The Facebook generation of poets

Adult brain processes fractions effortlessly

Posthumous publication of Roland Barthes’s journals

Excerpt:

November 5th

Sad afternoon. Quick shopping. At the pastry shop (pointlessness) I buy an almond cake. Serving a customer, the little female employee says, “Voilà.” That’s the word which I would say when I brought Mom something when I looked after her. Once, near the end, she half-unconsciously echoed, “Voilà” (I’m here, an expression which we used mutually during a whole lifetime). This employee’s remark brought tears to my eyes. I wept for a long time (after returning to the silent apartment).

Was Einstein wrong about relativity?

‘Affrilachian’ poets

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