Anarchist Philosophy Blog

http://www.oxfam.com/

http://www.unicef.com/

http://freerice.com/

http://www.goodbooksnz.co.nz/

http://www.betterworld.com/ - Similar idea to GoodBooksNZ, but apparently more internationalised and possibly more savings/wider variety of charities.

Funds Raised for Global Literacy:

$4,373,335.83

Books Saved From Landfills:

11,384,918

Great stuff.

Readers please leave comments. Pretty pretty prease. It gives me a great opportunity to communicate with you. I hate this being a one-way, didactic sort of thing. Consider this a forum, and my posts catalysts to discussion.

OK, no more desperate solicitation of communication.

I have just started Ackroyd’s acclaimed biography of London. First of all I will say it was obviously a mammoth effort of scholarship and erudition. That much is clear from reading the blurbs on the back! It is truly a treasure trove of wonderful anecdotes and odd juxtapositions; made all the more serene and stupendous by the flowing prose of Ackroyd.

His images are sometimes frighteningly strange, a little like Ackroyd’s other biographical topic: Blake. He begins the story of London from the very beginning, but doesn’t care too much about ordered chornology. He mixes quotes and asides from all periods of London’s history.

I TRAVELLED through a land of men
A land of men and women too;
And heard and saw such dreadful things
As cold earth-wanderers never knew.

For there the babe is born in joy
that was begotten in dire woe;
Just as we reap in joy the fruit
Which we in bitter tears did sow.

And, if the babe is born a boy,
He’s given to a women old,
Who nails him down upon a rock,
catches his shrieks in cups of gold.

To see a wold in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower;
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour

Katie is my cat. She is the most beautiful cat in the world.

In terms of cats, she is the epitome.

She actually loves music!

I didn’t think cats could love music, but she definitely does. She sits on my lap as my prog-rock guitar glammery ricochets around the room.

She sits on the floor, on my sisters jacket, sleeping in a ball of love. She is a ball of love.

Cats are so angelic, so perfect. They live a heavenly life, they have a heavenly existence.

Now, I must admit that I haven’t been following local politics at all recently, but I’ve heard that Key is close to getting in. He’s far ahead in the polls and it’s approximately 3 months till election time! Politics is heating up for the year, and since this is nominally an anarchist blog I suppose I should talk about it for a bit.

Ask questions. Never stop asking questions. The stupidest people are not those who ask stupid questions, but those who never ask questions. There’s a good reason this is a cliché. There’s a good reason behind almost every cliché. But familiarity grows tiresome. We yearn for the spontaneous, the ephemeral. Because brevity is more precious somehow. How to encapsulate an infinitude of emotions in one sentence, in one word. Or should I say ‘Word’?

Love me tender

Love me true

Never let me go

Oh my darling, I love you

And I always will

So simple. So beautiful it’s sublime.