An illiberal translation of Catullus XI Catullus 11 J____ and D_____, comrades of your dear Catullus,Every ready to support me,Whether I start fights with IndiansOr pick quarrels with polite Iranians, Or jealous Turks,Fight the sagacious Pakistanis Or romantic Syrians,Whether I refuse to pay the Egyptian for theSeven-headed hookah pipe,Or I argue with the Swiss,Insult the Germans, the … Continue reading 11. Shoot the Messenger
In 2017, I was offered my first big boy job. No, I don't mean one where I have to put on a suit and head into an office, ghastly affair. Nor do I mean that I have to manage a thousand employees and guide business strategy. Nor, in fact, one rewarding with that fabled security … Continue reading On Pantomime, Art, and Community
When I think of Surrealism, I think of an art movement confined to the period between the Two World Wars, l'entre-deux-guerres, as the French retrospectively and neatly call it. It is in such a mad period that this liberty of expression, this explosion of perspective, colour and form, this unbridled licence of art, can flourish, … Continue reading Victor Brauner: What happened to the Surrealists?
What Joyce Carol Oates and Toni Morrison have recently taught me about writing.
This week has been a possible death knell for large parts of the hospitality industry in France and the UK, as both governments lash out new 'measures' to prevent the increased spreading of COVID 19. When I head the news on Monday that BJ had announced the shutting of pubs at 10pm, I knew it … Continue reading The Folly Of Not Drinking in September 2020
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