But for all you are is but a King, Lost out upon the sea. His hands were crabs, his feet were fish, his soul the sea. He wept for days that could not be, he wept for years to be. He had but only two sons, both were to be
In the 125 years since its inception Phoenix has changed its name, format and remit. In fact, in almost every way this issue would be completely alien (aliens being something of a preoccupation) to the man who founded the magazine in 1887. However it is just possible to trace a
By Cristina Ferraz Rigo “To them, I said, the truth would be literally nothing but the shadows of the images.” Socrates dialogue with Glauco, Plato, The Republic The allegory of the cavern is one of the most inspiring readings to get acquainted with design semiotics. In this beautiful metaphor, Socrates
Who’s hiding in the trees? Who’s watching me through dark leaves, as I run through Battersea Park at 5 minutes to midnight? Why aren’t they at home? What will they gain from the sight of hot breath on cold air and soft shoes on coarse gravel? Are
Imagine: a flock of paper birds set free across the gallery, surging from out of one corner to disappear into another. Imagine: the tensions in the lines of string fastened to the ceiling, fixing, imprisoning their subjects. Imagine: a weightless bird, spinning helplessly on the end of a line, at
ASCETIC Too much time to play the cynic, Glad to be your biggest critic, Lacking purpose and direction, But keen to give all my affection. I do mean every word I say, But definitions change each day, Calm down dearest, no need to worry, When I’m gone you won’
The old man walked into the kitchen, carefully holding his fishing rod in front of him. He was manoeuvring it gingerly to avoid knocking anything off the cluttered kitchen shelves with the swaying tip, before finally propping it against the jamb of the front door. When she saw him come
“Yeah, these guys were proper jokers!” The Physics fresher smiles nostalgically as he leafs through a stack of photographs, taken during his travels last year. He recounts the journey that took him across Latin America, the places he visited and the people he met. In Cuba, he shifted from town
Our culture is hypocritical in many ways. Sex is used to sell products, get jobs and find mates but it is rarely addressed in a direct and honest way. The sex industry represents a significant portion of the world’s economy. In many countries, it operates in a grey area
Just like oil and water...
To recall colour beyond the fracture of days, Or relish a dawn from Eden’s sweet gaze. Though they lie, deceitful from their roots, The perverted perceptions of those fatal fruits. Those true fallacies, Queens and harlequins of the soul, Conspiring faithfully in our candid futilities, Are but sublime details,
Poem by Kadhim