Bonfire of the Vanities 2.0

On the Horrors of Cancel Culture, Past, Present and Future “Terror is nothing else than justice, prompt, severe, inflexible.”             Maximilien de Robespierre, author of The Terror in Revolutionary France, late 18th century. Is it just me or does the quote feel frighteningly relevant?             Terror in the name of justice. Prompt and severe, and,…

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…

Cassandra’s Poems

  Kronos Eclipsed   My father used to tell me stories About the atrocious gods Who devoured their own children. I always used to believe The stories foretold my own destiny.   I don’t believe in gods anymore, Nor in the impossible tracks of destiny. I don’t even believe in my father. I believe in…

An Exhibition of Socialism

      This is a blog about remembering. A blog not about politics but about the aesthetics of politics. It is about remembering what we owe to various degrees of socialist reforms over the past few decades, and centuries. Socialism today may be a victim of its own success. It might be less relevant…

The Boatman’s Reprieve

  I   Where the horizon taints the volcanic fumes There is a freedom even such stillness fiercely exudes; A lagoon where time seeks its burial verily looms, But from a distance the boatman only sees the masking blooms.   If time on such an island can bring the end of all wars Men would…

Standing Up For Comedy

  Tolerance. Freedom of speech. Hedonism. Three fundamental pillars to our way of life and civilization. Where these three uniquely meet, work together and blossom best is perhaps surprising: comedy. Hardly an Enlightenment pursuit. Yet it is more vital than we realise. Satire, irony, stand-up comedy; all these forms of humour creep and crawl around…

What We Should Be Teaching Our Children

    Growing up, the most important things I remember learning in school (most important from the educator’s point of view, rather than my own) was religion and history. In a country that is like an epileptic, every now and then having a fit of zealous religious movement or historical import, it could hardly have…

Poems of Threatened Freedom

The Collector   The caterpillar pupates into chained wings. In the broad, clear sunlight, the collector comes, And the collector wouldn’t come If the butterfly had no wings.   The collector is a wing-less being Lusting to capture those Who have wings in spite of him.     The Path   I am walking in…