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Simon Taylor

Simon Taylor

https://orcid.org/0009-0008-6687-4647

Re: crisis in crisis in

All real crisis is deferred by a permanent state of emergency, a million tiny insecurities and instabilities that send us flying to our nearest seat of power, unaware that the very “return to normal” we beg for is only the reproduction of the crisis, its more astute management. Our constant

who killed my father

I picked up today Édouard Louis’s book with this title. I added a question mark. Then removed it. Because without a question mark it is a statement. I couldn’t see it at first. It doesn’t ask who killed my father. Rather it states who did it. I

juan gelman 2 poems \\// a small piece of Animal Joy by Nuar Alsadir

Hay que hundir las palabras en la realidad hasta hacerlas delirar como ella. You have to bury the words in reality, make them hallucinate the way reality does. - José Galván epigraph to Relations, poems 1971-1973, Buenos Aires, by Juan Gelman, translated by Joan Lindgren CONFIDENCES he sits down at

save Auckland City from austerity–because austerity is more harmful than borrowing

Auckland Council is facing some significant financial challenges, requiring some tough choices. We [It, the council] need[s] to overcome a forecast budget shortfall that has grown to $295 million for the 2023/2024 financial year. — from the Budget Summary [here] [for the truth of this, see below, A Better

The Singularity and the Pornography of the Human Condition

Vernor Vinge, 30 years ago, wrote, The Coming Technological Singularity: How to Survive in the Post-Human Era I'm reading it now. the world acts as its own simulator in the case of natural selection For Vinge, human intelligence acts as its own simulator, displacing that of the world

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Gramsci’s famous motto, “pessimism of the intellect, optimism of the will,” was taken from Romain Rolland who had taken it from Jacob Burckhardt’s description of the Greeks –which Nietzsche read to his friends at Sorrento in 1876. as perhaps a note on this post

speculatively, to see what would happen.

the title of this post is from John Ash’s poem, “Second Prose for Roy Fisher,” page 54 in the volume, The Branching Stairs, published by Carcanet, Manchester, UK, although, England, might be more appropriate, in 1984, and refers to a “missile thrown without anger: speculatively, to see what would