‘I wasn’t going to abandon the dream of literature, I was going to keep dreaming.’
A few years ago, when I was young and hadn’t yet read Siegfried Lenz or Arno Schmidt – and neither, as it happens, Kurt Tucholsky, Karl Valentin or Georg C. Lichtenberg; moreover, I hadn’t read Jakob van Hoddis, Kurt Schwitters or Georg Heym, the sad, unfortunate Georg Heym – and when in spi…
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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.
