Poetry
A MANDARIN – ONCE HUMAN I once knew an economist on his way to becoming a madman. His gaze did not engage with mine but descended with the certainty of one from a master race. His vision was on far-off peaks, global outcomes, oiled by the ideology of materialism, consumerism, supply and demand equilibrium, cause and effect. His utopia of worlds enclosed, within jargonised wheels, meaningless recycled managerial newspeak – hypnotic prose. The trouble was, his cause and effect were not the wellsprings of flesh and blood, of mind and spirit reasons for acting, thinking, resisting categorising. This made no…