Jonathan Neo

I usually spend Saturday evenings at the Millennium Bridge with a guitar, seeking generosity for my poetic pursuits. I love travel. Not as an end goal, but as a journey. I love the sound of clinking glasses and meeting new people. Thumbs out, smile forward on the road, watch as the cars pass by. Grab your sneakers and walk. Climb a mountain or sleep in some paddy field. I am small and I am so lucky. LSE has claimed me for Law for 3 years, but the world calls me to “come, quickly! we are waiting!”

Words doing justice – A memoir from Palestine

There are things they do not tell you about occupied Palestine. You see, there are two types of cities. The first is built to be seen, to be gazed at. To have its curved vernaculars adored and to have the words “hundred years” roll off the tongues of elegantly-practiced private guides.

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I watched dusk over the Western Wall as the soundscape melted into the groans of praying Jews and the wails of some ten loudspeaker-anointed imams.

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A dialogue with degeneration: the poet’s ceremonial chaos in ‘The Waste Land’

T.S Eliot’s poetry was consistently discoursing with Symbolist undertones, with despairing themes of social degradation and the need for individual alignment with spirituality. Particularly in the aftermath of the first World War, he shifted his focus from the gruesome battlefields of France to an overarching idea of degeneration which dominated his perspective of society and mankind.

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