Monday, 7 March 2011

I Need

Well this sort of tune popped in my head now this morning, it’s like another musical type song, it’s the type of thing you would see one person sing alone on stage at the Palladium, well it is in my mind anyway.  Dare I say it Andrew Lloyd Webberish (though not in his league, (then again I don’t really like ALW musicals, the ones I have seen made me fall asleep))  I could go on with more verses but I will leave it like that for now.

I need to find someone, somewhere who can write,

Write so much better than me,

I need them to realise what wrong is from right,

So I trust them and won’t disagree.



I need them to push me,

I need them to rush me,

I need them to make me understand.



I need them to take me,

And never forsake me,

And one day I will finish as planned.



I need to find someone, somewhere who can fight,

And not leave me standing alone,

I want them to show me the end is in sight,

Then one day I’ll know for my own.



I need them to push me,

I need them to rush me,

I need them to make me understand.



I need them to take me,

And never forsake me,

And one day I will finish as planned.

Saturday, 5 March 2011

The Corporation

When I was at school, in English we had to read a short story, I can’t remember its name or anything about that story apart from a short piece of it. I remember that part as clear as day. The story was about a child of around eleven, and he had to perform a test at school and his mother was worried extremely worried. She told him to act stupid (at least I think she did I can’t remember fully), but he was a bright kid, she was full of fear I remember that, and he left to go to school to do the test, and never came back. He was deemed too intelligent, and so a likely subversive, only stupid, dumb, idiots were allowed to live in this society, and so I suppose he was disposed of by the authorities. We had to read it out loud in class and discuss, and it has always stuck with me that thought. I wish I knew the full story as I can’t remember anything more about it, but the idea of being intelligent and thinking for yourself, means being a threat, is rather disturbing.



Anyway changing the subject slightly, I have been watching yet another documentary called ‘The Corporation’; it tells the story of the largest legalised tyranny in the world, corporate business. It’s quite disturbing to watch if I’m honest, I always knew corporations were conglomerates of evil, Christ I worked for one for thirteen years, they are the devil incarnate. The doc describes a corporation as a psychopath, as it has most if not all of the traits of one. What I find fascinating is the deluded attitude of some of the CEO’s of these corporations, a bit like those one percenter’s I have mentioned before. They actually think they are doing some good for the world, and they think that more of what they do instead of less is also good for society and the world in general. One CEO idiot thinks it’s a good idea to privatise everything including air, rivers, the oceans you name it, he thinks this will be good for humanity, what a load of utter bullshit.

One thing that stares out glaringly is how do we stop these psychopathic corporations? How do we force the world’s leaders to stop this craziness? You know what, even though I do not believe man made CO2 is causing global warming, I am starting to realise that if it makes these heinous companies change, then I am all for supporting it, because the damage they are doing is so great and so destructive, if something isn’t done soon then it won’t matter one jot whether the world is warming naturally or not.

I’ve watched plenty of docs about these situations but I feel helpless, frustrated and unable to think of a feasible way to make these stupid idiots change their greedy, profit driven, exponential growth, lunacy. How do we do this? How do we get them to realise, because I fear that even the changes will come at a price, and that they will only change if they can make profit and see steady growth from it.

There was a part where they talked about this drug designed to increase milk production in cows, it was absolutely awful watching it. There is too much milk in the world, so some shitty corporation makes a drug to make more milk. But hey it doesn’t just make more milk, it makes the cows ill, and creates puss on their udders, which is collected in the milk, how f**king disgusting it that? Then, we the public drink the milk with the puss and the ‘whatever hideous drug’, which is now part of the milk. If I lived in the US, I doubt I’ll be drinking milk anytime soon. Mind it is likely that most Americans have never heard of this problem with their milk, because large media corporations refuse to report it as news and prefer to make up lies and deceit, since it is not against the law in the US, to make up lies on TV or pollute your milk. Making livestock suffer, and potentially passing on cancer to children is OK, yet reporting it is not, what a screwed up country America is these days.

Then there are the sweatshops, where people get paid miniscule amounts of money, to make far too many trainers, shirts, dresses, jackets, stereos, tables, chairs, kitchen sinks. Its exasperating to watch, and even worse when you think there is little we can do to stop it. Or worse still the fact that corporations can own a countries water supply, even the bloody rain water through precipitation, as is the case in Bolivia. You can lose your house if you fail to pay the exorbitant prices large corporations are charging for Bolivian water. What does it do, it causes riots, and causalities, and death, and misery, for all concerned, until finally the people win. As one demonstrator said, “The people united, will never be defeated”. But should it ever have to come to this.

The doc continues talking about how in the US you can patent life, everything apart from a human. I never knew this, but supposedly back in the early 80’s General Electric wanted to patent a microbe that ate oil. And the patent office refused, eventually though because a microbe does not have arms and legs, they said they could patent it, after being forced (probably because of the good old lobbying system. (How anything will ever change in America when Politian’s are bought by whatever means is beyond me)). Now in the US any new life form can be patented, they are even patenting DNA strands, so when they find the cure for cancer you can bet someone will own it. How disgraceful it that? Eventually every DNA strand will be owned by big corporations and the nightmarish sci-fi films may become a reality. Think 1984, V for Vendetta, Gattica, Rollerball or Alien only worse.

How do we stop it?

How do we all finally get together and say enough is enough?

It needs to change before the crisis hits, and I don’t mean the financial one, I mean the human one. When you have nothing and there is no chance of ever getting anything, then people take drastic measures, like a trapped animal they will fight back and hard. And when this happens, who knows what will happen. Like in Bolivia, or in Egypt and the Middle East and North Africa, it will happen more and more around the world, as people get sick to death of large corporations through whatever means ruining their lives.

They end the documentary on a positive note, that you can go out there and make a change. I’ll be honest; I don’t know how to do that from where I live in the UK. But I have written this and I will post it on my blog and I will say that if ever there is a local demonstration or if I find on the internet a way to help, I am now more inclined to do that.

I’ll end with this piece from Ray Anderson; he is a Chairman of a textile company in the US called Interface, he decided when he realised the waste his company produced to try and become a sustainable company. Here is what he said I think it some it up perfectly.

“The first industrial revolution is flawed, it is not working, it is unsustainable, it is a mistake and we must move on to another and better industrial revolution and get it right this time.”

Friday, 4 March 2011

Banksy’s Exit Through The Gift Shop

Well I didn’t think I would like this documentary that much, but I found it was quite enlightening and brilliant. Considering I love art, I hadn’t really heard much about Banksy, or maybe I had but never paid much attention to what he did since it was street art, but clearly the guy is a genius. This doc wasn’t about him though, or was it who knows. It was supposedly about the most eccentric and the maddest guy in the world Thierry Guetta aka Mr. Brainwash and his rise from mad camera fanatic to world renowned modern artist. Whether the film is a big hoax by the genius Banksy is irrelevant I think, as it was good fun and shows what you can do artistically and I don’t mean Mr Brainwashes artistic familiarity with other artists, I mean the documentary as a whole. It was an art doc done artistically yet never boring always engaging and fun.


If the idea of the documentary was to show the foolishness of humans then it succeeded, if it was about the idea that success and fame come easier when endorsed by successful and famous people, then it hit the nail on the head. Plus what I found even funnier is that the guy does none of the work himself, he is just a name, like Chanel or Ralf Lauren, or whatever, haha hilarious, what a materialistic, bullshit world we live in.

I suppose if I got some famous person to read my blog and say they liked my stories, poems and my paintings, as well as thinking my political rants were cool and my philosophical ideas of the Universe fascinating, then my hit ratio would exponentially rise overnight. Before you know it I’m famous; have you read CaptiveThinker today, he’s wrote a new poem, oooh, aaaah. And what Banksy is trying to say is, it doesn’t and shouldn’t happen overnight. You need to feel the hard times to appreciate the good, and if you get immediate success without the try and try again bit, then what is it really but worthless and fake, and likely to disappear as quickly as it arrived.

Plus what do you class as success; to me success is feeling better, having peace, and freedom, and maybe one day having something published. And the beauty of life is everyone has different ideas on what they want and feel is a successful life.

Well done Banksy it was a brilliant documentary, in future I will definitely make more of an effort to see his artwork, as I found the limited pieces he created intriguing. Also it might make me want to paint a little more than I have been doing recently, which has to be good.

What on Earth can this be all about?

When you fly above the clouds,

What can you see apart from mountains?

When you go up into space,

Suffocation it will happen.

When you’re looking all around,

All you can feel of course is coldness.

If you dive below the waves,

Drowning sadness will envelop you.

When you reach the solid rock,

How will you break through to the centre?

Once inside where will you go,

It’s really hot as well as sticky.

If you reach the inner core,

Immense pressure it will crush you.

Time to move back to the shore,

Ocean waves are so refreshing.

Can you climb high in the sky?

Or does the fear itself disable.

Once you’ve tried all of these things,

What’s left to do but leave the system.

Impossible maybe it’s true,

Then disappear, invisibility.

Maybe travel to the sun,

But hell it’s hotter than the core.

What about the outer planets,

They are big and they are beautiful.

I could write forever more,

But then again it would be tedious.

So I’ll leave you with this thought,

What on Earth can this be all about?

The Joining of Souls

The winds of change they blow through the hallowed hallways of existence,

The times they pass into a never-ending eternal solitude of contemplation,

The ecstasy of infinity envelopes the consciousness of the experience,

Entwining together with a propensity for the physicality of normality,

Bliss sheer bliss interlaces with the sense of wonder and meditation,

Joy and pleasure released inside the lightness of your soul,

Tumultuous assignation when all finally meet as one, together harmonious,

Energised, revitalised, rejuvenated, a wishing well of spirit and fortitude,

The combination and the realisation, brings wellbeing, excitement and liberation,

The dwelling and deliberation, forming newness out of absolutely nothing,

The expansion of the mind and soul, the pathway to enlightenment,

A sense of completeness, a unique feeling of contact and connectedness,

This is the joining of the souls, if this happens we will all be truly blessed.

Thursday, 3 March 2011

Prophet is the King

We live in a time,

When living’s a crime,

When greed is the prime,

And possessions do we chime.



Our name is humanity,

We think in infinity,

Forgetting sustainability,

We repeat the insanity.



We desire accumulation,

We create confabulation,

It’s a total fabrication,

We are truly an infestation.



We want everything,

Who cares who we sting,

Just please now bring,

For prophet is the king.

It's a Beautiful Day

It’s a beautiful day outside, blue skies; a light wisp of mist over the far distant hills, a delicate frost covers the areas in shadow like a dusting of icing sugar. It makes you glad to be alive when you can feel the cold air hit your lungs, breathe in happiness; ah it feels good, breathe out and see the white wisps of frozen exhalation.


Ah well that was my poor man’s attempt at Wordsworth, at least think it is, since I am sad to say I have never read any Wordsworth, well I know it isn’t anything like Wordsworth, but hey we can but try to be descriptive.

Maybe since I try to write poetry, or verse, or pros, I should read some of the great poets. I have read works by Sir John Betjeman, and by Wilfred Owen, but not many others, I realise I am quite ignorant in the works of others. I seem to like the idea that I will create it myself without the need for inspiration from others. In a way now I think about it, it feels like if I read someone else’s work extensively, and I don’t just mean poetry I mean anything here, I will without thinking or realising steal from them. Now I know you could say I do this without thinking anyway, since I have read many books in the past although that is difficult these days, I love books and used to love reading them. Yet now they seem to difficult to read, at one time I had patience and could read something until it started to captivate me, and then you cannot put the book down. You end up staying awake all night reading and reading, because you are so engrossed in the story and at the end of every chapter you say, one more, one more then I will sleep. The problem with that philosophy is that if you don’t sleep, well you end up not sleeping at all and staying awake even when you can sleep.

I will make another attempt to read a book, starting today. I keep putting this off because every time I try, I read a few pages then stop and I become despondent. I will read some more poetry as well, me thinks, and muster some spirit inside me to love the written word (on a page of paper anyway) once more. I have literally hundreds of books waiting to be read everything from Sebastian Faulks, to H.G Wells, Bill Bryson to David Starkey’s “The Monarchy”. James Redfield and even the massive Gormenghast trilogy by Mervyn Peake, plus I am half way through countless others I feel I should finish as finishing something is bloody difficult for moi.

Well that deflected without me noticing it, from writing about the weather to poetry to, writing, to reading all in a couple of paragraphs.