No posts since the weekend, I’m afraid, and no more for about a week, probably. So come back then.
Archive for November, 2005
Joe Hill, bard of the Wobblies, born Gï¿½vle, Sweden 7 October 7 1879, shot by firing squad in Utah, 19 November 1915.
Don’t mourn; organise!
Norm’s post makes me think that an excellent new element for the Dead Socialist Watch in its fourth year of operation and beyond would be the addition, from time to time, of readers’ personal reminiscences of Dead Socialists they have known, or, at least, met. Anything you can send along by email will be squirreled away in the appropriate place, and, with luck, I’ll remember to post the relevant details when the time comes. Well, not quite anything, perhaps, but anything interesting.
Francesco de Martino, Italian Socialist, born 31 May 1907, died 18 November 2002.
The books lined up in the picture below, reading from left to right, are The Anxiety of Freedom, by Uday Singh Mehta; Kant’s Ethical Thought, by Allen Wood; Collected Essays, by George Lichtheim; Lectures on Rhetoric and Belles Lettres, by Adam Smith; The New Imperialism, by David Harvey; The Rosa Luxemburg Reader, by, um, Rosa Luxemburg; Conciliation with the Colonies, a pamphlet by Edmund Burke; Bodies That Matter, by Judith Butler; Signs Taken For Wonders, by Franco Moretti; Passages from Antiquity to Feudalism, by Perry Anderson; The Origins of Postmodernity, by Perry Anderson; On Human Diversity, by Tzvetan Todorov; The Blackwell Encyclopaedia of Political Thought, Miller, Coleman, Connolly and Ryan, eds.; The Guardian: Corrections and Clarifications, ed. Ian Mayes (who’s in the news today); Diderot’s Vie de Sï¿½nï¿½que: A Swan Song Revised, by Douglas A. Bonneville, The Stoic Life, by Tad Brennan; something I don’t think I’ve ever seen before called the Bicycle Owner’s Manual; and an omnibus edition of the Ursula K. Le Guin Earthsea novels.
Sometimes Enkidu doesn’t make it especially easy to spend the afternoon at home reading through a pile of UCAS forms…
We let Enkidu back outside at the week-end for the first time since his accident, and he seems happy to be back in the garden, and in the neighbours’ gardens. And, thinking of our neighbours, I’ve just seen Andromache out of the window sniffing next door’s rabbit, though sadly I wasn’t able to snatch a picture in time before she stopped
Here’s Andromache, paying attention to the slightest movement of vegetation:
Here’s Enkidu, cultivating his affectation of sophisticated boredom:
And here’s Enkidu, playing his favourite game of batting the catflap into Andromache’s face in order to annoy her: