Friday 24 December 2010

End-year Round Up


This year I got much clearer on the corruption and incompetence of our various leaderships.  

All the information coming to me via Twitter, some great Tweeps out there, and several super blogs have helped me get a lot clearer this year, and here they are, fyi.

But first of all, a couple of websites have also been really useful, data-wise:
  • "The Spirit Level" is an excellent explanation of why social democracy, at a minimum, and re-distributive fiscal policies are pre-conditions for a semi-decent, non-barbarous society. The related website of The Equality Trust has all the data, and the principal critiques of the analysis. 
  •  False Economy also has lots of data on how and why the decision to cut rather than increase public spending will protect the wealth of a lot of already rich people, and provide massive new sources of income to others through privatisation, but not solve the underlying tensions.  It also has a great little video.
And very importantly for me personally, a friend shared a terrific paper on social democracy, by the late, much admired Tony Judt:  What is Living and What is Dead about Social Democracy.  This really clarified for me what we are fighting for right now, and the limitations of that fight.

Social Democracy (Mexico)Image via Wikipedia

Of course, this could/should be about way more than social democracy, but we've got to defend that first off.

But back to blogs ....

The brilliant and very funny Madam Miaow has done a good brief  round-up of some of the greats of the leftist blogosphere, including HarpyMarx, GaucheLaurie Penny at the New Statesman, not to mention herself of course.  And she includes fellow Orwell Prize short-listee Jack of Kent, who's so lovely and interesting we wish he was a lefty.  Madam M also mentions Dolphinarium, but she is just way too into the catholic hierarchy for me.

In addition, I keep going back to these ones :-
  • One of yer actual (former) bankers gives an inside view on what's going on via Leftbanker
  • Also, there are some very useful progressive tax blogs, which have all the counter-arguments.  I will get the links to these.  And who'da thunk that tax issues could actually be interesting?
  • Not Just the Minutiae has loads of interesting articles, videos and other bits of leftist this and that, always illuminating
  • And currently for stuff on Wikileaks, but a whole lot of other things too, you can't do better than Glenn Greenwald over there at Salon.com
  • Oh, and don't forget to check out the truly great Amy Goodman at Democracy Now VERY regularly (wish we had something like this in UK) 
And, finally, I really liked Socialist Unity's Blogging at the Crossroads.  It gives a solid overview of the status of left blogging and social media organizing just now. Very interesting, with lots of links in case, like me, you missed stuff.

I could go on and on of course .......



Friday 17 December 2010

What Jody Did Right: or talking points we could all use

The spin-doctor and the activist: analysis shows just what Ben Brown did, and just what Jody did to get all his points across successfully, even so.


On Monday 13 December blogger and activist Jody McIntyre was interviewed by Ben Brown, anchorman of the BBC's 24-Hour News.

The topic was the assault on Jody by a policeman, in which he was pulled out of his wheechair and dragged across the street while peacefully demonstrating against increases in student fees on 9th December, a short video of which incident was shown at the outset.

Across the country hundreds of thousands of us watched the interview goggle-eyed, jaws dropping to the floor as we observed the clearest possible articulation of government spin: demonise the demonstrators and avoid discussion of provokative police action (spelling intended).

It was a dismal example of the interviewer's art, and a master class on how to handle negative and manipulative questioning.

Review of the video, and the transcript, reveals that Jody stayed right on message throughout the interview, despite the slurs that characterised it.  And so did Ben, but then that's his job.

Jody's four messages could be summarised as follows - they are very good:
  • This is not an isolated incident
  • The real issue is government policy (specific details according to the topic of the demo)
  • The police strategy is to provoke violence by demonstrators (with examples)
  • The media (in this case the BBC) is supporting this strategy (with examples)

Here is the video in case you havn't seen it already.


Here's what Ben Brown did:
The nominal topic of the interview was the evident police assault on Jody (apparently perpetrated by Officer KF936 of Newington Green manor): the hook in the story was Jody's allegation that this may have been done deliberately in order to provoke violent response among the protestors, particularly so in view of his disablement.

This was political dynamite on Jody's part, I think you'll agree, which required exploration.

This was the story, and this is what Ben Brown (a professional journalist, after all) should have tested. Instead, nighmarishly, in Kafka-esque style, Brown calmly and repeatedly insinuated that in some way Jody himself had violent intent, and this legitimated the assault. 

Perhaps it was his wheelchair, Brown implied, possibly "rolling towards the police", perhaps simply Jody's being there, his revolutionary beliefs, his writings in his blog.  By various flimsy hints Brown suggested that Jody merited the assault, that the officer had behaved appropriately.  No wonder several of the comments described the interview as "shameful".

It was a very weak line of questioning to adopt as Brown manifestly had nothing to go on, so why, one wonders, would a self-respecting journalist do it? Why did he relentlessly pursue this failing line of questioning as if his job depended on it? 


He too was right on message.  And as a spin doctor, it has to be said, Ben Brown is very good indeed, very neutral-seeming. And with a lesser man than Jody it might have worked.

Of the thirteen questions put to Jody:
  • Three (23%) could have been a basis for exploring the context, as is the journalistic obligation.  However, Brown interrupted Jody’s response to two of these questions (see below), and failed to pursue the contextual issues further.
  • One question (repeated four times) addressed whether or not Jody had submitted a formal complaint (this was driven by the police press release to that effect), as if Jody's concerns about brutality were thereby rendered frivolous.
  • Six sought to smear Jody by associating him in various ways with violence.
Thus more than three quarters of Brown's questions explicitly articulated, and appeared to be consciously grounded in, what is evidently the government spin on the demos.

Brown interrupted Jody four times, and these too are instructive. Each interruption occurred when Jody was introducing his very coherent analysis of police tactics at the demonstration.  These interruptions came quite systematically, after Jody had successfully got two complete political statements past Brown.

The interrupted points were nevertheless clear, and perhaps constitute Jody's thesis.  These are what I distilled into the "talking points" above. They were:
  • his experience is not an isolated incident but part of a pattern of unprovoked police violence at demonstrations, which is grossly under-reported;
  • the real issue is not the violence but the political issues underlying all these demonstrations, namely the government policy towards the cuts;
  • the police picked on him precisely because he is disabled, and this would be more likely to inflame the protesters (as it did); and
  • there are parallels between the BBC’s marginalization of discussion of the issues underlying the demontrations with its marginalization of progressive discussion in other fora, such as Palestine in discussion of Middle East Politics.
The last point was clearly confirmed by the John Pilger documentary The War You Don't See, which by fortunate coincidence was aired the following night, making similar points on official concealment of policy (in Pilger's case, warmongering), supported by government spin (which one would expect) and biased reporting (which is unprofessional, at a minimum).  

You can see this important film here until about 14 January 2011.  In his most recent blog post (The Media's War) Jody McIntyre contrasts Pilger's principled career as a war correspondent with Ben Brown's war reporting experience as an uncritical hack embedded with the British Army in Iraq. The latter may also be examined in Ben Brown's Book:   Sandstealers: War is One Hell of a Story 

But there is more than just the wrongness of the interviewing to consider, there is the necessity of responding politically, as Jody demonstrated.


Here's what Jody did:
  • He was prepared
  • He knew exactly what he wanted to say (the talking points)
  • He said them, regardless of what he was asked
  • He knew what the main talking point was (it was a deliberate attack, part of police strategy)
  • He knew that Ben Brown was likely to blame him for the assault he had experienced, and was ready with responses to this line.
  • He responded to Brown's assertion of violent intent on his part, but did not allow this to deviate him from his message that it was the police who were violent in his case, and more generally.
  • He slapped down the interviewer early on ("I am surprised that you have just tried to ...), asserting himself, forcing Brown to become more extreme and ridiculous.
  • He stayed calm (no matter what)
Then of course there were the indefinables - his "presence" on the screen, his charisma, his evident courage and integrity.  All critical to the message.

But there are also two elephants in this room, which we really need to think about more explicitly than we are at the moment.

What really is the BBC's role?

This situation is clarifying the BBC's multi-layered role in the dissemination of the government perspective.  Jody's interview is only a particularly egregious example of a widely observable, and hardening, bias towards the presentation of information that tends to support the ConDem plans for the cuts (that is, to inflate public anxiety about the deficit and divert it into acceptance of a long-desired but not financially necessary re-structuring and partial dismantling of the Welfare State, leading inescapably to greater inequality).  The demonstrations that we have seen so far, and which will continue, are consistently in defense of the Welfare State and to maximise equality in all social indicators


This bias is expressed in two ways, it seems to me. First in failure to explore equivalently the several alternative approaches to the deficit and the position of those who support these alternatives.  Secondly, this bias is  expressed in demonising those who legitimately criticise and peacefully demonstrate. This interview is a perfect example of both of these, most obviously in the attempt to demonise Jody, and flip responsibility for the incident to him, and away from the police officer.  For many, this long term and currently intensifying role of the BBC as state propagandist has been masked or tolerated because of the quality of the programming.  However, such self-deception is becoming less and less tenable.

Part of the mix must be Murdoch and SkyCorp, and there seems to be some kind of Faustian pact to sustain the BBC's broadcasting pre-eminence only at the cost of a closer adherence to Murdochian priorities. I keep thinking of the BBC Director-General walking into No. 10 on the very first day of the LibDem government, only the second appointment in the Prime Minister's diary, even as the first, Rupert Murdoch, slipped un-noticed out of the back door.  And Coulson's presence in the Prime Minister's office must mean that the pact, if such there be, can be closely enforced.


(Update: on 18th December we had the astonishing situation of Director General Thompson advocating a greater role for Fox News in UK broadcasting (owned of course by Murdoch), because the BBC and other should not have "a monopoly"of the airwaves.  This on the very day that the New York Times was reporting that, in the US at least, news tends to disseminate disinformation, the more news people watch the more disinformed they are, and that viewers of Fox News are the most disinformed of all.)


There is question as to whether such a pact, if it exists, makes a substantive difference to the BBC content.  I would say that it is more a matter of degree that actual difference.  The objective relationship  with the state is there, and no doubt there are struggles over it within the BBC (and if so we can hope for leaks in due course). But there does seem to have been a rightward movement in BBC news and comment in particular, whether derived from normal government pressure or an intensified form of it will require research.  At the very least one would think that ConDem pressure is greatly enhanced and focused by spinmeister Coulson in the Prime Minister's office, and reduces the elbow-room of those within the BBC who might otherwise choose to include a wider range of material.

Are the BBC journalists briefed on the governments spin strategy? Are they provided with the messages, as CNN journalists were by the Israeli government during the 2006 invasion of the West Bank? (Democracy Now has a recording of this somewhere).  This is normal practice on a range of issues, and there is no reason to believe that it is not taking place with regard to the anti-cuts campaigns.  I hope that a future leak or leaks will prove it.

I hope also that media monitors are tracking the BBC's apparently intensifying role in advancing the government's line on the cuts, perhaps in the semi-quantitative manner that I have attempted here, and look forward very much to hearing what they have to say.

What really is the police role?
Are undercover police at work among the demonstrators, as one would expect and was admitted by the Met in November 2009 after the G20 demonstrations (Guardian).  More seriously, are any of the violent individuals seen so prominently on television in fact infiltrated thugs? Agents provocateurs?  There is no evidence of this so far, and I have seen no discussion of it,  but it is a question that must at least be asked, and I am staying tuned.  

Furthermore, we need to know who it was who assaulted Jody (and more than one officer seems to have been involved), what group or groups within the police force, covert or otherwise, they belong to, and what training they have received.
    But all in all, it has to be said, this radical, principled, tough and savvy young man, Jody McIntyre, 20 years old, has shown us all how to handle media bias. 

    Tuesday 23 November 2010

    Some thoughts on thought Itself, in poem and painting


    The older I get the more I find myself lost in thought, and very pleasant it is too.  So it was a joy to find my feelings about it so well described in two different media, separated by 2000 years: a poem by D.H Lawrence, and a fresco by an unknown artist in Pompeii.


    I love this poem;  both thought-provoking, and straight out provoking.  

    Thought:  by D.H. Lawrence
    Thought, I love thought.
    But not the jiggling and twisting of already existent ideas
    I despise that self-important game.

    Thought is the welling up of unknown life into consciousness,
    Thought is the testing of statements on the touchstone of the conscience,
    Thought is gazing on to the face of life, and reading what can be read,
    Thought is pondering over experience, and coming to a conclusion.
    Thought is not a trick, or an exercise, or a set of dodges,
    Thought is a man in his wholeness, wholly attending.


    See what I mean?  Hopelessly flawed!  Banal and arrogant in the opening, betraying the very self-importance that he disavows, followed by soaring and beautiful descriptions of inner experience in the middle, and an ending which I (not a man) find highly affronting, and at the same time totally descriptive of exactly what happens to a person lost in thought.  Most provoking.  But I love it even so.


    I also love, perhaps even more, the way in which this ancient artist has captured exactly the same moment of full engagement, of gazing into the middle distance, but without a touch of self-importance.



    c. 50Sapho (?).  Pompei.  


    In fact, I'm finding this really a haunting picture, of the moments, perhaps long moments, before writing.


    __________________


    You may also enjoy The Gift.  It, too, includes a quote about the inner person, and if I remember rightly was also dogged by inappropriate use of the masculine pronoun.  Although there I did not resist the temptation to excise it.




    Friday 29 October 2010

    The Dog Jed

    Dog-lovers among you will know that the Lurcher is a breed of exceptional charm and sweetness.  Not only very fast, but very calm and easy-going.

    And of his peers, Jed must be as far out on the well-adjusted end of the personality spectrum as it is possible to get.

    Although more of a cat-person myself, Jed is one of my all-time favourite characters, and I am totally happy to be his companion for a few weeks while his owners are elsewhere.

    Here he is, brindled, smooth-haired and calm, and, it has to be said, distinctly micro-cephalic, resting quietly behind the sofa.



    The reason for his lovely nature is said to be that the life he leads corresponds almost exactly with that for which he was bred, and the Lurcher is a runner.

    Caught here in a rare moment of stillness as he waits to go through the kissing-gate, you can see that Jed is not so much small-headed as big-bodied, with strong, muscular legs and shoulders, and above all a huge chest to accommodate the pump and bellows needed to keep his muscles supplied with everything  they need, often at very short notice.


    Derived from the Greyhound, dog of the aristocracy and forbidden to the poor (thus did the rich seek to appropriate to themselves the free goods of the forest), the Lurcher was bread essentially for poaching, mainly by Travellers.  Lur means "thief" in Romany, and I like to think that they used the term ironically.

    Be that as it may, Jed loves nothing more than chasing hare and rabbit, squirrel and deer over open ground. He is delighted by all the scents of woodland, but is in his element where he can run completely free.

    He walks and runs daily over the rolling open fields of the Weald of Kent, which is scattered with copse and woodland full of the creatures he is hard-wired to pursue.  These not infrequently venture into the open, and he, being a sight-hound, can see them from a very great distance.  I'm glad to say, despite his speed, they usually make it back to cover well before he reaches them.

    Nevertheless, he has so much fun causing mayhem in the rodentine and ruminant communities around that he never seems disappointed. Perhaps he is just suffused with endorphins. Perhaps he knows instinctively, as part of his inner balance, that its the journey, not the destination, that counts in life.

    I have tried to take photos of him doing what he loves best, but either I or my camera just aren't up to it:  this is what I got.







    Oh well ......

    Pity about the jump especially.  Like most hunting dogs, he can clear a five-bar gate like a cricket.

    In many ways Jed lives in a doggie time-warp, rarely seeing roads and traffic, rarely in places he does not know, and almost always close to his owner, whether striding field and hedgerow or sitting not far apart while one works, the other dreams.

    When not outdoors he is generally in his much-loved basket, where with blanket and a chewy toy or two he seems to achieve a zen-like state of contentment:-

    ....  through quiet contemplation,



    ... a little side snoozing ..



    ...some front snoozing ...



    sometimes a bit of back snoozing for a change (he really is asleep here),



    and Yoga



    Thus does this gentle and disarming creature spend his pleasant days.

    And among the best of his several gifts to me is that of a sufficient amount of exercise.

    I have been for many weeks curtailing my daily walks due to joint pain.  But, forced by his need to expend energy, I have been walking at least two hours daily, sometimes more, and the pain apparently is no more, within a very few days.

    This is a very welcome change.

    So I will continue to re-learn from Jed the joy of walking, although I doubt you'll see me, cricket-like, clear fence or gate in a single bound.

    But stay tuned.  You never know.  Life is full of surprises.





    Saturday 2 October 2010

    Hitch and Fry the Vatican

    Stephen Fry and Christopher Hitchens, I salute you!

    The BBC World Service's Intelligence Squared Debate: The Catholic Church is a Force for Good in the World took place almost a year ago - in November 2009.

    Its protagonists were:
    For the motion - Archbishop John Onaiyekan of Abuja, former Conservative MP Anne Widdicom; seriously outgunned by, against the motion -  commentators Christopher Hitchens and Stephen Fry


    Stephen Fry and Christopher Hitchens oppose th...Image via Wikipedia

    Hitch and Fry comprehensively, systematically and courageously express my own scepticism in general, and disgust at the Vatican, its hierarchy and its flying monkeys in particular.

    Although neither new nor timely, and already available in all the usual places, I am posting their remarks because I agree totally with them on this.

    The older I get the more anti-clerecist (sp?) I become

    It is really good to see the mysticism and obscurantism, not to mention the moral and legal criminality, of this dangerous and extremely worldly structure (regardless of whether its spiritual teachings are true or not) so directly and comprehensively hollowed out by rationality. 

    Good that it was broadcast world-wide by the Beeb.  I hope that it gets many repeats.






    Wednesday 15 September 2010

    Stand By Me

    This is a shout-out and great big thank you to Andrew and Jilly, Fran and Peter, Stephanie and John. Thanks for standing by!  Love you all.

    And for the rest of us, its another opportunity to listen to this wonderful arrangement of a wonderful song.



    Tuesday 14 September 2010

    A Stroke of Insight, and the Whole Free Person

    This video is really interesting and moving on right-brain/left brain interaction, consciousness, creativity and the whole free person.

    The balance between our impulse to control, and our ability to appreciate the marvelous current moment.

    I especially like the descriptions of what it feels like when your right brain really kicks in!

    Well known, and quite important.





    Ron Howard wants to make a movie of it, with Jodie Foster.  I wish he wouldn't

    Sunday 12 September 2010

    A Poem for 9/11 by Emmanuel Ortiz


    In response to my last posting, of Ani DiFranco's 9/11 poem "Self Evident", I received the following from a friend in India, which is a far more comprehensive and damming indictment. 

    I am very grateful that she took the trouble to send it to me.

    I feel chastened that I did not know about this poem, here where I sit "somewhere within the pillars of power", but am very, very glad to put it here.


    A Moment of Silence Before I Start this Poem, by Emmanuel Ortiz
    Originally published in Mostly Water

    Before I begin this poem, I’d like to ask you to join me in a moment of silence in honor of those who died in the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11th, 2001.

    I would also like to ask you to offer up a moment of silence for all of those who have been harassed, imprisoned, disappeared, tortured, raped, or killed in retaliation for those strikes, for the victims in Afghanistan, Iraq, in the U.S., and throughout the world.

    And if I could just add one more thing…

    A full day of silence… for the tens of thousands of Palestinians who have died at the hands of U.S.-backed Israeli forces over decades of occupation.

    Six months of silence… for the million and-a-half Iraqi people, mostly children, who have died of malnourishment or starvation as a result of a 12-year U.S. embargo against the country.
    …And now, the drums of war beat again.

    Before I begin this poem, two months of silence… for the Blacks under Apartheid in South Africa, where “homeland security” made them aliens in their own country

    Nine months of silence… for the dead in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, where death rained down and peeled back every layer of concrete, steel, earth and skin, and the survivors went on as if alive.

    A year of silence… for the millions of dead in Viet Nam —a people, not a war—for those who know a thing or two about the scent of burning fuel, their relatives bones buried in it, their babies born of it.

    Two months of silence… for the decades of dead in Colombia, whose names, like the corpses they once represented, have piled up and slipped off our tongues.

    Before I begin this poem,
    Seven days of silence… for El Salvador
    A day of silence… for Nicaragua
    Five days of silence… for the Guatemaltecos
    None of whom ever knew a moment of peace in their living years.
    45 seconds of silence… for the 45 dead at Acteal, Chiapas…
    1,933 miles of silence… for every desperate body
    That burns in the desert sun
    Drowned in swollen rivers at the pearly gates to the Empire’s underbelly,
    A gaping wound sutured shut by razor wire and corrugated steel.

    25 years of silence… for the millions of Africans who found their graves far deeper in the ocean than any building could poke into the sky.

    For those who were strung and swung from the heights of sycamore trees
    In the south… the north… the east… the west…
    There will be no dna testing or dental records to identify their remains.

    100 years of silence… for the hundreds of millions of indigenous people
    From this half of right here,
    Whose land and lives were stolen,
    In postcard-perfect plots like Pine Ridge, Wounded Knee, Sand Creek, Fallen Timbers, or the Trail of Tears
    Names now reduced to innocuous magnetic poetry on the refrigerator of our consciousness…

    From somewhere within the pillars of power
    You open your mouths to invoke a moment of our silence
    And we are all left speechless,
    Our tongues snatched from our mouths,
    Our eyes stapled shut.

    A moment of silence,
    And the poets are laid to rest,
    The drums disintegrate into dust.
    Before I begin this poem,
    You want a moment of silence…

    You mourn now as if the world will never be the same
    And the rest of us hope to hell it won’t be.
    Not like it always has been.
    …Because this is not a 9-1-1 poem
    This is a 9/10 poem,
    It is a 9/9 poem,
    A 9/8 poem,
    A 9/7 poem…
    This is a 1492 poem.
    This is a poem about what causes poems like this to be written.
    And if this is a 9/11 poem, then
    This is a September 11th 1973 poem for Chile.
    This is a September 12th 1977 poem for Steven Biko in South Africa.
    This is a September 13th 1971 poem for the brothers at Attica Prison, New York.
    This is a September 14th 1992 poem for the people of Somalia.

    This is a poem for every date that falls to the ground amidst the ashes of amnesia.
    This is a poem for the 110 stories that were never told,
    The 110 stories that history uprooted from its textbooks
    The 110 stories that that cnn, bbc, The New York Times, and Newsweek ignored.

    This is a poem for interrupting this program.
    This is not a peace poem,
    Not a poem for forgiveness.
    This is a justice poem,
    A poem for never forgetting.
    This is a poem to remind us
    That all that glitters
    Might just be broken glass.
    And still you want a moment of silence for the dead?

    We could give you lifetimes of empty:
    The unmarked graves,
    The lost languages,
    The uprooted trees and histories,
    The dead stares on the faces of nameless children…
    Before I start this poem we could be silent forever
    Or just long enough to hunger,
    For the dust to bury us
    And you would still ask us
    For more of our silence.

    So if you want a moment of silence
    Then stop the oil pumps
    Turn off the engines, the televisions
    Sink the cruise ships
    Crash the stock markets
    Unplug the marquee lights
    Delete the e-mails and instant messages
    Derail the trains, ground the planes.
    If you want a moment of silence, put a brick through the window
    of Taco Bell
    And pay the workers for wages lost.

    Tear down the liquor stores,
    The townhouses, the White Houses, the jailhouses, the Penthouses
    and the Playboys.

    If you want a moment of silence,
    Then take it
    On Super Bowl Sunday,
    The Fourth of July,
    During Dayton’s 13 hour sale,
    The next time your white guilt fills the room where my beautiful brown people have gathered.
    You want a moment of silence
    Then take it
    Now,
    Before this poem begins.
    Here, in the echo of my voice,
    In the pause between goosesteps of the second hand,
    In the space between bodies in embrace,

    Here is your silence.
    Take it.
    Take it all.
    But don’t cut in line.
    Let your silence begin at the beginning of crime.
    And we,
    Tonight,
    We will keep right on singing
    For our dead.








    Emmanuel Ortiz is a third-generation Chicano/Puerto Rican/Irish-American community organizer and spoken word poet. He is the author of a chapbook of poems, The Word Is a Machete (self-published, 2003), and coeditor of Under What Bandera?: Anti-War Ofrendas from Minnesota y Califas (Calaca Press, 2004). He is a founding member of Palabristas: Latin@ Word Slingers, a collective of Latin@ poets in Minnesota. Emmanuel has lived in Minneapolis, Minnesota; Oakland, California; and the Arizona/Mexico border. He currently lives in Fort Wayne, Indiana, the “buckle of the Bible Belt,” with his two dogs, Nogi and Cuca. In his spare time, he enjoys guacamole, soccer, and naps.

    _______________

    in the dark times
    Will there also be singing?
    Yes, there will also be singing
    about the dark times. 

    - Bertolt Brecht

    Saturday 11 September 2010

    A Poem for 9/11. by Ani DiFranco




    Even more angry, and even more righteous, is "A Moment of Silence Before I Read this Poem" by activist Emmanuel Ortiz.  Check it out, if you havn't already.

    "A Moment of Silence Before I Read this Poem"

    Monday 6 September 2010

    A Journey to the Crime Section.


    Tony Blair: war criminal, carpetbagger and pariah.

    Spend a few subversive minutes in any bookshop moving his tiresome memoire to the crime section, where it belongs.

    Better yet: to the criminology or criminal psychology sections as well, if they have them.

    You'll feel quite a lot better, and be joining a growing movement.

    I like the collage effect of this group of linked titles in Waterstones, Piccadilly.  Unfortunately a book called "Mass Murder" was not in stock.



    Further mischief, this time more hastily executed











    So, the smirking little rat chickened out of the 8th. September book signing at Waterstones in Piccadilly AND his "secret" drinkies with a few "friends" at the Tate Modern, because of the threat of more demonstrations.  

    Kudos to the demonstrators in Dublin for drawing a line in the sand.

    Shame on the Tate, prostituting itself yet again (remember the BP party?)

    It's good that he's been intimidated by these demonstrations, but I would love to have seen him hit by a shoe.  Particularly fitting.

    Facebook Page:  Subversively Move Blair's Book Into the Crime Section

    Facebook Page:  Kate O'Sullivan is a Legend (citizen arrest in Dublin)

    Citizen's Arrest:  Find out how to conduct a citizen's arrest of Blair, and claim your prize

    Let him know we don't want him at any price.





    And this is a lovely poem.  Well done Julia Brosnan.



    Thursday 2 September 2010

    The Needy Blogger



    I get a lot of tweets about blogs that give advice on how to be a blogger with loads of followers.

    I know they are all really quite self-referential, but I have to admit I've read quite a few, just in case ...... 

    And this is what I've learned, pretty much.




    cartoon from www.weblogcartoons.com



    But the main message I'm getting from all these blogs about blogging is this:



    cartoon from www.weblogcartoons.com


    The cartoons are by Dave Walker. Find more cartoons you can freely re-use on your blog at We Blog Cartoons.



    P.S.  Please link to me.




    Sunday 29 August 2010

    A Churchyard in Surrey


    Paradoxically perhaps, as a non-believer, I love churches.  Especially parish churches.

    It's the history I think (you don't have to look far to find centuries of evolving social relations), and the quiet atmosphere, together with the astonishing achievements of art and architecture all around, not to mention feats of engineering - often entirely by hand.

    And the complex web of human and spiritual longings that they embody is always moving.




    Anyway, I rarely miss an opportunity to visit one.

    This little town, Farnham, had all its religious bases covered by the early-mid 12th century. The Bishop's Castle was on the hill, from which the whole valley could be controlled, and St. Andrew's was there on its knoll by the river, close to (and no doubt protecting) the muddy track between the two power centres of London and Winchester. The hamlet of a few hundred people was safely tucked between church and castle.


    SU8346 : Farnham view by Richard Croft
    View of St. Andrew's Church from the Bishop's Castle
    © Copyright Richard Croft and licensed for reuse under this Creative Commons Licence


    View of Bishops Castle from the St. Andrews Church Tower.


    The church overlooked the ford in the river and another track, this time across the water-meadows to  Waverley Abbey, just down stream, where a small band of Cistercian monks were living their work-filled lives.


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    That knoll above the ford, safe from the regular flooding of the water meadows, was noted long before as a strategic point.  There had been a wooden church on the site in Saxon times, and the earliest use of the town's name, deriving from the swampy, reedy character of the landscape (fen and fearn have the same root), was in a deed from Caedwalla, King of the West Saxons, "to Cedd, Cissa and the Christians" for a "monisterium" to be established on the site, way back in 688.

    So it's pretty old.

    Whatever its origins, there have been many re-constructions and additions over the years, and the church has become an imposing building, the largest parish church in Surrey.  It is not particularly distinguished as churches go, pleasant more than beautiful, and  "violently restored" (Pevsner) by the Victorians.  Nevertheless, it is built of the local chalk-stone, which is a gorgeous soft creamy colour, and a recent renovation has been highly successful, giving it a particularly lovely internal space.  




    And like all parish churches, it has many charming details

    For example, it is approached from the north along Church Passage, which features the lovely ironstone cobbling typical of the area, with cart tracks.




    And several other delights, such as this brass plaque among the cobbles.  Not bad for a drain cover.


    Reflected sunlight on the aged wall



    Memories of an ancient pub



    And a traditional half-round wall heading




    The graveyard is expansive




    And somewhat parklike



    With plenty of graves (of course), great and small



    Some are quite grand, for a country town



    Not all are well-cared for, or perhaps they were the targets of grave-robbers in days gone by.....



    Some are in damp corners, shiny when wet, and mossy



    Most are subsiding, worn and covered in lichen so you can't read the inscriptions.



    And some have simply gone to the wall



    But one of the town's greatest sons, William Cobbet, that vigorous iconoclast, rural reformer and corn law repealer is there.  He died in 1835.

    And it looks as though they popped in a couple of other family members as well.  I like that.  Cottage Economy.







    I particularly like the well-used paths, with their combination of old flag stones and ironstone cobble.  There are several of these - the churchyard is, naturally enough, at the junction of some of the many footways that criss-cross the town.  Quite a few people use it as a short-cut: I do myself, almost every day.  In this simple way the church is a real part of the everyday secular life of the town.



    This is the Old Rectory


    It looks like a gingerbread house. It has been here since before the Reformation.



    You enter the church through this exceptionally attractive porch.  The stone wall has been replaced with glass to let more light in.



    Inside, the Church is cool and quiet, with the usual churchy stillness that I love so much



    In accordance with modern practice, the fixed old wooden pews have been removed, allowing for more flexible seating arrangements. Although more modern, it is likely that this is closer to the use of space in the earliest years of the church, when people stood to worship, and also used to space to store equipment for market day, to shelter their cattle, and in emergencies even lived there.

    Simple and attractive georgian-style pavillions have been built at the back of the nave for various community uses.  It has full wheelchair access, and altogether is a very pleasant space.



    There is the usual collection of elaborate and complacent memorials to several centuries of local dignitaries: baronets, merchants, colonial administrators and generals who died in foreign wars. Many of these plaques remain in their usual spots around the walls of the church, but some have been attractively gathered together in the tower.  Unfortunately most are too high to read, thwarting one of the greatest pleasures of church-visiting.  



    But some of these plaques are simple and dignified, like this one to William Cobbett



    And this one, to George Sturt, disciple of William Morris (and perhaps like him an atheist and socialist) and a member of the Arts and Crafts Movement.  The plaque was carved by the iconic and controversial Eric Gill.




    And this one




    All in all, I like this church and its environs very much.  Its simple, its peaceful and its unpretentious.  And I like how the steeple can be glimpsed from all over the town, up many streets and courts and alleyways.






    From across the water-meadows



    And even from across what used to be the Hyde Field, and is now the Waitrose car park.




    And this, on a notice-board, shows that the Parish Council is not immune from worldly limitations, and is  blessed with the gift of irony.


    Dave Walker.  www.cartoonchurch.com


    Nice!


    A terrific study of the role of a church and its priest in the life of a pre-reformation village is: The Voices of Morebath: Reformation and rebellion in an English Village by Eamonn Duffy.  Totally readable and wonderful.

    There is also The Rev Robo's 1935 study of mediaeval Farnham, drawn from the Bishop's pipe-rolls.  Interesting, but not quite so readable.

    St. Andrew's, Farnham