Work is what transforms the raw stuff of nature into meaning, gathering it into a human project. And in few English novelists is work as central as in Hardy. Terry Eagleton, The English Novel: An Introduction Work is one … Continue reading
Wheels must turn steadily, but cannot turn untended. There must be men to tend them, men as steady as the wheels upon their axles, sane men, obedient men, stable in contentment. Crying: My baby, my mother, my only, only love; … Continue reading
This past month Psychogeographic Review has been reading: ‘Scarp’ – Nick Papadimitriou Nick Papadimitriou’s meditation on walking, landscape and his upbringing in North London under the shadow of the ridge of land he refers to as Scarp … Continue reading
A guest post by Fernando Sdrigotti Clerkenwell: a hectic hub in the centre of London. Today, as always, several times co-exist here. Today, the times of the media industry, the postal workers, the Italian Diaspora, and a (mostly white) working-class. … Continue reading
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The chalet colony, through which I walked with Anna on that bright morning, was larger and more cheerful than the neighbouring villages. Nobody needed an expulsion order to move in. ‘Ghost Milk: Calling Time on the Grand Project’ – … Continue reading
This month we’re pleased to present a guest post by a friend of this blog, Charles Swain. We hope you’ll agree that Charlie’s photographic essay provides some stunning images and impressions of a recent visit to an abandoned industrial town … Continue reading
Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kiss’d it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.” A … Continue reading
In the end it all gets back to land. Looking back, I see that a link that runs through my life concerns the right to land and property on it. Shared out equally, there would be a couple of … Continue reading
