Non Ignorarmi! Non ignorarmi! È possibile che tu mi abbia in televisione: Una macchia sullo schermo. Credi che potresti ignorarmi; Ora vuoi uccidermi. Avete finto di inventarci alla festa – Ma dovevamo capire che venivamo come servi. Avete promesso democrazia e [...]
The Puzzle of Depth and the Fact of Slavery
Write a Message on the Wall
It might take me a while to find the words; the heat saps my will. At first the mid-thirties heat here was enjoyable, was welcome: it was wonderful just to feel actually hot. But now in the third week of these temperatures, I find myself envying the temperature in Totnes: twenty would be quite warm [...]
Futurism I
A questioning puzzlement as to the future has appeared on the horizon. The sea is calm at the moment and I have to remind myself that this is not the only state that the sea loves to express. Surely it is ecstatic when the Atlantic winds can hurl it at the coastline, moving beaches, tossing [...]
Viewed from Below
Remember Harry Krachtnikov? The weight of the man: slow paced, with a huge head and long thick strands of hair the colour of straw bursting out over his forehead and above and below his mouth. Trixie and Harry walked arm in arm. Neither of them believed in fidelity, and the pavement might have been Italy. [...]
Speaking my mind
Speaking my mind, living my mind; mind being vast empty tracts, more extensive than the universe of potential that waits without waiting for me to speak, indeed to live. The angel descended and stood quietly, not exactly ignoring me, but on the other hand not making further advance towards me. What do you want of [...]
Torn Memories
I like the line: ‘An unusually hot summer stripped the memories from our bodies’ that you quote from Michael Kruger. I like ‘unusually’ and ‘stripped’ and ‘our’; it’s those words from which we can glimpse their story. There was something different about that summer, something uncanny that took us into a new situation. Memories are [...]
Does death have a future?
Well that brought you to a stop didn’t it! There’s nothing like a slash across the belly To bring you to your knees! ‘A few years before the October Revolution, one of the most distinguished authors of bio political Utopianism in the early Soviet Union, the poet Alexander Svyatogor (1899-after 1937), had founded a group [...]