"The picture paints itself again and again... a room, a floor, a window. A table, a chair. Squares of sunshine on the floor. An indeterminable potted plant on the windowsill." Story of the Week (January 23), by Adda Djørup. Tr...
"A young man approaches me... He would like to show me his home, his wife and his children. He pushes the tarp to the side, and I look into their 32-square foot residence." Peder Frederik Jensen reports from the Guiwa refugee c...
“If creating is to be a form of escape, let us agree that it is not reserved solely to the creator, but extends to the viewer / reader / observer who ensures its dissemination. Whether digital or in print, literature and art in their essentials are still portals — though perhaps not the escape we hope they will be — and they tend to provide telling insights into their makers and the individuals who indulge in them.” ~ Maryam Piracha, ‘A Word from the Editor’,Summer 2014
“I pondered why young teens who indulged in cutting and other methods of self-harm, didn’t just magic the scars away like Harry Potter did in most fanfiction; it took me a week to realize that magic wasn’t real, and in real life, you lived with the consequences of your own depression, self-loathing and generally poor mental health.” ~ Ghausia Rashid Salam, ‘Skulking Around the Dark Side of Fandom’Summer 2014
“Critics and academicians classify escapist fiction and the genres of science-fiction, thriller, mystery, romance and fantasy, commonly classified under it, as sub-literary, deeming them unworthy of being regarded as true literature. Charges of shallowness and superficiality are brought up against escapist genre fiction, with its worth denigrated to entertainment alone. Not to disregard any motivation to read for purely aesthetic purposes, but the assertion that escapist fiction offers nothing more than the mere pleasure of escape is both false and unfounded.” ~ Sana Hussain, ‘The Reality of Escapist Fiction’,Summer 2014
“It occurs to me that I am invariably attracted to broken artists and conversely, broken art. Some of them survived their art, others didn’t but overwhelmingly I am attracted to artists whose art cripples their person. These are the books I come back to — ‘Labyrinths’, ‘Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man’, ‘Notes from the Underground’, ‘Beautiful Losers’ — broken books by broken people, followed by broken songs and broken paintings. All of them dangerously maladjusted beings that thrive in their broken-ness, while being broken. Almost as if the process that shatters their person simultaneously feeds their art.”
~ Maria Amir, ‘Solitary Consignment’,Summer 2014