Welcome to Eureka Street
Looking for thought provoking articles?Subscribe to Eureka Street and join the conversation.
Passwords must be at least 8 characters, contain upper and lower case letters, and a numeric value.
Eureka Street uses the Stripe payment gateway to process payments. The terms and conditions upon which Stripe processes payments and their privacy policy are available here.
Please note: The 40-day free-trial subscription is a limited time offer and expires 31/3/24. Subscribers will have 40 days of free access to Eureka Street content from the date they subscribe. You can cancel your subscription within that 40-day period without charge. After the 40-day free trial subscription period is over, you will be debited the $90 annual subscription amount. Our terms and conditions of membership still apply.
Here's the mint still on my hands. A wreath, so Pliny thought was 'good for students, to exhilarate their minds'. Late in the course, I’ll settle for a sprig or two.
They change the sky but not their soul who run .. across the sea: the impartial earth .. gapes for the child of a pauper as for a princeling ... (For Peter Porter)
Feed and clothe this Australian poet and lodge him in a library attached to a music venue, and remarkable things would happen. He made of London a country of the mind, its vices, virtues, constant features and mutability there to be inspected and eventually portrayed.
W. G. Sebald wrote as somebody evolving a new sensory capacity or a new vein of intellectual attention. The Emergence of Memory offers five interviews with him and four essays about him, which show that while he considered life to be 'a grave affair', he also knew sources of joy.
Did Colman's mouse, nibbling his ear, provoke him.. indeed to worship?
A poem recollecting visits to the Jesuit-run Belvedere College, in the north of Dublin, where James Joyce had most of his secondary schooling.
Peter Steele reviews Terry Eagleton’s Sweet Violence: the Idea of the Tragic.
Peter Steele looks at poetry about the birds and beasts.
Art speaks, but we sometimes need translation
Peter Steele unlocks the hidden treasures of fine food.
Poem by Peter Steele - for Margaret Manion
Peter Porter is one contemporary poet who breathes new life into existing works of art by letting them speak in the language of poetry
1-12 out of 13 results.