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Robert Assaye is a writer and critic living in London.

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Issy Wood, When You I Feel

Art Review

December 2017

Robert Assaye

Art Review

December 2017

At the centre of Issy Wood’s solo exhibition at Carlos/Ishikawa is a room-within-a room. The division of the gallery into two viewing spaces –...

Art

April 2017

'Learning from Athens'

Robert Assaye

Art

April 2017

The history of Documenta, a quinquennial contemporary art exhibition founded in the German city of Kassel in 1955, is...

That winter, all the plums froze All the peaches froze and all the cherries froze, and everything froze so there were no fruits in the spring   The villagers, the farmers, tried to revive the fruits; they put them in the warm and shallow part of the lake, but these fruits disintegrated and their skins floated away Others tried to leave the fruits in the sun, but these fruits dried up and rotted One woman took some fruits and slept with them in her bed, but she rolled over in the night and squished them Another woman who had a chicken farm put the fruits under the feathers of her hens, but the hens pecked the fruits in the night, and the fruits were ruined in this way No one could save the fruits, and the whole village was very distressed that this would be a summer without fruit   A pious man went into the temple one night to ask the Gods why they had killed the village’s crops, so that no fruits could grow, so that they were fated to be unhappy in this way, and the Gods said, ‘When you planted the fruits, you planted them without care, just throwing the seeds in the soil Last year you planted the seeds well, but this year you just threw them into the soil while you were thinking about other things, and we saw that you didn’t care, so we didn’t extend our care either, and did not shield them from the winter’s frost’   The pious man saw that this was true; everyone had been distracted by the festival; a prince and a princess from a neighbouring country had visited them in the planting season; everyone had been careless and in a hurry to see the royal procession; the planting had been slapdash   ‘Is there anything we can do now to save the fruits, or to prevent this from happening again?’   The Gods said, ‘If you look carefully, you will see that there is one

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August 2014

Robert Assaye

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August 2014

Robert Assaye is a writer and critic living in London.

New Communities

Art

January 2017

Robert Assaye

Art

January 2017

DeviantArt is the world’s ‘largest online community of artists and art-lovers’ and its thirteenth largest social network. Its forty million members contribute to a...
The Land Art of Julie Brook

Art

Issue No. 4

Robert Assaye

Art

Issue No. 4

Julie Brook works with the land. Over the past twenty years she has lived and worked in a succession of inhospitable locations, creating sculptures...

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poetry

February 2013

Social Contract

Les Kay

poetry

February 2013

Formally, I and the undersigned— What? Use, like Mama said, your imagination if you still have one where scripts...

Prize Entry

April 2017

The Lovers

Devyn Defoe

Prize Entry

April 2017

Everyone who asks questions, asks in some way about love. The question is one half, the answer the other....

fiction

May 2012

Reflux

José Saramago

TR. Giovanni Pontiero

fiction

May 2012

First of all, since everything must have a beginning, even if that beginning is the final point from which...

 

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