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Rosanna Mclaughlin is an editor at The White Review.

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The Pious and the Pommery

Essay

Issue No. 18

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Essay

Issue No. 18

I.   Where is the champagne? On second thoughts this is not entirely the right question. The champagne is in the ice trough, on...

Essay

April 2019

Ariana and the Lesbian Narcissus

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Essay

April 2019

‘Avoid me not!’ ‘Avoid me not!’                                   Narcissus   Let me describe a GIF I’ve been watching. A lot....

The Dentist’s Chair       I dreamt of the dentist’s chair, that it wore a smart pair of formica trousers and leant itself back in smiling delight when you sat into it, wanting for nothing but the pallid creases in the backs of your knees, and a bead of sweat to follow the seam, implying that the only viable way to this is through your teeth   And before we left and walked out between the narrow grin of two tall buildings we began crying with happiness at the X-ray of your teeth, bleached out and nailed to a light-box on the wall ­– how they’d never been asked for their impression on matters until he took the alginate mould, just decaying stoically in your mouth’s dark, but how on the wall they wailed   And now when I turn back to look at you on the street, I see how the brightness of the X-ray has impressed upon my eye and it is present as the tulips flirting on a canvas mount above the dentist’s head, as an extra tooth behind the upper row that is nudged with a tongue’s nervousness, as someone else’s contented child quietly enjoying the just macaroni and butter at the end of the kitchen table as you get on with the chores   But here the dream’s smile began to get a little wan and my own teeth began feeling ratty and the surgery was becoming something we had only remote knowledge of – like the toxic passage of carcinogens chancing their way past your teeth through your knees, and this could be a language the dentist’s chair speaks       Sky Pavilion       We trust the power lines to run forever overhead to cover our intimacies and itineraries: taxes and car stereos   schools that double as evacuation halls a man who will dutifully come to fix the wires when we don’t see him there is always one like him to call   Just before the envelope is torn in a village some miles down a boy is testing his voice on the comfy confine of his childhood bedroom letting himself fester for the first time   He

Contributor

July 2016

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Contributor

July 2016

Rosanna Mclaughlin is an editor at The White Review.

Ten Years at Garage Moscow

Art Review

November 2018

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Art Review

November 2018

When I arrive in Moscow, I am picked up from the airport by Roman, a patriotic taxi driver sent to collect me courtesy of...
Becoming Alice Neel

Art

August 2017

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Art

August 2017

From the first time I saw Alice Neel’s portraits, I wanted to see the world as she did. Neel was the Matisse of the...

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Prize Entry

April 2017

Hangnails, and Other Diseases

Giada Scodellaro

Prize Entry

April 2017

Benson’s Syndrome   Grapefruit. I have lost the word for it. Popillo? Popello? No, no. It escapes her, the...

feature

March 2013

Heroines

Kate Zambreno

feature

March 2013

I am beginning to realise that taking the self out of our essays is a form of repression. Taking...

feature

September 2012

Existere: Documenting Performance Art

David Gothard

Jo Melvin

John James

Rye Dag Holmboe

feature

September 2012

The following conversation was held at the Institute of Contemporary Arts, London, in May 2012. The event took place...

 

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