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Ding Dong! Democracy is dead!

Saturday, April 13th, 2013

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I’m told over a million people marched through London demonstrating against the Iraq war. The war went ahead. The peoples’ voice was ignored.

In the same way, a song has been chosen by a certain group of people in Britain to express their opinion about the death of a former Prime Minister. What these people want to do is to buy as many copies of this song (but the profits go where?) as it takes to force it into a position on a national music chart. By doing so, the BBC will be obliged to play it. This will be a huge joke on the part of the song buyers and a huge embarrassment on the part of the establishment. The important point to stress here is that the BBC will be forced to play the song.

Except they won’t. This is the lie of democracy. In exactly the same way that the Greek people were denied their right to democracy and vote against austerity measures, the people of Britain are being denied freedom of expression because those in power have arbitrarily decided against it.

Again, the important word here is arbitrarily; just as the rule of law has to be applied across the board for it to work, any set of rules has to be respected by all parties otherwise the game is rigged.

And the game is rigged. Just look at the banking frauds. The law is not being applied evenly, in fact, not at all, in the banking sector. It even allows former banking chiefs to judge themselves and impose their own punishment (if they choose to). But even this is not enough for some bankers, they want to change the law retrospectively so that there is absolutely no chance of them being brought to account.

If the ruling regime can make the rules up as they go along then democracy is a sham and it is impossible for the ruled to ever exert their will.

“Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.” Buddha*

Saturday, March 9th, 2013

The recent death of Hugo Chavez spawned a veritable plague of news articles in the Mainstream Media about the man and his life. Most of the obituaries and reports followed predictable patterns—the capitalist press reviled the man and his reputation and the left wing press praised his humble origins and the benefits that he brought to the poor of Venezuela (I’m generalising here).

So, an unbiased member of the public being told all this has a dilemma (assuming that they access more than one news outlet)—how do they interpret such seemingly contradictory stories? Was he a good man, a despot or what?

Here’s a little true story that distils the problem.

One day at work I was looking at a book that had a picture of a lion feeding on its kill. The angle of its front leg was such that it was easy to imagine that leg as a human arm pinning down the carcass. Almost thinking out aloud I remarked to a co-worker at this similarity and extrapolated how the theory of evolution could come about. This co-worker (who I knew to be a Christian) then revealed his fundamentalism and said that actually, in the books he owned, creationism was the true explanation for the variety we see in the natural world.

As I had been educated in a secular school, science and the scientific method was my dominant frame of reference for checking the veracity of any theory. This only worked of course, if the subject matter lent itself to such a method. Even then, it appears that quantifiable results can be disputed within the scientific community. So simply quoting one book against another doesn’t really help if you’re trying to drill down to any sort of truth.

And as soon as the discussion enters a realm of subjectivity, then the fragile model of the scientific method becomes useless. Economics, for example, is often seen by most people as some kind of science due to the number of university courses available and government advisors mentioned in news reports. The reality is that economics is far closer to religion than it is to science and politicians have ‘faith’ in different belief systems whether they be the teachings of Keynes or Hayek or whoever.

Which system is best is impossible to verify due to the complexity of human society and the massive ambiguity of what ‘best’ means. But that doesn’t stop those people who benefit the most from a particular belief system from promoting that version of the religion, especially if they have the means to do so.

I have long since realised that in the game of news reporting merely deciding which story to report is a political act—one story is more important than another based on which criteria? Even a seemingly ‘neutral’ story immediately runs into trouble once the bare facts are given. The Hillsborough story for example, is that 96 football fans died in a crush. But as soon as the obvious question of “why did they die?” is asked, the propaganda begins.

Propaganda is designed to promote one idea over another and it is conducted most fiercely by those who have the most to gain (or lose) from an idea being accepted.

I said the story about my co-worker was a true one. You don’t know whether it was true or not; I know it’s true because I was there but you just read it here as a story and so if I was duplicitous for whatever reason, I could say that it was a true story even though I made it up. I would do this because it might discredit a rival idea which threatens my belief system.

Coming back to Chavez, I’m told by the media that this person used to exist (I never met him so I don’t even know that basic fact for sure). I’m also told that he believed that the moon landing never took place (what is this information supposed to tell me?). Some stories claim that he was a revolutionary who helped the poor and other stories that he wrecked the economy. Some stories claim that he brought a huge number of people out of poverty.

The one thing that I can be certain of from these stories is that someone, somewhere is frightened of what Chavez represents —and that is all that I can really divine about the man.

Ultimately, propaganda is about preserving or acquiring some kind of privilege. The media is a battle ground of ideas and, like any other human invention it is a continuum of extreme positions. Rational, unbiased reporting is simply one extreme position in the scale of things, like the ideal that everyone is born equal and has equal rights. From my personal experience, encountering extreme positions in the real world is extremely rare.

Here’s my thinking … Apparently, the unbiased news is that Venezuela has huge oil reserves (so I read). The world is addicted to oil (I know this because I have to use it myself). Having oil therefore, is a privilege for those addicted to it. Who gets that oil is down to a battle of ideas first. Then, if lobbying doesn’t work for the more powerful groups who are bidding for it, a physical battle usually comes second. My guess is that the West somehow needs to ’save’ the people of Venezuela from people like Chavez. How best to do that?

*Sounds great. If only it were true.

Doctor Faustus at the West Yorkshire Playhouse

Thursday, March 7th, 2013
Image courtesy of WY Playhouse

Image courtesy of WY Playhouse

I made a pact with the Playhouse: to go and see Doctor Faustus on a complementary ticket but in return, blog about it. I did the deal but often, these pacts turn out badly.

In some ways, it reminded me of being back at school, the play would only make sense to me if I were studying it line by line for A level English.

I never studied Doctor Faustus at school, although I knew the story of course – a man sells his soul to the devil – so the archaic language at the start of this production filled me with foreboding. The English language from the 16th century is impenetrable for a 21st century inhabitant which is why close study of the text is required (and possibly why the programme has a complete transcript of the play). There was even Latin thrown into the mix as Faust attempts to raise a demon with his incantations (which immediately made me think of what Harry Potter and its pig-Latin might invent in such a scene: “Murdochus appearum” perhaps?).

I managed to roughly follow the arguments of Faustus with Mephistopheles as he decides whether to sell his soul or not. Unfortunately, the logical fallacies involved set me off on my own train of thought and I wondered what would happen if the feuding neighbour of Faustus also sold his soul at the same time and they came to diabolical blows – who would have precedence, is there a hierarchy to evil, or does human ingenuity still have a part to play in such matters?

For me, the one unexpected moment in the play occurred here (spoiler alert) when the first manifestation of the demon wriggled from beneath the bed covers in a truly disturbing manner. If only the entire play had been produced along these horror lines, I might have been genuinely moved.

Fortunately, the new additions to the play written by Colin Teevan were in modern English and were set in modern times. This meant I could relax my concentration on the language somewhat and enjoy the writing and the performances instead. These additions were cynical, comic and topical in their tone and suggested that the production was falling between two stools – the gothic horror of the original and the scatological slapstick of the modern. Given a choice, I would have much preferred that the play had opted for the latter direction as it simply made it more relevant. The throwaway sideswipe at the bankers, for example, selling their souls to Mephistopheles suddenly came alive with genuine moral evil and injustice.

I also found that the old stories from the past suffered from our moral progress today. Mephistopheles’ story of his beloved girlfriend being traded like a trinket amongst the court circle didn’t invoke the same sort of sympathy that it might have aroused in the 16th century. It simply made me appalled at the attitude towards women at the time.

During the interval, Phil Kirby gave me some information about Marlowe himself and to be honest, I found this information a lot more interesting than the play; to be an atheist during the time that Marlowe was alive must have been as dangerous and isolating as a politician today declaring their interest in paedophilia. I wanted to learn more about the playwright as a result.

Whenever I go to the theatre I always struggle with the concept of the art form – what is it supposed to do: inform, entertain, enlighten, provide work for actors? There is successful theatre out there, I’m sure of it. For many young people today their theatre of choice is the arena hosting a favourite band whose songs no doubt, speak to them intimately. Add to this the thunder, lights and pyrotechnics on the stage and you have an emotional charge to reckon with. Yes, in that context I can see how such a performance can move an audience.

So, did Doctor Faustus move me? No. Was it entertaining? Yes, mildly.

Not so much Mephisto then as ‘Meh’.

5 things you need to know …

Wednesday, December 19th, 2012

1. Be able to count. How else are you going to be able to differentiate between the top 10 of things or the top 1000 of things? Apparently one of these sets has more urgency than the other.

2. Learn to read. Nearly all top ten lists (or whatever number) are written down somewhere so if you can’t read you won’t be able to spot these all important nuggets of information.

3. Understand the concept of reductionism. Breaking things down into smaller numbers and simpler components makes you imagine that things really are that simple.

4. Never learn from your mistakes. If you did, you would know that headlines about ‘top five things’ etc., are just link bait to some trashy, meaningless numbers game.

5. Sometimes, real lessons can be found in the most stupid of things …

The orbit of health

Friday, September 21st, 2012

I’m going to make a prediction here which hopefully, in decades to come, some astute researcher might point to and show that I anticipated a medical breakthrough by a good slice of time.

Of course, I’m just guessing but it’s a guess based on empirical observations and extrapolation.

As far as we can tell the entire universe operates on basic laws and thus conforms to predictable behaviour. Out of these laws has resulted our solar system with many planetary bodies orbiting the sun. There are countless other such solar systems in the universe.

Here on the earth we have life forms that regulate their life cycle based on the rhythms of the moon and the orbit of the earth around the sun. On a smaller level, insects are more profoundly influenced by electromagnetic forces than gravitational ones. Gravity and electromagnetism are elemental forces that have existed since the dawn of time and indeed, possibly shape time itself.

It makes sense therefore that humans are influenced by the more subtle consequences of these forces as well as the more obvious ones. My assertion is that we are influenced by them on a much more profound level than hitherto appreciated.

I have noticed that during my years on this planet I have been visited by various minor afflictions that are cyclical in nature, seeming to flare up every few years. Naturally I tried to discover if there was a contributory factor or factors which could explain the flare up but neither me nor the doctors could find any. By improving my general health overall – by observing hygiene rules, avoiding processed food, exercising regularly etc. – I have managed to minimise the affects of these cyclical ailments. However, there are still certain subtle manifestations in my general well-being such as my mood which seem to ebb and flow in some kind of cycle irrespective of anything I do.

Unfortunately I have not kept a record of the intervals of these phenomena nor the severity of them so I can’t prove in any epidemiological way that there is a regular ‘orbit’ of them.

We are made of star stuff so it makes sense that our organisms bow to the forces of the universe. Our biorhythms might one day be as predictable as the tides of the oceans.

Prometheus movie

Thursday, June 7th, 2012

You’ve got a trillion dollar spaceship that you’re sending on a perilous mission, how do you select your crew? Going by the crew in Prometheus you would trawl the maximum security correction facilities of America until you found the most ill disciplined, mercenary, sex obsessed prisoners who also happened to be biologists and geologists.

But first, you would start your story with a humanoid alien committing suicide in a landscape that could be earth or could be an alien planet that looked like earth, then you would show his/its DNA dissolving into running water (we know it’s DNA because of the double helix – always look for the mark of quality, the double helix!). This image is good because it means the combination of genetics and evolution can explain EVERYTHING that follows.

In the meantime, the humanoid aliens have been leaving invitation cards on earth in the shape of several dots painted onto cave walls in primitive astral scenes. The solar system represented by these dots is eventually discovered by clever humans who think it’s an invitation from the gods themselves. Figuring out that these dots represent a unique configuration of planetary bodies in the vastness of space is like finding a needle in one of the billions of haystacks in the trillions of fields that exist somewhere on planet earth.

Anyway, find it they do and they just can’t wait to get out there and interact with any alien life forms that they come across. So as soon as they’ve had sex and some beers, the crazy gang head out on their motorbikes and hummvies to the dome of mysteries.

In the dome, they argue amongst themselves (boy, who saw that coming?), split up, run away and ignore any technological devices that they might have access to that could help them find their way back to the entrance. The big discovery in the dome is that the humanoid aliens are actually unfriendly towards their children (humans). In filmic terms this is a classic twist. Unfortunately, in plot terms, this is a total fuck up. Things make even less sense now than they did before (which was pretty senseless).

Meanwhile, back at the space ship, a stowaway appears who… ah, who cares, it’s all nonsense so don’t worry about the story.

It all sounds terrible, and it is, story-wise, but the visuals rescue it from ’straight to DVD’ crap. But only just.

By the way, in the ‘operation scene’ this is the only time I have ever seen one of those grabber claws from amusement arcades actually hold onto a prize…

The BettaKultcha Random Slide Challenge

Monday, April 2nd, 2012

Rich Daley (Pedantic git) commented on twitter that the BettaKultcha Random Slide Challenge was a misnomer and it should be re-branded the Mystery Slide Challenge.

Admitting it wasn’t quite as catchy, it was, he continued, a more accurate description of the process.

His premise was that, as the BettaKultcha team (or whoever puts the slides together) is choosing the slides, then there is nothing random about the process; the slides are researched and selected (unless of course, we have a pool of pre-selected slides and we randomly pull them out of a hat).

But couldn’t the same argument apply to the mystery selection description? Whoever is selecting the slides is familiar with them and therefore the slides cannot be said to be mysterious in any way.

If he is arguing that we take the viewpoint from the final consumer of the slides—the volunteer at one of the BettaKultcha events who is trying to make a story out of them—then to them, the slides are indeed random as there appears to be no obvious link from one to the other.  It could not really be said that the slides are mysterious to the presenter (unless they were so unusual that the presenter did not know what they were meant to represent) as they would recognise what is being displayed.

I therefore contend that ‘Random Slide Challenge’ is an accurate description.

As you can see, very little has happened today and I am able to distract myself with such important considerations…

Hepworth Private View

Sunday, February 12th, 2012

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These days, nearly every time I go into an art gallery that is showing contemporary work, I am forced to confront that most useless—and yet intriguing—question of what is art? The answer, of course, is entirely personal, and everyone can secretly identify what they consider to be art and what they consider to be, well, something else.

The Hepworth preview on February 8th was no exception. What the hell is art?

But first the positive stuff.

My thanks to Emma Bearman of Culturevulture for inviting me to the preview despite (or perhaps, because of?) my reputation for candid and forthright opinions. The hospitality at the Hepworth was disarmingly salubrious; a large selection of cheeses, nibbles and drinks shared with the charming company of bloggers. If nothing else, these previews are worth it just for this.

And so to the art. David Thorpe has done a very strange thing; produced, by hand, art works made to look like mass produced prints. These works had taken a very long time to produce. A very long time. In fact, the time element was the most striking thing about these works and there is no denying the skill required to produce the tones and curves of the prints, I mean, artworks. The overall result however, is disappointingly bland. All that work and to such little effect. My overall impression?; perplexed.

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When I was at art college, I studied film making and made a couple of interesting films; Gentle Ihor’s Odyssey in the City of Sheffield and Gentle Ihor learns to speak. We used a really old technology back then—16mm film, so coming across this ancient medium in Ben Rivers’s work was a bit of a nostalgia trip. The nostalgia ended when Ben turned up unexpectedly in the gallery and was invited by the curators to talk about his work. After fifteen minutes of him rambling on about film and stuff, I’d had enough of his monologue and hoped his film making skill was a lot more riveting than his speaking skill (and going by the bit of the film we saw in the preview, it is). The film is about a post-apocalyptic island society, a subject right up my devastated street. I’ll be back… (see what I did there?).

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The final gallery, devoted to Heather and Ivan Morison’s work, had a large balloon in it. The bright light in the balloon made it look like a small sun floating in the cosmos of the room space. It was an enchanting white light and attracted us like itinerant, fascinated moths. And sure enough, some of us got badly burned. Because the curator then told a strange story. It was strange because it was supposed to relate to the iron chairs, wooden planks (made out of concrete), blackened bones and wax flowers that comprised the exhibition, but I couldn’t make any connection at all between the story and the objects in the gallery. This huge image on the wall for example was supposed to symbolise a man being burned or something…

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Yeah, right…

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I can imagine the artists had a great time conceptualising these works on the back of a used envelope from the Arts Council but any meaning, enthusiasm or insight failed to be communicated to me by the blackened bones lying on the floor. They sat there, mute and irrelevant to the story being told.

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Admittedly the gallery was still being completed but it would take a miracle to rescue a successful narrative from the broken pieces of this abstract idea.

We ended up back at the room with the cheese and wine; the only thing that made sense during the evening. I gave a lift to Phil Kirby, Harvi and Hazel to the railway station and felt a satisfying sense of purpose. If only artworks could achieve the same effect.

One day, this will happen. But don’t hold your breath.

HepH

Letters of Note: To my old master

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012

The link to this letter recently appeared in my twitter stream having been enthusiastically retweeted by many people. I read it and enjoyed its surprisingly modern sense of invective.

Then something about the letter kept nagging at me and I knew some things didn’t add up. As ever, in such cases, I thought through the imaginary story arc.

Firstly, amidst all the turmoil of the civil war aftermath, this emancipated slave, Jourdan, had moved away some five hundred miles from his former residence. How was his previous owner, Colonel Anderson, going to track down his address? Presumably, Jourdan, didn’t leave a forwarding address seeing as how Colonel Anderson once tried to shoot him. The other question is why would Colonel Anderson wanted to contact him in the first place? If it was just to offer him his old position of oppressed ’slave,’ how stupid did he think he was?

Unfortunately, we don’t see the original letter that Colonel Anderson wrote to Jourdan, so we’re not sure how he phrased this.

But let’s assume that somehow, Colonel Anderson’s letter found its way to Jourdan and that he considered Jourdan stupid. Being a slave, Jourdan would have more than likely been illiterate so writing him a letter would have been a waste of time. Presumably, there must have been a convention of ‘owners’ or employers reading letters to illiterate people.

So Jourdan gets the letter read out to him. He now knows his former owner (who once wanted to kill him) knows where he lives. Is he worried? No. Does he up-sticks and find somewhere else to hide himself? No. Instead he decides to dictate a sarcastic letter which will only serve to antogonise a powerful enemy.

As an emancipated slave, we can only assume, Jourdan’s pay does not go far, every cent will be precious to him and his family. He also probably works long hours. He would need to find the time, inclination and money to reply. I’m assuming he had to pay to have the letter transcribed for him by a literate person. Who would do this? Let’s assume a sympathetic educated person helped him out without pay (possibly the V. Winters mentioned in the letter).

The letter is dictated by someone who is clearly not stupid, so Colonel Anderson obviously didn’t know his slaves very well. Jourdan even has a grasp of finance as he demonstrates with his workings out of interest payments due on his back pay. Where did he get this knowledge when nearly all of his time would have been spent in the fields? Of course, whoever transcribed the letter could have suggested this line of attack, in which case, how much of the letter is consciously Jourdan’s and how much of it is the anonymous transcriber?

So the letter is completed and only needs posting. Presumably, this cost money. If every cent counted why would he spend money on a symbolic gesture?

My best guess is that his current employer (V. Winters?) did much of the composing of the letter and probably suggested the idea of asking for back pay with interest. He also paid for the postage if it ever got sent, because, finally, the letter had to get into the possession of the newspapers. How did they come across it? Was it kept by Colonel Anderson as a memento of an old slave full of spite and spunk ? Or was it deliberately held back by Jourdan and his helper to pass onto the newspapers as anti slave propaganda?

Sponsorship (Part 2)

Monday, January 30th, 2012

On a walk to school my daughter proudly announced that some children’s television presenter had finally reached the South Pole.

“Why did she go there?” I asked.

“For charity,” my daughter replied.

“For charity? You mean she was taking some unwanted clothes to a charity shop that stands on the South Pole?”

“No! She was collecting money for charity.”

“But nobody lives at the South Pole, how is she going to collect money from there?”

“No! She’s collecting the money when she gets back.”

“So let me see if I’ve got this right… This woman has spent a lot of money and used up many resources—equipment, fuel etc.—to undertake an essentially useless activity to raise money for charity?”

“It was a very brave thing to do, not everyone could do it.”

“Well, you’re right about that; not everyone could do it because they don’t get offered the opportunity from a television company. Most people have to work. But anyway, my point is this; she has already spent a large sum of money just getting to the South Pole—which is a useless activity, remember—so this money has to be deducted from the money she collects from her sponsors when she gets back, therefore the total is much reduced. But hey, I suppose the television presenter gets a personal buzz from doing something adventurous and it helps her television career no end. Oh, wait a minute, does that mean she is really doing it for herself and not for the people she is supposed to be collecting the money for? Which charity is she supporting, by the way?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hmm, that proves my point. You remember the television presenter and the useless activity but not the charity that it is all supposed to be about. Why didn’t she think to do an activity that would actually be of benefit to someone?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, why didn’t she get sponsorship to dig a well in Africa? And to make it ‘dangerous’ and ‘dramatic television’ she could do it by just using her teeth. There, that covers all the angles: it’s got jeopardy; it’s worthwhile; she gets even more famous in her career but more importantly, her activity actually produces something—a well. And the children will remember the stunt as being something about a well in Africa so maybe they’ll make the connection that clean water wells are needed in Africa. And of course, after she’s collected the money for completing this worthwhile stunt, she will have more money to build other wells. Doesn’t that make much more sense?”

“Well…”

“In fact, now that I think about it, the whole set up is a bit suspicious. How do we know that the collected money is going to the people who are supposed to be the recipients? How can we be sure that the money isn’t going to building some fancy new headquarters for some charity administrators? If they so enthusiastically support useless activities for raising funds then they could just as easily support useless activities in the spending of the money. No, I think it is far better to do charity work that is local and that you can see the benefits of…”

“Oh look, there’s Joely! Bye daddy!”