‘All through the war I dream of shoes.’
Total war has a thousand fronts; during such a war, everyone is at the front, even if they never lie in a trench or fire a single shot.
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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.
‘We always carry it to foreign countries, all over the world, our pride and our powerlessness.’ Translated from the Polish by William Brand.
Ryszard Kapuściński, once the only foreign correspondent for the Polish Press Agency, on the concept of borders.
‘Mine is not a vocation, it's a mission.’
‘On the flatbed lies a coffin. Atop the black box is a garland of haggard angels.’
‘In Poland we read every text as allusive; every situation described - even the most remote in time and space - is immediately applied to Poland.’
‘We sat on the little stools under the window and watched Grandma in her dress with the red roses on it, against the backdrop of the blue-painted kitchen.’
