Dormitory
Vogel frequently lies down. He listens to the other deposits of sound in his building spring to life and exhaust themselves. If there were often pockets of momentary turmoil erupting here and there – in the corridors or the plumbing – they go out too soon to take permanent shape. When alone, and
That Day, the Tree
And I watered it in fears. William Blake, ‘A Poison Tree’ Strange, they said. There she goes, whispering of smashed wood, split faces. Going to the oak again? Old Hannah, mad Hannah, who does not look us in the eye. “It
fragments: a series
11.5.22 18:08 [the fear/the hope] to be good to be bad to be forgettable to be unforgettable social experiment 20.5.22 13:38 [part-hearted] unhinge me, move me i am already undone put me back together, but leave me alone! pull me up, down, turn me inside out you lift me up, can spin me roun
Tres Poemas de la Generación del 27
Words by Iona Blair. Art by Betsy McGrath.
The Halcyon Days
Summer opens like flesh giving way to a blade. The sky is as pale and quiet as bone. The golden tap of the sun sprays against my face and soaks into my skin: these are halcyon days. Summer rain descends like a dream, deeper than sleep. I open my mouth and water rushes in. A […]
The Isis 2022 Wrapped
2022. 3 magazines, 15 events, 97 pieces. In order to pay tribute to the bold writing, vibrant artwork, and exciting events which The Isis has produced in 2022, we asked our Editors-in-Chief, Deputy Editors, and Creative Leaders to each pick their favourite pieces. Below are some of the highlights fr
Temporalities
i. The Louvre, Paris and we are gilded spires opaque pearlescent rounds smooth skimmed surfaces you could hold under your tongue set into a crown and call jewels. a feeling of falling mid-breath, a hazy periphery and a spotlight. we are tilting, scintillating in light slowed in mind’s
Sconfinata
When I was fourteen, I found a woman in my house. She was father’s secretary, with luminous black hair and a string of pearls around her neck. The tender remembrance of a distant beauty, coupled with an unwavering faith in the grandeur of life, she consumed the better part of my consciousness th
Oxford, the Foundation Year, and the Possibility of Access
In the popular imagination, Oxford University remains the preserve of the elite – the ultimate ivory tower. The university prides itself on providing excellence in education. Such a claim demands a hierarchy of (less excellent) institutions, and (less excellent) resources. In other words, elit