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Julian Barnes

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David Runciman

Short Cuts: Five Victorian Marriages

Tom Crewe

Society as a Broadband Network

William Davies

Indefinite Lent

Thomas Jones

In 1348

James Meek

The House of York

John Guy

At the Movies: Pasolini’s ‘Teorema’

Michael Wood

Secrets are like sex

Neal Ascherson

Poem: ‘The Bannisters’

Paul Muldoon

Clarice Lispector

Rivka Galchen

Marius Petipa

Simon Morrison

At the Foundling Museum: ‘Portraying Pregnancy’

Joanne O’Leary

Caroline Gordon v. Flannery O’Connor

Rupert Thomson

Revism

Joe Dunthorne

Poem: ‘The Reach of the Sea’

Maureen N. McLane

Diary: Where water used to be

Rosa Lyster

How to set up an ICU

Lana Spawls

Close
Close

Pretty Little

I’m not lonely
because I have secrets;

I’m lonely because words
can’t bring the past
into the present

(which amounts to the same thing).

        *

Jack Rabbit
and the Lonely Present

is the title of a book
I almost wrote

        *

I’m lonely because
you’re sure you’ve heard
something like this
everywhere before.

        *

Polly Pea Pod
And the Deep Hole

        *

You think you can make
something out of it

the way you made much
of the slanted light
and deep shadows
of autumn.

Parallax

The first value is focus.
Then balance.

Backward and forward
offset.

Tat for tat –
just so, as if.

These phantom limbs
go parallax.

‘Make something of your life.’
Something inanimate.

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