Poem for Imbolc

( Imbolc marks  the start of Celtic Spring, the arrival of longer, warmer days, and the early signs of spring, so I offer you this poem.)

The earth again prepares for spring,
Awakens after the coldness and dark of winter,
Life begins to grow in the wombs of the earth,
Bulbs planted begin to gently explode,
St Bridget's day, the gift of name,
Given to my mischievious  daughter,
Fertility today returns unbound,
To stir our spirits, kiss our lips,
Deliver to us a poetic muse,
As the sun glistens in the sky,
We embrace the wheels of change,
We still cling on, still keep faith,
blessed Imbolc, blessed be.

Musical Heroes

( will end the month with this poem, released last night at my monthly  Cellar Bards  meet,  a response to  people who have moved my world. These people are not flawless though, I do not worship them , but their voices have carried me  through lifes struggles, and continue to impact on my days.)

Musical inspiration
has rippled through my days,
in summertime and the coldness of winter
waiting for springs return,
old heroes keep drifting by
intoxicating my world with their senses,
wild in imagination
flickers of light that keep on shining
high above forever flying.

Sounds released 
give me a glimpse of yesterday,
a glance of tomorrow
alpha moving with Omega,
playing leap frog in the rain
earth beats keep on swinging,
the end is never quite finished
as another day unfolds.

Musical heroes keep on giving
refusing to go  gently in the night.
signals and currents
endlessly captivating,
voices strong that never disappear
so thank you,John Coltrane, Gil Scot Heron,
Bessie Smith, Woody Guthrie
Joe Strummer, Lemmy,
Billy Holliday, David Bowie,
fellow astronauts
travelling upon oceans of sound.

David Cameron loses it.

Fury has erupted as David Cameron lost it yesterday  during his attack on Jeremy Corbyn at PMQ's and now he's paying for it.
He has been criticised for  describing Calais refugees as 'a bunch of migrants' while Jeremy Coryn attacked  cruel and unjust bedroom tax  and derisory Google tax deal, his comments  have been described as vile and hypocritical as they came on Holocaust Memorial Day, using flippant remarks to score political points, at a time when we are facing the greatest refugee crisis of our time. Refugees desperately trying to find some safety and dignity to be treated with derision by a Prime Minister who used his position to release vile inflammatory comments. This coming after his  other casual remarks about "a swarm of people " arriving in Calais and previous cheap jokes  cracked  at Liberal Democrat leader Tim Farron's expense  after being told about the plight of desperate refugee children.Shame on him as people are dying on our doorstep.
It is now down  to the rest of us to  show him that the spirit of compassion lives on, to do what we can to help and to ensure that the rest of the world knows that David ' dishonourable reptile' Cameron and his ilk are not representative of the rest of us and keep on staying human.

http://www.thecanary.co/2016/01/27/cameron-loses-attack-corbyn-pmqs-now-hes-paying/ 

Here's the late great Tony Benn, spot on as usual.

Holocaust Memorial Day

Today is Holocaust Memorial Day - a time for us all to reflect on the Nazis attempt to wipe out Jews, Gypsies and other  minority groups, Trade Unionists, Communists,  homosexuals, people with mental and physical difficulties, Jehovah Witnesses, anarchists, Poles and other slavic peoples  targeted for destruction and decimation  for racial, ethnic and national reasons, along with black people and resistance fighters.
From the time they assumed power in 1933, the Nazis used  persecution, propoganda,  and legislation to deny human rights to so many. Using hate as their  foundation.
By the end of the Holocaust over 8 million , men  women and children had perished in ghettoes and mass shootings , in concentration camps and extermination camps.
Holocaust Memorial day is  held today because it marks the liberation of Aushwitz-Birkenau , the largest of the Nazi Concentration Camps.
But is  also used today to remember all subsequent genocides in Cambodia, Rwanda, Bosnia  and Darfur etc etc.
We must never forget the journeys of the persecuted. and when we say  never again, we must mean never again.
But we still face  so much tragedy, and persecution that should not exist,  anti-muslim hate crimes have tripled,we have the 'jungle' of Calais, refugees  in Cardiff forced to wear identifying  red wristbands, doors of refugees painted red in Middlesbrough. The hate speech of Le Pen, and Donald Trump,  fascist forces and assorted racists from  a range of far right groups  descending on the port of Dover, with the aim of  inciting racial hatred.
We cannot afford to tolerate this, we must constantly oppose, or we will repeat the mistakes and crimes and terrible tragedy of the past. No to hatred and intolerance. Today I remember all those who died in the Holocaust , whilst watching history repeating itself, and people remaining silent.
Lest we forget.

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Speaking Out

( after losing an unusual amount of followers on this blog in last few days. My voice still rings out.)

I usually have something to say
Whether you listen, or not that's ok,
My thoughts can be furious
or can  gently float,
trying to release meaning
standing alone, raising voice.
I try to release words
speaking out when I want to,
will apologise when necessary
as long as I still have breathe,
will try and keep on being true
refusing silence, allow words to engage,
sending out messages to fight and heal,
against injustice, senseless war
the horrors of the world,
in  anxious, restless times
try to stay present while I can,
continue to bark out loud,
allow thoughts to unravel
escape and enclose.

Winter in Gaza - Mosab Mostafa

" Winter is a time for comfort , for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk besides the fire: it is the time for home - Edith Sitwell

"But not in Gaza .
Winter is the time  for pain, for tasteless food and coldness , for the touch of a freezing hand and for a cry beside the fire : it is the time for distress.

But sometimes it is totally the opposite. " -  Mosab Mostafa ,  Friend  from Gaza, Palestine.
  

Karl Marx on Alienation

Karl Marx believed that work, at its best, is what makes us  human.  It allows us  to live, be creative and flourish. But under capitalism he saw workers alienated  from each other and the product of their  labour.
Unfortunately  we are all products of capitalism. So by it's vey nature it will leave us feeling alienated.
The system  that capitalism props  up wants us to be deatomised and detached from each other, and this atomization will unfortunately  continue as long as society exists.
Overcoming alienation is a perpetual task for individuals.
In other words dealianation is a continuous and interminable process. Rational freedom is the best hope we can  have for humanity for overcoming  various forms of  alienation. I am reminded of the old maxim, the truth  shall set you free.
We are all  cogs in a big machine designed to harness us to the system that keeps the wealthy on top. We can resist this alienation by creating projects for ourselves which produce real interactions outside  of the rules and relationships that social reproduction demands. In doing this we can find new affinities  and new prospects for destroying the existing order.
I remain at the end of the day an optimist.
Oh happy St Dwynwens's day, by the way, the Welsh Patron Saint of Lovers.

Narrated by Gillian Anderson  ; Scripted by Nigel Warbuton


From  the BBC Radio 4 series about life's big questions - A history of ideas.

Dreamtime

( under the influence of a few jazz cigarettes

In dreamtime meanderings
I drift with subconscious mind,
releasing abstract threads of memory
from deep repostitory of brain, 
in transition, some become reality
journeys for the future to bridge,
flickering in colour, protective spindles of feeling
lingering passages of twilights passing pages,
swaying through the day and night
opening mind, releasing feelings deep inside,
gathering scraps of everything to restore
fading in and out, never submitting to defeat,
waiting for notions of days to come
days of change tumbling  forward,
sparks of magic, spinning through tomorrow

touching the earth, with explosions of breath.

Suppression of thought - a poem for Palestinian Poet, Ashraf Fayah

Ahsraf Fayah is  a Palestinian Poet, sentenced to death by the Saudi Arabian authorities for allegedly insulting Islam,  for the crime of  apostasy. Sentenced to death by beheading for expressing a thought ,,  but  this celebrated poet was basically using his freedom of expression to express his feelings about his identity as a Palestinian, ( his family came from Gaza, even though he was born in Saudi Arabia ) and for sharing his cultural and philosophical ideas in a 2008 book called  Instructions Within . Saudi Arabia  again disregarding human rights and the rule of law.
Poets and artists across the world have been speaking out,  writing poems,  signing petitions, calling for his release and acquital in acts of solidarity. A worldwide reading of his own work took place on January 14th.
Here is a kink to a petiton  by Amnesty International on his behalf, followed by a poem of mine dedicated to him.

https://www.amnesty.org.uk/actions/free-ashraf-fayedh-saudi-arabia-palestinian-poetry-apostasy-execution

Suppression of thought

A distant voice,
shared free expression,
now confined,
by chains of oppression,
longing like a dove to fly away,
beyond the strains of prison walls,
release thoughts that are still unsaid,
a poetic voice, for whom  we now plead.
Each word that is silenced,
is part of us, in pieces,
struggling to be heard,
carrying freedoms breath,
untold wonders of feeling,
Asraf carries a knowledge of life,
that may surpass anything we could attain,
words are often open to interpretation,
this is the gift of communication,
should not be lost  in the silence of time,
let hope share it's light,
the wish of deliverence ,
from  dark captivity,
released from suppression,
verses to be freed, put to paper,
to be granted the ability to breathe again.

above poem posted on I am not a silent poet blog :-

 https://iamnotasilentpoet.wordpress.com/2016/01/20/suppression-of-thought-by-dave-rendle

Brion Gysin ( 19/1/1916 - 13/7/86) - The Poets are supposed to liberate the words - not chain them in phrases

Brion Gysin  was a writer and painter. He is best known for his rediscovery of Tristan Tzara's cut-up technique while cutting  through a newspaper upon which he was  trimming some mats. He did many experiments with cut-ups while living  in Tangiers, where he established with the Moroccan painter Mohamed Hamri a cafe called the 1001 Nights in order to employ members  of the Master Musicians of Joujouka  an ancient Sufi musical collective from the Rif Mountains. so that he could hear them as frequently as possible. He shared all this with his friend William S. Burroughs, who subsequently  put the cut-up technique into good good use and dramatically changed the landscape of American literature. To be used again  with dramatic effect by the late great Kathy Acker.

The trance-inducing, hypnotic qualities of tthe Master Musicians of Joujouk's music deeply resonated with Gysin’s interests in ritual, mysticism, and altered states of consciousness. He saw the musicians as keepers of a spiritual tradition that transcended time and sought to bring their work to Western audiences. 

Gysin and Burroughs famously organised performances of the Master Musicians, introducing their powerful sound to visitors like Rolling Stones guitarist Brian Jones, who would later record Brian Jones Presents the Pipes of Pan at Joujouka in 1968. Gysin’s role as a cultural bridge between the West and the mysticism of Morocco was not limited to the Beats. His collaboration with Jones would help bring the Master Musicians to the attention of a wider audience, weaving Gysin’s influence into the world of 1960s rock music.

Born in Buckinghamshire, England, raised in Alberta by his Canadian mother, but sent to a secondary school at Downside Catholic College in England. His dad was Swiss who went missing in action in the First World War.By the age of 19 deft at language, Brion was a Parisian and surrealist. Beginning a life of adventure leading eveywhere.
A consumate innovator, Gysin altered the cut-up technique to produce what he called permutation poems in which a single phrase was repeated several times, with the words rearranged in a different order with each reiteration. Together with Burroughs they thought the spell of language could be broken by slicing,dicing and splicing.
An outsider who wanted to ' liberate the words from language.' though without the rules of language I guess words can take on the form of psychobabble. But Gysin liked to use  methods  deemed  outside the pantheon of recognised mediums.
A truly radical trailblazer, Artist, poet, magician, subversive , painter, shaman - Gysin was all these things and more.
It is impossible to sum up the importance of this man, his art in a few short paragraphs, I have long admired him, and would urge you to seek him out.
Significantly he has been called the most influential cultural figure of the  last century that most people have never heard of. A big influence on the late David Bowie acting a symbolic role , as an image of unrefined creativity. Bowie talked about the cut-up technique a lot using it to  ignite anything that might be in his imagination. Eventually meeting Gysin in 1976.,  the cut up effect used on his album the Next Day  in 2013. The film about David Bowie Cracked Actor: A film about David Bowie  that was made in 1974 for Omnibus as part of the BBC's art strand was I guess my first introduction to the worlds of Burroughs and Gysin, so cheers David.
So Happy 100th birthday Brion Gysin  who together with William Burroughs  created a 'third mind ' and 'stormed the citadels of enlightenment.'

' Writing is fifty years behind painting. I propose to apply the painters' techniques to writing; things as simple and immediate as college or montage. Cut right through the pages of any book or newsprint... lengthwise, for example, and shuffle the columns of text. Put them together at hazard and read the newly constituted message. Do it for yourself. Use any system which suggests itself to you. Take your own words or the words said to be "the very own words" of anyone else living or dead. You'll soon see that words don't belong to anyone. Words have a vitality of their own and you or anybody else can make them gush into action.

The permutated poems set the words spinning off on their own; echoing out as the words of a potent phrase are permutated into an expanding ripple of meanings which they did  not seem to be capable of when they were struck into that phrase.

The poets are supposed to liberate the words - not chain them in phrases. Who told poets they were supposed to think? Poets are meant to sing and to make words sing. Poets have no words "of their own." Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody.
"Your very own words," Indeed! And who are you? '

From 1960 essay:- Cut-Ups Self-Explained.


CUT-UPS AND PERMUTATIONS

' Here is the gimmick. Cut up everything in sight. Make your whole life a poem. You can't lose man. You can't lose because you've got  nothing to lose but that worthless junk you're sitting on. Get out of the blue Frigidaire and live.

Try it. Be a Poet. Be a Man.'

Gysin - Cut me up

                                        Brion Gysin - No Poets (1962)

Brion Gysin

(untitled 1971)

A short film  that makes me  stop paying attention to what I am  doing and lose myself  in the idea that:-  'Nothing is true and everything is permitted.'  

I Am that I Am