Painting the Lion 18.02.06 It stands there in the glory of all who have stood before it labouring to cover its surface, to fill the niches, to cover its mane it the colours of their manifest expression. Its regal nature overcomes any shade it has been painted and will ever be covered in, deeming future and past a part of its tribute, the victim of its sacrificial hunger and bathed in the blood of its bacchanal glory. She wept into the sheets...

It is a strange one when you think about it, the idea of intimacy. In what ways do we construct the methods by which we become intimate with people? How does our intimacy with certain people grow? Is it through the mutual uncovering of histories, of the objects and subject which make us 'us'? To what do we owe a discovery of relatedness, of the things that make us similar? Do we necessarily have to become sexually intimate in order to cross certain boundaries of understanding...

At Touch of Madness with Holly, Benna & BeckyNew Photo from...

And us again with me!New Photo from...

Holly and BeerNew Photo from...

Video from US People PartyNew Photo from...

More Random US Students from Valentine's Day PartyNew Photo from...

Some More Random US StudentsNew Photo from...

Becky, Benna and Holly (US Students I met last week)New Photo from...

What's going on? (Something I would have submitted to the Mail and Guardian if I didn't think it had been all but written off) There are several problems that have not seemed to be considered in terms of the publication of the Danish cartoons. The first, is whether publication of such material is responsible. Secondly, did it warrant the violent reactions that responded, several months subsequently to the publication. Thirdly, is the acceptance of liberal values...

misremembered passages 06.02.06 the wind was colour-burst alive standing there clad in the naked darkness as I was blown around me were colours I had forgotten to forget in the abuse from which you delivered me shadow time purged from me by wind and words carried on it from innocent voices in restoration the wet hair that clung to my skull lightened my child-blondness and giggling a blessed departure from memory Delayed...

The DA and 'Racism' 22.01.06 Over the years in which I have been eligible to vote as a young man in South Africa, not much has made me more frustrated than the posters put up all over Cape Town before the national and regional elections. However, I have yet to be as annoyed and enraged by the recent posters that I have seen put up all over Rondebosch and Claremont around the university where I am currently studying to complete my masters. The following...

Ok, so here are some more recent writings from me. I apologise for the possible limitations in terms of subject matter, but it is something that I have been thinking about. Not that I want any of you to worry, in my writing I am a multiplicity of people, not simply 'Simon Halliday' (whoever that person really is). Nonetheless, 'I' have written these pieces and you are welcome to indulge in them. Clouds and Sun 20.01.06 The sun is running up, out and...