On the beach at Calais I was thinking of something that was said when Solidarity started in Poland in 1980. Perhaps it was just a throw away remark. The sort of casual conversation that happens a million times a day but never crystallises into something more solid. It was just an observation along the linesContinue reading “Calais, Texas”
Script…is pitilessly dragged out into the streets of advertisements, and subjected to the brutal heteronomies of economic chaos…Before a contemporary finds his way to opening a book, his eyes have been exposed to such a blizzard of changing, colourful, conflicting letters such that the chance of penetrating the archaic stillness of the book are slight.Continue reading “Winter Walk”
A walk along the shore. I couldn’t get ahead.