Welcome to my blog, where it is still raining. There was a
moment yesterday when the sun shone. Once upon a time I’d take out a stool,
place it by the front door and bask in the sunshine with a cup of tea and a
smoke. Now if I do that, I’m on view. Amazingly the neighbour has found even
more green life to burn and last night we woke up unable to breathe because so
much woodsmoke had made its way into the house.
So it goes.
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Today I’m going to copy out of another book, partly because I
am short of time but mostly because I keep meaning to give/lend the book to someone
else but don’t because of this bit.
The book is ‘The Uncomfortable Dead’ by Subcommandante Marcos
and Paco Ignacio Taibo.
So he was explaining that there’s two agendas, the agenda of the
powerful and the agenda of the screwed. So for them it’s the agenda of the powerful
that’s the most important, cause they want to get more powerful and richer. On
the other hand, the agenda of the screwed is what is more important to for us,
which is the fight for liberation. And then Alakazam explained that the
powerful – that is, the rich and the bad government leaders – are trying to
convince everyone that their agenda, the agenda of the powerful, is the only
good one for everyone, even for the screwed. So they are constantly telling us about
the concerns of the powerful and convincing us it is all important and it is
what we have to be concerned about. So you see, they have us looking one way
while they’re stealing everything and selling the country down the river, and
our natural resources, like our water, oil, electric power, and even our
people. And when we finally see what’s going on, then it’ll be too late, cause
there won’t be anything left when we get through looking the other way. And the
worse thing is not that we’re looking off where there’s nothing to see, no sir,
the worst thing is that they get us to think that their concerns, the concerns
of the rich, are our concerns, and
we take them like our own. So then, according to modern politics, Alakazam
says, Democracy is for the majority, the screwed, to be all concerned over the
well-being of the minority, the powerful. And the other thing is for all of us
who are screwed to look the other way while they steal our lands, our jobs, our
memories, our dignity. And on top of it all, the powerful want us to applaud
them and give them our votes.
And that’s when Alakazam said how there’s black magic, which is the one
you do with demons, and there’s white magic, which is the one Alakazam and
other magicians do, and then there’s dirty magic, which is the one politicians
do.
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My favourite
poem, not that I read much, is by the Nicaraguan poetess Michele Najlis. I have
it in Spanish and English. Because I can’t do the Spanish accents on the puter, here is the English
translation.
WE
ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE SUN
We
are the children of the sun are we,
Who
write in the shadows of the evening,
Who
walk in the dark of the night
Who
arise in the light of the dawn,
Who
go barefoot in the womb of the world,
Who
sow the field,
Who
grow the daily bread,
Who
know the language of the wind,
Who
are learning to fly on a bird’s wing.
We
are the people whose blood is of lagoons,
Whose
bodies simmer with volcanoes,
Who
see the rain fall on parched land
And
on tired faces.
We
are those who live the intensity of a look,
who
plough the furrows of the old
who
bring the bones to bloom,
who
consecrate bread in our own flesh,
who
break chains and discover the way.
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6.30 in the morning, a quiet english autumn morning.
Autumn!
The tor is covered by mist.
I am lucky. At this moment I have nothing to worry about and am at peace. I wonder how many people across this world are waking up to tranquillity. A privilege. And if my blog is a little short, who cares?
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