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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...

INTERROGATION (1)     Are you a witch?   Are you   Have you had relations with the devil?   Have you   Have you had relations with the devil and what took place?   I kissed him under the tail, it was a bit like soil, a bit like road tar when it heats up, he was flickering in pleasure, the field would be just the same when I tongue that, the bird’s feathers parting   What knowledge did the devil give you?   I built a house next to the sea, the roof is red/orange, the sky is a shaking plate of light peeling you back, there is grass out the front, some metal bins, you can see a lighthouse I began to sleep with the windows open, I began to creep along the bed to my own globe face in the mirror Sitting rubbed up in myself is this fierce fire, it does not come from me, even the stones in the drive are crackling with it   What did the devil make you do under his control?   His mother had just died We ate mint ice cream by the coffin, he was missing her, my sock was loose, we kept laughing   What is magic?   Picture an egg yolk, that huge yellow throw up sun Dementedly shining, falling out of itself, birthed and reverent   What is magic?    Little cracks coming in, small flaws in the glass, and the air slapping itself, you stand on a hill, things are mainly green and breakable, you think ok I’m not alone, but mainly, ok I was never alone, on a far off hill the earth is breaking up against the gas pressure of the sun, if there was ever anything to miss this is what you miss, how it’s beginning   What crimes have you enacted?   Love makes me forget myself sometimes I am horribly angry, I am sick with it, my vomit turns black, but this love I can’t explain it, beyond that it is exactly   What other witches/sorcerers have you conjured with?   S couldn’t eat The food was poor and cheap but not that She had these violet eyes   Have you taken black mass?   I’ve wondered why things turn Rustling and fluttering cells, the nib of the chest where what you might call soul slides out and enters a hyena fucking happily amongst the fruit rinds   What did the devil

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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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September 2012

Letter from a New City to an Old Friend

Cutter Streeby

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September 2012

Letter from a New City to an Old Friend     [SEAside          Gra-                         –i.m. Ronny Burhop 1987-2010                                                                      ffiti]...

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December 2013

The Horror of Philosophy

Houman Harouni

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December 2013

An article published in this same venue opens with a grievance: ‘We lack the philosophers that we require for...

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June 2012

At Night the Wife Makes Her Point: Two Poems

Gioconda Belli

TR. Charles Castaldi

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June 2012

AT NIGHT, THE WIFE MAKES HER POINT   No. I don’t have Cindy Crawford’s legs. I haven’t spent my...

 

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