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Orit Gat is a writer living in London. She is a contributing editor of The White Review.


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On Marriage, Netflix, and Other Things I Hate

Book Review

June 2023

Orit Gat

Book Review

June 2023

1. ‘It’s kind of crazy to shop at Target, watch Netflix, drive a Honda, and still have a husband.’   Marriage falls into a...

Book Review

July 2022

It’s Personal: Writing and Reading Through Grief

Orit Gat

Book Review

July 2022

1. A spill  I’m drinking coffee in bed and reading The Reactor. I feel so close to everything Nick...

I stood in the river up to my knees and the river was cold The water filled my boots and made its way up through the fabric of my trousers towards my groin Soon I couldn’t feel my feet, and soon after that I couldn’t feel my legs The river sang and kept sing­ing I wanted to clamber out, but I stood still Pain rose and tried to encircle me, but I stood in the winter tor­rent and watched the pain and after a while it fell back again, back down into the singing water   Water came down from the clouds and sank through the black peat and passed over the granite and then went down through its channel to the sea The water that ran over my legs and feet would never be seen here again but the river never changed I climbed into the river in the early morning and I stood there until the sun was highest in the sky I let the water take my body away from me so that I could see what was beyond my body I let the river numb me and I under­stood that I had always been numb The sky opened a crack, but only a crack There was still something beyond that I could not touch   Water, thorns, rain, black soil All of the pain is an incident, a detail soon forgotten From the east I came, from the dead fens, because of everything that grew there, because of what was lodged in the dark waters I walked the streets, I sat on the couches, I passed through the sliding doors, I talked but never listened, I sold but never gave away Everywhere there were voices and I added my voice to them and we spoke out together and said nothing at all I became entwined in wanting, and it took me away from the stillness that is everything I say it here daily now like a prayer, like an offering: it is everything, it is everything,

Contributor

August 2014

Orit Gat

Contributor

August 2014

Orit Gat is a writer living in London. She is a contributing editor of The White Review.

Essay

September 2020

Three Finals

Orit Gat

Essay

September 2020

1998   In the summer of 2006, at a bar off Odéon, a girl I didn’t know drew a...

Anna Wiener’s ‘Uncanny Valley’

Book Review

February 2020

Orit Gat

Book Review

February 2020

1. SF vs NY   Anna Wiener found herself in the right place at the right time. That is, if that was what she...
James Bridle’s ‘New Dark Age’

Book Review

October 2018

Orit Gat

Book Review

October 2018

Halfway through James Bridle’s foreboding, at times terrifying, but ultimately motivating account of our technological present, he recounts a scene from a magazine article...
Women and Technology: History is a Cautionary Tale

Book Review

April 2018

Orit Gat

Book Review

April 2018

Few book reviews open with amateur rap, but: ‘back in the day when new media was new,’ goes the first line of a song...
Scroll, Skim, Stare

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Issue No. 16

Orit Gat

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Issue No. 16

1.   This is an essay about contemporary art that includes no examples. It includes no examples because its subject – artists’ websites, their...
What Can an Art Magazine Be?

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Issue No. 10

Orit Gat

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Issue No. 10

What can an art magazine be? Today, as the publishing industry reassesses its role in the age of the internet, the pioneering art magazine Metronome provides...

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Art

Issue No. 5

A New Idea of Art: Christoph Schlingensief and the Opera Village Africa

Sarah Hegenbart

Art

Issue No. 5

I think the Opera Village. . . will lead to a new idea of art, and what will emerge...

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Issue No. 10

Vern Blosum, Phantom

William E. Jones

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Issue No. 10

Chatsworth, established in 1888 in the northwest corner of the San Fernando Valley, took its name from the family...

poetry

January 2014

Three New Poems

Antjie Krog

poetry

January 2014

Antjie Krog was born and grew up in the Free State province of South Africa. She became editor of...

 

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