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It Is Decidedly So
Sara Baume
‘There is always a cat sitting on the kitchen windowsill, in the background of every ordinary and extraordinary event, a softly focused silhouette, a pair of piercing eyes.’
Sara Baume responds to twenty-nine photographs from Magnum Photos.
The One It Came All This Way For
Victoria Adukwei Bulley
‘all the furs & bright feathers won’t beat / the sunlight on my face like I’m the one it came / all this way for’
Victoria Adukwei Bulley writes four poems in response to twenty-eight photographs from Magnum Photos.
Where the Language Changes
Bathsheba Demuth
‘I am on the hunt for the Russian Empire, or what traces might still exist of its colonial enterprise.’
Bathsheba Demuth travels the Yukon river, following the history of the fur trade and the Nulato massacre.
On Boredom
Nuar Alsadir
‘Boredom is a complicated stink of an emotion, one that is far more layered than we presume.’
Nuar Alsadir on boredom.
The New Life
Tom Crewe
‘He knew that he did not want it to stop, that he could not escape the grip of this terrible excitement.’
Fiction by Tom Crewe.
Kings Of Cool Crest
Kate Lister Campbell
‘Fifty years I’ve played here, except for stretches in Arizona and Mississippi, after my divorce.’
Fiction by Kate Lister Campbell.
At me and beautiful problems
Eve Esfandiari-Denney
‘ancestry.com fucks with my mind’
A poem by Eve Esfandiari-Denney.
Generation Gap
Allen Bratton
‘We meet at various points in the great swathes of the past that neither of us were alive to witness.’
Allen Bratton on a daytrip to a castle with his older boyfriend.
Nearly White Girl Girling on Behalf of Sonic Fluency
Eve Esfandiari-Denney
‘I hope to hear the spirit of my mother’s native pessimism faintly pass through a line of translated poetry’
Poetry from Eve Esfandiari-Denney.
The Full Package
Zoe Dubno
‘I wasn’t against fashion; I wasn’t one of those people who need to make it into a whole statement about their intellect.’
Fiction by Zoe Dubno.
The Life, Old Age and Death of a Woman of the People
Didier Eribon
‘How little one knows, really, about one’s parents.’
Memoir by Didier Eribon translated by Michael Lucey.
And Of The Son
Rachel Connolly
‘There’s something in her face. Adoration? I mean, she’s drunk. But she clearly has a thing for me.’
Fiction by Rachel Connolly.