I Can't Sleep. There Is A Woman

For Sailors Who Love The Wind, Memory Is A Good Port Of Departure.

The Poet, Distracted By Politics, Asks Of Poetry That It Make Itself Useful Like Metal Or Flour, That It Get Ready To Stain Its Face With Coal Dust And Fight Body To Body.

Globalization Has Considerably Accelerated In Recent Years Following The Dizzying Expansion Of Communications And Transport And The Equally Stupefying Transnational Mergers Of Capital. We Must Not Confuse Globalization With "internationalism" Though. We Know That The Human Condition Is Universal, That We Share Similar Passions, Fears, Needs And Dreams, But This Has Nothing To Do With The "rubbing Out" Of National Borders As A Result Of Unrestricted Capital Movements. One Thing Is The Free Movement Of Peoples, The Other Of Money.

I Was A Terrible History Student. They Taught Me History As If It Were A Visit To A Wax Museum Or To The Land Of The Dead. I Was Over Twenty Before I Discovered That The Past Was Neither Quiet Nor Mute.

Schools Teach Ignorance.