“calm rhythm” – a poem by Myroslav Laiuk
“a soldier of an unknown army / fell here / to the bottom of the fog”
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“a soldier of an unknown army / fell here / to the bottom of the fog”
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You’ve got to feel sorry for our top teams. It’s hard work, maintaining their brand.
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A radical internationalism is needed to democratise the EU and breathe new life into the left.
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And I’m not just talking about the fact they’ve both been left with a old, wrinkly narcissist.
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Grutas Park, in Lithuania, is one of the world’s strangest tourist attractions. But it also forces us to ask:…
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A Farewell to Ice reveals the sad truth: one day Arctic ice, our planet’s air con, will be gone.
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The Björk Digital “exhibition” turns out to be more mundane, but at least she doesn’t need a large brandy to…
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More than any of her recent predecessors, the Prime Minister seems willing to challenge the economic and political orthodoxies…
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According to the former Chancellor, “nobody in the government has the first idea of what they’re going to do next”.
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It was the only bank this summer to fail a European stress test, requiring emergency recapitalisation. What next for…
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My week, from havoc in the Labour family to a sublime act of real-life trolling – via a shopping centre.
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“The public need to see what they’re paying for,” says Huw Robinson during Radio 3’s instillation at the Southbank Centre.
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Autumn is here, and I’m heading out with Ivor Cutler, forager, poet, songwriter and sage.
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Five more episodes to go, after which its “feminist” writer (his word, not mine), Allan Cubitt, should pull the plug on…
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My week, from babbling at Michael Gove to chatting Botox with Ed Balls and a trip to Stroke City.
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Balls is clear that his defeat in his constituency in 2015 was a prelude to a funeral and life…
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Radcliffe is dead good in Swiss Army Man – meaning he is both good, and dead. Plus: Deepwater Horizon.
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Old folks dancing, a toy monkey and thirty Swiss francs a day. I never want to come home again.
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Rawer and more unevenly wrought than Alone in Berlin, Nightmare is the necessary precursor to that great work.
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The Pigeon Tunnel turns to the two, ambigious relationships that fuel le Carré’s work: that with his family, and with…
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Springsteen’s memoir, Born to Run, is the most accomplished of the recent cavalcade of rock autobiographies.
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Amitav Ghosh’s The Great Derangement poses two, thought-provoking questions about how we write about climate change.
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On why Trump is the back-row kid, Tracey Emin’s granny slippers, and why policy “nudges” can’t be shoves.
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The Conservative policy board chair on the meaning of Brexit, state intervention and whether “Mayism” exists.
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My brothers were both warriors in Lycra, while what I did had no value whatsoever – and still doesn’t.
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It is easy to understand Cameron’s frustrations with May. But her convictions have been tested over a long period…
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A new book reveals the spiteful after life of Downing Street’s unlikely spin doctor.
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I confess to being baffled by Coetzee’s novel The Schooldays of Jesus.
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All the best gossip from party conference, including why Dennis Skinner is now the MP for Selfie Central.
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Minoo Dinshaw’s Outlandish Knight revels in the life of an untypical historian.
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The lead singer of The Divine Comedy on the genius of Pulp, Squeeze, and the Human League.
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How different the fate of the Lib Dems could have been if they had begun the coalition with more…
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