“A year may be easy, but its days are hard indeed.” -Naomi Alderman
Throwing Snow, Halos
Peter Zeihan, Agriculture at the End of the World
Elena Kraft
“Civilization is a hopeless race to discover remedies for the evils it produces.”
-Jean-Jacques Rousseau
David Terranova, Kinq
Rashed Haq
Oliver Koletzki, A Tribe Called Kotori
Sebastian Luca
“I’ll try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure.” -Mae West
Kelly Moran, Love Birds, Night Birds, Devil-Birds
Dejan Trajkovic
“The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.” -Helen Bevington