Culture, Prose, Reviews

Sparagmos – A Review

by Matthew Hull Maenads – or Bacchants, as they are often known – have for years captivated the very artists who have captivated us; their raw, unadulterated frenzy presents a vision of sheer human nature which is at once seductive and horrific. So as I sat in Exeter Chapel on Thursday evening for a double-bill […]

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Prose

Introit

by Jacob Warn   At Pusey House entrances and exits on a scene: entranced by sober vigilance, pagan minutiae the wings – a hollow, chamber space Mark me! Penitent face. Stand, a side-long and, wait, now in with lengthy stick or bowed head. Execute all impatient not we who sit and watch this play. A […]

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Prose

Mouseion

by Rafael Posada In my actions there is a secret meaning. In the surface of my thoughts I have played the feelings (such colours!), Danced the verbs and steered the light. In the bright exterior all is the same, as if cut down. My true wishes rest in the shadow, Holding the pain of theatre […]

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Comment, Prose

Somerville-Oriel Equalities Festival

by Amy Lineham Yesterday marked the start of Somerville-Oriel Equalities festival, a week promoting freedom from discrimination of any kind through a series of events including talks, workshops and film screenings. There are a vast number of reasons such events should be run, however they could all be said to boil down to the same […]

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Culture, Prose

On Sticks (and narratives of self-transference)

by Jacob Warn It was in the coffee-house that I fell asleep and had a dream – horrible thing – about bowing technique. It put me in the awkward position of teacher, teacher to my own family, and forced upon me the undeserved task of explaining the up and down bow. Try as I might, […]

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