1/9 #Ukraine and #Russia- a thumbnail sketch of the battle for language
2/9 It is almost impossible to find a popular history in English which gives an accurate account of the relationship between Russia and Ukraine. I am, therefore, trying to cram a thousand years of history into a twitter thread.
3/9 Ukraine is the successor of Rus, a medieval Slavonic kingdom whose capital was Kyiv and which encompassed what is now North Ukraine and parts of Belarus and western Russia. The country was Christianised by Bulgarian missionaries in the tenth century who brought their language
4/9 with them – it became the written tongue of Rus, known as Old East Slavonic. However, the spoken language, which is preserved in graffiti on the walls of St. Sophia in Kyiv, was Ukrainian and the variant of Old East Slavonic used in Ukraine had many elements of the spoken
5/9 language: it is the ancestor of written Ukrainian.
6/9 Rus fell under the onslaughts of the Mongols in the thirteenth century. Muscovy was created as a vassal state of the Mongols in the same period and its people were largely Finno-Ugric tribes who were Slavicised, using the written language of Rus. Eventually, it became the
7/9 state we now call Russia and annexed Ukraine, whose capital Kyiv was regarded as its cradle, in the seventeenth century. However, the Russians could not understand why Ukrainian, the original spoken language of Rus, was different from the tongue they spoke. Russia came to
8/9 regard Ukrainian and Ukraine as artificial constructs separating one Russian people. The language was prohibited from many areas of public life under the Tsars and Russia still struggles to accept that Ukraine has a distinctive language and culture. However, the fact that
9/9 writing in Ukrainian was for long periods a radical political act, and the language's history which stretches back to the origins of Slavonic culture that give this literature a distinctive character.
2/23 Here as promised is the woeful tale of the Brexit lorry parks contracts. Those of you who are expecting to read, say, about Johnson awarding them to a firm owned by is dominatrix are likely to be disappointed. This is more a tale of the UK's abysmal infrastructure management
3/23 and developers pitching grand ideas on a wing and a prayer, and government mismanagement resulting in procurement processes being torn up.
1/21 On 29 March 2012 Latvian investigative journalist Leonids Jakobsons was violently attacked in Riga while he was accompanied by his eight year old son.
2/21 He was shot in the face with a gas pistol and badly beaten. His son was terrified but unharmed. Reporters without Borders condemned the assault the following day, describing it as a murder attempt,
3/21 Latvian politics is still affected by the country's soviet occupation and the corrupting influence of its neighbour Russia. Two years before the attack, a Latvian journalist and politician, Grigorijs Nemcovs had been murdered in an apparent contract killing. No one has ever
1/21 On 29 March 2012 Latvian investigative journalist Leonids Jakobsons was violently attacked in Riga while he was accompanied by his eight year old son. He was shot in the face with a gas pistol and badly beaten. His son was terrified but unharmed. Reporters without Borders
2/21 condemned the assault the following day, describing it as a murder attempt, by Stephen Komarnyckyj for EU Today.
3/21 Latvian politics is still affected by the country's soviet occupation and the corrupting influence of its neighbour Russia. Two years before the attack, a Latvian journalist and politician, Grigorijs Nemcovs had been murdered in an apparent contract killing. No one has ever
You are right, Neo Rauch, the edges of our world
Blur into smoke, the sea will break against the cairn
Shadow’s dent the fisherman’s arm, and over the sleeper
The woman with lobster clawed hands will stand,
With the drumsticks forever cocked over the drum,
The man in the lime green jacket will kneel
Bearing on his back the wings of a dark angel
Children will levitate above yellowed diamonds,
And the earth will split the perfectly level grass
To reveal ochre strata, then darkness, then
Darkness… who is it with the green waistcoat
Working the bellows and whose arms sprout,
Into a sack and flute where is the landscape,
That slips in and out of perspective until
The viewer feels themselves breaking free