WILLIAM BLAKE: THE REVERSAL OF INTENTION AND THE SILENCING OF THE LAMBS September 4, 2015

“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?
Well –
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.

Labour Leadership candidate Jeremy Corbyn, Speaking at Tolpuddle July 26, 2015

A LETTER TO THE LABOUR PARTY May 22, 2015

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, 2013

‘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, 2013

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 )

ISRAEL TRIED TO TRIGGER IRANIAN EARTHQUAKE – WITH TRUMPETS July 15, 2013

The ‘Jericho’ missile system in action. Each missile is said to bear the legend: ‘we’re the victims’.