On my way to work I walk past a primary school. Most days there is a group of women, often the same ones, standing talking outside the gate. Sometimes, one or two lollypop ladies are there too. On Tuesday last week, when I walked past, they where standing around the gate as usual, with a […]
Silence in a stadium of 1000s. A musically poor and lyrically devisive song. Billy Joel. Misty eyed player, children standing to attention, other hands on hearts. Cut to Iraq, soldiers in desert cam standing to attention. A cheer. A woman, a player? Signing for the deaf. Fighter pilot, on a big screen, trained to kill […]
Interchangable celebrity, consumer choice, we gun people down in Afganistan. It takes 100 men to dig a man from under the snow. We gun people down in Afganistan. On demand TV, and War Games, we run call centers in India. Black Gold and Asylum. Slavery is not skin deep. We dangle men from ropes in […]
Some days are harder than others, they can arrive on their own, or sometimes in clumps. Sometimes the cause is obvious, but other times it’s something that hasn’t changed for a long time, or something vauge that won’t quite come into focus. At the edges durring the fight not to go in, or to get […]
Death is an essential part of the process that created me. It is the mechanism which has created space for me to live in. Where my ancestors no longer are. The food I eat is more often that not dead (or soon will be), and the fuel I use often dead and fossilised wood or […]
I’m worried about how not being able to see the stars is affecting me. I’ve never lived anywhere that the stars were really visible. But I remember being able to see alot more of them when I was younger and further north. In London I can see hardly any, and even the ones I can […]
A while ago I attended a lecture on nationalism as the dominant ideology. I’ve also been reading a book which makes a similar contention called Banal Nationalism by Michael Billig. It is like a bubble which surrounds the set of ideas we know how to talk about. A set of base reference points which we […]
Its not clear to me, what being me actually is. I’m not sure its always been that way. I think that in the past I might have know, or had the illusion of knowing. There are certain asumptions, or my perception and interpretation of cultural norms that I have begun to doubt. It started in […]
Sometimes, I’m filled with an overwhelming sense of not being me. I’m not sure when it first happened, although I’m confident that it wasn’t very long ago. I’ve been interested for a while in the nature of objects, particularly what it means to be a train. I think it started when trains began to look […]