Robert Wood is interested in time, the classics, and revolution. He is the author of the books History & the Poet, and, Suburbanism. See more at: www.robertdwood.net
I have a Tibetan friend who trained as a monk in his home country before escaping over the Himalayas as a political prisoner. He walked for days over... Read more →
In the transit lounge of an unnameable airport, I see the fake leaves blowing in the air-conditioned breeze. I am happy to be traveling but right... Read more →
In an old colonial building, wracked with moss and mould, there is an installation in between two rooms that are galleries for the duration of the... Read more →
It is axiomatic, if clichéd, that to be an adolescent is to be rebellious, is to ‘fight the powers that be’. We felt ourselves, deep in the... Read more →
On my uncle’s desk in his apartment in Berlin there is a rusty rail nail from a sleeper collected from the desert near Cook on the Nullarbor in... Read more →
I first encountered the Greeks like everyone else. This was not as a text that was written, a book that I sat down and read without any idea of what... Read more →
It was dark. It always was dark, in the Americas, in Oceania, in Africa, in Asia, even in Europe with its darkest of dark ages. How might we know... Read more →
A poet needs to have some sort of constraint – many constrain their voice aiming for consistency; others constrain their themes, grouping... Read more →
I was a historian before I was a poet. Or to put it better, I was trained as a historian even as I was a waiter, a teaching assistant, a union... Read more →
The first book I ever wrote I put in a drawer and forgot about it. I did the same with the second, third and fourth. I self-published the fifth... Read more →
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