Apr 12, 2008 | Fiction, Poetry |
I was run over by the truth one day. Ever since the accident I’ve walked this way So stick my legs in plaster Tell me lies about Vietnam. Heard the alarm clock screaming with pain, Couldn’t find myself so I went back to sleep again So fill my ears with...
Apr 8, 2008 | Essays, Non-Fiction |
Political language – and with variations this is true of all political parties, from Conservatives to Anarchists – is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.