Stories are Chemical April 9, 2012: I was thinking of Lavinia Greenlaw's London, that she described so eloquently in her last post:  "I have spent most of my life between Keats and Rimbaud. Keats and Fanny Brawne met next to the library I used as a child. Rimbaud slapped Verlaine with a fish near the pool where I learnt to swim."  Like a child, I contrasted this description of [...] by Bhanu Kapil