A journal of critical and creative writing
“From that moment onwards, I see lights appearing inside The Roundhouse’s rooms: it is almost like, after discovering its rotating secret, I have broken the enchantment that kept its guests invisible, safe from my gaze.”
Published in partnership with Everything Forever, organised by Contemporary Art Practice at the Royal College of Art.
“Inside this house there is no letting go.”
Published in partnership with Everything Forever, organised by Contemporary Art Practice at the Royal College of Art.
“What does it mean to describe something as more than real; as ‘hyperreal’? If something can be more real than reality, then reality itself seems to be a rather precarious concept.”
Published in partnership with Everything Forever, organised by Contemporary Art Practice at the Royal College of Art.
“I have eight weeks before the changes are noticed. In eight weeks I can do a lot of damage. For a little while, the materials will not be missed and my nano sabotage will go undetected.”
Published in partnership with Everything Forever, organised by Contemporary Art Practice at the Royal College of Art.
“As the country has begun to stagnate economically, so too has the development of its contemporary art scene.”
Published in partnership with Everything Forever, organised by Contemporary Art Practice at the Royal College of Art.
“I suffer from acute anxiety and OCD, but I prefer the old Victorian term for my condition: the doubting disease.”
“It’s a brittle limestone tragedy rather than Shakespearean, the kind Bergman, Fellini, and Antonioni patented years ago.”
“Here in form if not in content, is my father in his broken epilogue – sentences, offered from across the border”
“At these minor garden parties,/Wind lushes and lashes/Through tended-to bush/Gusts across tennis courts (the nets slap/And billow); Ford Fiestas at the perimeter/Unmoved by all of this.”
“The weight of ancestry and history press down on Amina’s reflections as she carries, quarries, and questions the burden of cultural inheritance: ‘Where does my history begin?’”
“As TV Bra is a record of Moorman’s corporeality, its reception without Moorman is burdened by the complications of mourning.”
“The brightness melts my insides/into something that more resembles/a Salvador Dalí painting than/anything earthly”
“Past the hospital, through once grand streets. A short walk across almost waste ground to get to that place where the machines slept their clockwork dreams.”
“White male anxiety about an impending age where his place is not solidified is nothing new. We know this story too well, yet on screen white men go on killing, their violent delights our supposed entertainment.”
“Someone/who loses himself for the damp word of promise/where smoke rolls upward from a Pall Mall.”
“After more than a decade constructing this image, why come out now?”
“I stalk a weakening current, a mirror/to wandering, tracing faint verse/into sediment just/below whitewater.”
“In need of some levity, I ran my finger along the spines on the shelf and, naturally, plucked out Heart of Darkness.”
