November 2018
Natalie Lawrence: Global Greed and the Gluttonous Dodo
The dodo was not always fat. Nobody alive is able to say for sure what a dodo was really like: the last one had died by the end of the 17th Century...
Read MoreJewishnessness
When I was about ten or eleven years old, it was common at my boys’ school to make a loose fist, insert one’s nose...
Read More‘Cultural Marxism’ is for the New Right both a symbol of the enemy and an example of successful politics…
Among historians, 1968 is increasingly viewed as a publishing phenomenon – some have even talked about a ‘paperback revolution’...
Read MoreBolsonaro and Amazonian Deforestation
With Bolsonaro’s ascension, Brazil — home to the largest rainforest in the world — is facing an “Apocalypse Now” moment for the Amazon. When he takes office...
Read MoreControlled Experience: Berfrois Interviews Dimitris Lyacos
Dimitris Lyacos is the author of the Poena Damni trilogy, which has developed as a work in progress over the course of thirty years...
Read MoreThe Philosopher of Perhaps. Or?—
All his life, Friedrich Nietzsche hated being photographed. Execution “by the one-eyed Cyclops,” he called it.
Read MoreEd Simon: A Gospel for the Left
Pause and reflect on the implications of a white Protestant in the Jim Crow South applying America’s ugliest word to Christ...
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
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I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
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I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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