It’s a dramatic experience supporting Jeremy Corbyn. One day you’re a Stalinist thug, the next a near-fascist misogynist, the next a naive idealist, then you’re backing an ineffectual old man, or a sinister dictator, or a street fighting gangster – every day is a lucky dip of contradictory images. Sure, […]
Yearly Archives: 2016
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I’m not sure that there’s much point in trying to write about the political landscape around the Labour Party at the moment. Sure, by the time I reach the end of this sentence Angela Eagle could have been found jamming an ice pick into Jeremy Corbyn while Hillary Benn launches […]
A bit of beauty in these harsh times. Highly recommend everything Julia Kotowski (EftBD) has ever done, all beautiful, all worth hearing. All free too, so even better.
What monsters are we? What monsters to stare at the barbed and crushing cruel and devouring dead and decayed reflections of our own comfort and cry disgust setting thick lines and stark colours as clear divides between ourselves and what we say should never be but is, eternally and always […]
Close your eyes to hate, pretend that in that blindness there lies a beauty silent, simple and clean Ignore the echoes of anger manifest as abhorrent intrusions on your serene and solitary preserve Speak only to condemn to deny all sins as sorry reflections of depraved souls and closed hearts […]
Dredge dig exploit for beauty’s sake with a retelling that turns passion into parable person into picture and place into history frayed and digestible crisp and gone in deep inhalations by jealous consumers eager to live but terrified of living save by dredging digging and exploiting Like my work? Check […]
No message no fact no state no service no us no we no me so what? An act an instant an indulgence but no sins wiped no soul to save no hell to fear no heaven to find no hate to hide no love for longing so what? A movement […]
Well, it’s done. The Chilcot Report is out there and, as of yet, no one’s actually read it properly because it’s stupidly long and, no doubt, as dense as the screaming chaos of the voices in Tony Blair’s head. Early signs suggest that it’s fairly damning, if not personally indicting […]
I spent a few hours at the Tate Modern the other day. My knowledge of art is, at best, completely non-existent. I know what I like and, in general, I’m willing to give the rest the benefit of the doubt, assuming it’s got some sense of purpose or emotion behind […]