how something not stolen, not even missing, not even existing, can be counted
One of the sisters says they were robbed three times in the first town. She wants to call it three times and believes she has the right to. When they left the hotel room, someone robbed it, she says, and when they left the hotel room again, someone robbed it again. And when they stood at the desk and waved their hands at faces blank as zeros, someone robbed the room a third time. And then they rode away through the countryside like bandits run out of town although the bandits were behind them.
and something alive was dying in the gutter
I would take the things that had no power of their own into my plastic play home. It was there that I pretended to be a woman. I was hungry and bored by the story of the fox and wolf.
The only thing I am certain of is that the weight of my foot will kill the spider
that there is no such thing as a feather that can help me float. Here, in the tree where you count the days, I am making a list of the things you love: circles, lines.
her melting face continues to drip drop in big leaves
And he tears on with o yea and that’s right and you bitch and you shit and you you you that’s right that’s right that’s right.
A Development Problem
Prime minister Manmohan Singh has identified Maoists as the single most serious threat to India’s national security. In the last few years, these facts have been well-circulated in news reports on India’s stability. But who are the Maoists? What do they believe?
I can bear anything for the sake of beauty
As if in response to these words a faint moan came from the girl’s lips. Slowly she began to recover her senses. With each shuddering breath, the spider’s legs stirred as if they were alive.
A plague at a feast
States are not so much declining, failing and yielding as transforming their very nature. The network is the right metaphor to grasping the new state’s complexity.
I plunge my spear into your body many times
You are quick like a monkey, running through the tree-tops, But now you will die.
Something that ought to have remained hidden
“We’re so motivated to get rid of that feeling that we look for meaning and coherence elsewhere,”
The terrorism of politesse maintains an imperceptible distance
What are you in the art world? The answer, and the art world, matter less each time the question is asked.
Not only to expand but to reorganize the world in its own image
It is unlikely that anyone has ever confused a page of Thomas Friedman’s with one of Immanuel Kant’s, but between them it is possible to triangulate a prevailing sensibility of the past two decades.
A confusion between peoples and values
Multiculturalists claim that the presence in a society of a diversity of peoples limits the possibility of common values. Clash of civilisations warriors insist that such values are impossible within an ethnically diverse society. Neither is right.
It seems like something I’ve already seen
I’d like to see the porno staged in one of those George W. Bush, No-Child-Left-Behind inspired “charter” elementary schools.
To regard humanity in such a degraded fashion
Society is fast becoming an asylum, a place without privacy, because private space away from scrutiny is where abuses occur. Here we have the final attack on the self.
