My neck is starting to get screwed up from my non-ergonomic set-up. At home I have a wonderful, adjustable chair with a high back against which I often lean my head. This reminds me a little too viscerally of how when I was a teenager my neck would get...

[George Oppen's] work exemplifies Blake's call to make "Mental Flight": a critique, an examination, a readiness to experience the ruptures and possibilities of place and time. A skeptical wariness combined with a kind of fervent hope-- beyond...

In the US, ruins usually aren't the remains of old castles or monasteries, but abandoned mining works, ghost towns, rural barns and outbuildings, derelict tenements, and sites once occupied by the military. I can think of several parks in Washington...

The first review I've seen of Gwyneth Jones's Imagination/Space: Essays and Talks on Fiction, Feminism, Technology, and Politics is Ernest Lilley's, in SF Revu's December issue. He begins his review with this: Not only is Gwyneth Jones a brilliant...

What in the world is this? I don't even know if it's animal, vegetable, mineral, or manufactured. I found it on the beach today, about half an hour before high tide, near the water line. Any ideas?