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Orlando Reade is writing a Ph.D. on English poetry and cosmology in the seventeenth century. His interview with Lynette Yiadom-Boakye can be read in The White Review No. 13.



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Wildness of the Day

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December 2016

Orlando Reade

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December 2016

One day in late 2011, waiting outside Green Park station, my gaze was drawn to an unexpected sight. Earlier that year a canopy of...

Interview

Issue No. 13

Lynette Yiadom-Boakye

Orlando Reade

Interview

Issue No. 13

Modern philosophy is threatened by love, whose objects are never only objects. Philosophers have discovered in love a lived...

Spider n (Skinner thinks this word softened from spinder or spinner, from spin; Junius, with his usual felicity, dreams that it comes from σπιδειν, to extend; for the spider extends its web Perhaps it comes from speiden, Dutch, or spyden, Danish, to spy, to lie upon the catch Dor, ðora Saxon, is beetle, or properly a humble bee or stingless bee May not the spider by spy dor, the insect that watches the door?): The animal that spins a web for flies Trolmydames n s: of this word I know not the meaning Samuel Johnson’s Dictionary of the English Language (1755)   ***   A tip for users: when choosing the right word to shout at a departing figure, concentrate on how much your throat can handle The door slammed behind you an hour ago, which means I must have been sitting on the bed like this for a smidge over two I’ve only just noticed the spider up there, however, Miss Muffetting a ragtime beat untimidly above the curtain-rail It is making come-hither gestures at me Valiant, I throw the closest thing to hand directly at it The closest thing to hand happens to be your pyjamas which you had forgotten to pack   Aphaeresis is the process whereby a word loses its initial sound or sounds, as in ’twas and knock Sounds are lost from the ends of words through apocope, literally ‘cutting off’: you can see it in the dangling useless b of a tail trailing, dumbly, behind lamb, the silent b of a lame dumb lamb, where b is a tuft of wool left on the wire once the flock’s moved on, a ghost-marker   Apocope comes from a different root than apocalypse, to disclose   The thrown pyjamas got halfway to the spider then crumpled in mid-air They became floor In the same way that when a black cat yawns there is a sudden unexpected new colour and potential violence to the equation of a scene, your crumpled silk pyjamas changed the room They sprawled a glowing chalk outline on the carpet The spider responds to my inroads upon

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August 2014

Orlando Reade

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August 2014

Orlando Reade is writing a Ph.D. on English poetry and cosmology in the seventeenth century. His interview with Lynette...

Life outside the Manet Paradise Resort : On the paintings of Lynette Yiadom-Boakye

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November 2012

Orlando Reade

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November 2012

*   A person is represented, sitting in what appears to be the banal and conventional pose of a high street studio portrait photographer:...

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October 2012

Pressed Up Against the Immediate

Rye Dag Holmboe

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October 2012

The author Philip Pullman recently criticised the overuse of the present tense in contemporary literature, a criticism he stretched...

fiction

September 2016

Colonel Lágrimas

Carlos Fonseca

TR. Megan McDowell

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September 2016

The colonel must be looked at from up close. We have to approach him, get near enough to be...

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May 2011

On the Relative Values of Humility and Arrogance; or the Confusing Complications of Negative Serendipity

Annabel Howard

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May 2011

On a distinctly drizzly Wednesday evening in February a friend of mine looked at me and said: ‘Only those who...

 

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