Fraser Gehrig after a dirty bump

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Sam Morley

Sam Morley’s work has been published in various journals and has been shortlisted in the Montreal International Poetry Prize. He is the 2022 recipient...

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The Orcanauts

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IntroductionMore than fifty years after Larkin lamented the emotional inadequacy of generations past, we’ve equipped ourselves with an extensive vocabulary with which to characterise, analyse and diagnose our relationships with ourselves, with others, and with the places, objects and ideas that shape our sense of who we are and who we wish to become. Yet still we face the same old set of conundrums: from parasocial connections and fractious family politics to the solace we seek in non-human entities, our myriad attachments continue to offer us comfort and complication in equal measure.