Critique, critique, we've all too much of critique.
Part One: The Torch-Bearers of Tradition
A Myth of Cheshire.
On our return and why we're here.
Galahad set forth unarmed empty-handed along his way
In this photo-essay, Fabrice Poussin takes us through the regality of this, our land, before man's feet have trod it, and to where, even now, our feet have yet left it an unconquered kingdom of nature's imperial majesty.
His tome cast to plunge and fade to subtle worth In precious fragments faint, he paused to glean
How dimly in winter attends to the heart That teeming season of our out-bloomed prime,
Ming Yue’s parents had plans for her. She knew that. She had been brought up to be conscientious, hard-working, diligent, and studious.
Banal observations, meek style, and nearly complete absence of poetic images—such is “Yael,” an “important” and “brilliant” “non-binary” epic.