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I didn’t know moments could last so long. That seconds could dance in the night and hours would smile to the moves of three bodies silencing into two then sobering into one. I didn’t know lying next to you could be so quiet or table so comfortable. I never knew that the colors would […]
Continue ReadingSociety needs some certain laws. For peace, the baddies must not spot flaws Or rules they’d bend, And then offend And get away scot-free in the end! But if we take a closer look At that respectable rule book We’d find that to convict for treason Some […]
Continue ReadingShe fell. Held Static, each spinning inch a picture; A diver, expecting no splash. Landing, not thump, But a quick crack whip of electric stick. Lightheaded from the sudden light The nervous gatherer gives rifling a stop, His feet stuttering towards her as The last lamp-light lick flicks across her eye, dragging Her pupil like […]
Continue ReadingThe writing curls like silver threads Which bend and knot and tangle- Fragment into a million shreds It is with these I wrangle. The words do not assert themselves They fade like rings of smoke A whisper lisps on wisps of wind From a voice that choked and broke. It is a world […]
Continue ReadingI found a poem, tied down to a chair; Its broken iambs lay dead on the ground I went to pick them up and give them care When at once there came a rapping And I saw its trochees flapping Hard against the cold, dank floor. Then I […]
Continue ReadingThe sun draws the day in silence To its yellow close, And shadows’ light advancement seeks What each final lit patch knows. Our lengthened, shadowed frames emerge And merge along those nowhere lines Which stroll away, like tired eyelids Or quiet, afternooning minds. Thus conversation, thethered, tails, Speaks itself to sunny sleep. The […]
Continue ReadingCover his body in red To show that he gave blood And has yet some blood to give. Cover his chest in silver To show that he spent life And has yet some life to spend. But leave his eyes— They are his own— And show us […]
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The Secret History – Donna Tartt A hedonistic, exclusive and troubled group of university friends studying Classics become increasingly obsessed with a noble murder, the ramifications of which undo them all. Rarely do you feel, reading contemporary fiction, that it’s finding its place among the great novels of history. This is certainly one of those: […]
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This weekend the Pitt Rivers Museum’s most recent special exhibition, Surviving Tsunami, has closed. The exhibition featured visual material from an on-going conservation project in Rikuzentakata, in northern Japan, where the 2011 Tsunami destroyed two museums and a library. These libraries had held valuable photographs documenting life in the Tohoku region of Japan over the last century. […]
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Slow Art Day annually challenges people to observe works of art more slowly, asking participants to spend ten minutes with each selected image, sculpture or installation. Galleries across the globe took part this year, from the prestigious Galleria Degli Uffizi in Florence to the more modern BALTIC Centre for Contemporary Art in Gateshead. All 238 […]
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As I walk from one of Matisse’s renditions of Icarus to another, I overhear a curator saying: “We really shouldn’t throw around the term ‘once in a lifetime’, but I can’t think of a better occasion”. On my second time around the exhibition’s 14 rooms, I’m pretty certain he’s right. This is an exhibition of […]
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Lady Garden is a three-woman art exhibition staged in the unconventional setting of Kiss Bar on Park End Street. Against the backdrop of a nightclub (functioning bar included) Ruskin School of Art students Angeli Bhose, Ruth Spencer Jolly and Lu Williams present sculpture, film, sound art, digital collage, drawing and photography. With tongue firmly in cheek, the […]
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In the 1960s, there was a schoolboy who was a bit peculiar. He was no good at football. The other schoolboys didn’t really get him. He spent a lot of time with his grandmother, a tarot card reader, who said he was going to be beautiful and have a good life. Together they watched 1940s […]
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Walking into “Bang Said the Gun”, “the poetry event for people who don’t like poetry”, you will uncover an atmosphere of raucous revelry unique in the world of spoken word. Music blasts, the crowd wave their shakers (or, milk bottles filled with rice) and the hosts weave through the room, chanting and ramping up the […]
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