Ron's rages are sincere and — according to his wife — healthily cathartic. But can these splenetic outbursts loosen the grip of capitalism at its most monstrous?
SAUDADE isn’t an English word but I wish it was, so I am appropriating it for international socialism.
It describes a state of profound nostalgic, melancholic longing for something or someone that one loves but is forever gone — or didn’t exist in the first place.
There has been a lot of it about over the past few weeks, largely in the context of chameleon entertainer and all-round pop genius David Bowie, whose artistic reaction to his own impending death was the match of his 1970s triumphs.
The present drive to war is a cynical and deliberate diversion from deteriorating living standards, argues MATT KERR
WILL STONE takes a ticket to indie disco heaven, but misses the rarely performed tunes
CARL DEATH introduces a new book which explores how African science fiction is addressing climate change
TOM STONE checks the political coordinates of a festival where the pleasures of nostalgia were (sometimes) harnessed to a new message


