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For all my little Calibans out there![1]
Working titles: The Formative Years/The Caliban Diaries/The Domesday Chronicles/The Domesday Almanac
Author: Caliban Ink.
Publisher: the argosy press
Year of publication: 2022
Place of publication: The New World
No. of pages: 2022 – 1492 = 530 pages (1 page for each year)
No. of pages: 2021 – 1611 = 430 pages (1 page for each year)
Fuck it! To quote from that famous dialogue between Echo and Narcissus, ‘here we go again’.
2022 (this is a countdown from 530 and the page number is 2022, WORD does not allow starting at page number 2022, page number we are instructed must be less that 999.)
These are the years of my life, the formative years of my life, laid down as page numbers.
2022 is a page number. It is also a year. It’s not a Y2K, a 2012 year. Not yet at least, though the romance continues, nostalgia for it perseveres, like tech and the Maya. At best, 2022 may end up being a year in hindsight. Besides, how many writers and readers make it to page 2022?
Nonetheless, years and pages may yet be added. Middle fingers across the globe are crossed.
But okay, fuck it. Here we are and here then is where we begin; on this page in this year. Year number five hundred and thirty of the formative years. It is late, yes, but not too late.
2023 SEXIT, Scottish exit from the United Kingdom. This will be followed by the 2024 REXIT, the Republican states exit from the United States. As the Unions are about to disunite, Long live the Kingdoms!
2021
The Argosy Press landed in my lap through someone else’s marriage. I have no right to it, but this is the closest I’ll come to controlling my own press, and the Calibans, after all this time, need their own press. They need to curse using their own press.
The Booker Prize and the founders of the Argosy Press.
2020
In all the ink spilled and forests deforested, in all the theses and feces nailed to church doors, not so much has been said about my Dad.
Mystery surrounds my father. You’re looking for a story there aren’t you? Well go find your own fucking story.
Moving on. Let’s debunk a few myths so that we can move the fuck along.
I didn’t only learn to curse. I learned to read and to write. That’s right. By reading and writing I learnt to curse. I became cursive, so to speak.
And, I have been reading up. That’s how I found out there is so little on Dad. Am I right? He must have been an even bigger fucker than Mom.
I am Prospero, Ariel, Miranda, Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, Trinculo, Sycorax, Setebos, Stephano, Juno, Ceres, Iris, Master, Mariner, Boatswain, Nymphs and Reapers. I am Caliban.
And we let that slide. What else have we let slide? That the mother was a witch, a reclaimed witch, newly refurbished like a Soviet Lada in 80s Gu*ana. That Caliban was the son. All of this from a fucker named Prospero and, whether we care to admit it or not, we believed Prospero. At the end of the day, Prospero remained Prospero.
Prospero was a damned liar.
Sonnet 155: Shall I compare thee to a slave plantation?
by Caliban Il
Shall I compare thee to a slave plantation?
Thou art more scholarly yet more degenerate:
Rough winds do shake those darling buds of reservation,
And merit’s lease dangles no expiration date;
’tis time too hot the iron of vengeance shine,
How long since sugar’s sweet dominion dimm’d;
Yet persists the master-slave-bachelor combine,
By church and coin’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy infernal damnation will not fade,
Nor full possess the sweated seer thou ow’st;
Nor arbiter inflate your failing grade,
When deplorable in lines to time thou grow’st:
So long we can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives lie to thee, University.
Anil Persaud
23rd July 2020
2019
Remember me? How could you forget me? Already! I’m old, yeah, but you’ve been writing about me.
Right. I can’t say exactly why the line is flat until circa 1769 (but, nevertheless, that is a good coincidence for my story). Anyway, did I say, fuck you? Maybe I haven’t, so fuck you!
Like I was saying you’ve been sweet to write so much about me, for so long. What a fucking career I’ve had. Your fantasies are adorable.
But you know what, I haven’t yet told my own story. My name has curiously never appeared as author or even editor on a book. Fuck you! This shit pisses me off. You have so far used me to tell your own stories, find your own voice. Used me as a filter for your own lives. But you always maintain a distance from me. I can curse, but I can’t edit, author.
Well that is about to change. As chance would have it. So, you got it, fuck you!
But more about me for the time being. I am the first and the most global person. Coming from the same region as Bob Marley, Bob is a puppy next to me.
Caliban’s got his own press now.
Did it cross anyone’s mind that Prospero was a fucking liar? That not only did he get my name word, that it is in fact an abbreviation rather than an anagram, or that he put words into my mouth rather than penning what I actually said, for instance: “You taught me language, and my profit on it is to learn how to curse.” Walcott came closest, “he doesn’t only curse”, but even he too had to have me say “beautiful things.” No, I do curse, but worse than what Prosero was able to report.
This was also the year (2019) of the first image of a ‘black hole’, making it also the first and only ‘image of time’, if there can be such a thing. It is my assertion that no other ‘image of time’ can exist, or will ever exist. Everything else is temporal, a temporality. We can only speak of, inhabit and exist in temporalities. All other talk, from Deleuze, to Whitehead to Bergson are just speaking out of their arses.
2018
2017
2016
2015
2014
2013
2012
2011
2010
2009
2008
2007
2006
2005
2004
2003
2002
2001
2000
1999
1998
1997
1996
1995
Bosnian genocide
1994
Rwanda genocide
1993
1992
1991
1990
1989
The fall Berlin Wall. What about its spring?
1988
1987
1986
1985
1984
1983
1982
1981
1980
Rodney’s death.
1979
1978
1977
1976
1975
1974
1973
1972
1971
1970
1969
The Booker Prize.
1968
1967
1966
Independence, May 26th?
1965
1964
1963
1962
1961
1960
1959
1958
1957
1956
1955
1954
1953
1952
1951
1950
1949
1948
1947
The Doomsday Clock, maintained since 1947. (The Domesday Book of 1086.)
1946
“On Exactitude in Science”
Jorge Luis Borges, Collected Fictions, translated by Andrew Hurley.
…In that Empire, the Art of Cartography attained such Perfection that the map of a single Province occupied the entirety of a City, and the map of the Empire, the entirety of a Province. In time, those Unconscionable Maps no longer satisfied, and the Cartographers Guilds struck a Map of the Empire whose size was that of the Empire, and which coincided point for point with it. The following Generations, who were not so fond of the Study of Cartography as their Forebears had been, saw that that vast Map was Useless, and not without some Pitilessness was it, that they delivered it up to the Inclemencies of Sun and Winters. In the Deserts of the West, still today, there are Tattered Ruins of that Map, inhabited by Animals and Beggars; in all the Land there is no other Relic of the Disciplines of Geography.
—Suarez Miranda, Viajes devarones prudentes, Libro IV,Cap. XLV, Lerida, 1658
1945
1944
Genocide is the deliberate and systematic destruction, in whole or in part, of an ethnic, racial, religious or national group. The term was coined in 1944 by Raphael Lemkin. It is defined in Article 2 of the Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of Genocide (CPPCG) of 1948 as “any of the following acts committed with intent to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnical, racial or religious group, as such: killing members of the group; causing serious bodily or mental harm to members of the group; deliberately inflicting on the groups conditions of life, calculated to bring about its physical destruction in whole or in part; imposing measures intended to prevent births within the group; [and] forcibly transferring children of the group to another group.
1943
1942
1941
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1931
The Second International Congress of the History of Science was held in London from June 29 to July 4, 1931. Science at the Crossroads was an anthology of the contributions of the delegation from the Soviet Union which attended the Second International Congress of the History of Science. Joseph Needham provided a foreword. It was republished with a new foreword and introduction in 1971. Alfred Rupert Hall wrote a scathing review, claiming that it had little impact in the Soviet Union and that most of the contributors careers led, rather, to the prison camp and the execution squad.
1930
1929
Alfred North Whitehead, (1929). Process and Reality, Macmillan, New York. The foundational text on ‘process philosophy’.
1928
1927
1926
1925
1924
1923
1922
1921
1920
1919
Paris Conference. Treaty of Versailles.
1918
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1916
1915
1914
1913
1912
420 – 420 years since 1492.
1911
1910
1909
1908
1907
1906
1905
1904
Herero and Namaqua genocide. Germany pays reparations in 2021, 1.1 billion Euros.
1903
1902
1901
1900
1899
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1895
1894
1893
1892
1891
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1887
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1881
1880
The “Argosy” founded in Demerara, British Guiana.
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1878
1877
1876
1875
1874
1873
1872
1871
1870
1869
The Periodic Table
Russian chemist Dmitri Mendeleev published the first recognizable periodic table in 1869.
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1867
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1863
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1861
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1849
Edward Gibbon Wakefield (20 March 1796 – 16 May 1862) is considered a key figure in the establishment of the colonies of South Australia and New Zealand (where he later served as a member of parliament). He also had significant interests in British North America, being involved in the drafting of Lord Durham’s Report and being a member of the Parliament of the Province of Canada for a short time.
He was best known for his colonisation scheme, sometimes referred to as the Wakefield scheme, which aimed to populate the new Province South Australia with a workable combination of labourers, tradespeople, artisans and capital. The scheme was to be financed by the sale of land to the capitalists who would thereby support the other classes of emigrants.
Despite being imprisoned for three years in 1827 for kidnapping a fifteen-year-old girl, he enjoyed a distinguished political career.
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1840
1839
1838
Every occasion to commemorate is also an occasion to ask, Why commemorate?
Regarding 5th May 1838 the question is larger: Why commemorate 5th May 1838, year after year
They are three:
The Indians, who you will recall, that Columbus set out to meet in 1492, finally arrived, for the very first time, in the New World on 5th May 1838.
May 5th 1838, therefore, marks a double arrival: it marked the arrival of both Columbus’ Indians and Gladstone’s Hill Coolies, not just in Guiana, not just in the Caribbean, or the West Indies, but in the NEW WORLD. Finally, after 346 years, the Indian of the old world would meet, face to face, the Indian of the New World.
5th May and 1st August 1838, as we all know, are inseparable: without the 1st of August there would be no 5th of May. But their connection, 5th May and 1st August, like that of 1492 and 1838, is more intimate than that.
Compared to the pomp and ceremony that accompanied independence in 1966, 1st August 1838 was an uneventful day. No Dukes or Duchesses came Guiana in 1838 to bear witness to the end of the yet uncompensated brutality that was British colonial slavery. Well, that is the history we have been telling ourselves so far – that no one came.
Well, 396 people did come, – bedraggled, half starved and in failing health, but they did come and they did bear witness. When – with the same whip that the same master tore apart black skin on July 31st he tore apart brown skin on August 1st – they couldn’t not witness – their seats weren’t ring side, they were in the ring. There are still many lessons to learn from 1838 and what it means to witness being only one of them.
The third reason and last reason for commemorating 5th May 1838 has to do with the ongoing distress of migrant workers across the globe – at home and abroad, in the new world as well as in the old – that the Covid-19 pandemic has exposed.
Itineraries and Tables of Contents
The subtleties of presentation and composition will be resolved later. For now, the attached four images. Preceding these in time only are the various national suvidha documents – locators, masks, inoculations. These documents, composed and presented, recomposed and represented, over and over again, contain the journey, like the beetle in a small box. WiFi is suddenly free and easy to access for everyone in airports. And while airlines are reducing baggage allowances, downloads and uploads are unlimited.