It was in 1960, or possibly 1961, at any rate before the first Beatles LP,...
It was in 1960, or possibly 1961, at any rate before the first Beatles LP, that I went shopping for cheroots with my grandfather. He was over in The Hague on a visit from England. I was about ten. I was born in The Hague. My father was Dutch and my mother English. To me a visit to Holland by my gran…
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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.
‘Once upon a time, on top of a green hill, high above the red roofs of Weimar, there was an oak tree.’
‘It is extremely expensive and almost entirely symbolic, for the struggle itself is symbolic, waged mostly by the Political Warfare Department.’
It was in 1960, or possibly 1961, at any rate before the first Beatles LP,...
‘As I stood in front of the immigration officer, I was already worrying about my answers to the questions he might ask’.
I come from a generation which still, fifty-odd years on, looks up and once in a while thinks, 'Good, one of ours.'
‘The boy is long dead, of course. Buried outside of town in a pile with the rest of the bodies.’
Historical fiction by Nathan Harris.
