Category Archives: totality integrity


Publishing looks after its tools, the words and structures that make up every published thing.  Languages are respected, both the academized and street-credited.  Disdained locutions are given a solidity to test their purpose and utility, the time-tested texts kept exercised and polished-up to act as textural support for what’s to come.

Words and the ways they are used are the core of publishing, and the rest stems from there. Worth pursuing the idea, to try to ordinate what publishing is for, using words because they are good words.

Another word: punctatim.

The point of publishing has one final point.


A cyberpunk future of the book is controlled, less lawless than a mainstream view of counter-comfort suggests. Not moving fast enough to keep ahead of the trackers with un-put-offable scent, genomes, DNA and behavioural profiles, it’s easy to discover a way to stress your better side.

But the dark side must be nurtured.  Secreting the tools and outputs of publishing, journals under pillows, printing press and paper concealed in barns and sewers, pockets full of ideas, memory sticks in secret places, passed from hand to hand and self-destructing if you choose not to accept the mission.

Dangerous times for publishing, establishing self-respect and purpose, making opposition worth it, one step at a time, gingerly, with a confident smile.


Buying local, reading global, taking opportunities to taste and savour, makes reading central to a grounded cosmopolitanism.  All regions attract visitors, friends and foes, predatory species and dangerous drones.  Island culture is culture in danger.

If it’s from there, it doesn’t mean having to go there.  When publishing becomes an instrument of global power and cultural persuasion, give the scales a nudge back to balance, encourage the flagging, make judgments warily.  Too much dashing is dangerous.

Tracking origins and tracking originality isn’t always necessary or possible, and high-end value tends to become less personal, hidden behind corporate instruments and anonymity, like the distant bidders at global art auctions.


Publishing is creativity, originality, industry, conviction: a conviction that is properly whole, complete, pure, entire and chaste, not a pressured compulsion of prostituted necessity.  The goal of publishing to be sound, moral, and virtuous is worthy.  Deconstruct the concatenation of the acceptable.

Make anything, read anything. Make it and read it anywhere, fearlessly, with no judgments of publishers for what they publish or of readers for what they read; no spying on cover or content.

Trust writers; value their oddities; defend fecklessness and disdain for fearful thoughts.  Take all that can be given by the published, not worrying too much.


Ethics in academic publishing are clearly seen in terms of plagiarism, attribution, and things that otherwise might be just good manners, self-respect, honesty, right. This is only the start with ethics, a recognizable humanity that is never rightly an imposition, enforced or convention signed up to.  Plain honesty needs a place in publishing.

All publishing must show more than a pretty moral stance or manufactured goal. Internalized and unquestioned values are to be expected

The things that need regulation are already out of control, and require the indignant and determined conviction of everyone around, not just the long stop of regulation.


People are the publishing profession, its integrity, esprit de corps, corporate values, guilds, unions, industry organizations. With history semi-buried and devalued, it rushes with the technology, wants to stay upright at all times.  This feat is not achieved and progress stalls because of abused substances, weariness or a violent push in the back, side or front.

Politics, economics and managerialism curdle the ethical mix. The pressure of power, emboldened by validated distrust of words, rents the golden threaded raiment.

Toadyism doesn’t lend itself to the promotion of integrity and human worth.  People must be grafted into the heart of publishing and toads kept out of the driving seat and the middle of the road.


Points mean prizes.  They are a way of totting up advantage, measuring approval or support, and distinguishing between things of superficially similar value or utility.  But wizarding up a golden prize is not the only purpose.

The value carried in the process of exchange is not the value to the reader, or the value to the author, or to all those who can benefit from a system based on fair dealing.

The affirmation of value also includes publishing’s control of explosive power, the direction of a detonation, hitting a point of weakness, making a breakthrough.  And what it does in victory or defeat.

When fair dealing stops, value is turned to salt.


How much stuff publishing uses every day: trees, pulp, paper, power to process and to print, the natural materials and synthetic chemicals used.  The effect on people, peoples and the planet continues when minerals are extracted for technology components, and energy splurged on machines and their maintenance.

Not enough moves are made to control the waste from publishing, its products and its media platforms; not enough control of overproduction; too many bits of kit and unread pages litter dumping grounds around the world.

Suspicious of sustainability rhetoric, conscience battles with commerce with lesser urgency as each year’s climate springs new surprises.


The idea that it is a means to an end can be lost when there’s a possibility of publishing it all.  This infinite instrumentality can be an excuse for avoiding the duty to make choices, use judgment, and stand firm, but it doesn’t exonerate the profession from the effects of choice, or take away from the powerful agency of publishing.

Total publishing is not an option. The effect of infinite archiving, amassing, hoarding and cornucopia spilling is undiscriminating and becomes overwhelming, as each edition brings a new thing into existence.

Publishing makes copies available, but it cannot copy everything.