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Mirrors & Myths.
This is the creature there has never been. They never knew it, and yet, nonetheless, they loved the way it moved, its limber neck, its very gaze, mild and serene. Not there, because they loved it, it behaved as though it were. They always left some space. And in that clear unpeopled space they saved…
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Field of Magnetic Impulses.
I would like to be Mercutio. Among his virtues, I admire above all his lightness, in a world full of brutality, his dreaming imagination- as the poet of Queen Mab- and at the same time his wisdom, as the voice of reason amid the fanatical hatreds of Capulets and Montagues. He sticks to the old…
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Playing Cassandra.
A Year in Reverse, Part II. (Part I was Deluded Democracy, about elections around the world.) The first of these.. snippets is a dismembered essay I wrote for popmatters back in February. That essay makes less sense every time I read it, and I’m hoping the remnants of it will fare better. Another essay that…
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Deluded Democracy
A Year in Reverse, Part One. Over the next week, I shall be putting up collections of things I wrote this year that haven’t made it to this blog yet. Pre-bogey readers, all ten of you, will remember I blogged for Himal SouthAsian earlier in 2010, and these were mostly written to that end. They…