‘The empty pursuit of individual gratification gives way to the honour of higher duties. For Deronda, the higher duty, the honourable inheritance, is Zionism.’
Read More‘At worst, Schapelle was a shady femme fatale layabout who dared risk it all for a quick buck in a country where drug offences are punishable by death. At best, she and her family of Bali-loving watersports enthusiasts with a propensity for getting into verbal and sometimes physical altercations with the media were guilty of eliciting deep cultural cringe.‘
Read More‘Art will not liberate Palestine. Hammad knows this. To write a book that frames theatre as a radical form of resistance would be naïve.’
Read More‘In other words, for British colonial law to work, the law needed a poet.’
Read More‘Even though I no longer think about my racial identity through negation, the central question stayed with me: What does my skin remember, reimagine, reappropriate?’
Read More‘Beyond this basic premise of the state fucking you over, which is almost historically universal, is something more specific to the Singaporean psyche: a critique of Singaporean subject-making through a stimulus-response psychology of pain and pleasure discourse—that is, the state fucks us up the ass because we are taught to ask them nicely.’
Read More‘This type of information collaging from various decontextualised sources has resulted in self-help being a genre that is typically not taken seriously and resented by literary critics.’
Read More‘In the beginning, Nakamoto created the network and the coin. Its earliest adopters could only write Bitcoin’s apotheosis. The rest is revisionist history.’
Read More‘No matter how much some people try to keep us as living artefacts, we’re an ever-present myriad of Peoples who live, love and grieve.’
Read More‘Rootlessly cosmopolitan—as fluent in the language of the office as in the language of the bedroom, in the theorems of science as in the paradoxes of theology—poetry is a perennial migrant in the republic of letters.’
Read More‘A rock can outlive history, so long as history does not break the rock.’
Read More‘Language passes through me, in cloudy shapes I only vaguely recognise as the distance between myself and the rest of the world.’
Read More‘Here there are plastic chairs, plastic tables, phone screens, tv soaps, chicken rice, and the poem’s final word, which tells us what we have always known.’
Read More‘The prose poem begins in present tense—we are inside the trauma.’
Read More‘Perhaps the moment-to-moment labour of crafting verse is not wildly dissimilar to the invisible quotidian acts of looking after those we love.’
Read More‘I fill in the silence with the voices who are familiar to me, the words of those in whom I see myself, signing towards an estranged wilderness that we call home.’
Read More‘What might it mean to acknowledge that this is the substance of the labour performed by many of us, those of us who aspire to do anything but?’
Read More‘Throughout her oeuvre, Kapil’s writing mutates beyond her initial idea; the trace of the act of writing and its metamorphosis is not erased in the final congealment of the book.’
Read More‘The difference between swimming and drowning, then, is to ignore your reflection in the water before you jump in.’
Read More‘The best literature complicates morality. Characters are flawed. The resolution is messy. What is lost cannot be redeemed.’
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