Leaving Amsterdam
Claudia Daventry
To break away is relative. /
I packed the rugs, the bed - and then /
I threw the bedroom in.
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Blot
Claudia Daventry
An intense dialogue about the wallpaper or the rug would do as well provided that both parties believe – Reber, 1985
Excerpts from Venice
Robert Crawford (poetry) Norman McBeath (photography)
Venice is a recent collaboration by Robert Crawford and Norman McBeath which brings together poetry, translation, photography and printmaking.
Excerpts from Simonides
Robert Crawford (poetry) Norman McBeath (photography)
Simonides is a collaboration between the poet Robert Crawford and the photographer and printmaker Norman McBeath. The work features black and white photographs paired with Scots (and English) translations
Celtic Connections: Glasgow’s annual folk, roots and world music festival—The Beginnings
Iain Anderson
Back in the winter of '93 – sounds like a song – I took a phone call from Campbell McDougall of the Glasgow Royal Concert Hall.
Adventures in Scottish Culture: a Personal Journey
Larry Bethune
I am honored and excited that FUSION editor-in-chief, Joseph Coroniti, asked me to help put together this special feature on Scottish culture.
Deliver Me
Rachel Yoder
That summer before I left, the cicadas descended on Road’s End. They’d been hibernating in the ground down by the tree roots since the year I was born, still and deadlike for seventeen long years until mysterious waters inside them began to stir again.
Russian Winter
Daphne Kalotay
The winter I was twenty-five I met once a week with a professor of Russian named Lawrence Tillbear. This was in Boston, where I was working toward a Ph.D. in European Literature, studying for a qualifying exam in Russian fiction.…
Life Under the Cloud of Unmet Expectation
A Meditation on Fame and Artistic Longevity, Steve Almond
A lot of what I do as a writer boils down to making obnoxious
assumptions, so let me start with one: if you’re reading this, you’re an
aspiring writer, or an aspiring musician, or both. The first thing I’d like…
Last Year At Marienbad (Alan Resnais, 1961)
A. Van Jordan
A place, though visible, is like a ghost \
of memories. Even memories one forgets \
linger in the space in which they occurred. \
Here within the expanse of vaulted ceilings, \ ...