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…

A Manifesto for Existential History

I feel the same wonder towards the Parthenon that a Catholic must feel for the Virgin. My atheistic sense of reason has not dulled my sense of the sublime. I seek it not in the supernatural but in the historic, in the artistic, in my fellow man.             During a lecture on Paleochristian art this…

Historical Impressions

The Persian Wars “He asked, ‘Croesus, who told you to attack my land and meet me as an enemy instead of a friend?’ The King replied, ‘It was caused by your good fate and my bad fate. It was the fault of the Greek gods, who with their arrogance, encouraged me to march onto your…

Beauty and Madness (And a Handful of Poems)

Update: The first draft of Beauty and Madness is complete. The second novel in my Beauty series is now into the editing stage. The next novel in this series will be written in Lisbon this summer and until the time comes I will be writing a book of poems using the pen and the words…

7 Stories, 7 Cities

“What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.”  Charles Baudelaire   Cities are sexy. They are man’s self-appointed eco-system. They overflow with life and no matter how much we complain about uneasy development and crane-clogged skylines, we have…

How Writing is a Journey

      Writing is about writers and readers going on a journey together. The journey is beautiful in and of itself. And there might not be an end. But what’s important is the reason why we’re journeying together. We’re on a journey to unravel our own individual purpose in life. Literature has replaced religion….

7 Bands that Inspired My Literature

My Japanese phase is still going strong. Since approximately May this year all I’ve read is Japanese novels. And I mean all I’ve read. It’s good to know that even after over a decade of being a writer I can still fall in love with a new piece of literature. As one would expect, my…

Poems of Remembrance

Goddess of Youth   The goddess of youth Flies like a tainted riff Over ancient temples long bombed.   Will she come to kiss me Or shun me into submission?   The Sisters of Fate weave secrets Worse than number tattoos They toy with destinies suspended From the softly swaying gallows.   And the goddess…