Vin Nouveau by Joshua Alan Sturgill
“Are you fond of Keats?” said the enthusiastic young lady to her partner at the dance.
The young gentleman gave a glance of nervous perplexity and asked, in stammering tones:
‘‘I beg your pardon, but—er—er—what are Keats?”
Kew Gardens: Photo by David Iliff
NEW POETRY
Always to the Clouds by Joshua Alan Sturgill
GHOSTLY FICTION
At Chrighton Abbey by Mary Elizabeth Braddon. Death in some form or other—on too many occasions a violent death—had come between the heir and his inheritance. And when I pondered on the dark pages in the story of the house, I used to wonder whether my cousin Fanny was ever troubled by morbid forebodings about her only and fondly loved son. Was there a ghost at Chrighton—that spectral visitant without which the state and splendour of a grand old house seem scarcely complete? …
A Leap into Midsummer: This week, we offer a forgotten news article by Machen and a delightful essay on the Little People.
Return to the Elixir by Joshua Alan Sturgill
The Night Sky of London: I was looking at this blurred veil of the sky the other night as I strolled from Trafalgar Square towards the Embankment, when I saw a sight that struck me as strange even in the city of strange things. To the left, floating, it seemed, above the housetops, was a rosy cloud, glowing in its heart, and fade away into pale and fleecy wisps of smoke. I walked on; there was a ruby electric light on the roof of the theatre, and this smoke or steam curled about the red globe and took its colour and floated away over the dark walls. …
LATE SUMMER: Akboritha by Richard W. Rohlin
I Tried Walking Off The Job: A prose-poem by Joshua Alan Sturgill
Andrew of the Brindled Hair: Andrew Lang is dead; and English literature has sustained a loss which it will be difficult, perhaps impossible, to repair…
This summer, Akboritha by Richard W. Rohlin will be published by Darkly Bright Press. Read more.
Informed by Joshua Alan Sturgill
The Life Worth Living: There is one thing that makes me sorry about the Prefatory Note with which Mr. Sidney Dark introduces his story, “The Man who would not be King.” That one thing is that I wish I had written every word of it myself…
POETRY
Four Poems by Osip Mandelstam in new translations by Benjamin Rozonoyer
Boundary by Joshua Alan Sturgill
THE WEEKLY MACHEN
A New School of Acting: What I do hope is that the cinema may reform and purge the theatre, both in little things and in great. It is a little thing, perhaps, that in a costly scene, a Norman keep, with walls that pretend to be ten feet thick, should shake and quiver in a draught as if the massy stones were aspen leaves; but such odd doings of the scenery distract the attention and shatter the illusion that they are meant to provoke. They destroy the drama which scenic art is designed to illustrate and intensity and enhance.
The Sunday of the Paralytic by Joshua Alan Sturgill
Into the Great Deep: This service over those drowned men of the lost submarine was surely one of the strangest that has ever been held. They, in the very act of death, were already buried: they were coffined in the boat that they had served, and as they died their roomy grave was prepared already and awaited them; even the vast and shining hollow of the sea.
Whereunto Shall I Liken This Generation? by Joshua Alan Sturgill
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle guides into the frigid wastes on an expedition of horror in The Captain of the “Pole-Star.”
The War Behind The War: So all through the book Mr. Hind sees the temporal conflict as the mere veil of the eternal battle; and thus, I say, that he has been afforded a great and singular privilege: that is, he has written the book which our Bishops should have written. Presumably; it is their business, or a chief part of their business, as pontiffs of the Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church to discern things eternal in things temporal, to proffer the clear lamp of eternal light to those who go down into the thick darkness of the battle. However, they have not quite seen their duty in this aspect…
SHORT FICTION
Dialogue Between a Swallow and a Sinner by Rafael Pereira Bianchin
NEW POETRY
Apprentice by Joshua Alan Sturgill
Nanasimgit by Benjamin Rozonoyer
Some Thoughts on Robert Louis Stevenson: Personally, I have always been of the opinion that the best criticism of R. L. S. was penned in the leading columns of the Pall Mall Gazette on the day on which Stevenson’s death was announced. The leading article spoke of the dead author as among the greatest of “The Little Masters”; and as I say, it seems to me that no juster verdict could possibly be given.
NEW POETRY
More Are The Children by Joshua Alan Sturgill
Saviour by Benjamin Rozonoyer
The Book of Common Joys: Boffin, the Golden Dustman, as all know, hired Silas Wegg, a literary man with a wooden leg, to read Roman history to him and Mrs. Boffin. The work selected was “Decline and Fall of the Rooshan Empire,” as Mr. Boffin said. It was in reality Gibbon’s immortal masterpiece, and so Mr. Boffin became involved in the decadence of imperial Rome, and “Commodus, under the appellation Commodious, unworthy of his English origin and ‘not to have acted up to his name’ in his government of the Roman people.”
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