Sunday, 30 November 2008

'My Appeal Is To The Working Class'


Today is St Andrew's Day and what I'd like to see raised above the tartan kitsch, the Kailyaird cosiness, the shortbread-box couthiness, is the memory of the life and death of John MacLean who died, aged 44, on this day eighty-five years ago. A Glasgow schoolteacher of Highland ancestry, he took Marx to the workers, fought against the imperialists' war in 1914 and went to an early grave as a result of the brutal treatment he received in prison. The people in their thousands demanded and got his release but it was too late to save his health. Here is part of his speech from the dock at his trial in May 1918:
"I wish no harm to any human being, but I, as one man, am going to exercise my freedom of speech. No human being on the face of the earth, no government is going to take from me my right to speak, my right to protest against wrong, my right to do everything that is for the benefit of mankind. I am not here, then as the accused; I am here as the accuser of Capitalism dripping with blood from head to foot."

Friday, 28 November 2008

Tell Sid

At the time the Grantham Gargoyle was selling off the nationalised utilities, I recall some poor, deluded creature being interviewed for TV news and rejoicing that now she would be able to control her gas bills. Ha! It's not simply my fuel bill direct debits doubling this month [in spite of my being in credit] that makes me want to see the utilities returned to the people, just a sense of natural justice and a horrible awareness that many more old people will die this winter to feed the avarice of shareholders, COEs and executives.

Thursday, 27 November 2008

Steven Taylor The Diggers Song

A follow-on from memories of being unemployed, homeless and squatting back in the day.

Wednesday, 26 November 2008

No Squeaking Pips


Lucy Parsons, the African-American anarchist, co-founder of the IWW, once told the assembled Wobs, 'Never be deceived into thinking that the rich will permit you to vote away their wealth.'

Tuesday, 25 November 2008

We Have Been Here Before...


John Clare writes to his local newspaper...
"Amidst all this stir about taxation and tythes and agricultural distress are the poor to receive corresponding benefits they have been told so I know but it is not the first time they have heard that and been dissapointed when the tax was taken from leather they was told they should have shoes for nothing and they heard the parliment speeches of patriots as the forthcoming prophecys of a political millenium but their hopes were soon frost bitten for the tax has long vanished and the price of shoes remains just were it did nay I believe they are a trifle dearer then they was then--thats the only difference then there was a hue and cry about taking off the duty of Sp[i]rituous liquors and the best Gin was to be little more in price than small beer the poor man shook his head over such speeches and looking at his shoes had no faith to believe any more of these cheap wonders so he was not disappointed in finding gin as dear as ever...."

Monday, 24 November 2008

'Celebrity', In The Jungle, Terpsichorean Or Otherwise

I admire the work of Thomas Pynchon, though even that admiration couldn't take me more than 200 pages into his latest novel, and I admire even more his refusal to play up to the febrile and fatuous notion of 'celebrity' which dominates our world. Anent which I came across this which amused me:
"Pynchon simply chooses not to be a public figure, an attitude that resonates on a frequency so out of phase with that of the prevailing culture that if Pynchon and Paris Hilton were ever to meet--the circumstances, I admit, are beyond imagining--the resulting matter/anti-matter explosion would vaporise everything from here to Tau Ceti."

Sunday, 23 November 2008

Anno Domini


As I am now a mere three months away from the bus-pass I find it hard to believe that 30 years ago I was living in this central London squat: that hair, those flares, that waistline.... 'Stand up now, Diggers all, stand up now!'

Saturday, 22 November 2008

Edith Piaf- Le ça ira-1953

Further to yesterday's post anent the flaunters of wealth at Dubai here is Edith Piaf, in a rather hammy 1953 movie, giein' it laldy.....

Friday, 21 November 2008

'Qu'ils Mangent De La Brioche'


Just when it seemed impossible for our consumer whore of a society to flaunt its obscene inequalities as it was wont to do of old, frugality being, we're told, the new black, there was this atrocity in today's paper: "£13.5m party thought to be the most costly in history." In Dubai a new hotel, with a £16,900 a night price tag, was opened at revolting cost and in a style that was reminiscent of the Cena Trimalchionis [ nearly £5m went on fireworks, a pod of 24 dolphins was brought in for the party]. While 'the A-list stars drank champagne at the most expensive private celebration the world has ever seen, locals were forced to display special passes or tenancy contracts to gain access to their homes...' and throughout the world people are starving to death, homeless, enslaved, exploited. At some formal ball in a Mayfair hotel a few decades back Class War demonstrated outside with a banner reading "Behold Your Future Executioners." A pity that something similar wasn't organised in Dubai. Ça ira...

Thursday, 20 November 2008

Larkhall

Peter Nardini with the last word on Scottish sectarianism.

Tuesday, 18 November 2008

Jings!

In the new branch library on the scheme and noted the 'Classic Fiction' section had on prominent display, covers facing readers as opposed to spines, the following line up: Nineteen Eighty-Four, Naked Lunch, The Outsider, A Clockwork Orange, On The Road. Reminded me of the old line about Leonard Cohen albums: a free razor blade with every copy.....

Monday, 17 November 2008

Great Wrath

You don't have to be a Daily Heil reader to feel fizzing anger at some little scrote scrawling graffiti on a newly opened public facility. You just have to believe that there is such a thing as society and to have grown up in a community where people respected the 'public thing', the res publica. Fume.

Sunday, 16 November 2008

Manifestación de CNT del primero de mayo en Madrid

Lots of Spanish with no subtitles but worth persevering with to get a sense of the event which I alluded to in yesterday's post.

Saturday, 15 November 2008

General Crisis

85 years ago today the Germany currency collapsed, 4.2 trillion marks buying just one US dollar. It looks as if we are all, apart from the extremely wealthy who have been protected, and enabled to carry out their piratical activity, by almost thirty years of Thatcherism in its various guises, in for a bumpy ride in the near future and the powers-that-be do not convince me that they know what they are doing. Or rather they do, and I don't like what that is: they're shoring up capitalism at any price [a price payable by the rest of us in immediate job losses--17,000 notched up this week alone--, cuts in public services, eventual tax rises for those who can't afford them while the non-doms continue to escape, and worse], ensuring that bankers can live to draw their disgusting bonuses again. And a 'return to normal' promised as if it was a good thing. What to do? Here's Rudolf Rocker, secretary of the International Workingmen's Association, addressing the CNT congress in Spain in 1931:

'The greatest danger facing the CNT today is the democratic danger. The Republic offers workers the promise of improvements that are impossible to obtain within the capitalist regime. And there is the risk that the masses will accept its promises. But you already know that democracies only sustain the old capitalist apparatus, not destroy it. They only plan to improve capitalism and, when the workers accept their pledges, they are diverted from their real path. Therefore the danger to Spanish anarcho-syndicalists is the likely diversion of workers towards Republican democracy. Possibilities unsuspected until now are opening up daily before the global proletariat. But we have to work quickly, energetically, and courageously to seize them. The workers have to fight for the realization of their aspirations, which are nothing other than establishing libertarian communism through social revolution.'

My italics, as they say, as I think that is the only answer to the latest of the grotesque crises to spring from the rampant greed-and-envy machine that is globalised capitalism. It'll be a sair fecht here, of course, as we don't have the politicised and educated union numbers that the CNT had back in the day, or has now if it comes to that: anyone who took part in the embarrassment that was this year's May Day march in Edinburgh and who then saw on the internet the manifestacion put on by the CNT in Madrid would realise what a strong, militant and politically committed turn-out looked like. That's what will be needed, though, to make a real change for the better.

Friday, 14 November 2008

Pointless?

Yesterday was dreich and drublie as only the Scottish Central Belt can be on an early Thursday morning in November. From wind-swept platform on to packed commuter train, standing room only, and in to rain-swept Embra. But a ray of sunshine was to be had in the pages of Metro, which I got a glisk of over the shoulder of a fellow traveller. The headline read:

"Acupuncture Treatment for IVF Described 'As Pointless.'"

Thursday, 13 November 2008

Extreme Prejudice


While I am not one of those who get a hard-on at the simple mention of the name of Christopher Hitchens, I do think that his God Is Not Great was the best of the recent anti-God books. And I agree with his sub-title: How Religion Poisons Everything. 'Everything?' religious friends have pleaded, 'Literature? Art? Music?' Yes, everything, and I write as an admirer of Donne, Tallis, Rublev and Gaelic psalmody. Because what I admire in them does not stem from the content but from adventitious grace notes of style, manner and language. The content is a lie and you can admire or be impressed by how a lie is dressed up while still recognising its mendacity and even regretting that such talent, genius even, has been devoted to its presentation. To get to the gist of it: it's religion itself, not some extreme take on its tenets, which has led to those girls in Afghanistan being disfigured by acid-hurling thugs on a motor-bike. The answer is to hand and has been for some centuries: écrasez l'infâme. The French have always led the way on anti-clericalism and the illustration almost says it all... with the up-to-date addition of a defecating imam it would be perfect.

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

The Armed Man by Karl Jenkins

Sub-titled 'A Mass For Peace', this opening is grim, moving, disturbing. The video backdrop is as sinister as you could wish, too. As good a way to mark this day as any. Hat tip to an old flame, a white poppy wearing pacifist and CNDer, who has sung in performances of the work and who passed the clip on to me today.

Monday, 10 November 2008

Pause For Thought

The posting of the documentary on the role of the CNT-FAI had a purpose beyond simply giving publicity to a good cause and a great and inspiring movement. The readers of this blog, all eight of them, will have noticed that quite frequently in the recent past it has been blogging for blogging's sake here. Most of what went up was pretty shallow and it has been hard to justify to myself adding to the general chorus in most events. Looking over the many blogs I read or glance it during the past ten days I realise that I would have had little different to say on Obama, banks, Glenrothes, etc. And it argues breathtaking conceit to imagine my personal doings are of interest to anyone other than myself. So I'm taking a break from the blog but not in Captain Oates style because I do intend to be back.

Sunday, 9 November 2008

Living Utopia (Vivir la utopia) 10 - 10

Living Utopia (Vivir la utopia) 9 - 10

Saturday, 8 November 2008

Living Utopia (Vivir la utopia) 8 - 10

Thursday, 6 November 2008

Living Utopia (Vivir la utopia) 7 - 10

Wednesday, 5 November 2008

Living Utopia (Vivir la utopia) 6 - 10

Tuesday, 4 November 2008

Living Utopia (Vivir la utopia) 5 - 10

Monday, 3 November 2008

Living Utopia (Vivir la utopia) 4 - 10

Sunday, 2 November 2008

Living Utopia (Vivir la utopia) 3 - 10

Saturday, 1 November 2008

Living Utopia (Vivir la utopia) 2 - 10