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Beautiful Venice
GIANFRANCO BETTIN’s short story from the new Comma Press collection The Book of Venice reflects on a city at risk from environmental disaster, mass tourism and social cleansing
‘LA SERENNISIMA’: Venice in July
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MATTHEW HAWKINS explores the initiatives proposed by HEALING ARTS SCOTLAND
ALEX HALL welcomes an analysis of how modern capitalism is deeply intertwined with emotions, and their manipulation
MARTIN GRAHAM welcomes a statistical analysis of how much tax the super-rich pay, and foresees that the demand will flush out their agents
RICHARD WORTH relishes the fleeting moment and sense of flow of the late, great saxophonist
DENNIS BROE notes the thin, unfunny and apolitical quality of the gruel dished up by the US networks and studios for mass consumption
BARBARA BOSWELL remembers South African poet, storyteller, publisher, editor and activist Diana Ferrus (1953-2026)
I HAD worked for a few days on the beach, between Malamocco and Alberoni, on that thin strip of land that separates the Adriatic Sea from the lagoon.
A raging storm, which went on all night, had first eroded the beach and then covered it with residual sand, as well as all kinds of debris: a forest of timber, bushes, uprooted trees, dead branches, evergreens, together with a firmament of starfish and shells.
An extraordinary cleaning operation had been necessary. It consisted of manually collecting and piling up all this material which would then be removed with mechanical vehicles by a specialist contractor. I had earned a few hundred euros, struggling quite a bit in the cold autumn wind.
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