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The Impossibilities of Money

Paris rain. It gets everywhere. Even deep under the city in the Line 1 Metro there’s rain. On the umbrellas of those who’ve just got into the carriage. It drips onto the floor. The rain is on people’s shoes and hair. It’s on the bronze silk skirt of the young woman with the black hairContinue reading “The Impossibilities of Money”

Gateways

A Bulgarian shopkeeper who gave me a box to recycle paper, a physiotherapist from Kerala who described the history of the Communist Party there, a Rumanian woman on the street who explained she has always worked and paid her taxes and doesn’t care much for the way some people go on about immigrants, an AfricanContinue reading “Gateways”

The Liberty Tree

A few quite casual things started to come together. I’d been reading EP Thompson’s The Making of the English Working Class in preparation for a Radical Walk with the title of Praed Street & the Liberty Tree. I’m not quite sure why I picked Praed Street. It appeared, as it were, in a daydream. IContinue reading “The Liberty Tree”

In Search of a Pitchfork

It was in the waking up; of becoming aware again of human life-consciousness. The intensity of the dreams, alive and vibrant only moments earlier but now fading into the distant haze, echoes and mirrors of the extraordinary world of the sleeping, dreaming brain. This human life-consciousness should be the starting point of everything each day.Continue reading “In Search of a Pitchfork”

Canary Wharf: First Impressions

The Radical Walk, Canary Wharf & Marx’s Literary Style is on Thursday 16 May A short promotional film about Canary Wharf Impressions matter. This is a time of accelerated media production. An ever increasing number of image-objects, a relentless global expansion of capital, billions of packets of data each second moving almost at the speedContinue reading “Canary Wharf: First Impressions”

There is no wealth but life

There seemed to be no chance of an ambulance so I phoned for a taxi. If I hadn’t been in so much pain and unable to think clearly I would have caught the train and then a bus. That’s how I usually travel. At the bottom of the street I live in there had beenContinue reading “There is no wealth but life”

In the Court of King Capital

The Canary Wharf development on the Isle of Dogs is one of several excellent places to study Marxism. The key ingredients of the recipe to cook up ‘Capital’ are all easily found. The exploitation of labour, the bringing together of large quantities of raw materials, money, and the division of society into two main classesContinue reading “In the Court of King Capital”

Praed Street & the Liberty Tree

Walking through the revolving doors of a identikit London office block (the basic components are concrete, glass and steel, rearranged in a small number of patterns), out into the cold, wet and dark winter evening. I turned the collar of my coat up against the wind. The wind seemed out of place in the neonContinue reading “Praed Street & the Liberty Tree”

The last train to paradise

Waking up too early with the flickering remnants of a cinematic dream. A replication of an earlier version. Dreams become part of our memories and like all memories are deeply within our conscious and unconscious mind. I have experienced this particular dream many times before. It’s about loss. It always has the same ending. TheContinue reading “The last train to paradise”

Ask The Man Who Cuts the Golden Silk

The books are piling up as the time-sands of the working days trickle away through a giant hourglass. The pressure of the day job is easing. Only a day or two to go. I’ve been preparing for this over a couple of weeks now. Long evenings and weekends engrossed in volume one of Capital, LudovicoContinue reading “Ask The Man Who Cuts the Golden Silk”