Writing is a form of escape. Gather as much material as you can (scraps of facts, political tracts, etc.), tie the words into a length of knotty matter, lower it (out of your ocular windows), shinny on down, flee to a fleeting feeling of discarnate freedom. The mantra of freedom monotonously resounds throughout history. It…… Continue reading Egress


My amygdala (or amagdala, as I like to call it) is being hijacked by the trauma of what is happening in the world. I feel utterly dingo. Like I suddenly woke up in post-reality, where I am being held in a mental institution having been deemed a degenerate by the authorities. Where I play bingo…… Continue reading DINGO

Booms, Bungs and Bonobos

At five metres tall, Headbutt (Coup de tête) assumes the colossal scale usually reserved for Soviet monuments, Greek gods and dictators. The bronze sculpture depicts the moment, witnessed by hundreds of millions of incredulous spectators, Zinedine Zidane headbutted Marco Materazzi in the chest during the 2006 World Cup final. Adel Abdessemed’s sculpture was described as…… Continue reading Booms, Bungs and Bonobos


My father was a man, my mother was a woman. My dog was “a domesticated carnivorous mammal” with “a long snout, an acute sense of smell, non-retractile claws, and a barking, howling, or whining voice”. My house was “a building for human habitation”; it had walls, floors, doors, windows, a roof. Visitors said it was…… Continue reading Obituary


The 100-step quest to say nothing continues, in the form of a paragraph, which charts the dramatic twists and turns of ostensibly saying something, which leads, perforce, to a position, since it will be perceived as such, inevitably inviting opposition, some of which will assume a loftier position, such as “his prose, while impressive, suffers…… Continue reading Paragraph