Waterlog
I wanted to follow the rain on its meanderings about our land to rejoin the sea, to break out of the frustration of a lifetime doing lengths, of endlessly turning back on myself like a tiger pacing its cage. I began to dream of secret swimming holes and a journey of...
Homesick for Another World
A full short story by Ottessa Moshfegh called Nothing Ever Happens Here
Landmarks
I am wary of the dangers of fetishizing dialect and archaism – all that mollocking and sukebinding Stella Gibbons spoofed so brilliantly in Cold Comfort Farm (1932). Wary, too, of being seen to advocate a tyranny of the nominal – a taxonomic need to point and name,...
Beat Poetry
This was very nearly called Sententious Platitudes in tribute to this Bertrand Russell wisdom that's even more true now, than when he wrote it in 1943... Instead this has nothing to do with the pictured 'Beats' (Kerouac and Burroughs) but is #beats music and...
An Outline Of Intellectual Rubbish
Politics is largely governed by sententious platitudes which are devoid of truth. One of the most widespread popular maxims is, "human nature cannot be changed." No one can say whether this is true or not without first defining "human nature." But as used it is...