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Alice Hattrick is a writer and producer based in London. Their book on unexplained illness, intimacy and mother-daughter relationships, titled Ill Feelings, will be published by Fitzcarraldo Editions in 2021.


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Ill Feelings

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Issue No. 19

Alice Hattrick

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Issue No. 19

My mother recently found some loose diary pages I wrote in my first year of boarding school, aged eleven, whilst she was clearing out...

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February 2016

'Look at me, I said to the glass in a whisper, a breath.'

Alice Hattrick

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February 2016

Listen to her. She is telling you about her adolescence. She is telling you about one particular ‘bender’ that...

Do You Want To Dip The Rat   Do you want to dip the rat Completely in oil   Do you want to dip the rat Before we eat it eat it   Do you want to dip the rat Completely in oil   Before we eat it   Tender tender meat Like pork shoulder   A hundred traps set Eighty hanging in a row to be broiled   With you I’d take it raw   Tiny pink feet Glistening with oil   Legs and feet Glistening with oil   Matted fur and face Weighted down with oil   Everything in oil But the teeth are shiny clean   No what I really want to know Before you open that mouth again   Should we completely dip the rat in oil Before we eat it eat it   Should we completely Dip the rat in oil   Before we eat it       The Nurse Said   The nurse said To swallow The brown pills first     Then the blue Then she said to take the blue And throw them on the floor     And stamp stamp Stamp hard She said     Outside the thunder is very rough What is the sun if not an ending You and the other people     When you split from the man in the poem Baby Nothing sadder than that     Nothing sadder than that Had ever happened to me I cried and cried     But it was silent Like spring tears Like some sort of spring green     Civil law Is tender It’s tender like the skin     Like the skin Come too soon Like the pink skin with blood     But my blood grew But my blood Grew in you     You were so green Now you are so blue The nurse said     Eat the yellow ones I eat the sun And my face is not afraid     Do you hear me I am not afraid I’ve fought this long     You will not Break Me     You sweet, sweet one Sweet and tender Like pork shoulder     Sweet Sweet and gone Lips pursed in a ribbon  

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August 2014

Alice Hattrick

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August 2014

Alice Hattrick is a writer and producer based in London. Their book on unexplained illness, intimacy and mother-daughter relationships,...

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July 2014

Alice Hattrick

Kristina Buch

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July 2014

There are many ways to make sense of the world, through language, speech and text, but also the senses and their extensions. In his...

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November 2014

Conversations About a Play

Louise Stern

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November 2014

Editor’s note: The images in the slideshow document a conversation on paper between the writer and artist Louise Stern...

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January 2013

A Black Hat, Silence and Bombshells : Michael Hofmann at Cambridge & After

Stephen Romer

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January 2013

The black hat and the black coat I was familiar with, before I knew their owner. It was Cambridge,...

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July 2015

Talk Into My Bullet Hole

Rose McLaren

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July 2015

‘Someday people are going to read about you in a story or a poem. Will you describe yourself for...

 

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