Poetry

Lonely Bean

by Anonymous Lo! what a life for you, little bean,Left upon the plate otherwise so empty.You are so round and your juices so sweet,And yet your master let you not enter his lips. Wherefore did such a thing occur, little bean?Was your master in a rush for a 9am class?Or were you too much effort […]

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Prose

Torpids: Travesty – or Reality?

by Anonymous Boat Wed Thu Fri Sat Finish M1 ↓ ↓ → → 3rd M2 ↓↓↓↓ ↑ ↓↓↓↓↓ → 37th Boat Wed Thu Fri Sat Finish W1 ↑ ↑ → → 3rd W2 ↓↓ ↓ ↓ → 39th You may have seen Oriel’s official Instagram post about our rowing crews’ racing achievements this term, but […]

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Comment, Prose

Art School Was a Weird One for Me

by Anonymous Art school was a weird one for me. I remember feeling very invalid, unschooled and also, and probably most poignantly, too ‘uncomplacent’. I think white complacency is a hallmark of contemporary art. It operates in how comfortable white people can engage with autonomy, because they have grown up in a world that has […]

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Poetry

dreaming spires

by Anonymous the sunset yawns its golden arching fingertipsacross the sandstone, and my heart achesfor the sound of church bells in the morning, as the plosive clattering of rush-hour ignitesinto symphony, hubbub, life in the centre of Oxford.the tolls of the bells, spires conspiring, spiralling upwards,the tolls of the bells, in this city of chapels,bird-calls […]

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Comment, Prose

The Spirit of Societies

by Anonymous The granting of privileges to drinking societies is incompatible with a College ethos of inclusivity and equality. A contradiction lies at the very heart of the justification for College offering privileges to drinking societies. Two conceptions of these clubs are offered; neither of these are adequate and it is only through the unjustified […]

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Poetry

Poet’s Detention

Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art?

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