loader image
La Piccioletta Barca - Issue 19

Latest post

Song: Calm was the even, and clear was the sky

Song: Calm was the even, and clear was the sky

from An Evening's Love Calm was the even, and clear was the sky, And the new budding flowers did spring, When all alone went Amyntas and I To hear the sweet nightingale sing; I sate, and he laid him down by me; But scarcely his breath he could...

read more

Staying at Home

In light of the recent global crisis, as well as the lockdown of multiple countries around the world, we have decided to publish a few new pieces every day in this special issue.

Unlike our monthly issues and ‘The Thread’, our special issue will not feature original works submitted to LPB. Instead, we will feature work by a selection of the LPB team’s favourite artists, writers and musicians, to keep you company through these dark days, in the same way that they are doing so for us.

All Pieces

Song: Calm was the even, and clear was the sky

Song: Calm was the even, and clear was the sky

from An Evening's Love Calm was the even, and clear was the sky, And the new budding flowers did spring, When all alone went Amyntas and I To hear the sweet nightingale sing; I sate, and he laid him down by me; But scarcely his breath he could draw; For when with a...

read more
Choju Jinbutsu Giga – Encounter

Choju Jinbutsu Giga – Encounter

The first Marubeni Group corporate image animation produced by Studio Ghibli, Inc. Adopting the motif of what is said to be Japan’s oldest manga, Choju Jinbutsu Giga (Scrolls of Frolicking Animals and Humans), the animation tells the story of mutual...

read more
Stay Home and Keep on Dancing

Stay Home and Keep on Dancing

A video performance by the renowned dance group 'Nederlands Dans Theatre' (NDT). Concept Video & Edit: Ennya Larmit Music: Niels Mudde Dancers (in order of appearance): Jesse Callaert, Meng-ke Wu, Chuck Jones, Annika Verplancke, Tess Voelker, Auguste...

read more
What Man Thou Art

What Man Thou Art

Angelo: Admit no other way to save his life— As I subscribe not that, nor any other— But, in the loss of question, that you, his sister, Finding yourself desired of such a person Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Could fetch your brother from the...

read more
Voyage Around My Room

Voyage Around My Room

How glorious it is to blaze a new trail, and suddenly to appear in learned society, a book of discoveries in one’s hand, like an unforeseen comet flashing through space! I have just completed a forty-two-day voyage around my room. The fascinating observations I made...

read more
In the process of creation

In the process of creation

Manuscripts are often just collections of torn-sheets, jumbled together and forgotten in the depths of some dusty drawer. But, sometimes, they can be much more. Within the chaos and lawlessness, the freedom that loose sheets of paper afford, some manuscripts tell us...

read more
A Novel in Nine Letters

A Novel in Nine Letters

I (From Pyotr Ivanitch To Ivan Petrovitch) Dear Sir and Most Precious Friend, Ivan Petrovitch, For the last two days I have been, I may say, in pursuit of you, my friend, having to talk over most urgent business with you, and I cannot come across you anywhere....

read more
Boredom and Excitement

Boredom and Excitement

Chapter 4, from his The Conquest of Happiness, 1930   Boredom as a factor in human behaviour has received, in my opinion, far less attention than it deserves. It has been, I believe, one of the great motive powers throughout the historical epoch, and is so at the...

read more
A fragment and a hope

A fragment and a hope

Blackberrying - By Sylvia Plath Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea Somewhere at the end of it, heaving. Blackberries Big as...

read more
The Dawn

The Dawn

I would be as ignorant as the dawn, That has looked down On that old queen measuring a town With the pin of a brooch, Or on the withered men that saw From their pedantic Babylon The careless planets in their courses, The stars fade out where the moon comes, And took...

read more
Walls

Walls

A handwritten English translation of Cavafy's poem 'Walls', composed by John Cavafy. Walls Without forbearance, without pity, without shame they built big walls and high, and encompassed me about. And now I sit here helpless, reasoning in despair. It wears away my...

read more
The Grasshopper and the Bell Cricket

The Grasshopper and the Bell Cricket

Walking along the tile-roof wall of the university, I turned aside and approached the upper school. Behind the white board fence of the school playground, from a dusky clump of bushes under the black cherry trees, an insect’s voice could be heard. Walking more slowly...

read more

Follow us

Newsletter

Pin It on Pinterest