A million years ago, perhaps more, another universe was possibly known, floating above the earths crust, deep, deep in space, stoned us, kept us in our place, with lightning strikes, instead of weapons, it hits the earth with empirical devotion, from the cosmos, arrived transcendental, in spirals of space time continuam, before the beginnings of blind faith, and the tears of evolution.
Not the first time either, this is meant to be a news organisation without an agenda. In a ruling the BBC''s editorial committe agreed with complainants that an online BBC article about Gazas tunnels http:///bbc.co.uk/news/world-middle-east-28430298 breached the organisations accuracy guidelines, but Eadot Hechts propaganda piece ( minus the word 'independent' in his biographical note ) remains on the BBC website..
Also this week, the World Service programme Business matters http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p02r6sndis running a programme every day from Israel and the Occupied territories, which again contains much innacuracy. Israel did not pull out of Gaza in 2005, Israel remains the occupying power in Gaza and is recongnised as such by the UN and international governments. Hamas did not take over Gaza it was elected to govern. Israel did not close down its borders with Gaza because Hamas 'is committed to its destruction' but as part of its policy of occupation.etc etc
The Palestinian people are under occupation, or in exile, millions living as refugees. A programme like this does not make any sense unless these basic facts are explained. The BBC cannot keep making programmes about Gaza where Israel lies are presented as fact by a BBC presenters.
There are no comparable articles commissioned by the BBC from Palestinian or Pro Palestinian commentators, in which they are given carte blanche to set out their point of view. This a privilege afforded by the BBC only to Israels spokespeople and until now these spokespeople have taken full advantage of this freedom across the BBC output, whether broadcast or online.
Israels propaganda time and time again is given prominence on the BBC whose news programmes reach 81% of the UK audience
It is hoped that two ECU rulings will go some way to pushing back these privileges and introducing something that resembles professional journalism in the BBC's coverage of Israels ongoing occupation of the Palestinian people.
Please dont be silent. Make your voice heard. Please make an official complaint to the BBC everytime you see a whiff of bias. It's our service, they need to be challenged.
The remarkable inspirational Hetty Bower died on the 20th May 2013 at the age of 108. From the First World War to the day she died she was a tireless campaigner for peace and justice, who was still marching and joining demonstrations well into her second century.
For Hetty the myth of ‘our brave boys’ going off to fight the enemy
was quickly dispelled when she saw disabled and limbless servicemen
returning during World War I. She had met people who were committed to
not killing and seen how badly conscientious objectors were treated in
1918. She became and remained a pacifist.
Ina lifetime of campaigns she was
involved in the General Strike campaign in the 1920s, she could recall
the "battle of Cable Street" in 1936 when fascists were stopped from marching
through east London. During the Second World War, During the war, with two young daughters to care for, she volunteered to
help at the offices of the Czech Refugee Trust Fund and subsequently
ended up running a Czech Refugee Hostel in North London for Trade
Unionists, Socialists, Communists, Jews and anyone else they could get
out of Czechoslovakia during that period. She was also a founding member of the Campaign For Nuclear
Disarmament, and a veteran of many other progressive causes, joining the anti-war protests over Iraq. An activist to the very end.
She said: "I have
lived for a very long time and I have a very good memory. I've lived
through two world wars and I have spent most of my adult life working
for peace on our planet. I don't think human beings are civilised while
we still waste time and money killing each other, when we should be
sitting at a table discussing how to improve the lives of ordinary
people."
The new Conservative Government will apparently continue their cull of badgers, regardless of complaints from the public. One thing, the Conservatives have proved time and time and again is their arrogant indifference and callous disregard to our wildlife, let alone, people. The savage immorality of them, must be stopped. As they plan to waste an obscene amount of money on this senseless cull, whilst at the same time planning £12 billion of new welfare cuts. It is simply ridiculous logic.
The Defra Press office has confirmed that Lord Gardiner has been appointed as their Lords minister for DEFRA, former Deputy Chief Executive of the Countryside Alliance,http://markavery.info/2015/05/18/really/ yes this says, clearly where their heart really lies. However hard you look, you will never find a trace of compassion under their skin.
I would urge you all, to send a little message, surely our countryside would be better served by lovely badgers, than, the roaming virus of Tory destruction.
I say save the badgers, cull all Tories
Today marks the tragic anniversary of the suicide of Ian Curtis, the troubled, mercurial, tortured singer and lyricist of the band Joy Division. A lot of my formative years were spent listening to his songs, and in a roundabout way, introduced me to the work of such fascinating literary writers like William Burroughs and J G Ballard. Words meant a lot to him as they do to me. He left behind at the young age of 23, a wife and daughter and for many the whiff of sadness, but also left a musical legacy of much genius and musical depth. I still dig out his records, and find them the opposite to the labels put on them, like depressing and bleak, I genuinely find them uplifting. Poetry in fact, beautiful with a primal power. Here are a few of my favourites songs of his. His absence still resonates with many, gone but not forgotten.
Transmission (1978)
Radio, live transmission.
Radio, live transmission.
Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night.
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong
And hide from these days we remained all alone.
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance,dance. dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Well I could call out when the going gets tough.
The things that we've learnt are no longer enough.
No language that we've learnt are no longer enough.
No language, just sound, that's all we need know, to synchronise
love to the beat of the show.
And we could dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
New Dawn fades (1979)
A change of speed, a change of style.
A change of scene ,with no regrets,
A chance to watch, admire the distance,
Still occupied, though you forget.
Different colours, different shades,
Over each mistakes were made.
I took the blame.
Directionless so plain to see,
A loaded gun won't set you free.
So you say.
We'll share a drink and step outside,
An angry voice and one who cried,
Well give you everything and more,
The strains too much, can't take much more.
Oh, I've walked on water, run through fire,
Can't seem to feel it anymore.
It was me, waiting for me,
Hoping for something more.
Me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else.
Shadowplay (1979)
To the centre of the city, where all roads meet, waiting for you,
To the depths of the ocean when all hopes sank, searching for you,
I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you,
In a room with a window in the corner I found truth.
In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more,
As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor,
And with the cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect,
But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.
I did everything, everything I wanted to,
I bet them use you for their own ends,
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you,
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.
Love will tear us apart (1980)
When routines bites hard,
and ambitions are low,
And resentments rides high,
But emotions won't grow
And were changing our ways, taking different roads.
Then love, love will tear us apart again,
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Why is the bedroom so cold?
You've turned away on your side.
Is my timing that flawed?
Our respect runs so dry.
Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives.
But love, love will tear us apart again,
Love, love will tear us apart again.
You cry out in your sleep,
All my feelings exposed.
And there's a taste in my mouth,
As desperation takes hold.
Just that something so good just can't function no more.
But love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love, will tear us apart again.
Love, love, will tear us apart again,.
Love, love , will tear us apart again.
" Gardening is the most theraputic and defiant act you can do. Especially in the inner city. I want us to become ecolutionaries, renegades, gangster gardeners. People need to realise how powerful the transformation of soil can be. Everything you experience in life happens in the garden. You learn patience, you learn systems, you learn biology,you learn sex and you learn the thing we call death may not actually be death. It may just be an energy transfer. That's what composting is."
Listen to the soft rain fall,
catch hope in hand,
when the streams of the world,
keep on passing by,
in the hours of dreaming,
breathe and inhale.
Follow the snails path,
and the trail of birds,
shifting sands, long winding roads,
beyond implosions that explode,
in satori breathe,
mind is empty and free.
In the presence of moments stillness,
we can be shores of touch and belief,
elements drifting, particles shining,
following immediacies destination,
towards rivers long, journeys unknown,
spirits of the age, keep on turning,
in the ebb and flow of life.
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