‘Sometimes it haunts you like a knell, sometimes it's the motto for unimagined privilege.’
I first encountered Ted Hughes as many of my age must have done, when I was a young teenager in the early Sixties being introduced in English lessons to those electric poems from The Hawk in the Rain and Lupercal. I still remember my English teacher reading out ‘Pike’. At that age either you get…
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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.
‘The death of a father is, in most cases, an inevitable passage of life.’
‘Frank Randall had three sons: Michael, Eddy and Mark. That was fine by him‘.
‘Then he led me out into the noise and the glare and the stink.’
‘Sorting out the world! He should have sorted out himself and his own jeopardized household.’
‘The fact remains that when I did ask questions, I got the same response: genuine, not stimulated, ignorance. No one seemed to have heard of him.’
‘Everyone should just sit very still until they reach the calmer waters of later-young-adulthood, that promised land of lowered expectations.’
