Once upon a time there was a king who had only one daughter. She was beautiful and accomplished in every way and famous for her horse riding skills. The king and the princess were keen on acquiring horses. Whenever any merchant presented a pedigreed horse the king would buy it for the asking price.
Arts & Letters
A little boy whips cattle before a sun that sinks into the city below Murat camping site which lies at the foot of a palace reached by a rocky hill. All evening members of our group have been stumbling up the rocky hill to try and reach the palace.
Julian takes purposeful strides through the street. He is desperate to reach Anika’s house so that he can see her and, more importantly, speak to her uncle. Evening has fallen and the pavement glitters with frost, creating a fine cushion that crackles beneath his trainers. His walk soon breaks into a run and his breaths become sharp, forming cloudy bursts that reveal the chill in the night air.
Paris-based poet, novelist and editor, Stéphane Chaumet casts an apocalyptic eye on the contemporary to produce these poems, crowded with disease, migration, the inhumanity of urban space, time, mystery and death. He discovers the spiritual in the sensuous and a beauty inextricably connected to horror.
Desert, white sand rippling, reddish sky. A figure, on a white horse, head wrapped in a scarf and covered in a hat, wearing an assortment of Western clothes: boots, jodhpurs, a short jacket.
In Far Pavilion, Adrus plays with memory, history and location using photographs, video installation and abstract watercolours. It focuses on the emergence of mosques in Britain, and the lingering memory of Indian soldiers in Britain, who fought in World War I, and ended up convalescing in the Royal Pavilion, Brighton.
Four poems from Iranian-born British poet Mimi Khalvati.
My father knew he had a daughter of a different nature. It wasn’t by chance that we were a family who knew a lot about telepathy.
‘Truth is an illusion’ said Nietzsche. For my mother who has never been to school, truth is standing up calmly after a deluge.
Damn this desire to fly. Damn these wings.