Reflections on 2017
The year is drawing to a close, and while it is yet weeks from New Year,…
On revenge
“All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event – in the…
Conrad’s darkness
“I have never been able to find in any man’s book or any man’s talk anything…
Dr Cogito brings his mind to heel
Here is another in my series of Dr Cogito poems Dr Cogito brings his mind to…
Poem: Nouriel’s Shoes
The following poem is from my Burning Archive collection. It had its origins in a strategic…
The infinite conversation and survival
I have written before in the Burning Archive of the metaphor for writing, and its eternal…
Mr Dylan’s bad language
I like to check out the winners of the Nobel Prize for Literature. The world of…
Waste books and epigrams
“The excuses we make to ourselves when we want to do something are excellent material for…
Sponges, metamorphoses and psyche
After a morning during which I searched my ravaged memory for the concealed door to my…
Sebald’s sentences
I have spent the afternoon, as if in retreat from a world that does not welcome…