A woman in a trim blue padded coat stopped and asked if she could help. Blond hair blew in whisps across her face. She was all smiles and sparkly eyes. I was standing at a road junction near the railway station at Shepherdswell studying an Ordnance Survey map. I looked at her over the topContinue reading “Tractors, Marx and Sowing Seeds”
Category Archives: Capital
When Marx went to Morrisons…
…Hegel came too In the film The Million Pound Note Gregory Peck plays the character of the American sailor Henry Adams. He has been blown off course in his schooner, picked up in the Atlantic and ends up in London penniless. Two eccentric brothers, Oliver and Roderick Montpelier see him in the street (he isContinue reading “When Marx went to Morrisons…”
In the beginning was the commodity
The question is raised as to why Marx starts Capital with the ‘commodity’. It’s right there in the first line of the first chapter of the first volume: “The wealth of societies dominated by the capitalist mode of production appears in the form of an ‘enormous accumulation of commodities’ “. Why did Marx start withContinue reading “In the beginning was the commodity”
(Night) train to Antwerpen
The most unlikely places create stimulation. Stepping out into Kings Cross from a train that’s just arrived from the coast. Into the middle of a world city. The train ran up from east Kent and the Channel could be seen alongside the track. Grey and steel-like, container ships and tankers and bulk carriers in theContinue reading “(Night) train to Antwerpen”
Visions of Marx….endlessly
The only part of Capital to be published in Marx’s lifetime was volume one. It first came into being in Hamburg in 1867. Throughout the book Marx confidently asserts that ‘more of this will appear in volume two’, ‘this argument will continue in volume three’ and so on. But those later volumes were not finalisedContinue reading “Visions of Marx….endlessly”
eye massage
Once a year I go to hospital to have my eyes photographed. There is a growth behind one of them and if it changes, then as I understand the procedure, my eye gets taken out of its socket, the growth removed and the eye put back in it’s proper place. It’s always good news toContinue reading “eye massage”
A Funeral
Strange dreams; dreams are always strange. In the English countryside, early November days, the medieval period comes alive once more. Here and there, cottages in the misty late afternoon. Low cut tress, copper hues, dried blood red, dark green tones as life fades from the summer leaves. Winter trees appear, dark shadows, the starkness ofContinue reading “A Funeral”
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”
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”