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La Piccioletta Barca - Issue 17

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Both the Prickles and the Cold

Both the Prickles and the Cold

My friend Armaan used to mention an allegory which compared humans to hedgehogs in winter. The hedgehogs don’t want to get near each other because they each want to avoid getting pricked by one another’s prickles. However, if they stay apart...

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About The Thread

The Thread is La Piccioletta Barca’s bi-weekly essayistic column, where writers are given the liberty to explore their ideas over a series of articles. Departing from the stimulus format of our monthly issues, ‘threads’ of articles in this column are woven together either thematically or stylistically. The Thread takes its name from Pope’s Essay on Man:

     “The spider’s touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line”

Thus, we aim to provide writing that “feels at each thread” of the mingled webs of our lives; that lightly but deftly touches on the various feelings, objects, memories, and passions that pervade our days, crystallising them into psychological and artistic truth.

On the self and the other

An anatomy of human connections, their joys and disappointments.

Both the Prickles and the Cold

Both the Prickles and the Cold

My friend Armaan used to mention an allegory which compared humans to hedgehogs in winter. The hedgehogs don’t want to get near each other because they each want to avoid getting pricked by one another’s prickles. However, if they stay apart they’ll die from the cold....

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Daniel Olivieri

I am a recent graduate of Kenyon College living in Philadelphia and working as a computer programmer. It’s always been utterly bizarre to me that we all exist in two realities at once. The first world being the one we all more or less agree on: the world which consists of tables, of warmth and cold, of uncles and aunts, of laundromats and tinfoil. Then there’s that second world of thoughts and emotions that’s cooped up inside our heads. 

Myko Philip

I am a second-year undergraduate reading English at Hughes Hall, Cambridge. Born and raised in Singapore, I have been quietly writing poetry since I was a teenager, and am looking to hone my craft during my time here at Cambridge.

On Poetic Truth 

 

An exploration of the intricacies of a poetic life, and how one’s literary inclinations can guide their actions.
Always invoking an echo, a summer’s day

Always invoking an echo, a summer’s day

Sometimes words stick. Read enough and the most innocuous and well-trodden of words can suddenly harl onto an older, wispier network of voices imbedded deep in our minds. J.H. Prynne’s Al Dente (2014) has for its epigraph, all in italics, the inobtrusive phrase: “O...

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Success in Circuit Lies

Success in Circuit Lies

In Hill’s later poetry, one is consistently caught unawares by some slantwise piercing glance. Amidst the rumbling ground bass of gnarled density and difficulty, a keen pure tone sometimes shines through.

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A friend recently asked me what it meant to see

A friend recently asked me what it meant to see

A friend recently asked me what it meant to see, perceive, live poetically. She had recently stumbled upon Viktor Shklovksy and taken quite an interest in the things he had to say about defamiliarization, of the shaking things up in our lives...

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