Emma Gabel
I’ve held this feeling before–and even now–this deep mourning when all the world seems lost in this festive fantasy all around me. It often comes when death arrives on holiday mornings, when celebration lives on everywhere but your own home. Loss rarely comes just once, instead choosing to stretch out over weeks, maybe months. Thus,
There has been this emergence, or a re-emergence to some, of far-right nationalism on a global scale. Ideas that a decade ago would’ve been thought unfathomable, suddenly gaining a new degree of validity in political circles. Globalization, world peace and liberal democracy, all facing a bizarre rejection at an alarming rate. It is as if
At times in my life I’ll go through these anxious spirals, and during such periods it feels as if the world–my existence–is limited to that very moment, that no future awaits me. However, when those times pass, I often look back on them from the comfort of my current state. I realize during those mental
Just over one year ago today, alternative hip-hop artist, songwriter, and producer Aesop Rock released his seventh studio album, titled “The Impossible Kid”. The record was written mostly in seclusion, covering such topics as mental health, artistic vision, and the passage of time. Although met with critical acclaim, the album hasn’t received the same sort of mainstream success as
Rising tensions around the globe, in conjunction with worryingly lax treatment of nuclear warfare by the U.S. President, has led to a re-excitement of Cold War-era fear and anticipation. This has been a major source of anxiety for many people, myself included. Thus, the poem explores these apocalyptic ideas as a way to elaborate on this
