Haiku Tryptich of loss

#1 No need to worry Meritocracy is dead Hail! Hail! Less is King #2 Immediacy Thwarting all contemplation Yet, then it's over #3 Eat and run ranks high Refusing to chew slowly Life undigested Title photo by Ayoub Bouhouche

Performers

Her head is exaggeratedly poised on a stiffly held neck; her expression overloaded with feigned interest in what he is saying, which by the way, is a whole lot of nothing. He sits back languidly in his seat, legs crossed, ensuring his hand and cigarette are just so and that his expression conveys the right …

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Open Water by Caleb Azumah Nelson

This, the first read of the New Year proves that everything doesn't have to be at the speed of light in order to have presence and worth. It reads as multilayered modern language with a poetic heart. Passages, especially those you may most identify with, are so chunkily filled with concepts, observations and experiences to …

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Another place

Those who have gone there agree that it is exceptional! And that it reaches far above and beyond the more general feeling of well-being or cozy comfort that you might experience while sitting by the fire with a glass of wine and a good book or snuggled between freshly laundered sheets. Even its source both …

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The Bookseller’s Tale by Martin Latham

Where can you find Paolo Sarpi and Mick Jagger, the earliest book peddlers and Nazi's, comfort reads and medieval marginalia, bouqinistes and UNESCO bookstalls, shy nerds and arrogant pedants? The answer is...in Martin Latham's book. Not only is the subject matter varied, but so too is the wide variety of characters you meet along the …

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1989

That summer of 1989 was distinguished by a philosophy of carpe diem and a Faustian desire to learn. We were young. We were far from home. Everything was possible. “Come on! We are going to be late,” yelled Gianna grabbing her book bag a clementine, my arm and dragging me down the stairs and out …

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Haroun and the Sea of Stories

I read Haroun and the Sea of Stories recently (the book however is 30 years old) and it smacks of right now even after all this time. The author, all those years ago, wrote this fantastical tale for his eleven year old son Zafar. Don't be fooled, though, into thinking it is in any way …

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A forever bond

She in her play pen trying to escape and me in my high chair cheering her on. Wobbly but determined she would grip the edge of the play pen and thrust her little body back and forth back and forth whilst I joined in by kicking my legs out, squealing and throwing food. Silver tinsel …

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