The hope of none

In reading Austerlitz last night, I stumbled on the passage in which the relayed memories of Austerlitz tell of his ambling into the strangely desolate town in which lie the ruins from which he has averted his attention for four decades. Here he finds the reason for his long avoidance of his personal and national... Continue Reading →


Repeat great words repeat them stubbornly

The poem that I have been memorising, learning, getting by heart tonight is Zbigniew Herbert's "The envoy of Mr. Cogito." Herbert is one of several East European writers who I have long admired, and whose example in speaking in dissidence from the comforts of power still provides me sustenance. I believe, as Havel wrote in... Continue Reading →

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