‘My hopes weren’t high, even to begin with, so I felt no bitterness when He didn’t reveal Himself’
Between the ages of nine and fourteen, I sat in church each Sunday, waiting for God. My hopes weren’t high, even to begin with, so I felt no bitterness when He didn’t reveal Himself, merely bemusement at what all those prayers had been in aid of. If honest piety couldn’t flush Him out, even as…
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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.
‘If there is one image that has dominated our notion of English poetry since 1945 it is that of restraint.’
‘One by one they’re led into the box. They swear their oath. They confirm their name, their employment, why they were where they say they were, what it was they saw.’
‘When young, we were impatient with our parents: now we want to atone for our callowness, to take measure of them, to understand which parts of them live on in us.’
Between the ages of nine and fourteen, I sat in church each Sunday, waiting for...
‘I'd already begun to suspect that sex brought misery or death, and now I knew.’
‘I still have, somewhere at the back of my head, the notion that there are real poets out there and that all the rest of us are just pretending.’
