Where’s the Veg?

The analytic approach to mental and emotional pathology has never quite shaken loose its origins in improvised postulation and ethereal supposition.

If the tree is ki, what about the acorns? They agree that the acorns are kin, a whole family of little beings...

I’ve looked towards the apocalypse to hide from my duty to the present, to all of us here living our small lives...

“Aging for me is not a condition, but a subject,” said Agnès Varda in her Norton Lectures at Harvard University in February 2018, shortly before her 90th birthday...

H.G. Wells’ 1897 novel The War of the Worlds has never lost its power to unsettle, but it has become peculiarly resonant with the arrival of Covid-19...

To approach Smøla by boat is potentially treacherous—much of the island’s coastline is studded by thousands of rocky islets, some as small as huts, that jut from the sea like mini icebergs...

As the debris spiralled downward, gathering speed, the Air Force was keeping a close watch, but small things in space can easily evade detection...

It is scarcely surprising that Shakespeare’s powerful words and images – the precious stone set in the silver sea –would later be enlisted to boost morale and stir national pride...

In the coastal villages of southern Kent, the breeze off the water is said to cause things to age quickly: iron to rust, brass to discolor, lichen to cover roofs like the scales of a lizard...

A dream writing; an unreadable writing; perhaps an invisible writing; or maybe a writing that is awaiting reading. And where the effects of said writing are precisely its traces unveiling itself — waiting to be read...

English textile workers focused on the production of cheap worsteds, a coarse light woollen cloth, which required very little or no fulling...

Dada was not a stable concept that could be reinitiated untransformed, nor was montage a static category...

I actively supported Obama in 2008. I voted for him and I still feel it was the right thing to do. But I did not vote for Obama in 2012, or for Clinton in 2016. Why did I not vote?

My father, Seymour Robbins, “Sim,” grew up in his parents’ Jewish deli in Stamford, Connecticut. They cooked all their own meats; corned beef, pastrami, and tongue, and all the side dishes; kugels, knishes, and salads...

At the summit stood a stone Shinto gate framed by chestnut trees. I climbed the worn stone steps to find an overgrown shrine filled with moss-coated sculptures—images of Buddhist deities and elderly sages in flowing robes...

During its wildly popular late-nineteenth-century pomp, Kailyard literature (so-named for a cabbage patch) was characterized by sentimental depictions of rural Scottish folk in all their close-knit charm...

My shovel hit the earth with a ka-chunk. My friend and I were digging trenches to lay down a line of asparagus. We didn’t get far...

The earliest form of ice cream seems to have been produced a little before Della Porta started freezing wine...

My father once said, “Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” It is taken from Love Story, a 1970 movie based on the novel of the same name...