On the train to Belgium an elderly and very lovely French woman read my cards. All the while she hummed the most beautiful of songs. I asked her what it was and she sang it aloud for me. She said it was a traditional French song, though she knew very little of its history. I [...]

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Alice is here, Alice is asleep. She’s been asleep for two days now, waking then falling back to sleep. She is pale and almost unrecognizable, she is covered in small, angry red dots. We worriedly watch over her, and bring her tea.
Two days ago she called from an airport, collect, my father answered the phone. [...]

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This is our friend nana. She’s kind of the best of everything, if that makes sense. She’s young, smart, cool and together. She’s our favourite penpal and our favourite singer, she should be yours too.
The Pomegranate Questionnaire
1. Can you tell us a little about what you do?
I am the female vocalist of the band Lolita [...]

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We’ve tried loving humanity, honestly we have. We’ve tried loving it on an individual basis and as a whole, but we have to confess we gave up. Sorry.
Our father made himself a box that has a slot in the top and no key for the lock. When he has lost patience with someone he [...]

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It’s the little things right? This is my magical green coffee mug (which gets me a discount when I buy coffee). It makes me happy to think I am drinking coffee from a mug with one of my paintings on it.
Happy earth day. Please pick up after yourself.
love,
Sarah (and the sisters)

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Robert Smith turns 50 today. Happy birthday Mr. Smith, thank you.
(it’s also our friend Rany’s birthday, thank you too)

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“A shabby little city full of spies,” was how he described it contemptfully, yet I am sitting here in this lovely, dusk-filled room listening to church bells, surrounded by church bells and I can imagine nothing lovelier or less shabby. The night we arrived he rushed me through the main square, practically pulling me, with [...]

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Photograph © Philip Maglieri
Louise Bak is a sublime poet and provocateur who lives in our city. We first heard about her through her books, and then through her quarterly poetry extravaganza, The Box. We think everyone should think the world of Miss Bak. This is what she says of herself:
I’ve authored several books of poetry, [...]

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Okay, we’re going through a serious Andy Warhol phase. Here is a tiny clip from a painfully hip early 1980s film called Blank Generation. This is Carole Bouquet asking Mr. Warhol the eternal question (in the sexiest french accent (only bested by Elizabeth)), “I’d like to know what you think about the sentence of Godard [...]

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“Antony and his music are like a strange gazelle that appears in front of your car and is gone before you can blink and did you ever really see it?”
Did you ever really see it at all?
That quote was in the paper this morning, written by the magical Natasha Kahn of Bat for Lashes. [...]

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