Antenna

Antenna

Sunday, 18 March 2012

FADING RAINBOW

like a divine miracle
it hangs there suspended from the heavens
as fine drizzle falls in the mid-afternoon sun
i reach quickly for my camera
but in the moment elapsed
almost in a flash
the rainbow swiftly fades
like youth
like memory
like the passion of a dead love affair
like a fallen god



REMNANTS

Remnants of the forests that carpeted the land
Remnants of the glaciers that carved with a steady hand
Remnants of the bison herds that roamed across the plains
Remnants of the pigeon flocks that darkened skies for days

We fight and we scramble
We crawl on our knees
We cry and we panic
We stumble blindly

We search for remnants of what we used to be
Remnants of a language that we used to speak
Remnants of emotions that we used to feel
Remnants of a consciousness that we cannot perceive

Remnants of the turtles that crawled upon the shore
Remnants of the salmon shoals that choked the river’s roar
Remnants of amphibian, of pachyderm and ape
Remnants of crustacean, of reptile and invertebrate

We fight and we scramble
We crawl on our knees
We cry and we panic
We stumble blindly

We search for remnants of what we used to be
Remnants of a language that we used to speak
Remnants of emotions that we used to feel
Remnants of a consciousness that we cannot perceive

Saturday, 17 March 2012

REQUIEM FOR A HORSE CHESTNUT

i emerge onto the wide porch of my place of work
and do a swift double-take
something has grabbed my attention by virtue its absence
like spotting a hole in a garment
for where once there stood a mature horse chestnut tree
overhanging the wide grey asphalt of the car park
all that now remains is a forlorn-looking stump
it is like suddenly taking in the death of a friend
in fact that horse chestnut was my friend
many was the time i admired this tree's graceful trunk and branches
while i waited for the security guards to come and open up the building
songbirds sometimes kept me company
as i waited outside on cold winter mornings
in the autumn i picked up the fallen conkers
or offered a half-opened case to a surprised student
watching her amazement as it yielded in her hand
and a shiny new conker rolled out
"you're the first person ever to see that conker!" i would say
what the horse chestnut's crime was i do not know
perhaps it was unstable and represented a health and safety risk
or it shaded light from the office windows
(it overlooked the south facade of the house)
perhaps its roots were undermining the asphalt
or the staff didn't appreciate the tiny dents
when conkers fell onto the roofs of their cars
perhaps i will never find out
why my old friend was murdered

Thursday, 15 March 2012

WHICH FOUR HORSEMEN? WHAT APOCALYPSE?

"Thought-provoking but ultimately frustrating
liberal critique of unfettered capitalism,
which balks at pushing truly radical solutions
commensurate with the scale of the problem"

(Fireseed)

i fight a belated departure and delayed trains
to undertake a 10-mile round trip
to the basement of the bmi in margaret street
i am there to catch a free preview of 'the four horsemen'
courtesy of the birmingham film co-op
beyond the aerobic exercise of biking to and from stations
was it worth my while?
well, yes and no
yes because there is some interesting and insightful analysis
from at least some of the talking heads
who prop up the rather lame narration
there's dear old chomsky
cutting laconically through solid steel like a laser beam:
"terrorism is what they do to us, not what we do to them"
there's another smart talking head who shines a spotlight
on the role of deliberately cultivated public apathy
a manufactured consent which condones the evils of entrenched power
there's a compelling critique of the decadence of western society
as it reaches the final stage in the inevitable cycle
of the rise and fall of empire
the bread and circuses of ancient rome
reinvented as celebrity chefs and multi-millionaire sporting icons
but there is more than one problem with the four horsemen
maybe it's just me
but i'm left unsure of exactly who they are meant to be
at the beginning i mentally jot down:
famine, poverty, war and death
by the end ninety odd minutes later
this list seems to have morphed into:
financial greed, violence, poverty and resource depletion
should there be room for doubt?
and the core point?
the take-home from watching the film?
well, having spent the best part of the evening
criticising the workings of capitalism
the talking heads ultimately reveal their true allegiances:
reform the parasitic financial and fiscal systems
which have become corrupted by (bad) neoclassical theory
using the insights from (good) classical economic theory
and all will be hunky dory
that's it! problem solved!
no mention of who might undertake these reforms
no consideration of the likelihood of a voluntary transformation
to a fairer, more democratic system
whereby the powerful surrender their ill-gotten gains
no recognition of the inevitable end point of a system
that rewards ruthless competiton and penalises altruistic cooperation
funnelling resources to the most reckless and ruthless
and starving the rest
barely a mention of the mainstream media propaganda offensive
which normalises the unthinkable
of course no consideration of the other species we share this planet with
which are relegated to mere 'resources' to be consumed by humanity
no hint of a more radical critique
which screams for the system and its institutions
to be confronted and dismantled
only a wildly optimistic parting shot
extolling the virtues of taking the trouble to educate oneself
about the workings of the system
positing the internet as a powerful tool for such a process
and declaring the possibility of a "bloodless revolution"
("to understand something is to be liberated by it"
yeah, try convincing a third world freedom fighter
try selling that one to a resident of homs!)
as for the apocalypse
we are left to guess at the unpleasant details
although we are told by a former aide to colon powell
that royal dutch shell strategists envisage a 'messy' denouement
as we scramble for fast dwindling resources
thank you for that insight
and welcome to camp bastion, folks!

Wednesday, 14 March 2012

IN MEMORIAM

there was once a ring of oak trees in a local park
in its centre stood a grandmother oak
350 years worth of resilience
against the elements
against disease
against time itself
this is what it looked like to take a walk there


the ring of oaks nurtured a rich ecosystem
of plants, animals and fungi
generations of fledglings were raised in the trees' boughs
tiny beetles made their home in the bark
children escaped the narrow confines of the local housing estate
to make hideaways and dens in this arboreal refuge
walkers took respite from the hot summer sun under the shady boughs
or sheltered there when the spring rains or autumn winds blew in
and now the trees are gone
sacrificed at the altar of human civilisation
sacrificed for a new housing development called 'parkgate'
except that this park has lost its heart
its ring of oaks has been levelled
to make way for tarmac and paved drives
to enable vehicular access
to bring piped services
cable and satellite tv
hardcore and concrete foundations
the trees murdered
so that human civilisation can encroach that little bit further
with its death wish
leaf by leaf
twig by twig
branch by branch
trunk by sturdy trunk
another little piece of nature dies
it wasn't asked
it wasn't consulted
and it will not forgive us

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

DEATH OF A GOD LEXICON

farm = domesticated animal prison
zoo = wild animal prison
school/college = children's prison
workplace = adult prison
jobcentre = open prison
"good luck with your job search!" = open prison officer's glib rejoinder
television / supermarket / shopping centre = misc. forms of voluntary prison
prison = place of incarceration, esp. for those at the bottom of the hierarchy

NO WORRIES

five orangutans were slaughtered today in the indonesian rainforest
but not to worry
sales of energy-saving lightbulbs are up by 10% this year
a hundred women are thought to have been raped in england today
but not to worry
the government is installing a battered woman's tzar to oversee the problem
an estimated fifty thousand serbian children are currently suffering from cancer
caused by depleted uranium shells dropped on the country by nato in 1999
but not to worry
the who is monitoring the situation
two hundred species went instinct today
but not to worry
rspb membership is bearing up despite the recession
unknown numbers of civilians are being maimed or killed every day in syria
but not to worry
the un has sent its special envoy to beg mr assad to stop the carnage
not to worry
sleep easy
everything will be alright
what's on the telly tonight?

PROPAGANDA NEWSFLASH 2

"mr cameraman has just this minute landed in the united states
he is there to meet mr o'barmy
who will take him to a baseball game
however the main purpose of the three-day visit
is to discuss british troop withdrawals from aghast-istan"

[bulletin kindly brought to you courtesy of tv licence-payers money
at least that's one bill i don't have to pay
unlike the tab for the transatlantic jolly]