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my mother and my father are far away and huddled together against the weather they look hopefully out to the sea as if one of us is coming to pick them up and the odd thing is that they show no resentment at the lateness in their faces as they

Narratives of crisis emplot events to create a meaningful sequence. The way they construct this sequence is prior to and entails the choice of explanatory mechanisms and the fingering of guilty parties. To speak about “post-truth,” declining trust in science, and/or the “death of expertise” is to sketch the

I think of the demands of people they fill my dreams and I cannot satisfy them. Perhaps they can’t be satisfied. Yet, woken by birds and the light of day that is always sudden, I still hear talking. Being polite’s been overtaken by the demands of sociability. That’

a pot sits on the stove the accused sits there in the pot no recording devices are permitted in the changing rooms the information at my fingertips cases differ the facts stay the same my blood is cold anyway I can’t wait to enter the house to prepare the

a small colourful bundle arrived yesterday We must trade offline first inclination to propose it, in this form Must be kind “the mystery you would be I would unfold, pausing at the mystery Be careful “of unfolding, trembling fingers following soft bifurcations... We must move moments laid bare, a trail

…could have become a premise–that is, a proposition which produces its own logical conclusions–is striking, or rather strikingly different from seeing it, for example, as unrepresentable atrocity, as unassimilable, or barely admissable trauma in the way Judith Butler, citing Primo Levi, has so powerfully described… — Jacqueline Rose, The