23/08/2025
The Punch Magazine was founded out of an old belief that words matter because they shape space and not merely fill it. In a culture where the scroll has replaced the page and novelty has eclipsed memory, we hold on to the conviction that arts, literature and culture, like history, asks to be dwelt in, not skimmed across. If the present insists on acceleration, we answer with stillness.
We are not interested in echoing noise. Our concern is with what resists it: the essay that takes its time to unpick inherited truths, the story that ends without resolution because life itself rarely provides one, the poem that strains against language until silence speaks. As Theodore Adorno once argued, art is the “negative” that resists the world’s smooth affirmations; we trust that refusal more than any formula.
This is why we read and publish against convenience. It is also why our pages look both backwards and forwards: to the modernists who believed form itself could be an argument, to the realists who chronicled the ordinary as if it were history, to thinkers and critics who understood that interpretation is not an afterthought but an act of creation. We inherit from them a spirit: restless, exacting, open to doubt.