Poetry

1/1440 rpm

by Ruida Ding   Lay me down Sumptuous covers, queen size bed Scrumptious lover, cheeks brick-red Pull me closer You’ve won it   Online blog Epistemology Cocktail bar Ethnography Received your Master of Art and Science in Anthropology A thousand names in your biography Overqualified to explore my Biology   Desires orchestrated Intimacy engineered Don […]

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Comment, Prose

How Revolutions Matter

by Martin Yip I was first introduced to Les Misérables in seventh-grade music class: whenever our music teacher had time to spare at the end of class, he would go on YouTube and play us clips of its musical adaptations. I was captivated, and when a few years later the film adaptation was released, I […]

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News, Prose

Gilets Jaunes: Thoughts

by Louise Edge Along with the huge quantities of cheese and wine that are practically mandatory here, popular protest is amongst the many cliches I’ve experienced over four months of living here in France. In spite of this, I could never have anticipated the scale of unrest that has taken place during my time so […]

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Poetry

Heads in the Radio

by Tom Saer The doyen of the television cables crouches, one knee resting on the dashboard:  He exclaims this is  The first and last attempt to dull the children’s mouths! They’ve taught themselves diplomacy with brightly coloured picture-books.

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Poetry

A Thinker’s Rage

by David Asamoah   Please pity me, I bear a thinker’s rage  For Sleep and all her sweet unconscious charms  How I have dreamt to be held in her arms  To end Day’s chapter on Night’s unmarked page  Please comfort me, for waking worries wage  Chaos upon my mind no comfort calms  Though thoughts of […]

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Comment, Prose

A Word from the Editors: Revolution

by Michael Angerer It is somewhat surprising – and then, perhaps not – that the word ‘revolution’ is in itself quite unconventional: it was adopted partly from French and partly from Latin (as the Oxford English Dictionary reliably informs us) and can ultimately be traced back to the Latin revolvere, meaning ‘to revolve’; and, indeed, […]

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Comment, Prose

To Those Who Are Not Revolutionaries

by Monim Wains To the ones who lead good lives that are completely unremarkable. Those who live happy and fulfilled without doing anything that seems significant. To the vast majority of you. Have we all failed? No. Of course not. But what does that mean? Why is it that when history is taught, and the […]

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Interview, Prose

Oriel Interviews: Nick

‘Everyone at Oriel is friendly and willing to help’ Interview conducted by Chloe Whitehead Nick, one of Oriel’s dedicated food preparation assistants, started working in College as a kitchen porter in early July this year. Born in Oxford when the Westgate shopping centre was still terraced housing, he enjoys walking along the beautiful canals and […]

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Humour, Prose

Misfortune and Monopoly

by Peter Hammerton Any self-proclaimed board games aficionado, sitting in a café playing The Settlers of Catan with a tattoo of an icosahedral die on his forearm, will tell you that Monopoly is terrible. It lasts forever; it’s obvious who’s going to win long before it ends; it’s a glorification of capitalism, rugged individualism and […]

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Creative Writing, Prose

The True Fortune

by Monim Wains Behemoth blocks of glass and concrete rolled by the window of the bus, wobbling in the streaks of London’s rain. Alex gave no notice to the wet-smelling air from the window, too busy tapping his foot on the floor. He kept biting on his lip, his head stiff and restless. Butterflies flitted […]

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Poetry, Prose

Destination / Extermination

by Ruida Ding   Four past twelve. ‘Forty-two seconds left to make it to the Exam  Schools’; I took in a last eyeful of the resplendent Oxonian  architecture and let out a deep long sigh, ‘My sincerest gratitude,  dearest punctual lecturer.’ A swarm of students made the beeline for the  Bodleian transport booths and I […]

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Comment, Prose

Close Campsfield

by Joanna Engle Unknown to many, North Oxford is the home to one of the UK’s ten immigration removal centres. Campsfield opened in 1993 and its detainees have included refugees, asylum seekers, foreign national offenders, and ‘overstayers’.  All of them are held without charge, without a time limit, often without legal representation. Around 25,000 people […]

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Poetry

Head Clot

by Monim Wains   Seeping out the hole in his heart, Black blood, clinging to the ribs in his core, Pulling him to the floor, Pulling the light in his eyes away.   At times he would hide it, Dam the lump in his throat with his teeth, Eyes grinning cheek to cheek, Happy as […]

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Comment, Prose

Fortune – A Fresher’s Perspective

by Martin Yip Would you agree with the claim that all freshers are fortunate? Each year, about 3200 undergraduates are admitted to Oxford, which comes to a 17% admissions rate. That percentage is slated to decrease, as the number of applicants has been increasing over the last few years, while the number of places has […]

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Poetry

On Fortune

by David Asamoah   Fortune’s a gentle breeze lost in life’s storm  Whose guiding breaths often keep me afloat I fear those breaths will stop being the norm And give cruel Neptune time to flex and gloat I steer the wheel yet move as fate allows  My destiny feels out of my control Is it […]

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Culture, Prose, Reviews

Talaash: A Preview

by Zad El Bacha I was cold and tired, searching for Saint Antony’s music room, when a vibrant singing called to me from across the quad. I stepped into the room, and the energy of the cast and the rich, vivid music overwhelmed me. This is how I was introduced to a preview of Talaash, […]

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Comment, Prose

A Word on Movember

by Michael Angerer This, dear readers, would usually be the place to share with you some etymological musings on the word ‘spark’. Usually, we might inform you that according to the Oxford English Dictionary, it rather unremarkably derives from Old English spearca, meaning ‘a small particle of fire’; and that, more interestingly, it eventually also […]

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Poetry

Here and Now

by Aidan Chivers   A mayfly, dancing through her only spring,          Explores her meadow, bathing in the light Of sunbeams passing through her dappled wing          Which flutters on her maiden, carefree flight. Some fleeting words float through the dying breeze –           She flutters […]

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Poetry

Flicker

by Monim Wains   I fizzed and cracked, A bright sparkler sparkling Kissing sizzling in the night,   I glittered in the eyes of those who held me, Wide-toothed smiles of pride At the sun in their hands,   A trailblazer, purple in every blink, Close your eyes, still shining, From afar you’d see me […]

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Poetry

No Longer Do They Fear the Dawn of Night

by David Asamoah   No longer do they fear the dawn of night  Or shudder at the absence of the sun  No day lasts without end but it’s begun  In the small hours of morn promising light   During the noon, the sun stands its full height And sombre thoughts of evening are slewn  With […]

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Poetry

Restart

by Tom Saers   Make me spinning visible to Make my pain complete?   And I will not allow this to repeat  Said someone part of me  And I will not allow this to repeat  Said generation me, my parent   What I wouldn’t advertise  To find a smile with space enough for twenty paper […]

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Poetry

I Woke up This Morning as a Mermaid

by Simone Fraser   I woke up this morning as a mermaid Silver scales rubbing the scratchy university-issue bed sheets It had happened before, Slipping under water in familiar a chipped porcelain bath tub Or the pool around the corner from my childhood home I’d wait it out surrounded in bubbles or friendship Marvel at […]

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Poetry

Welcome Back

by Aidan Chivers   The sleepless moonlight dusts the tops of trees,   And tastes a calming scent upon my lips   Which curls around my outstretched fingertips And drifts, like fleeing dreams, along the breeze. From dusky monochrome I turn away –   I step inside, try in the darkness not to choke,   And seek within this […]

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Creative Writing, Poetry, Prose

The Climber

by Monim Wains I have watched him, the cherub, from the moment he cried. He opened his eyes and gaped at the sky. His penny-sized heart just fluttering by; pulsing for the clouds, woollen and white. He reached from his cot, with his fingers he stretched. In his eyes, I could see the stars reflect. […]

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Culture, Prose

Saving Imagination: Myth and Legend in World War I Poetry

by Grace Khuri This year marks the centenary of the Armistice that ended World War I on 11 November, 1918. Throughout the nation, memorial events—both intellectual and artistic—have been and still are taking place. During this commemorative season, I would like to draw attention to a perhaps underappreciated aspect of World War I poets, namely […]

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Humour, Prose

The Trouble with Quidditch

by Peter Hammerton Harry Potter, my favourite fantasy series, has its own sport: Quidditch! Everyone loves Quidditch, but not everyone loves how it works. Here’s a brief summary: wizards and witches fly on broomsticks around a stadium. Each team has three Chasers (who score 10 points for every time they throw a ball through a […]

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Comment, Prose

A Word from the Editors: Fantasy

by Michael Angerer The beauty of Fantasy – and, in part, the reason why it was chosen as this issue’s theme – is both how varied its meanings can be and how close they ultimately are to the etymological root of the word. A quick glance at the Oxford English Dictionary, preferably in its handy […]

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Poetry

Swans, Sweet Trips and Other Music on My Own

by Tom Saer   Push your eyes until the logic’s gone and then, in millions and millions of yards and scars of smiles in eyes The destination singing to the cracks in mattresses is on your right   I know I’m making deeper crevices when walking while there’s everything but softness round my ears: things […]

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Prose

A Fresh Perspective

by Monim Wains Welcome to Oxford, the best university in the world! (For three years running, don’t you know, no one in the UK has ever done that before!) And welcome to Oriel, the hands-down, no questions asked, best college in Oxford.  That’s quite an introduction to live up to, but the number of times […]

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Poetry

An Old Dawn

by Chris Hill   We tend to respect things that have endured for a long time.   We respect our professors Because we know that years of hard study have given them knowledge. That time has taught them more than books could.   We respect antiques As relics of an era before our own. As […]

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