Saturday, 10 May 2008

Mr. Morrison, I owe you thanks

Christ, I think I may have found a literary hero. The late, great Jim Morrison. Thanks to him, I've managed to find endless inspiration and for the first time in years I've been able to fully express myself through poetry.

Endless Light

Power is a thing best left unfettered.
I tell you this to save your soul,
Not to sell it.
Talk to me girl,
Tell me of pretty, dreamlike things,
Things best forgotten as we watch the sun set,
Together we rise, estranged we fall.

Some things are best left unsaid,
A rush of blood to the head
Makes me forget those times we shared.
Left open in the blistering sun
So you can rummage in my bowels
Searching, still searching
For that special part of me.

What makes me whole?
You? Him? Her?
Or is it some cosmic balance,
Forever perpetuated, unsubstantiated
By our actions towards eachother.

Let us not leave in bitterness,
But joy in knowing that the endless cycle
Has been completed through words that we said
Thoughts going through my head
Lead me back to you.

Friday, 9 May 2008

New Poems

These are the first poems I've written in French. While they're separated into verses, they should be read spoken word. No translations, if you really want to know what I'm going on about, Google is your friend ;)

Le Terrassé

On a chassé ce terrassé
Sur les bords de la rivière,
jusqu'à la mer puis sous la terre
Par là, par ici, partout.

On a tué les soldats
Qui ont refusé de se battre
Étouffer les chats,
Menteurs, tout vient d'admettre.

Ne pleurait pas, ma fille
Tu as autant de chance de ne pas comprendre
Ce monde cruel, ignoble d'esprit

Le serpent se révèle,
Et les hommes qui sont faibles d'esprit
Pleurent comme des enfants.

Voici la fin, voici notre mort
Voici la voix qui poussera du vide
Il nous appelle, suivons.

On a chassé ce terrassé
Mais sans risque, le jeu n'est pas amusant
Il se retourne, il se parle
Et on disparaît


Immaculée

Connaissez-vous la bonne route ?
La route qui tord,
La route qui se tourne,
Vers votre réveil.

Connaissez-vous l'homme sage d'esprit
Et faible physiquement ?
Ecoutez-le, entendez ses mots.

Connaissez-vous le monde ?
L'avez-vous vu dans son intégralité ?

Parlez-vous les mots des anciens,
Ceux qui ont les moyens longtemps oubliés ?
En tirer les leçons afin que vous pouvez trouver votre propre chemin.

Entendez-vous la voix ?
Celui qui vient de l'ombre,
Qui la pousse à travers l'autre côté
Pour nous rendre immaculée.


Thursday, 8 May 2008

Hehn...

Well, what a truly shitty night last night was.
There's kind of a very long history to this that dates back to around September-time at... you guessed it, the start of this school year.
Hun hun, where to begin? Well, it was a friend's birthday on Monday. While she may not know it (or rather, may not realize it), I consider her to be a very close friend, even though I have only known her for a short time. Thursday (today) was a bank holiday, meaning we had no school, so I asked her if she wanted to go to the local pub for a drink or two to celebrate the big 18, and she said yeah, she'd love to come. I went there with another mate and waited for a bit, she eventually showed up with her boyfriend and a friend of hers.
Things were cool for a bit, the beer was horrible though. Anyways, after a while they all went out to smoke a joint. For half a goddamn hour. Leaving me to wonder where the hell everyone was.

Fuck it, I'm socially inept from having spent five years in the middle of freakin' nowhere back in Italy, where I didn't socialize at all outside of school. Basically this has left me with an incredibly warped sense of reality; I have divided my life into two sections:
  • Academic life, a world of do's and dont's where I maintain an artificial façade in order to fit in with the people around me. Anybody on the outside of this would see me as a 'normal' person by their standards. This has also leaked into my social life.
  • My personal life. The real me.
The thing is, they're two majorly contrasted personalities. When I am alone in my bedroom, as I am now, I am constantly thinking, imagining, wondering. My thoughts are all jumbled up, and I find it incredibly hard to focus on one specific thing. Think of it as turning a radio dial, where you have a really bad transmission but as you turn the dial you get through garbled dialogue from certain frequencies. Well, that's more or less what's going on in my head twenty four seven, so much so that it's hard to sleep. I've started to develop a few ways to relax and steer myself towards a state of sleep and relaxation; but those are in very early stages at the moment.
One can't help but feel trapped in this button-down world. I don't fit in with anyone; I'm constantly reevaluating myself and trying to find a way to shape and mold myself to fit other people's expectations. I would bend over backwards for some people, and I have a feeling they exploit that (albeit not deliberately) for their own use.
At the moment my current state of mind verges from jubilant to philosophical to horribly depressed. I constantly have small 'epiphanies' of what I should say to people; tell them exactly what I think of them, then wake up in the morning wondering what possessed me to come up with such a ridiculous idea.
From reading this, you probably think that I'm a complete and utter mess at the moment, and to be honest you're not far off. But I can't help think there's some sort of logic hidden behind this, mainly because I like a world where every little fait can be attributed and explained to some form of rigid logic, leaving no room for deviation. Hell, as I'm typing this I'm writing without really thinking of what I'm saying. Some say that makes damn good therapy for a busy mind such as mine, so I'll continue talking because I could really do with letting it out.
Sure, I feel rejected by this girl, but also confused. I sometimes get the feeling that she's flirting with me in some way, shape or form, but since I've become so inept at telling; I can't really decipher what it means. I don't want to give out the wrong impression about her, she's one of the only people I have never had anything negative to say about. But it's all so goddamn confusing. Hell, man is a confusing animal. And that's what we are; animals. We're not special, we're not unique. We fuck, shit and gorge ourselves like all the other animals out there. Even in our perceived superiority, we share it as a common trait with other animals; the constant need to be superior, at the top of the food chain. And when we've beaten all the other species of animal, we fight within our own species. Maybe the world would be better without us.

Wednesday, 7 May 2008

From Beginning to End: a history of the French Popular Front

The year is 1934, five years before the outbreak of the Second World War and world politics are undergoing a drastic change. The divides between the left and right are becoming all the more apparent, and France is no exception to this great divide.
The French far-right were getting impatient with the apparent lack of progress in the government, and claimed that it was run by the French leftists, mainly the radical party. There was trouble brewing beneath the surface which erupted on the 6th of February in the form of riots instigated by supporters of the far-right. These protesters formed large groups based on the political movements they were part of. There were several main groups of protesters:
  • Action Française, the forerunners in the French far-right movement. They were by far the most numerous during the protests and dedicated to restoring monarchy in France.
  • La Jeunesse Patriote, strikingly similar to Mussolini and Hitler's youth movements, they boasted to have numerous important political connections.
  • Francisme, an organization holding fascist ideologies.
  • Le Croix de Feu, an organization composed of war veterans.
The riots came at an opportune time internationally speaking, as both Hitler and Mussolini were now in power and ready to finance the far-right if they were to attempt a coup d'etat.
All of a sudden the streets of Paris were flooded with angry protesters. The police and national guard were called out into the streets and clashed violently with the opposition.
The photo on the left shows the extension of the violence in the city. A young man throws a potato covered in razorblades at a police horse (out of shot). This was but an example of the violence occurring sporadically throughout the center of Paris; and was far from over.



In face of the recent rioting, the left began to fear for the future of the country. The right was rapidly gaining popularity. Something had to be done quickly in order to counter the rise of the right in France. The SFIO (french socialist party) had suggested that the leftist parties joined forces in the upcoming legislative elections in 1936, but the PCF (french communist party) refused to do so. After the rise of Communism in Russia, the French socialists split into two factions, the SFIO, who opposed the Comintern controlling all of the international socialist parties, and the PCF who were loyal to the Soviets. As a consequence of the split, the Comintern forbade the PCF to join forces with the other socialists. Then, a major U-turn occured and the Soviets decided it would be a better idea for the French left to join forces to oppose the far-right. The SFIO and PCF then joined up with the radicals and thus was born the Front Populaire. While they didn't share all of each-other's views on political legislations, they were able to reach a compromise where the two other parties would back whoever appeared to be the strongest, in this case the SFIO. Along came the legislative elections and Léon Blum, head of the SFIO, became the French prime minister with Daladier (a radical) as his executive. The PCF decided to stay out of it all.
This was also notably the first time where three women had participated in the government, even before women had the right to vote. Things seemed good for the left at long last.

The Front Populaire then set about to changing the workings of French society and French economy, notably by inciting workers to strike. The workers striked and took control of the factories, thus making production impossible and immobilizing the economy. The radicals were incredibly unhappy about this, as they themselves did not support the proletariat, but the small enterprises, and urged workers to go back to work.
On the 7th June 1936, the Matignon Accords were put into practice. These accords allowed
  • The existence and creation of worker syndicates, most notably the CGT (Comité General du Travail)
  • Business owners and the state to have official representatives
  • A substantial raise in minimum wage.
  • Two legal weeks of paid leave per year
  • A reduction of working hours, to 40 hours per week.
The business owners were understandably outraged, as they felt that they were being made to pay their workers more for less work. This proved to be an exceptional opportunity for the far-right to leap in and exploit this feeling of betrayal.
Owners therefore reduced their investments and started to invest their Capital abroad. The reduction in working hours also meant less production and therefore a higher demand, which forced prices to go up. The radicals weren't happy with all of the social unrest, but also were quite annoyed with the government's foreign policy.
In 1936, while Hitler was secretly rebuilding the German army, a situation similar to the French situation unfolded, with the Fruente Popular winning the legislative elections in Spain. Unfortunately, things were about to take a turn for the worst, as the Spanish right reacted with a coup d'etat led by General Franco. This sparked up a civil war between the Nacionales, who were led by Franco and financed by Mussolini and Hitler, and the Republicans who were financed by Russia, and had many young communists from all over the world joining forces with them.
The radicals decided to stay out of it, as did the SFIO. The front populaire officially declared not to intervene, but were secretly shipping arms across the Pyrenees into Spain to fuel the war effort. In charge of this operation was Pierre Cot, who worked with Jean Moulin, the future head of the French resistance and a native of Béziers.
The right wing were starting to exploit the feelings of the French people, putting up posters which played on the fears of Communism in France. One of the most famous strategies employed was in the form of a call published in over three hundred newspapers across the country by the far-right:
French people!
Despite the hard lesson we have been taught over the past four months, you're still ready to believe everything will work itself out.
Nothing can work out while those who want to bring the Soviets into the country are in power.
Blum's reign will finish one of these days either miserably or tragically.
The communist party is waiting for this opportunity to deliver their final desperate gestures, proclaim a general strike and try, in the light of provoked disarray, to institute their dictatorship and their inevitable reign of shame and horror, [...] as in Spain where the elections of the Fruente Popular ended up in a bloody catastrophe.
The same peril exists here.
French people of all opinions:
Have the courage to look the events that are being prepared in the face. This is the only way you will save your house, your land, your fortune large or small, your work, your freedom, your life.

A campaign of anti-semitism was started against Léon Blum, as well as a smear campaign against Roger Salenegro which claimed he had deserted during the first world war. In response to this campaign, Salenegro commited suicide.
The far-right parties also underwent a makeover, donning new names. Le Croix de Feu became the PSF (Parti Sociale français). A terrorist group was even founded, known as the CSAR (Comité Secret D'action Revolutionnaire), the Secret Comity of Revolutionary Action, who were well trained and had hundreds of hidden weapons stashes dotted around Paris. They were about 12000 men strong and backed by Mussolini, Hitler and Franco. Many rich members of the CSAR split off and created their own enterprises, the most famous being cosmetics company Loréal.
In 1938, Léon Blum decommissioned as Prime Minister, thus calling the end of the FP.

Tuesday, 6 May 2008

From the Art Gallery...

While the inspiration well has been somewhat dry lately in the art department, I usually manage to surprise myself every now and then by producing a half-competent piece of art. Arguably my best work is "Mona Lisa Overdrive: Redux", which is actually a modification of a previous work.

While I don't pretend to be a serious artist, this piece was slightly different to the others in the sense that it had a concrete meaning behind it. I had wanted to cut up a Renaissance painting into my own vision for quite some time, but had never been able to find a piece that gave me inspiration. For a while I struggled, until I came across perhaps the most famous portrait in the world: the Mona Lisa.
I wanted to give it a modern twist, but also something of a dystopian feel. I therefore picked out a tasty little Soviet gasmask and a generic pistol and got to work. It took me around two hours to complete. The painting (to me at least) shows the contrast between the Renaissance, I.E. the golden age of humanity, and the dystopian, 1984-esque world that we find ourselves in today. I am genuinely proud of this piece, and have not produced anything remotely near it's quality since.

Another piece that I kind of like is called "Shotgun Messiah":


This was incredibly simple to do, and the message is obvious. I wanted to play on the militarism of the fundamentalist right by putting a halo of Fat Men (the atom bombs dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima) over the President of the United States. While not complicated, I think the message is clear enough.

Like the above works of art? Lemme know! You can check out the rest of my work at http://rhy-himself.deviantart.com

Monday, 5 May 2008

I Think What God Meant to Say...

So, earlier on Shiv passed me this link detailing the recent child abuse and polygamy scandal going on in a small Church in Eldorado, Texas.
The story is pretty damn worrying, apparently a member of the Fundamental Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (FLDS for posterities sake) tipped off the police about the alleged child abuse going on there. The authorities then raided the compound and took the children into protective custody along with their mothers, many of who were married to the same man because the church is a part of the Mormon religion.
A little background: the FLDS is one of the largest sects of Mormon practitioners today, with around 10,000 members. It split from the mainstream Mormon organization (the LDS) when the LDS decided to denounce polygamous marriage, seeing as it's against state and federal laws in the United States. The church itself is run by a man named William E. Jessop, but before him it was run by Warren Jeffs, who had been on the run from the FBI before he was arrested in September of 2007 and found guilty for two counts of rape.

The raid was carried out after the police got a call from someone claiming to be a 16-year-old girl who had been sexually abused by members of the Church. Without further ado, the police raided the church only to discover that they could not find the person who placed the call. So where was the girl? Truth is one Rozita Swinton had placed the call and impersonated a 16 year old. She was later arrested for false reporting to the authorities. Nevertheless, the police and child-protection agencies searched the compound and concluded that the children "had been abused or were in danger of being abused in the future". The children are now in State custody until it is decided where they will go. The control of the Church has now been given back to the FLDS.

The Waco Siege of 1994 has now become synonymous with the concept of fundamentalist Christianity. I am of course talking about the infamous siege of the Branch Davidian compound in Waco, Texas that lasted for 51 days and ended in the compound catching fire, leaving around 80 dead. The first thing I thought after reading the source article above was that we could have very nearly seen another Waco.
The Waco siege was exceptionally badly planned, and one could even say it was rushed. But when you take a look at the Branch Davidian beliefs, it becomes evident that the whole siege could have been easily avoided.
Interestingly enough, David Koresh said it best himself during the siege in a recorded tape he sent out:
You guys could have arrested me when I was running down the path outside of the compound, when I was buying groceries... so why did you have to choose now?
The documentaries "Waco: A New Revelation" and "Waco, Rules of Engagement" explain that the Branch Davidians viewed the ATF siege as a sign of the "end times", as many of the things that they saw colluded to their scripture's descriptions of Armageddon. For them, the American government was viewed as the tyrannical kingdom of Babylon, who would strike against the righteous (I.E. the Branch Davidians). They would do this with chariots of fire, which were interpreted as the tanks used during the siege.

Anyways, I'm going off on a slight tangent here. I'm saying that had the authorities not better prepared for their raid of the Mormon church, it could have all gone horribly wrong. And this is what annoys me with Christianity today; the Bible is so loosely interpreted (usually deliberately), so that the various offshoots of the religion can point at any scripture they choose and say "this is the word of God, he's telling us to do this!", even if it means going out there and killing everyone with an automatic weapon. It also apparently doesn't matter if your interpretation of the bible contradicts every other sect out there. This makes it incredibly easy to start your own branch of Christianity.
For example:
“This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him.”
John I, 5:14-15

This means that God is that rich uncle you know who's always trying to buy your love and affection. Ask and ye shall recieve. One positive side, is that it also makes things very easy if you want to piss off your average fundie who claims to know the Bible off by heart. Why not challenge their interpretation of the Bible with your own? As long as you come up with logical arguments to support your theory, what's stopping you?

Peace out ;P

Sunday, 4 May 2008

More lyrical goodness.

Well, not actually all that good. Music I write to fuel the 24-hour disco in my head.
"The Sun Sets in the West"

Staring up at the sun
Coming closer to the big one
The winners know they're the best
Cuz the sun sets in the West

They try run, they try to hide
But they're with us for the whole ride, messiah
We eradicated all the rest
The sun sets in the West

And now there's noone left to shoot
We climbed the tree and picked the fruit
The generals hide in their nest
The sun sets in the West

We thought that we could overcome
The effects of the setting sun
We think that we have passed the test
And the sun sets in the West

"Children of the Sun"

We stand in the sun
Evolution doesn't affect everyone
And so I stood and watched
Countries go to war
When's it gonna end, I can't take it any more
It's all so sad to me

In the sun we are eternal
Burning in it's glow
While you go forth and plant your seed
We're gonna take it slow

Walk the roughly beaten track
Said the Kettle to the Pot "your soul is black"
Oh, and when does it end?
What is this I see?
Hot dog stands and Mickey D's
Oh, and where does it end?

In the sun we are eternal
Burning in it's glow
While you go forth and plant your seed
We're gonna take it heavy and slow
And in the sun we feel so needed
Generation of the One
And in Love we reign eternal
Just as long as we take it slow

Long lasting hypocrisy
Guy goes loco on a killing spree
Oh, and when will it end?
Shotgun blast reigns out loud
God bless this country, you should be proud
Oh please make it end!

In the sun we are eternal
Burning in it's glow
Whole you go forth and plant your seed
We're gonna take it heavy and slow
And in the sun we feel so needed
Generation of the One
And in Love we reign eternal
Just as long as we take it slow