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,…

The Classic and the Contemporary II

Fatima, Jordan Casteel, 2018 Is it possible to be a successful, mainstream artist in the 21st century without being socially engaged? Has art moved on from being a source of pleasure and become an act of social engagement? Is this a good thing?             These are some of the thoughts that came to my mind…

Fatherhood in the End of History

We are well and truly living through the End of History. The great battle of ideologies of the last two hundred years are over. Fascism vs Communism. Liberalism vs Conservatism. Nationalism vs Marxism. Democracy vs Dictatorship. Liberalism and free-market economies have won the day. And although the world is not uniformly democratic and liberal, there is no argument.

The Romantic in the Age of Enlightenment

  The Romantic, that great 18th century, European invention, was born out of a guttural distaste for Enlightenment notions of science and rationalism. Romanticism was a disavowal of the modern world and its underlying values in favour of a nostalgic return to a naturalistic, beauteous past. An artistic revolt against the Industrial Revolution and its…

Poems From the Precipice

    Victims of Success   Nothing as precious in the star-spangled universe Is to be found, than the multitudes That can crystallise speech from air With such guile that it leaves them unaware.   The trees and waves know no gods But the snow bears the footprints Of us that so consciously tread Our…

Sevilla and a Nobel Betrayed

  How more like a clear blue sky emerging from the cracks of dawn the Moorish Alcazar appeared in comparison to the dark night of the cathedral. The cathedral of Sevilla – you’re often reminded it is one of the biggest in the world – is politics. Faith is enslaved to the earthly ambitions of…

The Chilean Diaries

      What are you to do, what are you to do when your father is the most hated man in the country? All because of something he didn’t do. A poster-child of alleged child-snatchers among neo-liberals and their political shadows. The “man who kidnapped his own daughter” (newspapers in Malta don’t have the…

A Home in the Mountains

        The plane flew over thousands of feet of emptiness. A dark ocean of nothingness. It’s nose was pointing to the clouded horizon; a million miles from home. It was the first time Alexander had left Europe. Everything was exciting for him: the popping ears; the fresh blue air of a new…

Venezuela Frozen

    The morning crawled slowly slowly up the garbage bag’s skin. In a red-tinted back street a garbage truck stands like a colossus. The boy wakes up and goes for breakfast, eating from the garbage truck’s ass. A cold morning wind blows in from the foaming sea. The boy shivers; until he hears his…

Venezuela: The Forgotten Crisis

  I recently put up a tweet, which I called ‘the fat blob and the dictator’, about Diego Armando Maradona’s latest flirtation with Venezuelan president Maduro. The once-legendary (although in many ways the inferior to Lionel Messi – apart from winning a world cup) Maradona is going to be hosting a television programme in Venezuela…