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Engels in the Margaretengürtzel

Imagine that a group of people could be brought into the present from a past time. And that group of people included Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, Rosa Luxemburg, Vladimir Lenin and Otto Bauer (there are others but we can put them in the time machine another day). Marx and Engels could be rightly proudContinue reading “Engels in the Margaretengürtzel”

Support Your Local Planet

(Let us be clear – I am not against chemicals and chemistry…I am against the exploitation of chemicals and chemistry by the capitalists for the purpose of making profit at the expense of the general interests of people and the planet). The woman who walked through Karlplatz was wearing a t-shirt with the slogan, ‘SupportContinue reading “Support Your Local Planet”

Sometimes, a train journey

All writing must be done at least three times. The first draft has too many digressions and well, quite frankly, sometimes rants and raves in an uncouth manner about whatever is in the immediate environment. Cliche can be avoided as one goes along, phrases such as ‘the bleak moors’, an ‘iconic building’ don’t need toContinue reading “Sometimes, a train journey”

A Pint of Beer

Someone brought me a pint of beer. You know, in the great scheme of things; this is nothing at all. Or…means a great deal. To me, at the moment, in that pub in a London street it was one of the most lovely things that had happened all week. She stood up in her glassContinue reading “A Pint of Beer”

The Domination of Capitalist Relations of Production over the Spontaneous Possibilities of Life

Did London once feel like a more proletarian city? There are still many proletarians. But where is the new working class in the new proletarian city? There are no large organised industries in manufacturing or warehousing. The public sector retains some union organisation, universities too; and transport. But there is little sign of organisation orContinue reading “The Domination of Capitalist Relations of Production over the Spontaneous Possibilities of Life”

The Possible Dominance of Augustine Monastic Orders

It feels as if I have forgotten to write. How can a person forget how to write? Once that art and skill has been taught? No, I don’t mean it like that. Not that I have forgotten ‘how’ to write; but I have neglected to write. There were too many other people in my head.Continue reading “The Possible Dominance of Augustine Monastic Orders”

Automation of Production – Self-Autonomy of the Soul

The voice of a London girl floated up the stairwell of the bus. ‘Thank you’, she said to the driver as she alighted. It was the 319 bus and now it crossed Battersea Bridge. Far away, downstream, the North Sea had pulled the water from the river and houseboats and the occasional steel clad ligtherContinue reading “Automation of Production – Self-Autonomy of the Soul”

The Future of London…(?)

There was an opportunity to go to a seminar. Something along the lines of ‘the Future of London’, that sort of thing. The speaker is at the top of what they do. This makes them clever; in a knowing sort of way. I imagined: the content will be framed within certain ideological parameters. There willContinue reading “The Future of London…(?)”

The Northern Crown

It was as if I had stepped through several measured years of time. From Lisson Grove in 1981 until now. As if it was a single step. If I was to make that step again, it would be in a different way. But I guess a lot of the shapes, colours, formations, informations and responsesContinue reading “The Northern Crown”

An Object from a War

A festival in a local park. A Ukrainian flag flying next to a collecting tin with ‘For the Ukrainian Army’ written on it. The war feels real, here in the town, a few streets away. A woman in her early thirties and a small boy with black rimmed glasses and gappy tumbledown teeth. They bothContinue reading “An Object from a War”