Bücher von Rob Hunter

This book builds on the recent revival of interest in Marx and Marxism, calling for a renewal and refinement of Marxist state theory. It aims to provoke and encourage new debates and critiques that build on--but also update and extend--the rich tradition of Marxist analyses of the capitalist state, including the well-known debates of the 1970s. The chapters present a dynamic and diverse constellation of arguments and perspectives on a range of topics, from general re-appraisals of the capitalist state to investigations of contemporary challenges--including digitalisation, the ecological crisis, the coronavirus pandemic, social reproduction, and critical political economy. What they share is a commitment to an understanding of the specifically capitalist character of the modern state and its significance for any serious discussion of the causes of our current age of global catastrophe and the overcoming of capitalist social relations.

Those living in Vermont can easily identify with Rob Hunter's poems in his newest book, Wild in the Dawn. Humorous, eloquent, realistic, they portray the small dramas of day-to-day life in a town surrounded by mountains, forest, and their animal inhabitants. If nature is always present, so are people, and often there is tension between the two. Yet these poems are not confined to place, as they touch on universal subjects such as love, beauty, loss. Something memorable is encapsulated in every ending stanza. All speak to our humanity, all satisfy.-Alice Wolf Gilborn author of Apples & StonesThese poems startle one with their certain honesty and humane gravity. All the small fears and daily events that engulf us are here. A torrent of visions and dreams broken in the cold dawn of mice and crow. Houses that are homes and the home that is our body. These poems are not simply to visit, but to inhabit. Rob Hunter makes you welcome.-Greg Joly author of Village Limits

Lechery, debauchery, total annihilation, blood and mud-the usual stuff as two prime movers contend for power. Not power to do anything in particular-threaten, coerce, destroy: illuminate a city, tighten the skeins of a siege engine, or wind up the bowels of a child's clockwork toy-just power to have around. Just in case. Just the familiar, reassuring bulge of potential, there to quiet unease was not much to ask. But who to ask? -The Return of the Orange Virgin from Platterland