WILLIAM BLAKE: THE REVERSAL OF INTENTION AND THE SILENCING OF THE LAMBS September 4, 2015Posted by feedthemoon in Uncategorized.
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“All the Arts of Life they changed into the Arts of Death in Albion”
Everything that is good and pure and noble, all the great music; art; and poetry will, in time, by necessity, be subverted and perverted by the self-serving so-called elites. For these agents of the State see us as mere units to be exploited and kept in perpetual darkness.
However, from time to time a great voice emerges to point out the brutality of the faceless men who steer the monolithic ship of state, and when this happens the dangerous message must be negated; or if too powerful and resonant a message, as William Blake’s undoubtedly was, then the intention must be reversed. Thus does the poem Jerusalem (which was actually Blake’s preface to the poem Milton) become twisted into a patriotic hymn for fat sons of privilege who without any discernible irony belt out the lines:
“And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?”
The irony being of course, these sons of stolen privilege are drawn from the very bloodlines that profited from those same dark satanic mills.. And so the intention of Blake’s poem is purposefully corrupted by the lineal descendants of those who put our ancestors to work firing the furnaces of their pitiless industry. This is the reversal of intention. In short, it’s a fucking con-job.
Blake’s vision of the attainment of Jerusalem, was set to music a century after writing, and before long it was relaunched as a patriotic hymn; an alternative national anthem: re-packaged, re-booted and re-branded. And once this nifty cultural enclosure act was complete, mythical Albion was relaunched as Albion plc.
It is the State’s compulsion to twist and diminish, to reverse and perverse anything true and anything pure, that partly explains the perversities committed against children that are only now coming to light. For these people associate Power, in its ‘purest’ form, with the corruption of any organic truth or purity. Eventually, the physical corruption of children becomes a natural extension of their self-serving perversity, perhaps even the ultimate prize.
Blake himself was enraged by the State’s wanton exploitation and abuse of children; the child to him was a Holy Lamb; and he recognised that the church and state whose moral duty it was to protect these children were in fact the oppressors and exploiters of the holy lamb.
“Is this a holy thing to see,
In a rich and fruitful land,
Babes reduc’d to misery” –
William Blake called attention to society’s abuse of children in a number of different ways, showing how society corrupts and exploits the purity of their innocence and ‘divine imagination’. Blake believed that every unspoilt child has within them an inherent incorruptibility, an incorruptibility that renders them superior to the adult. For adults, if not exploiters themselves, have, at the very least been successfully corrupted and propagandised by a heartless and self-serving establishment. At best they are blind:
“In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear”
Society ensures that from the earliest age our sovereignty – of which we are made woefully ignorant – is traded away; our divine imagination is shackled (by the mind-forged manacles); and our innocence defiled.
The Holy Lambs among us are sacrificed for the pleasure of vengeful and sadistic would-be-gods.
This is nothing less than the defiling and desecration of Jerusalem itself, which for Blake was never a physical place, but always and forever, a state of mind: a mind free of imposed restraints and corrupted ideologies.
Jerusalem then is a return to the innocence of the Holy Lamb: a dreamscape of our own imaginings; in Blake’s own words:
‘Imagination is a glimpse of the divine’
So is mythical, mystical Jerusalem within our grasp now, in spite of the mass propaganda that we are bombarded with day in and day out?
Maybe what we are seeing now is the mass throwing off of mind-forged manacles, as more and more sickening revelations of the perversities of the pitiless state are being unveiled on an almost daily basis. Finally, it seems, the illusion is being exposed for the decaying sordid reality it is. People are waking up en masse. And maybe out of this awakening Blake’s Jerusalem beckons. In reaction to the ongoing terrible revelations of institutionalised child abuse it seems we are finally standing up as one, determined to protect the purity of the lamb against these dark and previously all powerful forces. And in doing so we are reclaiming our own birth-rights. We are, perhaps, rebuilding a true promised land, albeit it upon the powdered bones of those would-be-gods, they who no longer hold dominion over our divine imaginations.
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Jeremy Corbyn – the last best hope for Labour?
Originally posted on Think Left:
Jeremy Corbyn Speaks at Tolpuddle, 19th July 2015
The significance of six men from Tolpuddle in Dorset and their families made to the lives of working people, leading to trade unions, and to democracy is unbeknown to many, who learn of kings and queens and rich people’s wars.
“My lord, if we had violated any law it was not done intentionally. We were uniting together to save ourselves, our wives and families from starvation.”
But their battle was just to feed their families. They worked the land because rich people forcefully claimed they owned it. It is to commemorate these six men that there is an annual rally in Tolpuddle.
This year, The MP for North Islington, Jeremy Corbyn speaks of the Martyrs, and their contribution. As a candidate for the leadership of the Labour Party, he also puts forward his vision for a fairer society…
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A LETTER TO THE LABOUR PARTY May 22, 2015Posted by feedthemoon in Uncategorized.
It has become noticeable in recent years that there is an increasing disconnect between the Labour Party and the very people it should be representing.
Tony Blair’s so-called Third Way may have won over many disaffected Tory voters in the 1990’s, but ‘New’ Labour also lost much of their core-support along the way, including me. I believe during this period Labour in effect sold its soul, by embracing a social-democratic brand of neo-liberalism. This was the point when I became lost to the Labour Party.
I have not forgotten how New Labour during its tenure introduced authoritarian civil-liberty curbing legislation at break-neck speed. Blair’s so-called humanitarian-interventionism bought chaos to the Middle East and resentment at home. Back in 2003, despite being a life-long Labour supporter I found myself marching against them in London, my city of birth. I know there were many tens, maybe hundreds of thousands like me who became lost to Labour that day.
So what now? – What direction should Labour take?
Well, we’ve recently had the likes of John Reid coming forward to declare Labour must take a necessary shift to the centre (which is of course, is code for a return to the right). To be honest, an ex-home secretary who walked into a lucrative job with Group 4 Security, having given them the contracts when in office – well, I’m afraid I have no time for him or his opinions.
Labour don’t need a lurch back to the right, they need to return to the left. Here’s why:
I remember reading Tony Benn describing English Socialism as a very particular beast: a philosophy centred on decency and fairness, a tradition borne out of Methodism and Trade Unionism: placing great emphasis on self-betterment, compassion and co-operation. This is something people can relate to, and I think this should be the essence of who Labour is and what it stands for.
In the recent campaign I was baffled by Miliband’s hesitancy to trumpet Labour’s glorious past achievements: Where was the celebration of the great transforming Atlee government; the pride in Nye Bevan’s NHS? –The Glorious Spirit of ’45! (?)
I mean, does anyone seriously believe that the NHS would even exist if it weren’t for that reforming Labour Party?
Having ditched the Labour Party under Blair, and having recently voted (without noticeable enthusiasm) for Labour under Miliband, I now truly want to return to a party I believe in. One dedicated to true social justice; one prepared to combat erroneous legislation such as TPP (which would in effect give corporations the human rights we are now abandoning); A Labour Party that listens to the people; that works with progressive parties like The Greens and SNP (Miliband’s arrogant dismissal of Sturgeon’s offer was frankly shocking to me). I would like to help, but most of all I would like to believe.
I am a writer of plays, and a teacher of writing. I have worked in a community setting for nearly 30 years now. I’m idealistic, I’m a dreamer: Politically speaking what I want is something to dream about, something to march behind. What we need is a collective dream that we can all buy into. Let’s all march behind a flag we believe in, not one that placates right-wing corporate interests.
I want to do more for a progressive Labour Party dedicated to social justice. I want to make the world a better, fairer, more compassionate place.
I’m telling you this because trust me; I’m precisely the kind of person you want on board, fighting on your behalf.
Thanks for listening, I feel better now (!)
NETANYAHU BEAT JOHN KERRY LIKE A DOG, CLAIMS SENATORIAL AIDE September 15, 2013Posted by feedthemoon in Uncategorized.
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‘The door closed and we heard some grunting and what sounded like furniture being thrown around. I distinctly heard Senator Kerry pleading: ‘No Benjamin, no: for the love of God!’ — and ‘Please, no – it wasn’t me, it was those damned Russians!’ That’s when I heard what sounded like the senator being struck. There was a howl of pain, or anguish or something, and then another punch or slap. The last thing I heard before two burly Israeli security guards pulled me away from the door was Netanyahu screaming – and I mean, screaming: ‘What do you think we pay you for John?!’
Five minutes later Senator Kerry emerged with his face bruised and a little bloodied. He seemed to be missing buttons from his shirt and it looked like his tie had been kind of snipped-off just below the knot. That’s what I heard and that’s what I saw. Oh yeah, and I think he’d been crying’.
Senator John Kerry described his meeting as ‘very instructive’.
‘TRY TO MAKE ME LOOK ALL PRESIDENTIALLY!’ September 2, 2013Posted by feedthemoon in Uncategorized.
Joe Biden sighs and looks away, muttering: ‘there must be something more …. I dunno… something we should be doing?’ —- Meanwhile Lenny Klein (the Whitehouse Photographer)snaps another of his trademark ‘Man of Decision’ photographs.
Note that President Obama has this time opted for the casual, shirtsleeves diplomacy-image, as witnessed by him placing a foot upon the walnut desk whilst faking a conversation with the speaking clock.
The poiny finger across the crotch intimates that President Obama is the alpha male here; directing the conversation which basically consists of him saying inane phrases like:
‘Get me all that intel on the build-up and movement of all hydro-plane weaponry’… and, ‘Have the secret agents wire it via satellite to our safe-receivers in Iron Mountain —- we’ll see what the boys in High Intel Ops make of the chatter’ —- and, ‘See if we can get some ears on the ground via the circus in Turkey-Stan’—
As he utters these phrases for the camera, meanwhile the voice on the other end intones:
‘At the third stroke it will be three thiry four and fifty seconds – [beep, beep, beep}’—–
In the background is a famous photo of a bombed minarette in Aleppo, Syria (presented To Joe Biden, in June 2013 by the Israeli foreign minister);
The photo bears the inscription:’The plan is ready for fruition, let us pray the bitter fruit takes root, lots of love, Avi )
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An Israeli spokesman yesterday revealed the real reason their ‘much trumpeted’ new ballistic missile has been given the name, Jericho:
‘We first tried surrounding the borders of Iran and blowing trumpets to trigger an earthquake, but that didn’t work, so we commanded our soldiers to blow harder, and longer. Many passed out and turned blue with the effort, but still there was no earthquake, unfortunately. So we named the missile in honour of that doomed effort. The brave soldiers who blew those trumpets – many of whom ruptured their windpipes doing so – have since been honoured and feted; in fact they are now fondly referred to (in official circles) as the Brass Section of God.
Israeli soldiers – exhausted and demoralised after marathon trumpet-session failed to trigger earthquake.
NON-EXISTENT ISRAELI NUCLEAR WEAPONS
He continued: ‘-But sometimes you have to go beyond the Biblical. So we figured, if we just had nuclear weapons – which we don’t, then why not create a missile capable of carrying a nuclear payload, which we don’t possess. That way we could just blow the bastards to dust; – Assuming we had a nuclear capability to do so. (Which we don’t)
Yet more anti-semitic propaganda.
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As weather forecasters are predicting another long hot, dry summer due to
Global Warming Climate Change, riot police have expressed concerns that they could be facing their own version of the infamous hosepipe ban.
– These scenes of light-hearted bank holiday crowd-control may soon be a thing of the past.
The gay abandon with which Turkish police recently blasted water at protestors in Istanbul may soon be curtailed due to water shortages.
‘As things stand, everyone has a damned good time’, commented Prime Minsiter Erdogan yesterday, at a hastily-convened and thankfully air-conditioned press conference: ‘-The police love firing them. and for many of the protestors, well, it gives them a bit of a chance to cool-off – it’s like the ultimate water-park really in that regard, especially on a hot, clammy day’. But in light of weather predictions of drought-like conditions ahead, he sounded an ominous warning bell: ‘I do worry that if they can’t use the water-cannons, the redundant vehicles will have to be utilised in other ways’.
‘I’m afraid frustrations may simply boil over and deprived of their anxiety-relieving water-sports, frustrated police officers may simply plough through the protestors with their redundant vehicles. rather like they did on Saturday, but on a much bigger scale.’
He did offer one light-hearted alternative to the impending water-shortage however:
‘Our friends in Israel use piss and sewage to soak the Palestinians, and to my knowledge there’s no shortage of that in Turkey’ he chuckled.
Horrific clips of a machete weilding maniac calmly explaining his reasons for hacking a soldier to death.
But there’s something amiss here.
Did the news ADD blood???
Here we go, clip 1: BLOODY HANDS EVERYONE!
Now let’s see it (not on a news report) – Oh crikey, NO BLOODY HANDS!
—Oh yeah, and did he just say ‘OUR troops’???????
THE SACRIFICIAL NONCE March 26, 2013Posted by feedthemoon in Uncategorized.
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Now then, now then, I’m a pedo-bogeyman,
Now then, now then, I’m gone, so you can’t touch me
I’m a dead distraction from the pedo-politicians
And (as it happens) the policeman, who never tried to stop me.
—So how’s about that then guys an’ girls? —– (bizarre yodel, to fade)
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By Brian Keene
She was a 12 year old girl who defiantly spoke out against the brutal occupation of her land. In October 2012 she was callously shot in the back by an Israeli soldier. Flown to England for emergency medical treatment, her life was saved in a procedure that lasted over 12 hours. Yesterday, brave Aminah Bata started school at The Bromwich Academy.
Brian, as you well know, the story was and is about an Afghanistani girl shot by the Taliban. The guidelines that you received clearly states the lives of Palestinian children do not matter. Indeed Afghan children killed by coalition forces do not matter. What’s more, injured children who fall under either of these categories would NEVER be flown to England for medical treatment under ANY circumstances, you know as well as I do that they are classified as ‘the enemy’. I am also in receipt of a supposedly satirical memo which was recently circulated around the newsroom, the authorship of which has been attributed to you. In this ‘memo’ you insinuate that dead Palestinian kids are never named and touching epitaphs are never written on their behalf: Duh, yeah! You also called into question my membership of The British Israelite Association – from which I can only surmise you are an anti-Semite.
p.s. you’re fired. Clear out your desk.
Yours, the Editor.