Thirty years ago, the Berlin Wall came down. Any art fan should celebrate that. Not just because it represented a profound triumph for free expression against the forces of authoritarianism and censorship, but because the thing was a bloody eyesore. The grey concrete was awful enough, but then the Berliners went and covered it in sodding graffiti.
It’s easy to be intimidated by poetry. Often it withholds as much as it gives, leaves obscure as much as it reveals. So why read poetry?
A decade of unknown change is worth protesting more than a two day visit
The UK’s approach to sex education is dated and dangerous
Rewatching the sitcom in 2018 makes me feel uncomfortable
They aren’t feminist heroes, but they’re brilliant business women
A local tragedy reveals social media's role in the persisting power of small town communities
Nathan writes about choosing the Christian faith
Richard Birch and Daniel Curtis dissect The Stone Roses’ return
A contributor explains what it is like to be a Muslim in Oxford.
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