‘To attack the chair I equipped myself with a saw, sharp scissors and a claw hammer.’
I once owned a farm cottage on Dartmoor, on the heights a mile or so above the country town of Okehampton, where every month were held auctions of furniture, kitchen equipment and farm machinery. The auctions filled the two big market-halls where also were held fêtes and fairs and all kinds of loca…
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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.
‘Twenty-one days it takes to hatch eggs, twenty-one nights, and there sits the great fierce hen who had accepted me as protector and jailer for that time.’
‘No one driving along it could possibly guess the truth.’
‘You could not get a decent cup of coffee anywhere in the British Isles.’
‘He told me that when he remembered his childhood that aeroplane was in the sky.’
‘‘No, you can not,’ said my mother, ‘we can't afford it.’ Prophets are never appreciated by their nearest and dearest.’
‘The eye wants to see its fill, the I wants to see how it feels.’
Saskia Vogel on the foundational stories of pornography.
