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Messages with the Supplicant

Nicolette Polek

‘On Good Friday, the priest in the livestream video stood inside the darkened sanctuary.’

Fiction by Nicolette Polek.

A Boat Ride to the Confluence of the Two Niles

Isma’il Kushkush

‘April 2022 marked my first visit to my ancestral homeland in seven years.’

Memoir by Isma’il Kushkush.

Two poems

Madeleine Stack

‘I won her with my grief first / a mess of steaming entrails, enticing / with its gloss.’

Two poems by Madeleine Stack.

Kerrywood

Noel O’Regan

‘The opening day of the tour covered the Iveragh peninsula.’

A story by Noel O’Regan, author of Though the Bodies Fall.

Four Poems

Phoebe Power

‘They queue up to pass, lap / like waves beside her, to receive the darshan / from her one, black eye.’

Poetry by Phoebe Power.

Barbarism

Allen Bratton

‘He is an ancestor, he has had his son, he has lost possession of the world.’

Fiction by Allen Bratton.

In Conversation

Olivia Laing & M. John Harrison

‘Our imaginations are in service to the wrong ends.’

Olivia Laing and M. John Harrison on the commodification of the imagination.

Two Poems

Daniel D’Angelo

‘Joy, you know, is murky like melancholy.’

Poetry by Daniel D’Angelo.

Two Poems

Lisa Fishman

‘That the speakers be not named, nor remembered.’

Two poems by Lisa Fishman.

A World of Networks and Vines

Marie Darrieussecq

‘No one is alone in their bed anymore.’

An excerpt from Sleepless by Marie Darrieussecq, translated by Penny Hueston.

Memory of Light

Prabda Yoon

‘Until a few years ago, to even mention the monarchy with a questioning undertone was taboo.’

Prabda Yoon on democracy in Thailand.

I Hear You’re Rich

Diane Williams

“I hear you’re rich. Can you give me some of your money? I hear you’re rich. ”

Fiction by Diane Williams.

Conversations with My Father

Idra Novey

‘I tell my dead father if he gives any more advice that rhymes, I’ll leave this story unfinished.’

Fiction by Idra Novey.

Great North Wood

Jonathan Skinner

‘the woods are vocal / with no single refrain’

Poetry by Jonathan Skinner.

My Time Machine

Arthur Asseraf

‘How do we imagine the past of those we love?’

Arthur Asseraf on family and fractured memories.

[harbour doubts]

Bebe Ashley

‘I don’t want to lie to you but I don’t want to tell you the truth either.’

Poetry by Bebe Ashley.

Introduction

Sigrid Rausing

‘I came to the magazine in 2005 and took over the editorship in 2013.’

Sigrid Rausing introduces her last issue.

Reports from the Front: Winter 2023

Peter Englund

‘I repeat: the landscape of war is an acoustic landscape.’

Peter Englund on the war in Ukraine, translated from the Swedish by Sigrid Rausing.

Family Meal

Bryan Washington

‘It’s a paper bag filled with pastries. Chicken turnovers.’

An extract from Family Meal by Bryan Washington.

Cairo Song

Wiam El-Tamami

‘I see this everywhere. The creativity, resourcefulness and incredible talent for improvisation in Egypt.’

Wiam El-Tamami on returning to Cairo.

Plainsong

Suzie Howell & A. K. Blakemore

‘Postures of graceful receptivity, or surrender. How do we tell the difference?’

A.K. Blakemore introduces Suzie Howell’s photographs.

The Index of Porosity

Adam Mars-Jones

‘Is there in fact a jostling for dominance between the art forms, some barely suppressed competitiveness?’

Adam Mars-Jones on music and ceremony.

One Day It Will all Make Sense

Tabitha Lasley

‘It occurs to me then that he has not invited me for dinner, but my alter ego from the page.’

Tabitha Lasley on writing and dating.

Animal Rescue

Martha Sprackland

Will it die? he asks.’

A poem by Martha Sprackland.

A Report on Music in Ukraine

Ed Vulliamy

‘Nights at the opera in Ukraine – where everything, including every kind of music, has changed.’

Ed Vulliamy on music in Ukraine.

Journal Excerpts 1997–1999

Lydia Davis

‘gormandizing, gluttonous, lickerish, guttling’

Excerpts from Lydia Davis’s diary.

Once a Dancer

Diana Evans

‘What happens to a dancer when they stop dancing?’

Diana Evans on dancing and writing.

We’re Not Really Strangers

Sama Beydoun

‘The people I’ve photographed made Beirut liveable.’

Sama Beydoun photographs the nightlife of Beirut.

Soundscapes of Phnom Penh

Anjan Sundaram

‘From my bronze-painted balcony, I chronicled the sounds of Phnom Penh’s private industry.’

Anjan Sundaram on the sound of corruption in Cambodia.

The Tide

Adèle Rosenfeld

‘In my ears were muted thumps, the drumbeat of my pulse.’

Fiction by Adèle Rosenfeld, translated by Jeffrey Zuckerman.

The Soundscape of War

Ada Wordsworth

‘Ordinary sounds change their meaning in the context of war when the reverberations of sound can mean death.’

Ada Wordsworth on silence, noise and the war in Ukraine.

Great North Wood

James Berrington

‘One of the things that keeps drawing me back is the wide variety of birds.’

James Berrington photographs the fragments of a London woodland.

Endurance

Maartje Scheltens

Four Organs allows us to step out of time and briefly inhabit infinity.’

Maartje Scheltens on Steve Reich, repetition and discomfort.

Things That Dream

Brian Dillon

‘Kate Bush’s “Running Up That Hill” might well be the greatest record to feature the Linn drum sound.’

Brian Dillon on the legacy of drum machines.

Strange Beach

Oluwaseun Olayiwola

‘Worth. It circles around you – / the increasing gap between the surface’

A poem by Oluwaseun Olayiwola.

More Night

Oluwaseun Olayiwola

‘Immeasurable beauty / is immeasurable precisely / until it’s gone –’

A poem by Oluwaseun Olayiwola.