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Alexander Christie-Miller
ALEXANDER CHRISTIE-MILLER  is a writer and journalist based in Istanbul. His writing about Turkish politics and culture has been published in Newsweek, the Times, the Atlantic, and other publications. He is a regular contributor to The White Review.


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Ada Kaleh

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Issue No. 17

Alexander Christie-Miller

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Issue No. 17

When King Carol II of Romania set foot on the tiny Danubian island of Ada Kaleh on 4 May 1931, it was said among...

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October 2015

War is Easy, Peace is Hard

Alexander Christie-Miller

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October 2015

At around midday on 19 July, Koray Türkay boarded a bus in Istanbul and set off for the Syrian...

This vision was strongly nebulous, an indeterminate but bold reaction only because it was so much like one of my poems There I was one weekday night starring in a work of literature about gentlemen’s anarchy and artists and rapists and masculinity, and there I was later with my innocent questions, and then I was facing, yet again, an entire interrogative oeuvre about the self-suppression of undeserved esprit de coeur   This whole scene was like Picasso’s Blue Period, but the colour I was exploring was ‘wretched with indefinite longing’ I had grown tired of the auto-destruction of literature I didn’t want to erase my face from the coinage I had grown tired of all the metaphysical rumours and wanted to be away from the clatter of interiority, to be — in a new form — alone   I dreamed of a category containing those who are more beautiful, intelligent and virtuous than anyone else I had known This was a category into which I kept inserting the names of my friends I did not gaze admiringly or touch this category too much, and when I was out of its radius I became sick with a mysterious illness: I was tired, sad, my chest ached, I didn’t want to get out of bed I could think only of this category’s face, and was struck with the most intoxicating loneliness, like the loneliness of a person who has lost an organ   Later, on the phone, I said ‘This is so curious — it is like I have lovesickness without being in love with anyone,’ and the voice on the other end said, ‘Of course you are in love’ But how and with whom? It was painful to be lovesick without love, like a person who has quit her job but still stocks shelves in her dreams That’s when my suffering became an art project I was no longer a self-suppressioner, I had become a miserablist   Later I realised the state of lovesickness for a love that isn’t love and for no one in a fixed particular had lasted for some time I began to think its

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August 2014

Alexander Christie-Miller

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August 2014

ALEXANDER CHRISTIE-MILLER  is a writer and journalist based in Istanbul. His writing about Turkish politics and culture has been...

Forgotten Sea

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Issue No. 11

Alexander Christie-Miller

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Issue No. 11

I. As I stood on the flanks of the Kaçkar Mountains where they slope into the Black Sea near the town of Arhavi, the...
Occupy Gezi: From the Fringes to the Centre, and Back Again

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July 2013

Alexander Christie-Miller

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July 2013

Taksim Square appears at first a wide, featureless and unlovely place. It is a ganglion of roads and bus routes, a destination and a...

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poetry

November 2015

Two Poems

Ko Un

TR. Brother Anthony of Taizé

TR. Lee Sang-Wha

poetry

November 2015

Kim Geung-Ryeol   During the Japanese colonial period he attended Japan’s Military Academy, became squadron leader in the Japanese...

poetry

January 2012

Picasso (1964)

Campbell McGrath

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January 2012

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

Art

September 2015

Sightlines: James Turrell

Gareth Evans

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September 2015

For, and in memory of, Jules Wright   Approach   It is a pleasure too rarely realised to venture...

 

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