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The Jumbled Silence

October 22, 2008


“It is what I can see makes me inarticulate.” Advertisements

Relocating the Argument

September 18, 2007


It is no good where we are.  Not at all.   The argument needs relocating.  Just a few blades of grass survive, if that.  Sticking out of the cracks between the broken paving. 

dreams in plastic bags

July 6, 2007


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Stone upon Stone

July 3, 2007


The significant buildings of a city, its churches, its cathedrals, these work as the icons of place, they make a particular place recognisable, in this sense they create its soul.  Here are the landmarks of the world, in this way, constructed from beautiful local stone; that tend to be beautiful in themselves.  But there is a further consideration to […]

Happy Days

June 22, 2007


Saw Beckett’s Happy Days.  Unending daylight.  The apocalypse.  A fossilized narrative sense. The ‘story’ has stopped.  Or almost stopped.  Nothing happens.  Or: almost nothing happens.  Only a toothbrush and a handbag occur as events along with Willie’s reading a ‘stopped’ newspaper, his body crawling over the rubble.

Reason’s Idiots

June 20, 2007


Foolishness can be rational too.

Tin China

June 19, 2007


Kafka’s story: the innocent seeming phrases always yielding to contradiction; endlessly, dismayingly; the material beyond the scope of reason. For example, the beginning of the Great Wall of China; something like: “The Great Wall of China was completed …” (ah so, it was finished!) “…in its North Eastern Section.” (Ah, so it wasn’t finished.) One […]