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Richard Marshall interviews Gordon Finlayson in 3:AM Magazine:
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Mike Jay reviews Suzanne Corkin's Permanent Present Tense: The Man with No Memory, and What He Taught the World in the LRB: |
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Christopher Benfey in the NYRB's blog:
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Detainee.
how easily a speck of bird shatters the evenness of skies— she peers, stunned, from cell 22 that such dumb minuteness can shake the earth
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by Merlinda Bobisfrom Summer was a fast train without terminalspublisher: Spinifex, North Melbourne, 1998
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Enda O'Doherty in Eurozine:
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John B. Thompson reviews Stephen R. Platt's Autumn in the Heavenly Kingdom : China, the West, and the Epic Story of the Taiping Civil War and Tobie Meyer-Fong's What Remains : Coming to Terms with Civil War in 19th Century China in the LA Review of Books: |
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Claude S. Fischer in Boston Review:
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A conversation with Lee Smolin in Edge:
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Rennie Sparks in The New York Times: |
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Through the Speckled Land.I She won’t speak to me anymore, this place my tongue is received with poor grace. My roots penetrated only so far and they wither for lack of water. Salt was spread on the upper scraw and ploughed through to the lower layer. She can no longer nourish her brood, In my own land as a stranger viewed. II On the road between two cities each of which has two names, I read the words on the signs. I am travelling through the speckled land and every town here has two names. Claonadh – Clane Cill Dara – Kildare Baile Dháith – Littleton Cúil an tSúdaire – Portarlington the native name in italic script a biased telling of the lore of place the native name in the lesser script a muted telling, in slow fade . . . III As I travel through the speckled land I move from white to black my journey is taken aslant the way I follow is zig-zagged. |
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Friday, May 17, 2013 - 21:57 —
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Juan Cole in Informed Comment:
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Stephen Wolfram in his blog:
But as I’ve learned more, and gotten a better feeling for Leibniz as a person, I’ve realized that underneath much of what he did was a core intellectual direction that is curiously close to the modern computational one that I, for example, have followed. |
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Meeting at Night
The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low: And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Three fields to cross till a farm appears; A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of a lighted match, And a voice less loud, through joys and fears, Than the two hearts beating each to each!by Robert Browning |
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