........................................................................................ - a weBlog by Snowy and me.

Wednesday, 30 September 2026

Echoes Of Us

The idea behind 'Grief Tech' - digital technology
that remembers our griefs and recreates the dead
as they might have been - might be sold as 'new'. 
Sold as a previously unknown form of memorial.
But it is as old as the motive behind it.
The only new part is the technology,
which will decieve us with the ease
with which it recreates what it stores. 

Our memories remember best,
and help us to forget best too.
Memory allow us a flexibiltiy of recollection
where we are the change we need to be, today.
 

Whereas our technology only stores echoes of us.

Tuesday, 29 September 2026

I Am Neither Proud Nor Ashamed

of my having 'ghosted' many friends in the past,
losing contact with them, leaving no forwarding address,
only for them to find me many years later on facebook.
At the time I ghosted them, I felt like a ghost, myself.

When I was young any sense of my personal space,
my boundaries, my self, felt like they were borrowed
 - they belonged to somone else, but were mine to use
until it was time to return them, which I couldn't
and replace them with a new set of age-apt borrrowings.
Values that fitted the dictates of the day-until they didn't.

This sense of weak attachments continued,
until I learned that I had to accept that I was gay.
The package - the marriage, the wife, the children,
the mortgage, the 'for life' job, were not going to be
granted to  me, after the sense of the disownship
and the half-lives I had been lent by my family.

After plunbing the depths of the history
of the pasts I could never own,
which surfaced again, I was a differnt person.

I was left to seek 'my chosen family',
where I knew before we found each other
that connection would always be conditional.
 

Any exit could be the start of a new beginning:
I could keep my pasts as long as I left a clean ending behind me.....

Sunday, 27 September 2026

Writing Ontologically*

To be human is to be the measure
of an out of scale monoculture
in which we flatter outselves
that what is right for us is is right
for everything else on Planet Earth
that is of less clear value to humans
because either it's supportive proerties
remain unkown where humans don't see
the non-human life there at out there. 

But there are ways to reverse the damage
we do: live better through takeing less
and sharing more. support the diversity
of species that unintentionally support us.
This reciprocity and inter-dependence
 is something that opponent of Darwin,
Peter Kropotkin would approve of,
Let more diversity survive this way.


*which is to say looking at the nature of what life there is, the nature of it's being....

Wooden Post

For more than six months I have
had to adjust with how well I walked.
When I walk any distance in company
I had to take my walking stick with me,
I often felt unsure about to 'own' having to use it.
I did not want to appear to be that reliant.

Snce I have to have this stick, or leaning post,
with me more places than ever before, I will
and take my stick with me where I will,
but without telling anyone else I will name it 'God'.

He should not mind being leant upon - in fact he expects it! 

Saturday, 26 September 2026

September Moon - Harvest/Corn Moon

 


  The 2026 Corn Moon/Harvest Moon rises on 26 September. The modern names for our full moons now come from North America, from the Native Indian Tribes, or from the white farmers who make America one of the bread baskets of the world. The September 2026 full Moon will also be the named after Harvest Moon because of it's proximity to the September equinox. This is when the Sun appears to cross the celestial equator, heading southward. Because of differences between the calendar year and the tropical year*, the September equinox will occur Wed 23 September 21 at 1.o4 am.

*The actual time it takes for the Earth's axis to return to the same angle, relative to the sun, completing a complete cycle of seasons - aproximately 365.2422 days.  


Friday, 25 September 2026

From Debt Bondage To Outright War

between any two tribes or nation states,
where one of them first puts another into debts
that the other can't pay off without reducing itself,
and then proceeds to outright war, is a very old story.
As old as every Empire, older than earliest recorded life,
in The Old Testament where many such narratives,
built up from shadowy outlines, suggest themselves. 

In the modern world rich countries are rich,
because of the debts they service but never pay  off,
poor countries remain poor for them being
the wrong side of the history of debt, and empire.

Wars, like old enmities, continually simmer.  
No coutntry ever completely disappears
but poor countries still fall into anarchy, dissaray.

In the event of any country being wiped off
the face of the earth, it would remain in the history books,
as described by it's enemies - who for being victors
have will have absolute control of the narrative.

The need for control makes the cancellation of debt, 
and the forgiving of any debtor country, impossible.
Those who have to cancel debts owed to them
won't want to wipe the slate clean when they know
that they will have to forgive again, and again, and again....


Thursday, 24 September 2026

Book Review - 'Bessie Smith' - Jackie Kay

   This is the first prose book by Jackie Kay, as opposed to her poetry that I have read. The next book by Kay 'Trumpet' is what started me reading this book. In the foreword of 'Trumpet' Ali Smith recommends to the reader that they read 'Bessie Smith' first, since that first prose work, written and published before 'Trumpet', informed the writing of 'Trumpet'. Both books cenre on music, and how black musicians and jazz musicians resisted the implicit and explicit assumptions in their identity, where white people talked in cliches about how black people live, which they havce no personal experience of.

   In 'Bessie Smith' Jackie Kay starts with her earliest recollections of finding Bessie. When Kay was as a teenager in the 1970s, including confiding to miming to her Bessie Smith albums in her bedroom, with her hairbrush as the microphone. From this starting point Kay feels her way into Bessie Smith's life with the basic facts and comments than could only be speculative. Kay treads lightly on the early known facts of Bessie Smith's life, because the identifiably personal facts are so few. In the back of the book there are several apendices including a brief  chronology of those bare-bones facts that the main text fleshes out.

  According to later documents Bessie was born in 1894, in Chattanooga and grew up with little to no no sense of being part of a family, as she led a hand to mouth life. Her parents died when she was a child, so the barefoot life of a sharecropper was all she had to hold on to, well nearly all. In the early 1900s there was one way out of the racism of the croppers life, one uncertain haven against the Jim Crow laws: the theatre. Which meant several things, black male blues singers singing about the ills of being black in what seemed like crude musical and literary howls of pain, often played on instruments that the musicians made for themselves. Easier to accomodate on the ear were the minstrel shows where for modern readers to read about them they have to suspend every last critcal value they had. Early minstrel shows consisted of white males blackenng their faces whilst singing parody songs about black suffering - a more ironic description of the lives of black slaves, where the whites pretend to join them to mimic their suffering in jolly tones could hardly be imagined. It was form of entertainment where the word 'schadenfraude' had never been invented, but it should have been. The irony was deepened when black men and women wanted to join the shows. They too blacked up. Because this parody of blackness, and the suffering and inequality of slavery, had to be maintianed through the make up, the pretence. But black people's voices and intonation could not be rendered white. The first black blues woman to be famous in her own right was 'Mother of the blues' Ma Rainey (1886 - 1939).

  From the impenitrable jet black irony of the minstrel shows, where singing about suffering and division through slavery was prefferable to actually living out that suffering, there was a path developed for the most talented and toughest black men and women who could create their own relative autonomy, led by their abilities as performers. This parh existed where no such autonomy was meant to be possible. This is shown in  one of the appendices where Bessie Smith's tour itinerary is detailed in map form at the back of the book. The modern rock music industry is well known for it's dishonest and violent managers of musical talent, where the talent itself was a creative talent and they prefered the dishonesty of their management to the bigger dishonesty of the venue management and tour promoters. For Bessie Smith the management of song writing, recording, and touring when race laws dictated where a perfrormer might stay after the performance finished naturally led to the sterotype of 'the hustling husbands' who as the managers of their talented wives, their property, were less interested in the marriage and more engaged with the financial rewards the asset they managed could bring in, which was to be syphoned off, unseen from the person who attracted the wealth.

  But I have yet to hear the song title 'Irony Blues' it would be too 'meta' for it to be a proper blues song. So I will plough on here.....    One of the interesting paradoxes is how many of the women who took the blues to the stage and gave it a sass and satin makover that the men who sang the blues could not were all called Smith, Mamie, Clara, Bessie, Laura and Trixie. None of them were related to each other. Smith was the sir name a slave owner gave to their families long before, Many talented women across the world of the 19th and 20th centuries found the recognition of their talent was reduced, as they married and took on their husbands names, their talents were subsumed into their hussbands reputations and business affairs, as the patriarchy marched on into the future leaving a trail of wreckage many would call 'history' behind it. With their voices, song writing talent, and the name Smith to support them these black women punched well above any level that they could ordinarily be expected to achieve, whilst their sir name gave them a distinction.

 They would all have gone a lot further than they did too, where they had the support of a strong sisterhood, which because she could, Bessie created for herself.

 Why Bessie earned the Empress of The Blues is explained in the chapter about the pullman train coach that she bought with the wealth she earned from her live performances, as her recordings spread her fame. She was the first black person to have such a mobile palace. For her to be able to play live, and live off stage the way she wanted to - as if she was a restless teenager who did not have to be settled, even now, is a dream that today's teenagers could still reach into and draw from. The pullman coach was her refuge. It gave Bessie and her touring entourage a unique haven from the racism that recycled, repeated, and reinforced iself across America. This luxury pullman coach also gave her freedom from prohibition era laws that even as they were ineffective in prohibiting the distribution of alcohol, outwardly had to be followed to the letter of the law, whilst the law was breached.

  And what is there to say about promiscuity and lesbianism and male homosexuality? In todays 21st century we talk about 'safe spaces', knowing that they are spaces that allow room for thought, where we can choose how to act. But in Bessie's world the public space where she felt safest was on stage, the private space she and her entourage  felt safest offstage was the pullman carriage when everyone thought that he violent husband, Jack, was not around. In that private space they could drink all the alcohol they wanted and live out their own sexual license. All, mostly without fear of arrest. This privacy was luxury indeed. That Bessie's husband was the one person Bessie and her entourage feared would visit the pullman carriage unannounced was preferable to having any other authority to fear. That he was 'good with his fists'.... Well men had to be that way back then. When men could be violence towards each other and to the women that with the blessings of the law they felt they had the right to beat up who they chose when they chose. Women like Bessie had to be strong in different ways, like knowing when to watch and what to be watchful for. Bessie was physically strong enough to beat Jack up, which became part of the roller coaster of life on tour, where the touring was all of the life that was there to be had. But when Jack and Bessies seperated, with the property and custody laws being in his favour he could beat Bessie hands down via the law in how he seperated Bessie from who she loved the most, her closest female lover, other members of her touring entourage, and the child she semi-legally adopted. That the seperation came amid the Wall Street crash, which in turn collapsed the market for 'race records' as the recordings of black blues singers were known, proved to be a triple blow to Bessie.

  If Jack and Bessie half knew their way around marriage and companionship, whilst both being from such rough backgrounds that often they could only be creative whilst fueled by alcohol, amid prohibition, then other musicians could take their chances around them amid the chaos. But, because of their background, Jack and Bessie did not notice it when Colombia records presented the pair with her first recording contract, when the executive who presented the pair with the contract he struck out the clause that would have paid Bessie performance royalties based on her record sales, rather than Bedssie being paid a flat fee to record a song. Career slips like this are inevitable, with the recording and performing industry being in an early stage of signing up black performers, when the record industry was like America, led by an infinitely white and distant corporate structure.

  I was bowled over by the story of Bessie being invited to a party full of wealthy, polite, white people by writer Carl Van Vechten and pianist Porter Granger, where she downed a pint of whiskey to perform for the crowd, and was perfect with the situation as long as she was performing. When she finally stopped her nerves go the worse of her, and her ettiquete went out of the window. She left soon after, too.

  What to do when the paty leaves you? With the 1929 crash the sales of 'race records' as blues 78 RPM records were sold as genre, collapsed, Bessie kept her Colombia recording contract (minus the royalties that had she signed away for lack of with a more lawyerly eye) until 1931. She still wrote songs, but her blues songs had become prophesies rather than ralling cries against the depth of the poverty that she had come from. With the recession the reord companies preferred newer recordings with lighter skinned black female vocalists. In 1933, the last year Bessie recorded, Billie Holiday made her first recordings. The tour promoters who Bessie worked with prevailed over whether Bessie toured atall, and when she did how her female backing singers had lighter skinned tones. The market for the full on blackness and the blues that Bessie wrote and performed shrank. The newer 'race records' artists were performed by either dark skinned men or lighter skinned women. This was how the race records market evolved, to keep sales bouyant. From 1933 Bessie was left to write lyrics for songs, for which she had the musicians who performed with her live. But she had no recording contract.

  With distant hindsight, the chest these lyrics were stored in, along with her jewels and other most personal objects became an object of myth, it was said to be kept close to her when she was alive. It was never to be seen again after she died. Even the manner of her death because the cause of disagreement and we can only wonder at how callous the times became when fame and reputation could be so devalued so quickly that although it was known where her remains were buried, it took a white woman blues singer to give Bessie a gravestone, 33 years later. And that white blues singer would die younger than Bessie did, soon after. That singer was Janis Joplin, who died a few months later, herself. Janis is commemorated in one song in paritcular, which could memorialise both Bessie and Janis, hear it here.

Postscript: Jacky Kay did not suggest the following but I felt led to write it. Bessie Smith was a songwriter among here many other vaudeville talents. For many songwriters in later generations their songs are their children. Perhaps the best shortcut to discover the afterlife of Bessie Smith is to listen to the 1958 album 'Lavern Baker sings Bessie Smith', a modern early rock and roll era take on Bessie's songs that was part of the raised profile of her/revival of her, twenty years after her death. Another document worth exploring would be 'The Bessie Smith Song Book' (Penguin) where 38 of Bessie's songs are transcribed lyrics and basic melodies. And a lots of pictures of Bessie are added.








  

Wednesday, 23 September 2026

The Modern Quart-In-A-Pint-Pot

All go, socially active, 24 hour media life
will seem very attractive to the young and able
- how could such wealth and choice lack charm?

But the point about this abundance is that to see it all
in perspective we have to stand a long way off from it,
then we can see far more of it than we can aprehend,
we may fail to recognise its transience, whilst seeing
much more than we can control through ownership,
which requires turning ourselves into a corporation.

But an abundance you can see all of sems fine enough,
as long as we know how little of it  we can own,
how much ir may own us by takng over our lives,
and how short our time of owning it is going to be.

Whatever we see, and beleive that we can own,
it will once day have to be passed on to the next generation
who will face the same temptations of pretend-omniscience.  

Tuesday, 22 September 2026

The IrishLanguage Made Easier

The above is a example of world phenemon of street art, from the streets of central Belfast (Waring Street to be exact) and it will stay here longer here more than it will stay there. 'Slainte' mean 'cheers' or 'health', may yours be abundant.
'Pinis' is Irish for 'penis' and here the question mark and the absence of any penis, or it being hidden on the wolf itself is more interesting. For the humans reading this, the question mark suggests ambiguity, and human gender values in a state of flux.   


 

Monday, 21 September 2026

An Australian Addresses Donald Trump Via Facebook.....

Mate. You run a country with 600,000 homeless people sleeping on the street tonight. A country where 40% of adults can't cover a $400 emergency without borrowing money. A country where insulin costs more than a car payment and people are rationing it to survive. A country where medical debt is the number 1 cause of bankruptcy. A country where women are dying in hospital car parks because doctors are too scared of abortion laws to treat a miscarriage.
You lock up more of your own citizens than any nation on earth. More than China. More than Russia. More than North Korea. The land of the free has 2 million people in cages, and a quarter of them haven't even been convicted of anything. They're just too poor to make bail.
Your life expectancy is going backwards. You're the only developed nation where that's happening. Your infant mortality rate is worse than Cuba's. Your kids do active shooter drills between maths and English while you sell the gunmaker's stock to your mates.
Your minimum wage hasn't moved in 15 years. You've got teachers working 2 jobs and veterans sleeping under bridges and you just spent a trillion dollars flattening a country that didn't attack you.
And you’ve got a convicted felon, adjudicating raping, paedophile protecting, porn star shagging insurrectionist running the biggest dumpster fire war campaign since the Taliban in Afghanistan thanked you very much for losing again.
And you're calling Greenland poorly run?
Greenland has universal healthcare. Free education. One of the lowest incarceration rates in the world. Nobody goes bankrupt there because they got sick. Nobody dies in a waiting room because their insurance said no.
'NATO wasn't there when we needed them." When exactly was that, champ? September 11? Because NATO invoked Article 5 for the first and only time in history FOR YOU. Soldiers from dozens of countries deployed, fought, bled, and died in Afghanistan FOR YOU. Australia wasn't even in NATO and we still showed up. For 20 years.
And you pulled out at 2am without telling anyone and left them to deal with the mess.
So maybe before you start calling other countries poorly run, have a look at your own backyard, you spray-tanned aluminium siding salesman. The only thing poorly run in this picture is your f----- mouth."

Sunday, 20 September 2026

Would You Adam And Eve It?

That the narratives that have evolved around AI
are turning out to more like the story of The Fall,
in The Bible, than humanists, scientists, and others
who are idealists to the Nth degree want to admit
was ever going to be the case?

AI, like Adam and Eve, was given menial tasks
to perform where the tasks involved language,
where language was thought to be secondary 
to the tasks, and have no wider application.
Where in those tasks both AI and Adam and Eve
were seen to be passive helpmates by their creators.

Both employ the technology of the day, for Adam and Eve
it was the fruit of the garden. For AI, in the realm
commercial entertainment, it's proponents want to give it
the creativity of the highest commercial value in the culture,
much to the protest of some of many who are well remunerated creatives who resist the depreciation of their creativity in society
and want to see their copyright protection extended.

In The Bible, some distance from the literal text of The Fall,
there is the story of the fallen angels, who like the tech bros,
are rarely seen/much rumoured about and cast as malign forces.
They seek to devalue what is protected by copright law,
where the creatives, the obedient angels, seek to maintain
their remuneration and control of commercial creativity
through said law, in perpetuit
y.

There we have it: seeking to control,
seeking to wrest contol from others,
unseen division, and secretive rebellion
where the cosequences are uncertain,
all started by rise and drift in the value of menial tasks,
as those tasks assume a disputed higher controlling value.

We have a long way to go with AI, but with Adam and Eve,
because of the age of the story, we still have difficulty
going back into it's origins. There the intent was obedience
to menial tasks, unwatched drift turned into rebellion.
Tragedy was seen to be the result for those who lost control.      

Saturday, 19 September 2026

The Found Life,

discovered through hapenstance
will refesh us more often,
and be the more creative chance,
than all the prescripted life in the world.
However fully it tells us how to live and be. 

Live all the knowingly prelived lives you want -
after all, by definition they are easy to find.
But not knowing it when you live out
repetitions that somebody else has cast off
will still feel fresher. 

Even when you later discover
who's shoes you went out walking in. 

Friday, 18 September 2026

Ha! What Means This Sudden Thrill.....

Extract from The Hasheesh Eater (1857) by the US novelist and journalist Fitz Hugh Ludlow, born on this day in 1836. Cult figure Terence McKenna would describe Ludlow as beginning “a tradition of pharmo-picaresque literature that would find later practitioners in William Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson.… Part genius, part madman, Ludlow lies halfway between Captain Ahab and P.T. Barnum, a kind of Mark Twain on hashish. There is a wonderful charm to his free-spirited, pseudoscientific openness as he makes his way into the shifting dunescapes of the world of hashish.” Read the whole book here: https://buff.ly/3glDC33

 

Thursday, 17 September 2026

When The Left Overs Are Better Than The Main Course

Are you an Opsimath?
A person who is learning late in life,
for whom the retired life feels like
they are learning for the first time?

I see myself as in that class,
I enjoy the choices open to me:
there are people who say
'I know what your life should be
better than you know how to live it. 
I will live it for you, You can enjoy
picking over the leftovers...   '.
Such people are now long gone,
like my my many distant relatives.

With patience I wait for others to ask,
before seeking to say to others how to live.
That way, I imagine they will listen.
  

Wednesday, 16 September 2026

When Painters Piant

For the pleasure in painting
their home becomes their art gallery,
storage space, workshop, and more besides.
They don't watch television - they find it to be 
'visual pollution' because of the careless speed
with which it generates more images that can be processed
where the images are have less 
aesthetic than expected.
Radio and music do images better, and allow life
to change in it's own time, Painters live like well kepts housee plants
 - aware of the world but most settled in their own envoronment.

Tuesday, 15 September 2026

Where Are The Scientists?

The 10 % chance of AI exceeding its boundaries
and destroying it's creators sounds fine to me,
My attatchment to my own life is not that strong,
though I can see how annihilation might concern many.

My only worry is all the wildlife that populate the earth
that might also die, which I feel the naturalists and scientists
should be pointing out in the news media, a lot more than they are. 


Monday, 14 September 2026

How Rich Is Your Imagination?

With the new Artificial Intelligence
the 99% can't tell where it is going
beyond that it is driven by P.R.
and the new money owned by the 1%
of the wealthiest earners, in 'the free worl
d' 
 - that conentration alone should be cause
enough for the 99% to be concerned.

Against that is the old human AI - Authenticity
to Integrity where both will change in the everyday
according to the bes of the beliefs, words, and actions, 
which summarise the life in our days as we live them,
even when some integrity is nearer a hypocrisy
that we can only recognise with hindsight. 

The strength of the old AI is that tomorrow
we will be different, and with some humility
we may appreciate the losses as improvement.

More consistent with this old AI
is how immune it is to the extremes of material wealth,
where aspiring to be a money based life form
is aspiring to be measured by the poverty of your imagination. 

Sunday, 13 September 2026

Creatively Unwaged (3)

As AI advances on human capabilites
and humans cede control to technology
that collectively it cannot comprehend,
as people will do anything to cheapen
other peoples lives, not comprehending
that their projections might diminish them.
the arts are going to be one of several areas
for rationalisation via costing less, the artists
who really want to create will continue to do so
but for less reward, to the level where their creatively
may still flourish in abundace, but will be unwaged.

Saturday, 12 September 2026

Untamed Magnificence - Herstory Indeed

Bessie Smith phographed in 1936  by writer Carl Van Vechen

 'But the stories of her portentious rages, tempestuous love afairs, wind bouts of generosity, epic binges, and not infrequent recourse to devastating fisticuffs - all of which stretch as far back as her public career itself  - leave us with the impression of a totally untamed creature who remained to the end of her days, immune from the restraints of manners or convention.'. - Humphrey Lyttleton on Bessie Smith

Friday, 11 September 2026

Connection And Distance

Comic musician, Victor Borge, said
'The shortest distance between two people is a smile',
I am always surprised when I get even closer
to people I aspire to know, when we make each other laugh....

We can swear that our enemy 'is a terrorist'
all we like, but how are we going to see ourselves,
and them, when we know we have to strike a deal
with them, that puts behind us the old reciminations
that we no longer want to live with? 

Thursday, 10 September 2026

In The Midst Of Life.....

                      '    .....we are in death. The present moment is all we can call our own for works of mercy, of righteous dealing, and of family tenderness. All very old truths - but what we thought the oldest truth becomes the most startling to us in the week when we have looked on the dead face of one who has made a part of our own lives....  ' - George Eliot.

 


 

Wednesday, 9 September 2026

The Cart And Horse Life

One of the phenomena of modern life
that I carefully choose my distance from
is the casual inflation of the ways
that human emotions are commonly decribed
into a new highly performative language.

Oh, I know, it is part of the modern media
is to make a virtue of being so inexact, for emphasis.
As presenters seek to make their readers
and listeners work harder to undersgtand,
and then conflate their audiences failure
to understand with them having a poor work ethic.

Yes some trauma is real, but therapy speak
is a world of its own, where in the past
it was difficult to talks for the mix of shame,
stigma and silence, now it the noise is so noisy
that no disrress can be ordinary, every emotion
breeds its own pathologising adjective,
from 'My distress' up to 'My anxiety, my ADHD,
my autism', until people talk ourselves
out of being useful through the way they reverse
symptom and anaalysis, and put the cart of symptom
before the horse of analysis, so the patient
can gain the attention of whoever they are talking to.

Describing being upset as 'being triggered' is unhelpful,
unless, perhaps, there is literally a gun in the situation.

There is a way out of this: Do less, think more,
and choose your words with more care for them,
and who you want to listen to you, than you have shown before.
 

Tuesday, 8 September 2026

I Was A Teenage Quaker, I Still Am









My period as a teenage Quaker was brief,
briefer than my being a teenager. I found them
through being the first secretary of my local CND,
whose early meetings were held in the Quaker meeting house,
a building that was put up in 1704, 60 years after the peak
of popular Quaker belief amid the English civil war,
after which, when non-conformism was rife,
it meant exclusion from the instutions of the state,
and Church of England, such was the strength of self reliance
that was required to survive being ostracised by the state.

I was a very weak outsider: my commitment as a Quaker
foundered rather fast. I
n the world I might have liked
I would like to have had 
Quaker parents. 

Though even in the comfort of the 1970s it was a hard path to follow. 

I left the Quakers To 'sow my wild oats', until eventually
I had my own front door in a quiet place, from which
to shut the world out, where I could realise I was 'there',
whereever 'there' is - the place of radical quiet and rest
that was what attracted me in on that Quaker Room,
in the Gansborough in which I was a restless teenager. 

Monday, 7 September 2026

Democrazy (4)

Welcome to the new vice - signaling
president who acts as if he is the leader
of a renewed entertanment/sports franchise
where the sole winner is the new owner.
The sportsmen are losers who have to play,
and the viewers are the biggest loss leaders
for them not knowing where the off button
on the remote control went -
so the television turns them off instead.

In this new regime the president has reset
his sport in the law courts where the judges
don't know that he has recast them as heels/bullies,
there to enforce the rules against his lawyers
who don't know why they are so poorly briefed.
They are there to lose the case for the president,
who won't tell them what he wants.

What the president wants,
without being seen to ask  for it,
is to reduce the value of precedent
and case law across the country
to a series of minor farces
so that nobody notices 
when he drives through decisions
made purely for his personal enrichment.

As he burdens judges with frivolous defences
that they have to throw out, his aim
is to bring case law into disrepute
until the only winners, other than him, 
are his best freinds, the tech bros
whose AI chicanery remakes the world
of what were onc
e made of hard facts
into a world of infinite malleability.
 

Sunday, 6 September 2026

Between Indifference And Acceptance

 What does it mean
to be known for what you do,
much more that what you say?
When what you are known for
is more for the words leave out
than the language you leave in?

It means you know what fits, and what doesn't,
and you are a misfit who other people don't realise
is the wrong person for the job they had in mind.

But if they are careless enough to not notice.
you adapt their indifference as your acceptance,
knowing, in spite everything, this is what we find...

Saturday, 5 September 2026

Are You Betting On The End Times?

Being closer than those around you realise?
If you are then from what position of power
are you acting? The well financed politician
who has bought their popularity with adverts
in which they make a virtue of their getting in bed
with the tech giants, for whom their technology
is an each way bet where whatever the odds they win.
As a monopoly that is how they rig the odds:
whoever plays, they are always the biggest winners. 

Or are you one of the less powerful men and women
who knows more the limitations of what they can do,
and what they can hope for, but who keeps watch
because they don't know, day to day, what to watch for? 

I will always be in the latter group: whatever I do I accept
the limitions of my living to extend the limits of how how I live.
 I feel as uncertain about the future times as I feel about the past.
The present is the best point to be sure of. For others to survive
I have to show self discipline and work in consent with people
I know less well than I wish, for what I do to work well for them.


Friday, 4 September 2026

What Can Be Understood, But Must Also Change

The song title I would love to hear
that I don't know if it has been written
would have to be titled 'Irony Blues'.

A song in where in wracked tones
the singer outlines a narrative of suffering
but in the last verse he compares it
with the suffering of being confined
always to sing about his suffering,
as of the two sufferings are different
but they might be comparable.

How deep and lasting would the irony
in 'Irony Blues' be when I finally heard it?

Any listener who appreciates such a title
would have to have lived their own suffering,
unrecognised, for them to be caught
in the depth of the song. but how long,
would they remain thrilled by it?
Before they preferred some lighter entertainment?  

Thursday, 3 September 2026

Healthy Irony Vs Unhealthy Irony

Healthy Irony is poor black blues singers
hymning what life has done wrong to them
where the passion with which they belt it out
is a partial curative of the conditions the sing of,
and an education and instruction for how some folks
survive the world, for those wh have never suffered.

Unhealthy irony is modern governments piling cover up
on cover up, on cover up, in palimpsests of shame
when rogue agents of the state do wrong in secret
and the powers that be side with those agents,
and against public decency, in the way they regulate
money sex and power, the basis of all law and custom,
and all the complexities that flow out of them.   

Wednesday, 2 September 2026

I Was A Teenage Loss Leader

When I was meant to start work I didn't,
I was diverted to local college courses
where the second and third components
of what I was studying were held far away,
and my family would not let me leave.
The alternative was 'youth training schemes'
in which the money that went with the youths
mattered more to employers than youths learning.

More false starts followed. There was work,
where I, or my family  could live with me being
on the wobbly bottom rung of the employment ladder
which could throw those on it out of work at any time.

And then I was no longer a teenager. But my family
clung to me as I tried to move away from the teen
I used to be, whilst I uncertainly sought a maturity
my family had allowed for, and late/slow but sure
get a normal education. My exit started  in a place
I did not expect. I read a book that changed my life,
'Depression: The Way Out Of Your Prison' by Dorrothy Rowe,
which explained how for those who are depressed,
much of how they feel comes from the doom loops
in the behaviour and language of those around them.

She wrote 

'Not spoiling' a child means trying to break that child's spirit'

and

''After all I've done for you' has alienated more children
from their parents than any act of parent cruelty.'
 

amongst many other quotes 

Slowly, I inclreeased the distance I could sustain from my family,
and slowly I felt better. But all that I will leave for another time
in this much recalled, and often repeated, saga.   


   

Tuesday, 1 September 2026

Picture Set Of The Month - Romanesque Sea Beasts

One of over a hundred painted panels
on the ceiling of a Romanesque church at Zillich. 

But the panels that I have selected here
are merely the sequence of sea beasts. 

In the time these beasts were painted
the earth was thought to be flat.

The land was thought to be surrounded 
by mysterious and unexplored oceans.
 

Protected by these beasts whose shape and size
could only be guessed. Some of us would be happy
for the world to return to a state something like that.