This week we explore the significance of another kind of language entirely, so download and read this poem from 1956 to begin. As much as we have enjoyed (!) an inquisition of language in Lefebvre, and felt it lolling around in various forms in Rowe, Eagleton, Meades and so forth, it is worth remembering that some radicals distrusted language in itself! After reading this poem please familiarise yourself with the work of William Burroughs in The Job, make sure you have a passing acquaintance with Jack Karouac's novel On The Road, and have at least heard of Marshall McLuhan.
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