Not *exactly* imbecile…

Capitalism and Donald Barthelme.

Ruined towers and broken bridges

 

It is almost embarrassing to say, but I am not sure that I have ever really loved Nabokov. Maybe the closest I came was with Pnin, but for the most part admiration is not love.

Still

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Fragments are the only forms I trust

I expect that in certain circles the above is as clichéd a thing to quote in relation to Barthelme as ‘Fail again. Fail better.’ is in relation to Beckett.

But what of it? There are times when even the most laboured of clichés can be profitably put back to work.

This fierce and unregenerate clay

This map of Scholes Village, South Yorkshire, was drawn by Kevin Rooney and appears in his book Rook Town.

 

What does it all mean?

Bookmark found in The Fall of Public Man, by Richard Sennett.

Happy Loyalty Day!

 

 

 

 

Leaflet printed on 100th Anniversary of first Chicago May Day Demonstration, by Coventry Trades Council, May 1986.

Eskimo Poem (for Nigel Barton)

He was out of place and
he knew it.

Photo lifted from here.

Fancy-free

 

Arghiri Emmanuel, Unequal exchange; A study of the imperialism of trade.

So Rotherham

On the way to the bus station this afternoon I bumped into the town mayor, and my MP.

On the bus home I read The Impact of Inequality: How to Make Sick Societies Better, by Richard Wilkinson.

I wish I had thought of something more trenchant to say to Mr MacShane than ‘Uh… well… good luck beating them… not that you need it here.’