‘But it seems I’ve said something stupid again, and blasphemous to boot.’
I first stood before a class in 1992, when I was thirty-one. For ten years I taught ‘bridge’ classes in Amsterdam to groups of students who had arrived from abroad and had to learn Dutch. This was long before the current, tougher approach to foreigners, gastarbeiders, immigrants, or whatever one…
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‘The anglophone world, we have to infer, has run out of words for its own feelings.’
Daisy Hildyard on the wisdom of scarecrows.
‘What is the read receipt for?’
Lillian Fishman on texting, power and the ethics of leaving a friend on read.
‘Like pretty much everyone who uses the internet, I have seen many terrible things that I did not search for and that I cannot unsee.’
Rosanna McLaughlin on what the internet thinks she wants.
‘I have a pathological addiction to the internet, which I indulge with the excuse of making art. It rarely translates to anything good and mostly leaves me overstimulated and afraid.’
Paul Dalla Rosa on excess and the internet.
‘rumors of bees on speedwell, / no oxidative stress just / effortless pollination’
Two poems by Sylvia Legris.
‘His poetry sliced through the gender binary and left it gasping on the floor.’
Katherine Rundell on John Donne.
‘It’s a story that happens to you once and then lives with you forever.’
An excerpt from Vagabonds! by Eloghosa Osunde.
‘Invisible borders are not the same as open borders.’
Taran N. Khan on Hamburg’s Steindamm.
‘We’re so much more than those things. Citizen or undocumented. Border Patrol or immigrant.’
Letters between Javier Zamora and Francisco Cantú.
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