Wolf Crossing

Wolf Crossing. Three months of editorial exploring landscape and language, nationalism and identity, travel and translation, gender, bodies, myth and more.

Over the next few months, we will be publishing a packed programme of editorial across The Learned Pig: essays and art, photography and poetry, fiction, non-fiction, music, interviews and illustrations. There are crossings from Britain to Spain, and from Spain to America. Questions of quotation, translation, or immigration are never far away. The paintings of Phill Hopkins engage directly with the economics and politics of crossings. So does the travel writing of Ellie Broughton, penned in the aftermath of Brexit. But the politics of most contributions are for the most part indirect or unspoken. Perhaps the wording of the open call suggested other, more fertile directions; perhaps it reflects the fact that, while much contemporary nature writing concerns itself with the entanglement between the natural and the human, for many, nature still remains a place to escape to.

Wolf Yollez

Wolf yollez

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  ‘We’re not far from wolves.’ – Deleuze and Guattari, ‘1914: One or Several Wolves?’   Human-canine relationships are some of the most conceptually…

CC O Hanlon wolf

A Wolf, Crossing

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When night falls in the Charente, the inhabitants of its rural villages retreat to their homes. They lock their doors and pull iron-hinged timber…

Norman Ackroyd

Charmed

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  She calls him from a thousand miles distance – sends forth an invisible cord from her edge of cliff to his edge of…

Wolf

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  Snow covered the town, and murmurs. Unease, downcast eyes, a rumour you were back in the holding where the song thrush is mute,…

Hamrammr

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  Úlfhéðnar in my wolf-skin, I am smuggled beneath this fearsome hide. Sneaksome, bristlepad varúlfur, I must stay concealed, keep my woman-ness below the…