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Orlando Reade is writing a Ph.D. on English poetry and cosmology in the seventeenth century. His interview with Lynette Yiadom-Boakye can be read in The White Review No. 13.



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Wildness of the Day

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December 2016

Orlando Reade

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December 2016

One day in late 2011, waiting outside Green Park station, my gaze was drawn to an unexpected sight. Earlier that year a canopy of...

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...

Catmint wakes up to the taste of milk and baking soda He pushes his tongue against his teeth Swallows thick, creamy catarrh It is five oh two He turns to the right, slips from bed and begins   First, he lays out Beetle’s pills on a paper napkin Two brown circles, one large pink oval, and a white capsule filled with soluble red powder He spaces each of them out with his smallest fingernail Then, he tiptoes about the bedroom whilst Beetle sleeps, brushing out his hair and clipping it back, slipping into his two-strap sandals, painting his eyelids with a waxy, yellow pigment He stands on the dresser and cleans inside the Recirculator with his fingers, and then he lifts his filthy hands above his head and closes the bedroom door with his hip   Outside, he neatens the shoes on the shoe rack, fills the kettle to the third notch, and picks the bloated bits of rice from the sink The grout between the tiles is cleaned The living room rug made perpendicular to the living room wall The showerhead left in a bucket of white vinegar   He leaves the flat at around seven The street is crowned with a horizon of laundry Wires going from window to window draped with paisley sheets and stained underwear, all hanging stagnant in the breezeless air Catmint stops at the newsagents on the corner for a cut of synth-citric The woman at the counter holds it out in her hands like a sticky yellow pebble before wrapping it in brown paper Outside of the shop the radios are beginning to crackle to life There are speakers jutting out of the walls, attached to lamp posts, on people’s balconies and patios Several stations garbling over each other White noise to keep the peace at bay   Catmint looks up at the pale seven o’clock sky, and for a moment, is convinced he might see a bird He doesn’t       There is a library on Via 760 that sells sencha tea It’s oily and tastes like wet white fish – a poor echo of the original Beetle hates it, and this

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August 2014

Orlando Reade

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August 2014

Orlando Reade is writing a Ph.D. on English poetry and cosmology in the seventeenth century. His interview with Lynette...

Life outside the Manet Paradise Resort : On the paintings of Lynette Yiadom-Boakye

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November 2012

Orlando Reade

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November 2012

*   A person is represented, sitting in what appears to be the banal and conventional pose of a high street studio portrait photographer:...

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November 2016

The Green Ray

Agnieszka Gratza

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November 2016

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Walt Whitman, Leaves...

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November 2012

Film: Difficulties in Impression Management

Patrick Goddard

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November 2012

Difficulties in Impression Management, 2012 Running time 13’09”

Interview

November 2014

Interview with Juan Goytisolo

J. S. Tennant

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November 2014

Juan Goytisolo is one of Spain’s leading writers, but one with a fraught relationship with his home country, to put it...

 

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