Imaginationist Manifesto – Then and Now

Imaginationist Manifesto (2011) So fragile is the reality of life, that it is not real at all. Man is increasingly discontent with his destiny, for he makes himself more aware of it daily. A destiny he sees to be one of disquietude, disappointments and failures – and yet he does not know what his destiny…

Bullfighting and the Revolt Against Self-Enslavement

In the last few weeks I have been re-learning how to love one of my earliest and most faithful of loves: Spain. Whenever a lecturer mentions a glimmer of Spanish art I get carried away into a fantasy world – I feel like a sixteen-year-old again. And now I have the opportunity to make myself…

Art as a Revelation of Human Nature

What is the currency, the ultimate goal of the art historian when he looks back at the art of the past? Is it simply to explain art, to engage with beauty, to come to a definition of beauty? I don’t think art history as a discipline has one unifying aim, but rather it is split…

The Destruction of Art

I have just finished watching Mary Beard’s new series Forbidden Art and my mind whirls with new insights into the nature and power of art. It’s something I’ve been thinking a lot about over the last few days. Yesterday, as I read for my Zuloaga assignment over a beer at a dive bar, I thought…

Bull-Leaping Minoans

What was the first European civilisation? How do we know they were truly European? And ought we be proud of the legacy these forefathers unwittingly initiated?             These are the kinds of questions that sail round one’s mind when reading about the Minoan civilisation.             Despite the beauty of the ruins found in Crete, the…

Ballads From The Lockdown

Written by Cassandra in her lockdown in Lisbon       Barbed-Wire Teeth   Last night I dreamt I had barbed wire in my teeth. In the morning I travelled to Sintra To watch the sunrise bleed Over the castle and forest That have never known barbed wire.   It was beautifully lonely, Like a…

I Don’t Want to be a Millennial

  I’m not a vegan. I’m not a vegetarian. I don’t plan on being one. I’m not a political activist. I’m not an environmentalist. I don’t like Greta Thunberg. But I do think the environment is worth protecting. I don’t think we live in end times. I think there are only two genders and he/she/it…

3 Poems From the Bullring

Having just returned to Malta from a week in Sevilla, I still can’t get a particular feeling out of my mind.   A lot of things have impressed me about the city, the flower of Andalucia. A city celebrated by poets like Federico Garcia Lorca, Rafael Alberti and Juan Anton Jimenez; a city that nourished…

Poems That Make Grown Men Cry

The title is not my own. It is the title of a book every literature lover should own. Poems That Make Grown Make Cry is an anthology of poetry, edited by Anthony and Ben Holden, selected by renowned celebrities. People as diverse as Richard Dawkins, Stephen Fry, Jeremy Irons and Christopher Hitchens chose poems that…

The Four B’s of Budapest – IV – Buzz

Are cities defined by their people or are the people defined by their city? It’s a hard question to answer. Almost as hard as the nature vs. nurture question. It is most probably a mixture of the two. The city and its inhabitants are bound in an unbreakable dance that shapes and moulds each in…