‘Angina Pectoris’ by Graham Greene
A Fragment ‘But Doctor,’ he was saying in his sleep, And turned a petulant head upon the pillow; ‘But Doctor, any day? —a cry, a fall, Surfeit of food, a bath too hot— And once I thought to end with dignity, A trumpet crying out behind the hill, Wet feet that pass through murmu
Lighting up the City: Neon in Warsaw
Neon signs are experiencing a resurrection in Poland’s capital city. Riding the wave of vintage revival, neons that survived the Cold War are being restored and new pieces are cropping up throughout the city. Juxtaposed against the backdrop of a disordered commercial urban landscape, their time
McWeddings
Since 1 January this year, one branch of the fast food chain has been offering wives, as well as fries, with meals.
Hey there Jimmy boy, working tasks yet?
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“An audience gets in the way of writing for yourself”: An Interview With Seamus Heaney (1985)
The Bodleian celebrated Seamus Heaney's life and work on 2 Feb. We found Peter Snowden's interview with the great poet in our archive.
Painting for Bread – In conversation with Hockney, Utermohlen, Blake and Unsworth
“Him? Oh he’s an artist.” You switch off and find another drink if that’s the answer to your curiosity about the stranger in the corner. People do; like if he was a bankmanager or an adman or a poodle parlour proprietor they’d know him backwards down to the brand of his after-shave and fur
A Pig Among Panthers
Richard Aoki was not your typical member of the Black Panther Party. Most famous for both arming and training the young Panthers in their early years, Aoki was a streetfighter belonging to many radical groups in the San Francisco Bay Area before joining the party. Rising to the rank of field marshal
A Short Love Story
She was bent over a basin washing her hair, standing there with the failing light just catching on her shoulders. I knew then that this would be the last time I should be close to her, and the last opportunity I would have to make her hear me. So I called softly: ‘Ada’, for I […]
Cambridge Letter – Sylvia Plath
‘Guess Where It’s Heaven to be a Girl!’ the Woman’s Sunday Mirror gushed a short while back; we couldn’t, so read on. Cambridge University, it seems, is this very green Eden, offering women students ‘a crazy mixed-up social whirl, with an average of 500 bottle par
