‘The fire department didn't have a tall enough ladder to reach his body.’
A neighbour of mine who did tree work for a living was killed up a sixty-foot maple after a branch he was cutting from the crown fell the wrong way, wrapping its anchor rope around his chest and asphyxiating him. He was a young man, the father of two small children, and his funeral, at our town in t…
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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.
James Lasdun on his memoir, D.H. Lawrence and why finding a close reader can sometimes be a curse.
‘But he had engulfed her somehow; taken up residence in her imagination like some large, dense, intractable problem that had been given to her to solve.’
‘Ice gets into the sea in two ways: it falls in from calving glaciers, or it forms during the winter. Both kinds are spectacular.’
‘Rabbits running across a campus and a beer named Hobgoblin: these are two of the topics noted in my small travel notebook.’
