Master of Puzzles By Igor Goldkind
It is seminal to remind ourselves of what fascism does when you take off its leash…
The Poesie of Igor Goldkind – Reciting Truth to Power
My Credentials for “Bullying”, “Persecuting”, “Mutilating” and “Obsessing” over the racist David Kirke; or so say my critics. As my Sikh friend and young teacher Prabjot Singh would say “Dont’ blame them, they are only children who need to be guided”.
By Igor Goldkind
Ivan Moscovich has created more brain-teasers than most people have solved crosswords. Igor Goldkind set out to piece together his fascinating and harrowing life.
Ivan Moscovich has his life’s work wrapped up in a bundle of about 10,000 pages of A4 paper. On those pages there are some 5,000 separate puzzles, puzzles that range from the hang-on-let’s-look-OK-I-see to beyond the fiendish. Some are variations on themes, some utter one-offs. Some are to be made on paper or card, some are designs for tricky little – or big – devices. Moscovich calls them the S.A.M. archive – science, art and mathematics. The puzzles use…
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COMING SOON! The Cure for Pandemania
Take a Deep Breath – Living With Uncertainty
A book of poetry and art, fables and philosophies aimed at the pandemic of crisis anxiety so many are facing.
In uncertain times people turn to uncertain means. This is a book of poetry and art, of fables and philosophies aimed at the pandemic of crisis anxiety so many of us are going through right now in our daily lives and in our inner spaces. We are all of us and each us in this together.
The sciences but also the arts do provide remedies. The ancient Egyptians wrote curative words on fragments of papyrus to feed their burnt ashes to the afflicted. Lacking morphine, Walt Whitman read verses to fallen soldiers on the battlefields of the first Civil War.
At their best, the right words are more than therapeutic, they can be curative. Take a Deep Breath emulates this ritual here in administering remedies for living in these times of crisis, in living with uncertainty.
Second Hand Years
Haven’t you noticed?
I’ve been pulling my hair out not knowing who to call.
They’ve suckered us all in with another used year!
Sure, it’s been refurbished and looks a lot like a New Year,
But don’t be fooled,
This is a counterfeit New Year being passed off as a real one.
The surface looks sharp but its purely cosmetic.
It won’t load the latest Operating System
It’s warranty has long since lapsed.
And its components are no longer compatible.
Don’t be fooled by fake years.
You’ll wind up forgetting the real ones.
Do something! Call somebody.
Don’t just sit there lamenting
Demand refunds and store credits!
Stomp your feet and threaten court actions.
But whatever you do, don’t be taken in by second-hand years,
When what we really all need is a new one.
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