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Jonathan Gibbs was shortlisted for the White Review Short Story Prize 2013. He has since published a novel, Randall or the Painted Grape (Galley Beggar Press).



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Jessie Greengrass’s ‘Sight’

Book Review

February 2018

Jonathan Gibbs

Book Review

February 2018

Jessie Greengrass’s debut story collection caught my eye with its delightfully extravagant title, An Account of the Decline of the Great Auk, According to...

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May 2016

Cinema on the Page

Jonathan Gibbs

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May 2016

Film is a bully. It wants to make its viewers feel, and it has the tools to do so....

1 Cessation of Breath: Is He Breathing?   He’s not breathing, and he cannot go on like this He needs air Mouth-to-mouth is a fool’s game: you must not believe that you have enough air for the both of you The body should supply itself, but in this it can be encouraged Breath begets breath, and life life One O says yes to another O and that equals oxygen One god nods to the next god, who nods to the next and so on Therefore plant plants, as follows: (i) The chest is just a gathering of shapes as it is, and it knows full well what it means to be a shrubbery There is depth and breadth enough for soil, and it lends itself naturally to inhabitance From there to conurbation Drop seeds and sow It grows in spite of itself (ii) The extremities are a framework already in place: honeysuckles, for example, thrive on the order inherent in limbs; fingers are the beginnings of mathematics, and you will find the sweetpea loops nicely to a ring; ivies are many and incessant (iii) The holes of the head are a blessing Eye sockets, in particular, are favourable to succulents 2 Cardiac Arrest: Is There Any Rhythm to Him?   They say: cut the wood yourself and it will warm you twice It is the same for the heart – if you beat it, it will beat And it is the same with blood – it won’t move unless you move it This is the kind of work that must be done by hand This is monks and manuscripts This is sculpture This is the work your father did, is where you came from (i)        Locate the heart by feeling (ii)       Trace out the gridlocked veins (iii)      Prepare the bell for pealing (iv)       Make fists and take your aim (v)        Pound it till it feels like kissing (vi)       Push the blood between your hands (vii)    

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August 2014

Jonathan Gibbs

Contributor

August 2014

Jonathan Gibbs was shortlisted for the White Review Short Story Prize 2013. He has since published a novel, Randall or...

The Story I'm Thinking Of

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April 2013

Jonathan Gibbs

fiction

April 2013

There were seven of us sat around the table. Seven grown adults, sat around the table. It was late. We had eaten, and we had...

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August 2017

What Makes A Gallery Programme?

Pac Pobric

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August 2017

Of his art dealer, Daniel-Henry Kahnweiler, Pablo Picasso once wondered, ‘What would have become of us if Kahnweiler hadn’t...

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September 2015

Immigrant Freedoms

Benjamin Markovits

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September 2015

My grandmother, known to us all as Mutti, caught one of the last trains out of Gotenhafen before the...

Interview

Issue No. 13

Lynette Yiadom-Boakye

Orlando Reade

Interview

Issue No. 13

Modern philosophy is threatened by love, whose objects are never only objects. Philosophers have discovered in love a lived...

 

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