Thursday, 24 November 2005
Tuesday, 22 November 2005
[People] believe what they read more than what they see. . . . Only 3% of reported crime involves sex and violence, yet it accounts for 45% of crime in the press, so how can mere statistics win?(Polly Toynbee, “It is New Labour, as much as the public, that lacks trust”, The Guardian, 22nd November 2005.)
Ein gesunder Mann sucht einen Arzt, der ihm das Rückenmark durchtrennt, . . . [um] ‘[seine] innere Identität als Mensch mit einer Querschnittlähmung zu realisieren und somit psychische Heilung zu erlangen.’(A healthy man seeks a doctor who will cut through his spinal cord . . . [in order] ‘to realise [his] inner identity as a human with paraplegia and thus to achieve mental healing.’)(Alexander Kissler, “Mein Haus, mein Auto, meine Schwerstbehinderung”, Süddeutsche Zeitung, 22nd November 2005.)
Monday, 21 November 2005
Wednesday, 16 November 2005
Tuesday, 15 November 2005
Monday, 14 November 2005
Summer thoughts of icicles imprintvoices on the fibers of young skin.License to use syllables is paintedtopaz maybe maybe yarn perhaps gold.She rinsed her mail in salt waterprotectively left leaves to dry.Night defined by memory elapsesinto solo heat that self erases.He moved where nobody would recognizehis penmanship and started signing checks.Weeds in the new yard grew fresh and tall.He, loving extension of his beard.(Sheila E. Murphy, “Loving Extension Of” Lynx, XI:2, June, 1996.)
And after noon the well-dressed creatures comeTo sniff among the deadAnd have their lunchAnd all the many well-dressed creatures pluckThe swollen avocados from the dustAnd stir the minestrone with stray bonesAnd after lunchThey loll and lounge aboutDecanting claret in convenient skulls
(Harold Pinter, “After Lunch”, online at HaroldPinter.org.)
Thursday, 10 November 2005
Wednesday, 9 November 2005
Last year Brockes interviewed the black British poet, Benjamin Zephaniah after he refused an OBE. Towards the end of the piece, Brockes asked Zephaniah about what he was reading:
“I ask him what he is reading at the moment. ‘Chomsky’, he says. ‘I am always reading Chomsky.’
“I tell him I find Chomsky hard work. ‘Really?’ he says. ‘Really? That’s cos you ain’t got a Birmingham accent.’ And he throws back his head and brays like a donkey.”
This is a good illustration of a characteristic of many of these showcase interviews, where the interviewer sneaks in a kidney punch after the interview is over, when she’s safely back in the office. So the readers are left to warm their hands over the rancid and somehow racist snap of “brays like a donkey”.
Alexander Cockburn, “Storm Over Brockes’ Fakery”, CounterPunch, 5th/6th November 2005.
Tuesday, 8 November 2005
Monday, 7 November 2005
Wednesday, 2 November 2005
Sir: Thirty years ago the world population stood at 3 billion. Today the poor benighted planet accommodates 6.47 billion people - and all of us exhaling CO2 (not to mention hot air).
Leaving aside questions of the amount of CO2 produced in the course of manufacturing and selling the vast numbers of ridiculous products which we are told are now essential to our lives, what is the carbon emissions impact of 6.47 billion people merely breathing in and out, and what (if anything) can or should we do about that?LEANDRA BRIGGS
BRIGHTWELL-CUM-SOTWELL, OXFORDSHIRE(Leandra Briggs, “Letters”, The Independent, 2nd November 2005.)