Wednesday 12 May 2010

Of Time & Politics



One of those afternoons...clicking around in the endless library of sound that is Spotify...downloading some music...staring at the screen, out the window, into space...then at the clock again to wonder where the hell all that time had gone...well time is always going somewhere; namely, away, by second-by-second, minute-by-minute and so on...
   So much time has passed since I saw an old friend that I bumped into yesterday...made me feel quite nostalgic for times past, of course...a lot of years past...I travelled in time whilst moving forward through space on my bicycle after meeting her...
   I came across this beautiful album by Fennesz a short while ago and as it plays it kind of suits my mood, which is not melancholic but more...contemplative...of what I was like when I first met this girl over twenty years ago...what I was doing...which mostly consisted of passing time in a coffee bar with other deadbeats on the dole...boring them rigid preaching the gospel of Jazz, no doubt...along with raging against the Thatcherite machine because back then I was a Socialist...perhaps I still am, with a small ‘s’...whatever that means...but in truth I have no faith in any political system because...because I think deep down we should believe in ourselves above all else, which is not to advocate selfishness, but to gain strength from all that we are, all we want to be, rather than rely on politicians to supply a satisfactory climate for living...
   Yes, I know that the laws they pass will affect us all in some way, but whatever they do, to react emotionally, to be angered, upset, frustrated, depressed by them is futile...we elect a new dictator...that’s all...and I once enjoyed taking part in the riot against the poll tax, yes, it’s true...as a socialist or anarchist? Probably both, although they’re contradictory beliefs...
   Now I steel myself against whatever’s coming from the new coalition of waxwork dummies...the automatons of their respective parties...the politically castrated new generation, the ‘young’ shiny-faced, smooth-skinned Middle England policy-makers...propagandists for polite dictatorship in place of spirited radicalism...let’s see what happens...the revolution will be sanitised...

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