Acolytes

Hunched, edematous and dishevelled, angry, apocalyptic, snide, the only guy in the room who actually read books, less strategist than plotter …

The Republican establishment machine-man, despairing, scapegoated, mocked for his diminutive size …

The corporate Democrat, propelled as family to the highest of roles without qualification, aptitude, preparation or moral compass … drawn to rich power-men …

 

Impressions from Michael Wolff “Fire and Fury”

 

On the brink

Waking alone in a hotel room on Wednesday 9th November 2016 I am on the brink of discovering the outcome of the election, across the water, for US president.  This is one event which will surely affect us across the world.  The fear that America will choose as its leader an infantile vengeful narcissist overshadows the historic possibility that it might instead elect its first woman president.

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Igor Mitoraj’s monumental sculptures are shaped to suggest their disintegration through the long passage of time.  Here, a vast bronze broken bust is positioned in a room adjacent to the bath house destroyed two millennia ago by the super-heated ash falling from Vesuvius.

This piece is named Sulla riva grande scripolata.  As best I can tell from online translation, this means “on the greater shore, cracked”.  Whatever the events of this day, there will come a time when our civilisation will be known by the cracked fragments found protruding from the pebbles and silt of the river bank.