Monday, 3 February 2014

Poem - The Old Dog 'n' Bone -by Aaran Aardvark





This is a poem from the Aardvark forthcoming Postmodernity Anthology about telephonic angst.

The old dog 'n' bone



'Message failed'

greyed out phone

connection lost

in a dead zone

Emergencies Only

Number Not Known

No Signal Here

I feel so alone

treated so bad by

the old dog and bone



Close to the edge

trip over a stone

a week in a well

sorry to moan

but I daren't go out

all on my own

risking life 'n' limb

without my phone



I can't go out

patience wearing thin

I take the battery out

and I put it back in

but it still won't work

There's no connection

I can call no-one

I've got no protection

I'm feeling insecure

adrift in inner space

a free floating terror

of the whole human race.



Close to the edge

trip over a stone

a week in a well

sorry to moan

but I daren't go out

all on my own

risking dire disaster

without my phone

Aaaran Aardvark February 2014

Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Pete Seeger (May 3, 1919 – January 27, 2014)

 

In memory of Pete Seeger an American musical giant whose influence goes back to the 1940s and who touched my life early on. If You Miss Me At The Back Of The Bus was one of the first Pete Seeger songs I had on record when I was around 14 years old. I was inspired by this Rosa Parks anthem and the songs of freedom that Pete Seeger sang with such conviction. The originator of the long neck 5 string banjo, former Almanac Singer in 1940s New York, later one of the Weavers... whilst at the same time always being an anti-war campaigner, progressive poet and environmental activist - Pete Seeger was a man you don't meet every day.

He died yesterday in New York City aged 94, he was a treasure now gone into history to become an ancestor of future singers and musicians with conviction, spirit and authenticity.
With Pete's passing an era has also passed. Pete Seeger was one of the last connections to an age before the great fall when optimism and liberty still had a home in America. The age of the Civil Rights Movement, the Beat Generation, the Anti-War activists and the folk revival on both sides of the Atlantic, that creative outburst of youthful energy that eventually became rock 'n' roll owes its origins to groups like the Almanac Singers whose members included Woody Guthrie and Cisco Houston..
Pete Seeger was an incredibly talented musician, but more than that he was a decent person on the side of the good and the right against the violent, corrupt and the exploitative.
 There is no higher praise so far as I'm concerned, he will be very much missed, I salute a great man and a musical immortal. So fare thee well Pete Seeger, man of music, man of peace and man of the people


Which side are you on? It's a fair question!


Wednesday, 22 January 2014

Social Media and the Universal Omniopticon

 
Art by Banksy

It has become clear to me that the Golden Days of freelance blogging are now pretty well over. First they came for Y360, then they came for Multiply and now they have dispersed the communities that grew up around them. I say freelance blogging has come to this watershed because the Blogosphere itself is full of corporarate blogs and 'professional' bloggers with channels in the corporate media who now abound in cyberspace.
The social networking element of blogging, here on Blogger at least - has it seems been effectively dismantled as is befitting a service that is run as part of the Google/CIA empire. This social media now takes place primarilly on Facebook and Twitter rather than on blogging sites where all sorts of views, topics and theories appear in a huge discourse involving perhaps millions of people. The educational elements of the blogosphere remains intact for the timebeing... but the social connectedness that these once fostered have largely been severed, or so it seems to me at least as a Blogger poster.
Whether this is a good or a bad thing is a matter for dispute I suppose. Social networking involves all sorts of 'passions' that are not seen as often in the serious blogosphere as typified by Blogger than on the more interactive social networking sites. The absence (or at least the significant diminishing) of these sorts of interactions are not missed much by me... except that they often made me laugh...literally - LOL - by the developing banter and the heartfelt feelings that underlie the comments that have appeared on the screen.

People enter into deep relationships on the net, they fall in and out of love, they argue passionately with each other, they rant and threaten, they coax and seduce and they run the entire gamut of human emotions all created by little marks on a screen, characters assembled deep in the psyche of some anonymous typist in some possibly distant location...somewhere around the world.
Friendships form and bonds are created based entirely on the organisation of 26 characters (in English) digitally flung into cyberspace, some like cupids arrows aimed at a particular heart (with "official" eyes and ears in the meantime playing 'gooseberry' and logging the call)...others are a statement posted for the world to see - if anyone can be bothered to look or give a fig about the topic in the first place, we can set out our personal manifesto if we choose in the blogosphere.
Social networking can cause feeling of elation or depression, excitement or fear, of support or intimidation, they can fulfill our wishes or bring only disappointments. What we type is what we are and that is why Google collects all our data to inform the corporate globalist elite of what we want, whether we can afford it, how we see the world and how we may want to change it.
Depending on how these feelings, thoughts, drives and motivators are interpreted determines whether you are assigned to the category 'threat' or 'soft touch' , whether we are labelled gay or straight... or something else on the spectrum and generally what floats our boat in public and in private... although digital technology has now abolished the concept of privacy altogether. Scopophilia on the taxes.... like airport security scanners that 'undress' us we fear for the purient interests of the operator rather than the security of the flight.
This sort of voyeurism actually characterises the corporate surveillance state and those who work for it perfectly. The revolution in social control has been fully achieved in the past decade or so. A paranoid view might be that our 'memes' are being constantly monitored and modified by the technology we use, it would be an error in my view to assume that we control it or that we ever actually could.

Effectively it seems the internet has turned the world into a gigantic Panopticon of the sort first visualised by English philosopher Jeremy Bentham (1748-1832) the founder of modern utilitaraianism.

According to Wikipedia a Panopticon was a prison based upon Bentham's concept that:-
 "the design is to allow a single watchman to observe (-opticon) all (pan-) inmates of an institution without them being able to tell whether they are being watched or not. Although it is physically impossible for the single watchman to observe all cells at once, the fact that the inmates cannot know when they are being watched means that all inmates must act as though they are watched at all times, effectively controlling their own behavior constantly." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panopticon

This notion of self-surveillance is important to supporters of the panopticon theory of contremporary social control and opinion forming. The same principle applies to the widely trumped PRISM programme that has the US government's National Security Agency (NSA) through GCHQ in the UK, Google on a global scale and countless other means of spying on us all... because in theory of course they can, so they do.

The secret services not only want to see our papers nowadays they want to know everything we think and every network we belong to. The corporate person that the US military/industrial complex is - is unfortunately a mentally disordered one, paranoid and deluded...its a meme that everyone else is now watching - who isn't actually watching us. Here we introduce a countervailing theory namely that of synopticon or the many watching the few. Perhaps we are living in more of a omniopticon where everyone is watching everyone else....but the few have never been watched as closely before.

It could be easily argued that if you want to create a digital panopticon  you must first of all spread the idea that such a principle is indeed possible and that is where people like Edward Snowden and Julian Assange come in I think. Whether your 'cell' is being observed or not, the Panopticon principle has been deliberately disseminated to try to intimidate dissenters into believing they may be targetted by this costly high tech state apparatus so they had better not bother ...ha fat chance!

I'm not the first to notice the similarity between Bentham's panopticon and the postmodern corporate globalist virtual state of the sort we have to put up with at least until the mission is completed.

Post-structuralist philosopher Michel Foucault in his 1975 book on the French and more generally western penal systems Discipline and Punish described the panopticon-isation of society thus..."on the whole, therefore, one can speak of the formation of a disciplinary society in this movement that stretches from the enclosed disciplines, a sort of social 'quarantine', to an indefinitely generalizable mechanism of 'panopticism' ......
It is a paradox that the revelations of Edward Snowden and of Wikleaks have raised concerns about an all invasive panopticon surveillance state when in themselves they are actually evidence of the opposite...that is a synoptic or even omnioptic cultural mileiu in which the surveillance is not all one-way and not all corporate or governmental either.

It is a pity that the social elements of blogging have diminished it seems, unless you choose to use mainstream social media to communicate with the world, but it is no reason to stop posting. I think we should take the surveillance state oversight with a pinch of salt. Who knows what the person in the next cell is doing while the domestic spies watch us and we watch them back. It may be important because acts of terror and crimes of all sorts still take place, people still access forbidden internet content and the likes of Mr Snowden and Mr Assange remain media celebrities and the latest antiheroes of the digital age. My message is stay calm and carry on - nobody is reading this stuff anyway.

Saturday, 11 January 2014

An American in....Brummagem (i.e. Birmingham)

 A Connecticut Yankee in King Coal's Court 

Black Country location in UK
Map from http://www.bcuim.co.uk/black-country/ with thanks

 

 

“In peace and war, King Coal is the paramount lord of industry” – David Lloyd George 1930

 

 Elihu Burritt (December 8, 1810 – March 6, 1879) was a US diplomat, a missionary, a polyglot, a peace camapaigner and an enthusiast for Birmingham and the Black Country during the Industrial Revolution.
 Appointed by Abraham Lincoln as consul to Birmingham he connects the workshop of the Empire to the New World. Mr Burritt was a fascinating character and his 1868 book (which I have yet to read) Walks in the Black Country and Its Green Border-Land is still in print today. Actually whenever I travel around the Black Country which is quite often, I always think they should rename it the Green Country because so much of the former industrial landscape has been recolonised by nature, the Black Country is no longer black.
This is very different to the Birmingham and Black Country that Elihu Burritt knew and indeed the places I knew growing up. When I went to school Birmingham was still known as the City of a Thousand Trades and was highlighted on the globes still then dominated by the pink of the British empire where the city was also called the Workshop of the Empire.  Here is evidence of a special relationship with the United States of America that then existed in the industrial West Midlands heartlands of England, one built then upon peace and coexistence - not war and neo imperialism as is unhappily the case now we have NATO, where we once had civilisation. 



Here is a contemporary visit to the Black Country which was a term popularised by Elihu Burritt but he was not he originator of the term (as claimed by veteran TV celeb David Dimbleby in the film)...the label Black Country had been in use since at least the 1840s as a description of the area.

 This extract from a BBC programme called A Picture of Britain when Mr Dimbleby visited our area and commented upon what he found here. As a resident of 'hell' I feel it is perhaps a pity that Dicken's was wrong in his belief that we would rise up, but I do think that the metropolis beyond the Black Country, the so-called second city of Birmingham has more in common with colonial cities than the historic cities of England, York, Bristol, London, Oxford and so on....to me Birmingham belongs to the New World just as much as Sydney, Toronto, Wellington or Philadelphia does. It came into being about the same time and like its colonial cousins it has the stamp of the Enlightenment upon it.

 

Thursday, 2 January 2014

Eliza Carthy " Go And Leave Me" Live from Aardvark TV

Live Music

Recorded on 20 December 2013 at Cornerstone Didcot, Oxforshire, England - Eliza Carthy with her dad Martin Carthy and the other members of the Gift Band, except her mom Norma Waterson who was not well and unfortunately could not attend. Everyone's thoughts and good vibes were with Norma hoping she makes a speedy recovery. Touring in the winter pounding the streets of Britain is no fun so we look forward to seeing all of the Gift Band together again in the Spring. Meanwhile here is Eliza's solo rendition of the ballad 'Go And Leave Me' a traditional song collected from Suffolk pub in the 1970s and recorded by Peta Webb on the Fellside compilation Voices: English Traditional Songs (FECD 87.) released on CD in 1992. Peta is a folk singer and until 2011 she was  Assistant Librarian of the Vaughan Williams Memorial Library at Cecil Sharp House, headquarters of the English Folk Dance and Song Society in London. The words of this song also appear in the chorus of a Country and Western ballad made during the 1930s by Kentucky yodeler Cliff Carlisle....“if you think I’m so unworthy, never let me cross your mind”. 

Refrains from British/Irish traditional songs appear in a number of Country and Western ballads as the music spread across the English speaking world.


Tuesday, 24 December 2013

Wassail Song - The Watersons

 

A traditional English song sung at Christmas and New Year.

 As Wikipedia points out:- The tradition of wassailing (alt sp wasselling) falls into two distinct categories:-

The House-Visiting wassail and the Orchard-Visiting wassail. 
The House-Visiting wassail, caroling by another name, is the practice of people going door-to-door singing Christmas carols. The Orchard-Visiting wassail refers to the ancient custom of visiting orchards in cider-producing regions of England, reciting incantations and singing to the trees to promote a good harvest for the coming year. 

 


I am writing this from my home in the cider producing county of Worcestershire late on Christmas eve.

It is an old favourite song of mine from this time of year, although it is premature of me to post it today. Traditionally, the wassail is celebrated on Twelfth Night (mostly regarded as January 6, but more properly the evening of January 5).
However, it states in Wikipedia that..."most people insist on wassailing on 'Old Twelvey Night' (January 17) as that would have been the correct date before the introduction of the Gregorian Calendar in 1752.
The roots of wassailing go back as far as the political unification of England, first accomplished under Æthelstan in 927 and definitively established after further conflicts by Eadred in 953.

The roots of wassailing and this song go back to those distant times.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wassailing


Compliments of the Season!