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Alexander Christie-Miller
ALEXANDER CHRISTIE-MILLER  is a writer and journalist based in Istanbul. His writing about Turkish politics and culture has been published in Newsweek, the Times, the Atlantic, and other publications. He is a regular contributor to The White Review.


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Ada Kaleh

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Issue No. 17

Alexander Christie-Miller

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Issue No. 17

When King Carol II of Romania set foot on the tiny Danubian island of Ada Kaleh on 4 May 1931, it was said among...

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October 2015

War is Easy, Peace is Hard

Alexander Christie-Miller

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October 2015

At around midday on 19 July, Koray Türkay boarded a bus in Istanbul and set off for the Syrian...

THE OLD JUSTICE   My grandfather was a construction worker, a travel agent; I knew him as a sea-captain, his wink like an eye-patch,   the gap in his teeth a keyhole I might peer into But all I could pick in the whistle of air was a shanty,   sweet on his breath, whiskey foaming on his upper lip, and his blood salivating, a kind of poison he survived on   Auntie was the dark green storm of a glass bottle She made herself dizzy, swatting the air like lightning,   drunk on those unspeakable nights she went below deck with the man who set us on the voyage;   his bad eye sliding over each plank, moving low to the ground, like a crocodile sculling in the shallows, or an island   sinking back into the ocean When they told me he died, I retched, thinking of his seasick corpse, the hollow flush   of a minute hand passing time at a funeral cut down by rain and my absence, the echo of it heaving in a toilet bowl   That night, I imagine surfing on his coffin, taking a sharp nail to his heart and pulling up a rusted square of flesh   In the dead air, I creep into auntie’s flat, slip the quiet pulse in the panel behind the grandfather clock where the wax nativity   slow roasts by the fire, her living room crowded with vials, auntie, the mad concocter, weighing his deeds like a wine glass       SOST GULCHA after Gemoraw & Meron Getnet   The small fire that smiles between three stones in winter thinks itself a hearth,   even as it burns a kitchen’s pitted belly, even as it dies,   the stones leavened, once a ripened fruit, now bloated for the flies to come       BEDTIME after billy woods   I put my finger to the wind and don’t get it back / low light snatches me from the front step / the courtyard dervishes with my feet / thinking of that empty house as the shadows stretched / fists punch up through the ground / scatter milk teeth / bloom into hyenas / there are no rules in these hours / this is where magic lives / the blue in green / where time shrugs like a sieve / all the other houses yawn in their sleep / I am delirious

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August 2014

Alexander Christie-Miller

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August 2014

ALEXANDER CHRISTIE-MILLER  is a writer and journalist based in Istanbul. His writing about Turkish politics and culture has been...

Forgotten Sea

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Issue No. 11

Alexander Christie-Miller

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Issue No. 11

I. As I stood on the flanks of the Kaçkar Mountains where they slope into the Black Sea near the town of Arhavi, the...
Occupy Gezi: From the Fringes to the Centre, and Back Again

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July 2013

Alexander Christie-Miller

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July 2013

Taksim Square appears at first a wide, featureless and unlovely place. It is a ganglion of roads and bus routes, a destination and a...

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March 2017

Initiation

Guadalupe Nettel

TR. Rosalind Harvey

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March 2017

Aside from its absence of windows, my apartment is a mausoleum which bestows an epic dimension upon the important...

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September 2012

Existere: Documenting Performance Art

David Gothard

Jo Melvin

John James

Rye Dag Holmboe

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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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February 2015

Greece and the Poetics of Crisis

Joshua Barley

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February 2015

On the Aegean island of Skyros, in the Carnival period immediately preceding Lent, a more ancient ritual takes place....

 

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