‘how can all the pressures of surveillance / fail to describe me?’
‘Me always untorn and enslaved / Weird notions of gender and ground / Nothing but you between me and god.’
‘I haven’t learned very much in my life, I’ve just become a more / Choreographed disaster’
A Memory Palace for Brothers Who Flew Just Close Enough to the Sun & Created the Storm
Ellah Wakatama Allfrey remembers Binyavanga Wainaina.
Fourth Person Singular
‘The wet in the air is like signal anxiety: life is about to / change.’
‘I don’t want / to be a figure others lean their names into’
‘we are born / to a siren and the wail of each other’
‘Wanting to get it all in, like / Xerxes tipping his army’s arrows / with saltpeter / so to ignite the Grecian sky.’
Cassiopeia (three back-to-front songs)
‘Anyway, I did not die. / I lined the sky, inside-out.’ Translated from the Georgian by Jean Sprackland and Natalia Bukia-Peters.
Raymond Antrobus | Interview
‘That is what capital L literature is in some ways, a conversation with the ghosts all around us.’
An interview with the 2019 Sunday Times Young Writer of the Year.
The Emotional Life of Plants
An exciton consists / of the escaped negative / (electron) / and the positive hole / it left behind.