2013 – Welcome back at the inauguration of our News-stand: And don’t be put off by that hairy one growling at you in the shadows by the entrance. Come on in and have a good look around.
Is this “A Coming of Age”? Well, we have initiated a Triple Entry System to help us all find our way about:
1. The Topicalities – you can follow these through the Tag Cloud – describe the passagen-werk of our writer’s kiosk across a number of fluid continental locations
2. The Writing Style – this is one kind of Category – which is distinguished by IN… ON… OUT… & OVER… prepositions (ie shown in capitals)
3. The Collections of Bundles – this is our other kind of Category – which are the heaps of posts classified by their titles (ie x8 in all currently + x1 which is “Atelier” = unknown)
In principle, the new system can be applied to everything. So for instance the “writer’s kiosk” is 1.) a news-stand, 2.) a frontier post, and 3.) a wisecrack location.
And so on… In this “Coming of Age” we don’t have any preferences for one meaning more than another: the Triple Entry System is as much a Partita Triple (in tre serie di conti or resoconti (reenactments)) or Dreifactbuchfuhrung, as a Tertius Furcus or 3-way, T (and cul-de-sac), and Y Junction, and/or equally a fork in the road (3-way rather than fourway carrefour / quadrifurcus / crossroad), and crossing point between worlds, valico di frontiera , Nexus Externa, Altweganstatzpunkt (aka Walter Benjamin), or Thirsa.
In this age of ours, which is one of changeability, uncertainty and austerity with the extremes of inequality and misery – much the same the same inopia which Leo XIII first described in 1890… and preached to America – only more so, we champion the Partita Triple as the successor to the previous double-entry method, that cornerstone of capitalism invented by the merchants of Florence and Genoa 800 years or so ago, and brought to perfect being by Fra Luca Pacidi (1447-1517), the franciscan monk and collaborator with Leonardo da Vinci.
Under this new method we are searching for crumbs – “the gleanings” as we learned to call them last summer in Glasgow – those fragmentary elements in broken time and the relative dimensions of space.