Day 309
I have spent all day moving my office back into the bedroom. I ended up building and unbuilding a set of shelves when it became obvious that there wasn’t really… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I have spent all day moving my office back into the bedroom. I ended up building and unbuilding a set of shelves when it became obvious that there wasn’t really… Continue Reading
Fourteen years and 5 months ago (not to the date), a very good friend of mine, T, died of cancer. I dreamed about him last night, that he’d somehow faked… Continue Reading
Last night I dreamed of my secondary school headmaster, the one who told me I wasn’t clever enough to get into Cambridge because, that morning, I hadn’t realised there was… Continue Reading
On the family Zoom last night, O asked us if we had internal voices. That is, when we were thinking, or when we thought of songs, did we have a… Continue Reading
A change in routine today. For the past week I’ve felt like I’ve made no progress at all with work, so what I’ve done this morning is to put in… Continue Reading
A hundred thousand Students deprived of education Turn against the screen showing nothing But a history deprived of context, A history designed to make them Only the mouthpieces of capitalism… Continue Reading
All empires are illusions, built on the delusions of the tyrants who build them. That’s why they fail. The British Empire was an illusion, built on white supremacism. It collapsed…. Continue Reading
I am going through a severe identity crisis. Part of me feels that I am, at the age of 56, becoming the sort of man I never wanted to be… Continue Reading
Some say I’m anti-science. Some say I’m deliberately controversial and obstructive as far as science and science education are concerned. I’m not. I am merely alarmed at how far the pendulum… Continue Reading
I know people think I’m an intellectual snob. I know they think I use words that are too big for my mouth or even for the pages I write on…. Continue Reading