The Monologism of Politically Correct Language: or being accused of supporting Donald Trump

Recently when I was sitting at the Kimberley Hotel talking to some old friends and a few art students I discovered just how dangerous it is to speak one’s mind these days. That is, to introduce seemingly unknown thoughts into the official social discourse that is standardly observed at places like art schools, universities and social groups. At the end I was accused, amongst other … Continue reading The Monologism of Politically Correct Language: or being accused of supporting Donald Trump

The Albertsburg Judgement Chapter III

CHAPTER III It was with this in mind that I went to Jacobson and Daughters some days after my pilgrimage up to Thales’ grave. I had gone to buy fertilizer for my roses but I knew perfectly well, as I drove down the main street, that I was on a mission to find out something more about the circumstances surrounding Thales’s gravestone. There was an … Continue reading The Albertsburg Judgement Chapter III

The Albertsburg Judgement: Chapter II

  CHAPTER II The night that would set Captain Mandel on the path to arresting the engineer was one of heavy downpours. The rain, our mayor acknowledged in court, had moved over the crenulations of the Swartberg, tapping gently on our iron roofs. But only he was alarmed. No one else gave it so much as a second thought. After all, rain falls in Albertsburg’s … Continue reading The Albertsburg Judgement: Chapter II

The Albertsburg Judgement: Chapter I

Part I THE WHITE PATHS OF TOWERKOP Chapter 1 His dark eyes followed me as I entered the courtroom. Beneath him lay his black umbrella, which, without looking down, he pushed aside with his foot as his lawyer came to sit down next to him. Not for one moment did he take his eyes off me. And as mine briefly caught his, his lips stretched … Continue reading The Albertsburg Judgement: Chapter I