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  • THE HANDWRITTEN PROJECT Would you like to receive a handwritten card from Cha? Tell us a poem published in the journal that you like (from any of the issues) and we will write out some of its lines on a…

  • [click image to enlarge] due out in December 2012. – Cha: An Asian Literary Journal is now calling for submissions for its Fifth Anniversary Issue (Issue # 19). Please send in (preferably Asian-themed) poetry, fiction, creative non-fiction, reviews, photography & art for consideration.…

  • This is the first version of “Remembering Li, a Tienanmen Activist”, published in Radius. WHOSE TIME IS NEXT? by Tammy Ho(Remembering Li Wangyang, a labour activist.) He is gone.His manner of deathdoes not add up. Who in this nationowns the time?Who has…

  • In The Selfish Gene, Richard Dawkins answers: A stable thing is a collection of atoms that is permanent enough or common enough to deserve a name. It may be a unique collection of atoms, such as the Matterhorn, that lasts…

  • originally posted here. Pillow Books [1] Things that quicken the heart/give you goose bumps—A Saturday morning latte, sprinkled with nutmeg. A cup of warm red wine infused with cinnamon. The wails of the neighbour’s cat—more human than feline. The alarm…

  • [click the image to enlarge] Description: This contest is run by Cha: An Asian Literary Journal. It is for unpublished flash stories in English language on the theme of “Misinterpretation”.  Rules: -Each writer can submit up to two pieces (no…

  • By Tammy Ho and Jeff Zroback “Not To Be Reproduced (Portrait of Edward James)” (1937/) by Rene Magritte  I will do as you ask even though I know that as the Turkish barber is shaving my sideburns with a razor, it…

  • Frederic Gable – According to Margaret Drabble in a Guardian article, the last stanza of Lord Byron‘s “Love and Death” contains ‘the greatest split infinitive in literature’. Byron wrote the poem in 1824, shortly before he died. The poem was…

  • In her Victorian Glassworlds: Glass Culture and The Imagination 1830-1880, Isobel Armstrong has this wonderful reflection on ‘black’ and ‘white’: White paper in full moonlight is darker than black satin in daylight, or a dark object with the sun shining…

  • In The Anatomy of Influence (2011), Harold Bloom reminisces about W.H. Auden: I treasure ruefully some memories of W.H. Auden that go back to the middle 1960s, when he arrived in New Haevn to give a reading of his poems at Ezra…

  • From Harold Bloom’s The Anatomy of Influence (2011), p. 249: “Naming” (as in Theodor Adorno and Walter Benjamin) is closer to the real concerns of literature. I am moved here by my own splendid name of “Bloom,” particularly since my personal…

  • Thank you to all who submitted work to Cha‘s “Encountering” Poetry contest. Out of 400 highly accomplished submissions, judges Arthur Leung and Tammy Ho have selected the following seven poems as the finalists. Although we had originally intended only to…

  • – – “I make notes on stray bits of paper which I then forget in the most unlikely places, in books, under ornaments and in my pockets and on the back of advertisements.” -James Joyce, in a letter to Claud…

  • Christmas decoration from Joan in 2009. What is your favourite ‘snowflakes’ moment in literature? Tell me. Mine is: London. Michaelmas term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the…

  • – In “Wondering what to give up for New Year? A few suggestions”, Charlie Brooker answers: A cupcake is just a muffin with clown puke topping. And once you’ve got through the clown puke there’s nothing but a fistful of…

  • Originally posted on March 14, 2009 1. If you wait long enough outside the Norman Castle, you’ll witness a long drowsy cloud snailing pass, transforming a white window into blue. 2. Look at us closely, we are all faceless readers, engulfed in books. Location: The…

  • –– “Winnipeg has 10 times the sleepwalking rate of any other city; city dwellers carry the keys to their previous addresses and those of past lovers so that when they wander to their old dreamy addresses, they can let themselves…

  • Originally posted on November 26, 2009. He that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind: and the fool shall be servant to the wise of heart. — Proverbs 11:29 A play at the Old Vic — is there a…

  • from Bernard Porter’s LRB article on  Julia Lovell’s The Opium War: Drugs, Dreams and the Making of China: When it came to explaining their humiliations, the Chinese tended not to blame the invaders so much as themselves, or their Manchu…

  • [Click the above image to enlarge] UPDATE: 20 long-listed poems were announced on 4 February 2012. [Link] UPDATE: 12 short-listed poems were announced on 10 February 2012. [Link] UPDATE: 7 finalists were announced on 15 February 2012. [Link] Description: This…

  • – We are currently looking for prose (fiction and creative non-fiction) guest editors for 2012 and 2013 to read the submissions with us.– The guest editor position is open to all past and current contributors regardless of genres. We usually read around…

  • – Jerusalem, the Olivier- and Tony-award winning play written and directed by Jez Butterworth and Ian Rickson respectively, was arguably the best play I have seen in London: wickedly funny, timely and featuring a great performance by Mark Rylance as Johnny ‘Rooster’ Byron,…

  • 0 The quotes below are from Benjamin Markovits’s Childish Loves (2011). Some are from the ‘contemporary’ section and some from the 18thC and 19thC pastiche. Can you tell? (In my day maybe half the English department, and a quarter of the history…

  • – “Museum for Disappearing Buildings” as a storage vault for discarded architecture. The drawings describe a funereal chapel, where miniatures of “[e]ach disappearing building, even the most unprepossessing” are exhibited (Brodsky and Utkin 1984: n.p.). This project seems to call for a memorial for…

  •  Rene Magritte’s “The False Mirror” William Henry Davies in his poem “Leisure” answers: Leisureby W.H. Davies WHAT is this life if, full of careWe have no time to stand and stare.No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long…