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Articles by: Edward Curtin

Reviving The Spirit Of Existential Rebellion In A World Of Propaganda, Lies, And Self Deception

Reviving The Spirit Of Existential Rebellion In A World Of Propaganda, Lies, And Self Deception

In these very dark times – these end- times created by nuclear weapons – seeing the truth is dependent on the will to truth, and the will to truth only arises when people believe they are free to alter the circumstances in which they find themselves. This belief in freedom is at the core of all existential thought and is why we need to resurrect it today.

Finding Our Way Back To Truth by Following A String of Facts

Finding Our Way Back To Truth by Following A String of Facts

  “To lead you to an overwhelming question…/Oh do not ask, “What is it?”/Let us go and make our visit.” – T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock   If you find yourself lost and confused in a dark wood, then perhaps following this network of knots strung on a long string of dates listed below will help[Read More…]

The Only Time

The Only Time

We met at the wrong time,
which, as chance would have it,
is always the right time. No one
who doesn’t know will ever know
what passion can do to calendars.

The Super Patriotic Draft Dodger’s Rag: “Fire the Son-of-a-Bitch”

The Super Patriotic Draft Dodger’s Rag: “Fire the Son-of-a-Bitch”

So I wish you well, Sarge, give ’em Hell! Kill me a thousand or so And if you ever get a war without blood and gore I’ll be the first to go                                                            [Read More…]

Winners Take Nothing

Winners Take Nothing

We didn’t listen then
and aren’t listening still.
Perhaps we never will.
Who do you think will win
the Doomsday Bowl?

Why I Don’t Speak of 9/11 Anymore

Why I Don’t Speak of 9/11 Anymore

Tuesday, September 11, 2001, was a non-teaching day for me.  I was home when the phone rang at 9 A.M.  It was my daughter, who was on a week’s vacation with her future husband.  “Turn on the TV,” she said.  “Why?” I asked.  “Haven’t you heard?  A plane hit the World Trade Tower.” I turned the TV on and watched[Read More…]

Photo by Frederic Mancosu

Ghostly Voices Dancing in the Rain

“In the other room Rateau was looking at the canvas, completely blank, in the center of which Jonas had merely written in very small letters a word that could be made out, but without any certainty as to whether it should be read solitary or solidary.” Albert Camus, “The Artist at Work” A solitary, early Sunday morning walk in the[Read More…]