‘And now that he is body-less, / he speaks through us. / You could say. Although / I myself have not caught / a Pope.’
I can’t say which ghost
not because I am being coy
and not because the ghost
is being coy. In the glut
of ghosts, it is hard to tell
who is speaking. I do recall
a conveyor (the ghosts
call conversations ‘conveyors’
as that is how they travel)
when someone
told me I ought to read
Alexander Pop…
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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.
