It is a familiar fate that those who start life as radicals mellow with the years and finally become reconciled to the limits of the socially, as well as existentially, possible. A less common, more unsettling experience is to have begun life as a passive dissenter, only to be awakened and radicaliz…
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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.
‘Love was no longer encoded in recognised behaviours, but became subject to private desires and idiosyncratic needs.’
‘My mother’s cry rang in my ears from infancy. ‘No child of mine is going into a shoe factory.’’
‘Separation has been, perhaps, the single biggest determining influence in my life.’
‘If provincial life still exists, it does so only residually and is doomed to eventual extinction.’
‘When it happens, she gets the feeling that the men, for her, are a way to cling to life.’
