11 February 2015
28 June 2014
17 February 2014
This is worth breaking the drought for, I reckon. I let the Herald know the caption was wrong when someone drew my attention to it a few days ago, but their journalistic regard for accuracy doesn't seem to extend to fixing it.
In other news, I've had a concussion since early December. Tapping words into a screen is quite hard going, so I'll stop now. Might try again later, or I'll leave it for another year.
Posted by David Cauchi at 10:43 am
13 June 2013
03 June 2013
All these struggles of god with god, power against power, the gods feeling those forces they are thought to control crackling at their fingertips; this separation of the power from the god, the god reduced to no more than a sort of word, falling, an effigy dedicated to the most hideous idolatries; this seismic din and physical convulsion in the heavens; this way of riveting sky into heaven, earth onto earth; these mansions and expanses of heaven which are handed on and pass from mind to mind, with each of us, inside our heads, refashioning our gods; this interim occupation of heaven, here by a god and his wrath, there by the same god mutated; this takeover of power, succeeded as though by the perpetual spasmodic pulsation, top to bottom and back again, of other takeovers of power; this respiration of cosmic faculties, similar, on a higher level to the coarse and buried faculties dormant within our own individual natures – and for every faculty there is a corresponding god and a power, and we are heaven on earth, and they have become the earth, the earth drawn into the absolute...– Antonin Artaud, Heliogabalus: Or, the crowned anarchist
Posted by David Cauchi at 6:52 pm