Tuesday, 9 February 2021

A Lament For These Sad Times


A slow lament for these drab times, I'll play,

Alas, they won't improve, can't be restored,

So all the clouded sorrow of the day,

Shall learn I am immune, am quite inured

To misery and loneliness and grey.

For minor keys and portamento slides

Depict the churning of the changing tides,

Of cruel seas and mad affairs of men,

And know tomorrow comes, dawn breaks again.

And there are patterns in the music of the spheres,

Which wise composers borrow,

They sound as truth to those who aren't made bored

By seeking out the sequences of life.

For finding patterns relayed to our ears,

We recognise such phrases, hints as chime,

Resounding loudly down a thousand years

Which hold within the wisdom of their time,

And know when great distrust exists, is rife,

That there is naught to do but bear our sorrow.

And yet we needs must voice it when we feel

That there is more to thinking than we're taught

For melody and harmony reveal

That strange eternal nature of our grief,

And speak of deeper things we understand

And finding we are moved we find relief.

Not in the simple spelling out at length,

Of music's words of comfort, loving strength,

But in the underlying complex thought,

That has the charge of each creative hand.


Thursday, 4 February 2021

Freedom Of The Press (based on 2 quotes from Spengler)

 Freedom Of The Press 

“To-day we live so cowed under the bombardment of this intellectual artillery(the media) that hardly anyone can attain to the inward detachment that is required for a clear view of the monstrous drama. The will-to-power operating under a pure democratic disguise has finished off its masterpiece so well that the object's sense of freedom is actually flattered by the most thorough-going enslavement that has ever existed” Spengler

“The press today is an army with carefully organized weapons, the journalists its officers, the readers its soldiers. The reader neither knows nor is supposed to know the purposes for which he is used and the role he is to play.” Spengler

Today we live so cowed, yet think we’re free

Under bombardment of artillery,

The media, and others who torment

Regard it as their duty to prevent

The smoke from clearing so the view

Of all the monstrous drama’s clear to see.

The press an army, weapons organised,

Its hacks its officers, who plan attacks

The readers, soldiers hypnotised,

Who knowing nothing real from day to day,

Are held most cheaply, easily abused,

Blind to the purposes for which they’re used,

Nor of the role they are to play. 

No person must attain detachment, calm,

The daily news is meant to bring alarm.

The will to power dressed in the disguise

Of power at its softest, most dilute,

Has finished of its masterpiece, so well,

That truth we cannot really tell,

(Because it’s never really told) from lies.

We are enslaved by power absolute. 

What Is Truth (inspired by a quote from Oswald Spengler)

“What is truth? For the multitude, that which it continually reads and hears.” 

What is truth, does it hang about the BBC,

Like mist or ozone in the air?

I think it must be so, for it seems to me

That all such facts as can be trusted are approved there.

What is truth? do you know? does anyone care?

Can it be what I wish it to be?

Is it common as muck, or like gold, quite rare?

What is truth, does it hang about the BBC?

And can I ignore it if it makes me feel free,

If living a lie, prevents my despair?

What is truth, does it roll across the deep, grey sea,

Like mist or ozone in the air?

Can I challenge what they say it is, or shouldn’t I dare?

Will it die if I don’t pay my license fee?

Is it what it’s acceptable on Twitter, to share?

I think it must be so, for it seems to me

It’s only what you’d want your peers to see.

No point in facts that do not seem fair.

Does Parliament invent it? Do they guarantee

That all such facts as can be trusted are approved there?

And what are opinions, are they just a snare

Designed to trip you up? Do they sting like a bee?

Must they be squashed or avoided if they take you, unaware?

What is truth, is it what I hear continually

Does it hang about? 

Saturday, 30 January 2021

Imagination and Wisdom

“Imagination is a poor matter when it has to part company with understanding.” Carlyle

“They only are wise who know that they know nothing.” Carlyle

Imagination is a paltry thing indeed,

If it appears when understanding ends.

But who can tell what dreams comprise?

Great fiction and great truth arise

Together, often, you will find.

Yet he is only wise who comprehends

He knows no thing at all and can’t succeed

In much, if aught. And yet what then?

Can he not dream and conjure from his mind

Such fantasies as comfort honest men,

Who knowing they know naught are therefore wise?


The Scientific Advisory Group For Emergencies

“The society exists for the benefit of its members; not its members for the benefit of the society.” (Herbert Spencer)

The Society of Scientists exists, 

One must remember,

For the benefit of each most worthy member.

It’s worthy members on the other hand,

Whose disciplines are of a great variety,

Do not exist to benefit society,

Surely this is something you can understand. 

You see our members really just advise,

It’s governments decide, though they are wise

And their decisions are identical to those

Great policies our scientists propose.


I Might Need A Hero (based on quotes from Carlyle and Spencer)

(“Democracy means despair of finding any heroes to govern you, and contented putting up with the want of them.”)

There are no heroes, I am in despair,

There’s only one great fool with bleached, blonde hair, 

And up with this I really cannot put,

So sweet contentment never fills my soul,

And yet I needs must keep my mouth closed shut,

And dream in silence, for each silly poll

Of men’s opinions shows I am alone,

And others, as imprisoned as am I

Rejoice in their confinement, and atone

For eating, speaking, meeting up with friends,

As for a mortal sin. They think that death

Stalks all the land, cuts short and makes last breath

More painful than the norm. And fear attends

Their every waking hour, and they spy

Upon their neighbours, whom they cannot trust

And treat them not with love, but with disgust.

(“The first duty of man is that of subduing fear”.)

Where is the man who might subdue their fear? 

The hero, not an actor, empty, fake,

With spiteful face behind a mask, and near

At hand a set of props, a graph, a chart,

Designed to prove there is no small mistake,

For he counts only exponential gains

And uses marvellous scientific brains,

To squash the worthless crying of the heart.

(“Hero-worship is strongest where there is least regard for human freedom”.)

Yet we must pause and question the idea

Of hero worship and the one great man,

Where freedom’s held as naught from year to year,

We needs must live as wisely as we can.

Wednesday, 27 January 2021

On Several Quotes By Thomas Carlyle

“The eternal stars shine out again, so soon as it is dark enough.“

“He who has no vision of eternity has no hold on time.”

Every day that is born into the world comes like a burst of music and rings the whole day through, and you make of it a dance, a dirge, or a life march, as you will.

Silence is as deep as eternity, speech as shallow as time.

When pitch dark night is black as Hell

And truth is crushed into the dust

Because men feel lies do as well,

And there are none whom one can trust,

Then each day born into the world

Comes like a burst of music, ringing through.

And we can make of it a dance,

A dirge, a march, a light romance,

A sorrow saturated blue,

Or mad whirl for a pantomime.

Yet we could also choose instead,

To listen to the silence, deep,

Eternal wisdom, long asleep,

And reconsider how we twirled,

Responding to the rhythmic day,

And think of careless things we said

And worse things we might think to say

For speech is shallow as is time.

When pitch dark night is black as Hell

And truth is crushed into the dust

Because men feel lies do as well,

And there are none whom one can trust,

And times seem dire and living rough,

And those in power, petty men

And all seems naught and naught sublime,

Then wait, for when it’s dark enough,

Eternal stars shine out again. 


On Three Quotes From Disraeli

 “There is no act of treachery or meanness of which a political party is not capable; for in politics there is no honour.”

“The tone and tendency of liberalism...is to attack the institutions of the country under the name of reform and to make war on the manners and customs of the people under the pretext of progress.”

“How much easier it is to be critical than to be correct.”

We’d stoop to any low, we would not care,

There is no barrel’s bottom we’d not scrape,

All treachery and meanness seem quite fair,

No need for argument, worse than red tape.

Easier to be critical than correct,

And since I am in power, and elect,

I needs must issue orders by decree.

In politics no honour can exist, 

The knife is more effective giv’n a twist.

Our sole priority’s to cause despair,

Among the many whom do not agree,

With our fine, progressive, ‘liberal’ view.

My enemies shall somehow come to see,

Old institutions are much better when made new,

Reflecting something of the greatness which is me. 


Thursday, 14 January 2021

The Road To Hell Is Paved With Them.

“One of the great mistakes is to judge policies and programs by their intentions rather than their results.” 

Milton Friedman

To make a judgement based on what men say

About their worthwhile plans and good intentions,

Is to prejudge and foolishly display

A childish hope. For men love new inventions,

Imagining the world can change its course,

They promise much and really do believe

Their policies and schemes will have some force,

But truly you should not be so naive.

For human nature mostly stays the same

And there is always crime, corruption, greed,

But men fool others, therein lies the shame

In politics it is in this that men succeed.


On Twitter

 “Wherever the relevance of speech is at stake, matters become political by definition, for speech is what makes man a political being.” Hannah Arendt

Articulated matters are political,

You really know this very well.

And speech is always relevant. You’ll find

When man is free to speak and to be critical,

The system which allows him to be heard

Allows a certain mind, more analytical,

Than one supposes might exist among the herd

Of sheep one deems his followers,

To question his every word.

And questioning has never undermined

Our politics completely, that’s a fact,

And questioning must take the form of speech,

And speech requires our systems left in tact,

Which grant communication in full flow.

The place for bullying and over-reach

Is Hell

Where ‘Liberals’ go who do not wish to know.

Instructions From The Prime Minister

“The trouble with lying and deceiving is that their efficiency depends entirely upon a clear notion of the truth that the liar and deceiver wishes to hide.“ Hannah Arendt

Since truth, in this regard, is not a clear notion,

Then our deceits and lies are inefficient,

We can’t-be blamed, please put aside emotion,

And concentrate on how to comprehend

The world through counter-intuition,

I think you’ll find this helps you justify our end.

Our means, you’ll find of very little matter,

When once you understand the truth is vague,

So please be deaf, ignore the chatter,

Ignore those words which I myself may once have said,

On promises a man like me needs must renege,

Suppress the men who speak of freedom killed stone dead!

When all the world insists there is a plague,

Then who am I to disabuse them of this fancy

And speak of life and liberty, instead.


For Those Who Cheer On Power,


“Power and violence are opposites; where the one rules absolutely, the other is absent. Violence appears where power is in jeopardy, but left to its own course it ends in power's disappearance.” Hannah Arendt

Violence is opposite to power,

Where there is power that is absolute

Then violence is absent, till the hour

When it becomes an easy substitute.

When power is in jeopardy then force

Will fill vacated space and take control,

But mark the way this sequence always ends,

When violence is left to its own course

It takes on power’s mantle, but its role

Is not to reinstall what’s been displaced,

For violence seeks not to make amends,

Nor does it punish rightly the disgraced,

It’s power’s end that violence always brings,

And power has violence waiting in the wings. 

On Three Quotes By Hannah Arendt

 On Three Quotes By Hannah Arendt

“Action, as distinguished from fabrication, is never possible in isolation; to be isolated is to be deprived of the capacity to act.” 

“True goal of totalitarian propaganda is not persuasion, but organization of the polity. ... What convinces masses are not facts, and not even invented facts, but only the consistency of the system of which they are presumably part.” 

“Mass propaganda discovered that its audience was ready at all times to believe the worst, no matter how absurd, and did not particularly object to being deceived because it held every statement to be a lie anyhow.”

We’ll keep the people isolated, now,

Remove their great capacity to act.

Until they’re vaccinated, anyhow,

Or some time there about, we’ll find a fact

To suit our worthy cause, as we see fit.

We are consistent in our endless change,

We seek not any real benefit,

We seek not to persuade, just rearrange

Society to show we are in charge.

We know that they’ll believe the very worst,

We’ll magnify absurdity, make large,

Exaggerate statistics, we’re not first

In doing so, nor will be last, we lie

To them because we know they don’t object,

Believing that our aim is to protect.

We’re right to act with cunning, for the sly

Have always governed and deception

When implemented well will guarantee

Success, and after all, they know they’re free:

They can vote, in another election.