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Pankaj Mishra’s Imaginary Fascist: A Review of a Review of Jordan Peterson

Disclaimer: The following remarks aren’t meant as an exhaustive commentary on the plenitude of issues broached by either the review or the book in question. These are but brief observations on the generally negative response Jordan Peterson has drawn from certain expected corners, of which Pankaj Mishra’s is but one, albeit highly illustrative, example. The…

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Presidentialism and its Merits: Would the return of the Monarchy be a solution to Brazil’s problems?

Seldom does the opportunity present itself to a people to contemplate their system of government anew, with a sense of possibility in the horizon. Often, the constitution of the State is approached as a Leviathan, an immutable feature of the landscape one needs to navigate rather than improve, or even more radically, alter altogether. Yet…

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Born in Bethlehem

Fair, fair maiden sleepless lay, Labouring on the frosted hay, Breathless cries resound the airs, In pain of all a mothers cares, Thus with naught of pomp or hymn, Comes the Christ to conquer sin, And made as man our maker lies, Beneath his own well-fashioned skies.   Silent, silent is the Babe, For whom…

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The Golden Shores of Kernow

There’s a train a-rollin’ heavy on the tracks beside the shore, An old and steaming engine giving city folk the tour, It’s coming late from London, made out at half-past three, It chugs and shrugs all lazy, down towards the quay, Where sits a pretty maiden a-waitin’ there for me, Her dress is blue as…

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The Transfiguration

What light of the heavens has lifted, And veil of flesh unfurled, Has torn at the seams and broken, The mask that covers the world: Gold is made pale and worthless, The sun is hidden in shame, For a light that is brighter than brightness, Has set the world aflame.   He rose as the…

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VERITAS

Who dances with lies makes merry with his death, For he that bends to a lie convenient, Or else hopes in lies that life be lenient, Is but a hollow corpse vainly walking, A thin reed talking, With winds of baleful voices blowing, A mortal shadow swiftly growing, And death bodily is but poor reprieve,…