The Public Virtue of Spam
It may surprise the casual visitor to the Pantography Twitter feed how many attractive women this combinatorics project attracts. The account page looks like a Formula 1 paddock. Unlike those silent women promoting Hawaiian Tropic, these women have a back-story. One says she’s, “exhilarating and beneficial. Also repulsive, domestic and 428.” Another says her “person is agnostic
In fact, for years, I had mistaken a somewhat palatial house in Beaufort St for Carlyle’s House. I have no idea why I ran away with this idea, particularly since Cheyne Row is as closely associated with Carlyle and his set as Bloomsbury is with Virginia Woolf and hers. When I finally decided to confirm this, I set out for Chelsea and realised that the famous house at 24 Cheyne Row is a narrow...
Then We Take Berlin
Arriving at Berlin, my passport is subjected to more scrutiny than it receives anywhere else. The humble requests of laissez-passer by a European partner are subjected to close reading. The intricate cross-hatching of the paper is checked for tampering, the reflective devices made to reflect light first at this angle and then that. Although the passport is invisibly laden with all my...
The alienness of a written and a spoken foreign language is different. When hearing an unknown language it is difficult to distinguish one word from the other. When seeing it written, it is difficult to join up the words to make a whole utterance.
Jean Paul: Sculmeisterlein Wutz
What stories hide within your letters, what adventures within your words, mysterious Schoolmaster Wutz! Pompous and mocked you make your entrance: a rustic pedant with eyes on the greater world, re-imagining the wisdom of ages at the kitchen table. The volumes in your library bind fancied epics, elaborated rumours of ideas and histories—a matchstick model of the soul!