“It’s not the fault of the wood if it wakes up as a violin.” Arthur Rimbaud If it wakes up instead as a guitar, it might be the fault of Jacob Horack. I met with Jacob on a December afternoon shortly before the winter break. We sat down in the library amid the busyness of
Dogs and Cats of Bard Berlin
Walking down Pankow parks at dawn, you’ll see cats, dogs and squirrels playing and running and walking. Some of the dogs and cats you’ll see, also walk, run and play around the green grass next to W15 and K24 and T25; the student residence halls. They belong to some members of the BCB community. They
All Roads Lead Here: On a Conversation with Sinem Kilic about Philosophy in Daily Life
When I was sixteen, I made the choice to leave my school, my friends, my home and family, to live and study across the ocean at a boarding school. Though I loved my experience abroad, many times throughout I wondered whether I was doing the right thing, whether I would have enjoyed myself better if
At the Touch of Love, Everyone Becomes a Poet: A Look Back at the Love Core
Forms of Love, the first year spring semester core course, asks students to explore that exceptional and ordinary thing: love. How is love different between cultures, across the ages, for a friend, a mother, a lover, or God? This year’s Love Core looks primarily at the ideas of love, foundational to European societies, which derived
Ivory Saints
Yea, I hated all my labor which I had taken under the sun, for I should leave it unto the man that shall be after me – Ecclesiastes 2:18 On the morning of All Saints Day, Brother Matej rose, as was his custom, an hour or so before sunrise in a small cell of that
The Sinkhole
I felt the chilly wind as I stepped out of the taxi. The hotel my boss booked for me was in the northern district of the city. I stood next to the car gazing at the dark red building while the driver took my suitcase out of the trunk. The building was wide rather than
The Cactus Man
He was a cactus. His skin was too thin for the real world; he had begun to grow spikes. He could feel the needles forming—first subconsciously, then on the outer lining of his forearms, up his spine, and on the nape of his neck. They had expanded down his legs, these new additions making him
Watch, Listen, Learn
Prologue The World had seen the days that we fear. The time that is coming to seek us. The days that we are striving towards. Generations upon generations passed. Humanity changed. They had watched from their last safe space, seeing everything their ancestors and their entire race had built crash down, and become recaptured by