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Roundtable Readings 3.0 - Water

Roundtable Readings  presents A collection of writings on: ‘Water’ Curated by Lili Ward Handmade by Lili Ward The Fountain  Biddy Mahy You see a beautiful girl drinking from a water fountain. There is the morning sun. There is the end of her ponytail getting splashed by the water. A sliver of sunlight creeps in underneath her arm, making it look implausibly thin. Her neck is bent awkwardly to capture the jet which comes out in unpredictable waves from the abused facility. Her swallowing moves at a gallop. Perhaps she senses eyes on her and wants the experience to be over as quickly as possible. At least that is how you would feel, crumpled up like that. Showing off the kind of need that can't wait, a kind of unspoken weakness. But then, you wonder if it is instead the weight of freedom that occupies her. For her, you speculate, the day is a pull, grains of sand: there are decisions and things to do. Her thirst, and the part with the fountain where you’re watching her, is her b...
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Roundtable Readings 2.0 Suburbia

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  Roundtable Readings presents a collection of writings on: ‘Suburbia’ Curated by Lili Ward The Jig Is Up Jebediah Costin After all, who am i to decide which impulse is pure or impure, clean    clean     or unclean? When the jig is up, after all, it isn't always a matter of cleanliness. Sometimes it's only war. After all, the blossoms are turning rancid. How am I expected to find love in a place like this?            Guitars, moons gone rancid, ignored for too long, and the jig is up. The suburbs are burning,             a pool of dirty blood, it isn't war anymore, he couldn't convince a bird to leave a tree. After all is said and done, who'll be left to pack it all down? The poets’re dead, they will be      surely     and punk rock’s  dead,    we used to stack fucks like you five-feet high in Korea,           ...
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