‘The Armadillo Man is watching her. She gives him a good show – the best she has to offer.’
Saved to ‘Drafts’
‘I know you’ll make the right choice; even if you don’t, you’re still beloved family.’
Darcy Padilla's ‘Julie’ is not only a devastating portrait of a woman enduring the horrors of poverty and addiction but also a legacy of a relationship between subject and photographer that spanned decades.
‘A single pod of cardamom! Was that enough? To flavour an entire life’s pot of time?’
The Hand’s Breadth Murders: Out-takes
‘You could look all over the world without finding traditions that have lasted as long as the ones here.’
Letters to My Father, Now Dead
‘I was glad to see General Pavel at your funeral, Father.’
The Boy Who Watched the Ships Go By
’For the last thirty years I've been keeping track of the ships that sail through the Bosporus’.
Scarp | New Voices
‘His imagination lingers in the woods and fields like a slowly drifting plant community and then dissolves into ditches lined with black waterlogged leaves – a residue of previous summers – and the ghosts of dead insects.’
Ants of Accra
‘Ants became an obsession with her – she darted with them as they changed paths, watched them find their way around obstacles placed in their way.’
‘It was explained to me that in Italy a formality is a sort of dormant volcano.’
‘My last glimpse of Paolo was on the platform at Verona station when I pointed him out to the police.’
Mountains Don’t Know Borders
‘In the Balkans, the present is often perched precariously on top of the past.’
‘When you are free, you inevitably feel compelled to act, but when incarcerated, you are powerless to do so.’
The East Anglians
For nearly a decade, Justin Partyka has been photographing rural lives in East Anglia.
‘Once you knew what God wanted from your life, you would have to be ten different kinds of fool to look the other way.’
‘One, perhaps his psalter, / the other, a manuscript, or a portable altar.’
Don Paterson reads his poem, ‘The Self-Illuminated’ in memoriam Peter Porter, from Granta 119: Britain.
Here We Go
‘The finance officers read the answers in silence, then returned them to be burned.’
Tokyo Year Zero
‘The song, the voice, and the heat; men on their knees, heads in hands, sobbing and now howling.’
Fred Pearce | Notes on Craft
‘For a hack like me, book-length meta-journalism is both a luxury and a challenge. I cannot hide my own views over 100,000 words, even if I want to.’
The Royal African Society takes a look back at the history of the Africa Writes festival, their annual celebration of contemporary literature from Africa and the diaspora.
The Law of Diminishing Returns
‘Love is like trash: it's not something you hoard, it's merely something you don't waste, like heat, or water, or paper’.
Paradox of Plenty
‘The blend of volatile domestic politics and geostrategic oil interests is at best opaque and at worst thoroughly corrosive of all involved.’