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Victoria Adukwei Bulley
VICTORIA ADUKWEI BULLEY is a poet, writer and filmmaker. She is the recipient of an Eric Gregory Award, and has held artistic residencies internationally in the US, Brazil and at the V&A Museum in London. A Complete Works and Instituto Sacatar fellow, her pamphlet Girl B (Akashic) forms part of the 2017 New-Generation African Poets series. She is a doctoral student at Royal Holloway, University of London, where she is the recipient of a Technē studentship for doctoral research in Creative Writing.

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On Water

Essay

Issue No. 29

Victoria Adukwei Bulley

Essay

Issue No. 29

& we say to her what have you done with our kin that you swallowed? & she says that was ages ago, you’ve drunk...

Interview

Issue No. 26

Interview with Saidiya Hartman

Victoria Adukwei Bulley

Interview

Issue No. 26

The first time I encountered Saidiya Hartman, she was a voice in salt., an award-winning play by artist and...

https://soundcloudcom/user-856373367/sarah-gridley-addressee   ADDRESSEE   I mind less that you go far away in time Once I had to harden myself to the idea Now I ask more of it, and you, and the carryover Those I find time for presently do not bring this cup of stars your listening makes Few of us are free of petty necessity, hurts spun back to inflictions, ambition rocking to exhausted desire I worry less that I’m not into this I love the curtain between us The old space of sailing, the birds that fly so far from land      https://soundcloudcom/user-856373367/sarah-gridley-origin-is-your-original-sin   Origin is Your Original Sin —AR Ammons   Not to have touched your starting point Never to have reached for where you are To renounce ever splitting a single fruit in half Never to have fooled yourself or others To have no cause for redirection To let alone the long odds and the favourable Not to be this or that Neither spatialised or spiritualised To leave your bear in the eternal winter dream of spring Not to emerge Never to mate or part with time Not to be licked into shape, never to mind the branching acts, the superstitious rags you might have tied to trees beside the wells Never around the mossy depth of wells Never a question of holiness, the steadfast eye of subterranean water Never to wear entanglements of air and blood Never to see the salmon leap To feel no difference between up and down To get the soporific movement of the sea but neither its lifting or breaking dreams Never to feel the velvet curtain dropping at the end To touch as near

Contributor

October 2018

Victoria Adukwei Bulley

Contributor

October 2018

VICTORIA ADUKWEI BULLEY is a poet, writer and filmmaker. She is the recipient of an Eric Gregory Award, and...

Nafissa Thompson-Spires’s ‘Heads of the Colored People’

Book Review

October 2018

Victoria Adukwei Bulley

Book Review

October 2018

Somewhere on the internet is a two-hour video of a lecture by the late writer and filmmaker Kathleen Collins, author of the short story...

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feature

Issue No. 19

Editorial

The Editors

feature

Issue No. 19

‘A crisis becomes a crisis when the white male body is affected,’ writes the philosopher Rosi Braidotti, interviewed in...

poetry

September 2011

Nigel

Patrick Langley

poetry

September 2011

Jamie sat alone at the edge of the dance floor and wondered how long it would be until Nigel...

fiction

July 2014

Zone

Mathias Enard

TR. Charlotte Mandell

fiction

July 2014

I remember the day Andrija the invincible collapsed for the first time, the warrior of warriors whom we’d never...

 

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