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Soundmarks

Rose Ferraby and Rob St. John discuss their audio-visual art project animating the sub-surface world of the landscapes beneath Aldborough, North Yorkshire.

Entrained Rhythms

I: Aretha I’ve just moved to Uppsala, Sweden, where at first I knew no-one, apart from my old friend Kalle, who with characteristic kindness invited me to go see Amazing…

Living Symphonies

Between Liverpool Street and Chingford, the heatwave had cooked the train carriage and all who rode in her to fetid ripeness. On the other side of the parting doors, the…

Editorial: Rhythm

From the impact of clocks on notions of time, to the effects of computers, trains and planes on experiences of modern life, rhythm – in various forms and ways –…

From A Queer Ornithology

For those who delight more in the seed of things, I can say that these poems investigate queer, genderfluid indigeneity, and interspecies-relational philosophy through deep observation of wild birds.

Pierrette Bloch

Open call: Rhythm

  *** We are open for submissions! ***   From the impact of clocks on notions of time, to the effects of computers, trains and planes on experiences of modern…

Antony Gormley

Art in a deteriorating world

An epistolary exploration of art’s moral responsibilities   “In the era of not yet, barely daring to guess of how soon,” wrote Welsh-British writer Horatio Clare about the melting sea…

chanctonbury rings

Chanctonbury Rings

Chanctonbury Rings is a new spoken word and music project on Ghost Box Records by the poet and writer Justin Hopper and folk musician Sharron Kraus, and featuring Ghost Box’s…

Growing in Greece

A-1 Publishers introduces its publications on Moria Refugee Camp: two selections The garden is alive, taking root. As the plants grow, they meet other travellers. Some come here to talk,…

The Garden Dystopia

  The dull necessity of weeding arises, because every healthy plant is a racist and an imperialist; every daisy (even) wishes to establish for itself an Empire on which the…

We Were Strangers

We Were Strangers

A friend of mine passed away a few months ago and, although we were never especially close, his death affected me deeply. For a time afterwards I found myself impelled,…