To justify writing today in the face of ecological collapse becomes a sort of Pascal’s wager: if the work created now is read a century from now, then we will have succeeded in surviving. Like Pascal’s wager, writing has become a laughable—yet insistent—source of hope.
Benjamin Redwood is a writer and teacher from Essex, England. After studying Literature at the University of Cambridge he has travelled widely, from Mongolian prisons to Iraqi mansions, and has worked as a teacher for old money, new money, and no money. He can embarrass himself in six languages and is currently teaching eight subjects—or, doing an impression of a school.
The artist’s task is to find the way back to themselves through the forest-paths in others; this consistency of destination is what we call style.
The British government have forbidden the criticism of capitalism in British schools. But further digging into teaching methods has revealed a sinister pattern of long division.
I couldn’t really understand / Provisional arrangements […] When now with you / We gather age / To keep instead.
My Long List of Struggles:
Winter 2022