Tag: beginnings.
-
Merely Pilfered.
I am apping when I’m not napping. and what is a blog if not a medium escaping daily tedium … and now you know why I stick to pilfering my poetry. For the next few months (or however long the fancy takes me) pilfered poetry is migrating. In an effort to recover bogey’s intimacy, I…
-
we apologise for the inconvenience.
In one week, a fantastic essay will be published. In two, I turn 25. For all my abundant solipsism, I’ve never written a birthday post to myself. I don’t intend to start. If you wish to celebrate that I… arrived, buy a copy of December’s Caravan*. It hosts epic dithering on epic fantasy by this din. In print,…
-
Of Nativity
I, too, am a native. Saying this aloud, a mere whisper lost to the the deep night, is terrifying. The quick phrase feels like the slow stripping of all agency, a rape of my right to speak of the world and its concerns, forced to leave them to ‘better men’. To be native is to…
-
Pitching SpaceTime
A pitch for the combined reading of Ranajit Guha, History at the Limit of World-History and Mahmood Mamdani, Citizen and Subject. In two interlocking review-essays. was roundly rejected. for it featured most alarming graphs. Limits, in math, are a clever, offside approach to concrete integers. If you apply them to functions, they can illuminate indeterminate…
-
Library Daze.
Every so often, I ricochet between books. When I am not mired in this dismal chaos, I romanticise it to anyone who will listen as the best part of this crazy writing life and what not. Utter rot. My library wanders between zoo and carnival. There are always some islands. Last night, one was John Gray.…