poems by James Croal Jackson
Travels Tell me your wildest vacation fantasy. There, we will visit our home.
poem by John Grey
On Deck in Rough Water The ship rocked from side to side and I was the only one on deck.
Like Kant and Hölderlin withal
[The ontological new-Romantic period according to Paweł Markiewicz] by Paweł Markiewicz This is a philosophy, that Paweł Markiewicz has drafted. Proceeding from the Kant´s sentence: „The bestarred heaven above me, the moral law in me”. There are on earth: the human part down below and the starry section up there.
Another Haunted House
by Oana Celia Gheorghiu Neither here, nor there. Her here is not where she is. She is there only because acted like you didn’t want her here. She thought that she needed a somewhere. An anywhere. Across felt like ersatz back then. It feels like darkness now. Mind void. She took what was given to […]
What people do not want to imagine
by Ana Bazac The problem expressed by the title has no simple psychological solution: like “people do not want to feel pain and thus do not want to transpose mentally into the minds of those who suffer”.
Old Wineskins
by Ștefan Bolea in my life I’ve encountered far greater adversaries than death but I was born from her the taste of her cunt still lingers on the tip of my tongue nearly drove me insane
poems by T.S. Hidalgo
Kanovitz’s Vernissage, by Haneke (The McDonaldization of terrorism) George Ritzer and a corner are not the same thing: enclosed, the vernissage fifteen, in an unending McDonald’s, in the attic of a skyscraper,
Short term logic, long and large term logic: the human rationality and telos
by Ana Bazac I As it is known, the scientists have distinguished the types of human rationality – practical, theoretical, formal and substantive, said Max Weber[1] – as well as the pattern of the human rationality: to always correlate the means and the end of an action and to make this correlation in the frame of/according […]
poems by DS Maolalai
Our industrial roots we come from two lines of long-feuding families and I hope we don’t end up ending up the same way. it seems like every generation of ours has some minor squabble over god know what; land or parentage or just plain blood mentality. our mothers side I guess can be […]
Ariadne’s Song
by Samuel R. Buckley My life is a tune, three verses, a breakdown, and a chorus to fade. Verse Something very strange is happening to Ariadne Quantick. She opens her eyes after falling asleep on the morning train to find herself staring right into the eyes of her double. Straight into the face of herself: […]