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Rosanna Mclaughlin is an editor at The White Review.

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The Pious and the Pommery

Essay

Issue No. 18

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Essay

Issue No. 18

I.   Where is the champagne? On second thoughts this is not entirely the right question. The champagne is in the ice trough, on...

Essay

April 2019

Ariana and the Lesbian Narcissus

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Essay

April 2019

‘Avoid me not!’ ‘Avoid me not!’                                   Narcissus   Let me describe a GIF I’ve been watching. A lot....

‘Not my name I live on the streets of an era in which saying one’s name is a cause for suspicion The name I bear today may not recognise me tomorrow So I do not bind my face to a particular name’ João Gilberto Noll   This is how it begins When it seems as if it’s all over Staring at the ground without blinking, I notice a piece of damp earth that seems like it’s in the wrong place I pick it up with both hands and without really knowing why, I put the fistful of damp earth that’s in the wrong place in my pocket, and decide to walk until I know where I’m trying to get to Maybe to a place where this bit of earth fits I pass by a neighbour’s house, knock on the door, and while I’m waiting for them to answer, I notice the outline of a perfect rectangle on the ground where a doormat has been removed Without really knowing why, other than the strong smell that seems to be coming from it, I push the outline of the mat further down into the tightly packed earth and exchange the damp earth in my pockets for a dry clump I fill both pockets again and depart, as if I’ve just left a message I go up a hill I dig a hole to leave the dry earth in and take a bit of quartz stone which, I don’t know if you know, is the most common stone on our planet and can be used to make many things: soap, toothpaste, sandpaper, optic fibres, watches, radios, ashtrays, even cheap jewellery I don’t want to do anything with this stone, I just want to carry it I pick up the stone which also smells of damp earth and don’t look back For reasons not worth mentioning, I move on Some would say: I depart But I say: I split I arrive at the border between my city and the next

Contributor

July 2016

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Contributor

July 2016

Rosanna Mclaughlin is an editor at The White Review.

Ten Years at Garage Moscow

Art Review

November 2018

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Art Review

November 2018

When I arrive in Moscow, I am picked up from the airport by Roman, a patriotic taxi driver sent to collect me courtesy of...
Becoming Alice Neel

Art

August 2017

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Art

August 2017

From the first time I saw Alice Neel’s portraits, I wanted to see the world as she did. Neel was the Matisse of the...

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poetry

January 2012

Picasso (1964)

Campbell McGrath

poetry

January 2012

A canvas comprises a totality of surface just as Spain is composed of constituent parts, Catalunya, Madrid, hills and...

poetry

May 2013

Ad Tertiam

Saskia Hamilton

poetry

May 2013

Rows of pines, planted years ago – so many, were you to count them on your fingers, you would...

fiction

Issue No. 3

Rehearsal Room

KJ Orr

fiction

Issue No. 3

He was one of those people you see every day and start to believe you know when in fact...

 

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