Look at it. Burnt, pitted. The mindlessness Vacant contentment, I KNEW But they’ve erased it. Edited, adjusted, subverted me, but I won’t forget! That man on the stage, the human brain That popinjay Only my brain— What is brain How can he die? Can […]
my ceiling isn’t very interesting considering the amount of time I spend staring at it hours upon hours tracing constellations hoping to make some sense of the bumps and fissures splattered up there maybe I should paint something on that blank canvas to keep my mind from wandering maybe hang up a rotating solar system to dangle
Recalculating my body and my pain My therapist tells me that when you picture your body in your mind’s eye, everything is not of equal size. The average person will picture their head as much bigger than it is because they spend much more time thinking about their head than the rest of their body. My perception of my body is
In March 2017, I started a fight in the Facebook comments section for an article in The Varsity called “In Search of a Safe Space”. In this article, “a safe space” was used to refer to “a comfortable study area for finals season”. I was young, and mad, and it felt like the right thing to do. “Safe space” is a term that, especially two years ago, was gaining traction
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“Translate the following passage into clear, idiomatic English.” My mind wanders from the examination booklet in front of me to my grammars and commentaries. The words of old men, commenting on and arranging the words of older men, bleed together. They suggest a singular reading of a single text—the one I am supposed to replicate
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A modern translation of the Homeric Hymn to Demeter
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Dear reader, We are constantly translating even when we are speaking the same language. A set of words will never hold the same meaning for any two people—they’re coloured by our own personal experiences and interpretations. Each word and every movement is a translation. We can never be certain of how they will be read. Our Spring
Attempting to understand my father’s past
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