Old and New Old
There were times I felt I have something to say and that was enough to start speaking. Today, looking back at everything I’ve written here regarding education, I see that it worths nothing, there were no work behind these words, no experience, no life, no vision, no passion, nothing but an illusion of “something I can speak of”.
We were nobodies
Someone in the mirror who was more real than was I.
Someone at the cafe who had more coffee to drink than words to speak.
Someone on the street asking for the rain to wash the world away.
Someone in the bedroom who can’t sleep because life goes on without him.
We were nobodies.
Photo by Peter Lindbergh.
Time Transfixed
Strangely, when I look at this painting, it reminds me of “zero vanguard” – cosmonaunts who were involved in experiments before 1961.
Time Transfixed. René Magritte, 1938
Malcolm will return shortly…
Paris
Culture
I heard some people were really surprised to discover Malcolm McLaren genius beyond Sex Pistols.
If only we could open our eyes more often. Maybe then we could learn to appreciate good people before they are gone.
Rethinking Education Pt.19: Reading for Children