Kubrick and Foucault: The menagerie of man

First time I saw A Clockwork Orange. I kept away from this cult classic mostly because it seemed a bit too silly for my liking. I was right, but for all the wrong reasons. The silliness serves the function of colourfully depicting the trickster protagonist. The 70’s showed a noticeable interest in the subjects of…

Time is a poetic terrorist

I’ve been blogging for a while now. At least 6 years I would say. The tumblr version of this blog started a bit later than my primary blog, The Antediluvian Current. I stuck with a style on there and I have kept it ever since. I think my approach to modernity has definitely inspired some…

Moments become real when they’re memories

I’m not going on a Hegelian rant. But having studied history ( in and outside of the building that hands out degrees ) I’ve been taught to appreciate the past as a complete chapter in and of itself. Equally, it’s always been a ‘thing’ among the spiritual seekers and masters ( a recent example being…

On being a gweilo

(Seth, the god of wastelands, tempests, anarchy and foreigners) So before I start going gonzo, what exactly is a gweilo? You could, of course, instead of reading this post go and google search that term and you’ll be served by the interwebs with a thorough description. Now that’s not my task here. I am not…