1898 ekphrastic poem
a surfeit of luxury homes while everyone else crams themselves into shared flats and ever-more constrained lives
the totally supererogatory outbursts of Capital
relateable tbh - i write this way too, when editors don't stop me
One of Freud’s few reflections on Marxism [...] described it as a Weltanschauung – world-view – comparable to religion, an intellectual construction that through its totalising work resolved all problems in a uniform way, thus leaving no questions open
the rock grows friable and flaky slates choke the soil of terraces
