‘There they found a man and a woman dressed in face masks, rubber gloves and white coats standing behind a white table on which were placed an assortment of tools’
On 25 August 1996 a team of archaeologists digging in the grounds of Melrose Abbey in Scotland’s border country found a lead cylinder measuring seven inches in diameter and twelve inches long. A few days later, newspaper and radio journalists and television crews were invited by Scottish Heritage,…
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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.
‘Those who control the image of the monarchy did not then know the power of indifference.’
‘It was a clear, uncomplicated space, a brand image, a label that could be stuck on a billion sauce bottles.’
‘The place we come from, the place we call home, is the home of our suffering.’
Jamaica Kincaid talks about finding her way to writing.
Momtaza Mehri and Warsan Shire talk about nineties London, parentification and diasporic inheritances.
‘A month after turning forty-five, every last egg in her body is a Rockette doing the can-can.’
