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IZABELLA SCOTT is an editor at The White Review.



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Shola von Reinhold’s ‘LOTE’

Book Review

September 2020

Izabella Scott

Book Review

September 2020

To read Shola von Reinhold’s ornate, multi-layered novel LOTE (2020) is to encounter a baroque mind. It tells the story of a queer Black...

Art Review

November 2019

Actually, the Dead are Not Dead

Izabella Scott

Art Review

November 2019

During Bergen Assembly’s opening days, I am asked to attend a number of mock funerals, including one for a...

who bravely blasts their breath through the horn flares of gloomy streets, into dripping construction trailers, dropped by the dead, the dull anxiety of homeowners, clutching sausage and cookies under their arms   phalanges rattle over a piano smashed in the Winter Palace I am only dreaming this, only dreaming   hare krishnas shaved like newly-weds push through the cotton frost   * an oblate antifascist in the metro crush secretly broadcasts through his horn with blood   a coded sound – a French horn, in comes an orchestra of autists in magic carriages to the cackling of iron actors and the chatter of the auction   a sale on scorched backwater ontology in the slime of pudenda I am only dreaming this, only dreaming   * cloudy beer without foam, where god lives in the uncanny consciousness of poets hovering over a supper of bread alone and world news, grunting in wonder:   look it’s snowing, tucking away the ashes in ovens and vases with care   sitting turkish-style (or indian-style, as you lot say) online you broadcast something from the loudspeaker of opposition, like a lackey, with restless glances into worn lacunas,   * into the cartography of the place – right here, syria moves fast along the fingernail’s edge, turkey’s stuffing bombardments down its throat, and in its breast france’s flywheel spins, here a steel voice gnaws through the frame of leviathan, that drunk crocodile…   winter diary: I came to you to find freedom, to take you by the hand, to take in your last warmth you won’t say no to one last meeting, will you?   * Lenin flows by fast   in the statuary stillness of private meetings, private unions, Lenin’s speech hangs over this place like a butcher’s apron sanitized with bleach   pigs squealing, cutting through Nevsky Prospect dull eyes,    and a knot of new year’s snakes on a head without a face a black Škoda and half a body fallen half way out – at the breast on the Field of Mars   the butcher’s ballet and the icy swings of tear-stained acid trips, covering the eternal flame

Contributor

September 2015

Izabella Scott

Contributor

September 2015

IZABELLA SCOTT is an editor at The White Review.

Book Review

August 2019

Jordy Rosenberg’s ‘Confessions of the Fox’

Izabella Scott

Book Review

August 2019

It’s hot as fuck, said the friend who handed me Confessions of the Fox, a faux-memoir set in eighteenth-century...

Navine G. Khan-Dossos, Echo Chamber

Art Review

November 2017

Izabella Scott

Art Review

November 2017

A lattice of diamonds and crosses, painted onto a 21-metre long wall at the Van Abbemuseum in Eindhoven, scatters my gaze. Artist Navine G....
Hot Rocks

feature

November 2016

Izabella Scott

feature

November 2016

‘We have received around 150 of them,’ Massimo Osanna tells me, as we peer into four small crates stuffed full of dusty freezer bags....
False shadows

Art

August 2016

Izabella Scott

Art

August 2016

The ‘beautiful disorder’ of the Forbidden City and the Yuanmingyuan (Garden of Perfection and Light) was first noted by the Jesuit painter Jean Denis...

READ NEXT

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July 2012

Run, Comrades, #YOLO! — Cursory Notes on Radical Hashtag Forms

Huw Lemmey

feature

July 2012

I’m not up on the Internet, but I hear that is a democratic possibility. People can connect with each...

poetry

June 2013

Belly

Melissa Lee-Houghton

poetry

June 2013

When I was fifteen I took my two little cousins into town and had them wait outside the tattoo...

poetry

January 2012

Tynemouth Lodge

W. N. Herbert

poetry

January 2012

‘Sometimes I go to the tavern and get drunk.          What of it?’                                 Nesimi 1 Bars tend us...

 

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