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Of unexpected lessons from London

So, it has been just over two months since the last blog post. Talk about going silent. Silent though things have been,  there has been a lot of growth occurring on several fronts. Over this period of blogging hiatus, Eurostar have recognised my contributions to their bottom line. I’ve accumulated enough  points to have access to advance tickets at a discount – and  I am working toward a next voucher for a reduction on travel costs. Over two months, hundreds of  academic book pages have been read, many more journal articles have been highlighted and annotated, thousands of words have been  written, re-written, and  submitted for publication. Comments from critical eyes have returned to expand my knowledge and challenge what I thought I confidently knew. I’ve read authors that I thought I knew well but really had no clue about  – reading more closely what Deleuze has to say, what Marx’s key arguments really are  and so forth. Gratefully, this process of expansion has occurred with London as an interesting background and also as a text …

London by Night

Could not resist a bit of Frank Sinatra, not only because I agree that London is best enjoyed ‘by night’ but that it made for a great, albeit corny, soundtrack to drive into London by:

Same place, different time: Appreciating today’s London through Chaucer

Literary works ,art, poetry and other creative forms of discourse always offer interesting insight into the history of great cities: what shaped them in the past and what has sustained them to the present. I just noted that the area that I set up camp a few days of the week in London, close to Southwark Cathedral, held significance as a space where spiritual seekers would embark upon pilgrimage to recover their sanity, and re-center themselves spiritually. It was a starting point for people seeking absolution, peace of spirit and mind, and wellbeing. While I am not qualified at all to comment on whether this remains true, my first impressions are that perhaps the purpose of the space around Southwark has somewhat changed since then. If anything, it does not seem to primarily draw crowds seeking to find themselves, or ay particularly lofty aspirations. The meaning of the space no longer carries the spiritual promise that one catches a glimpse of when you read the excerpt of Chaucer that I came across. This is neither …