No you can't go back

PJ Harvey on the Andrew Marr show last Sunday - 'Let England Shake'. It felt as if a new country was willing itself into being. With the curious shots of Marr and Brown watching the performance intercut with the performance itself: eerie forties American sample - 'take me back to Constantinople / no, you can't go back to Constantinople' (covered by the Residents) - and PJH, raven-like, with a ghostly autoharp refrain:


However many caveats I might attach to a vote for the Liberal Democrats, I am much closer to that position now in my seat - with a choice of Labour, LD, Con, BNP, UKIP in Sunderland Central.

If Clegg can make the case for Europe tonight, we could be in a different area altogether... Brown is likely to weigh in alongside Clegg regarding Cameron's shameful alliance in the European Parliament, associating with homophobes and racists. Maybe the Clunking Fist might be able to do some good at last.

Any reservations I most certainly still have about the LDs are submerged whilst they are the appointed enemies of the Mail and Murdoch. All the more reason to get behind them, to try and gain greater democracy in Britain; with potential of future social-democratic consensus.

Brown might come to be seen as enabling some positive change... Most especially if we get a result close to my prediction a few weeks back (with surely a greater number of LDs than I anticipated). A referendum offering STV, AV and PR would surely be a must if the LDs gain to the extent that is possible.

47. M.R. James - 'The Ash Tree' (1903)

'there is also this passage, which I transcribe for the sake of the light it throws upon the course of events, and also upon the common beliefs of the time: [...]'
M.R. James, Collected Ghost Stories (Ware, Herts: Wordsworth Classics, 1992, p.33)

'The Ash Tree' is a mixture of historical investigation, travelogue and drama: 'And so ends the first act of the Castringham tragedy'. (p.34)

The oddly Italianate Suffolk is perfectly evoked in a lengthy, digressive opening. Past misdeeds, learnedness and loneliness seem intrinsic to this adventurous county of Benjamin Britten and Brian Eno. There are few landscapes as odd in blighty: the juxtaposition of purplish Dunwich Heath with beach and apocalyptic Sizewell Nuclear Power Plant. Time-frozen parish churches that reminded me of Dad's Army, secretive WW2 and Cold War radar sites, villages of 17th century timber housing oddly familiar from Lovejoy; genteel seaside resorts like the becalmed Aldeburgh and the slightly more bustling Southwold, both with distinctively pastel coloured beach huts and houses. Strong, dark Adnams Broadside ale. Weird examples of architectural planning, such as in Thorpeness.

The dating of the different occupants of the house is typically precise: 'Those who are interested in the details will find a statistical account in a letter to the Gentleman's Magazine of 1772, which draws the facts from the Baronet's own papers.' (p.35)

M.R. James ploughs the most English of furrows, in playing upon the mythical and historical exactitude, and their discordance. There is the antiquarian's concern with old books and libraries, inevitably worked into the opening reverie on Suffolk: 'I like the library, too, where you may find anything from a Psalter of the thirteenth century to a Shakespeare quatro.' (p.30) Several of the protagonists have scholarly leanings, as is usual in James; for example, William Crome, the grandson of the erstwhile vicar.

The Michael Reeves film Witchfinder General (1968), almost exclusively filmed in Jamesian Suffolk, comes to mind in Sir Richard's foolhardy burning of Mrs Mothersole's empty coffin, reviving 'for a time all the stories of witch-trials and of the exploits of the witches, dormant for forty years.' (p.35) History will not relinquish its grip, its fascination; James's characters and landscape (from whatever stage in time) resound with the past. It seems natural for James to set the climactic part of his story in 1754 and then have characters who have never previously met striking up an acquaintance based upon familial history: upon meeting William Crome, Sir Richard says, 'the name of Crome is always a passport to Castringham. I am glad to renew a friendship of two generations' standing.' (p.37)

The 'Castringham sickness'. Matter-of-fact, localised tragedy. There is an unknowable quality to the sequence of events which is chronologically related; as ever in MRJ, there is no visible violence, but rather the suggestion of malevolence; no marks of violence, but a window left open. The initial suggestion that it might a squirrel running up and down the stem of the ash seems plausible enough, and even when we get clearer elucidation of the threat, it is left opaque, mystical almost: 'Such a nest of catarrhs and agues was never seen.' (p.37) Ultimately, as is the case in other good weird fiction - and indeed pure cinema - 'the reader must judge for himself.' (p.31)

The topography of the house and its grounds is methodically set out, James creating an eerie atmosphere. It will be interesting to see whether David Rudkin's Ghost Story for Christmas version (TX: BBC1, 23/12/1975) manages to capture the subtle dread of the Jamesian prose. From watching Rudkin's previous Play for Today, Penda's Fen (TX: 21/03/1974), it would seem Rudkin would be an ideal adaptor of this sort of English piece, which is so much about the pull of landscape and ghosts of the past.

9/10

1990 in five forsaken futures

 Hope for the future was implicit: the Poll Tax revolt, Thatcher's ousting and these songs of the day...











... Yet the future meant more Murdoch; Gazza embodying the ruination of masculinity. There might have been sensitivity, togetherness, yearning techno and Saint Etienne at the top of the charts; there was instead Sky TV and laddish 'Britpop' luddites. Tony Blair, not John Smith. 'We ain't no hooligans' proclaimed proudly, only for the English mad-dog to rear its head again with the disgraceful scenes in Sverige 1992. A window of opportunity for civilisation, quickly slammed shut as things soured.

Solitary brother
Is there still a part of you that wants to live
Solitary sister
Is there still a part of you that wants to give

Love's got the world in motion
And I can't believe it's true

The uncertainty in Sumner's voice was all too justified.

An Ideal Scenario

Smug opportunist in pursuit of ill-defined 'change' comes unstuck!

In 2010 so far, we have seen the slow slide of the Conservatives; the prospect of a strong or even outright majority fading, as the British people take a look at them and understandably have second thoughts. Before Darling's absurd 'we're going to be harder than Thatcher' rhetoric, Labour had managed to appear the more realistic option, not exactly supporting, but seeming to represent the sort of public sector terrain that the Tories would gleefully cut. Making swingeing public sector cuts will not be painless, and if we are talking job cuts, the state will only gain a minimal amount per sacked employee, when factoring in future loss of income tax/NI contributions and benefits to be paid out. The Liberal Democrats have a more consistent policy platform, spot on regarding trident, tax policy and much else. But Labour deserves a little credit for putting voting reform on the agenda. Left-of-centre people must accept it is crucial to avert Tory control; full PR would see a Thatcherite Conservatism made practically impossible again.
 
Within the realms of possibility, we could have:

LAB 30% (290 seats)
CON 34% (258 seats)
LIB-D 23% (70 seats)
OTH 12% (32 seats)

- with Labour gaining a small majority of seats and having to stage a referendum on full PR, to obtain loose issue-by-issue arrangement with the Liberal Democrats. It is over 80 years since we have had any kind of overhaul of our electoral system - ludicrous, but unsurprising, as the vested interests have dug in. The main two parties have long ceased to represent anything like the mass of the British people. They represent (or attempt to represent) a non-existent constituency of floating voters in the mythical land of Middle England, ending up pleasing nobody. If people are voting Green, Respect, TUSC, SNP, PC and UKIP - even BNP - these voices should be properly represented in Parliament.

If this happens, British democracy might, it just might, begin to grow up.

Cuts Are Not a Necessity, Nor Are They Inevitable

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2010/mar/07/spending-cuts-labour-election-tories
Compelling case made there.

Should public sector workers, the listeners of BBC6, students in FE/HE be penalised for the recession? A recession caused by a corrupt financial system - unchecked capitalism - aided and abetted by our politicians.

The nerve is extraordinary for Conservatives - and to a large extent, Labour - to be claiming public sector cuts would in effect be victim-less. Try lopping 20% off the budget of any area which provides frontline services to the public... The excess auditing and the culture of yearly mock-OFSTED inspections would be savings that could be made.

Redundancies in the civil service or education sectors may only amount to miniscule savings, considering the redundancy payments and future welfare benefits that the state will have to pay out.

Across-the-board pay freezes and reductions in managerial salaries might be part of the answer.

No cuts are wholly victimless - e.g. not renewing trident would mean cuts in Cumbria, getting rid of ID cards would affect the Durham passport offices. But these would at least be principled decisions - unlike the main parties' application of warped 'realism' to HE / FE / Local Authorities / Civil Services.

The BBC comes into this too. The strategic review talked about 'Quality' but not Public Service Broadcasting. I urge all to read the Strategic Review here and then respond to it...:
https://consultations.external.bbc.co.uk/departments/bbc/bbc-strategy-review/consultation/consult_viewAlso, sign this petition for good measure; ensure it exceeds 100,000 signatories:
http://www.petition.fm/petitions/6musicasiannet/1000/

Preserve and support what is good public service: libraries, health care, BBC, NHS. The battle is only beginning and the General Election outcome will play a significant role in this. The debate must be joined now by all who care about retaining the vestiges of enlightenment to be found in Blighty. One cannot sit back resigned and watch the things you care about disintegrating; the forces of ignorance will win otherwise.

A corrective to Littlejohn

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/politics/labour/7373559/Michael-Foot-The-last-of-a-dying-breed.html

Have recently watched In the Loop (dir. Armando Iannucci, 2009), brilliantly scathing about what our politics has become.

Beneath Contempt

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/article-1255529/Michael-Foot-good-Old-Footy-No-dangerous-deluded-hypocrite.html

Interesting to consider this in the light of the Daily Heil's position in the 1930s under Rothermere.

Littlejohn - a bootboy enlisted for service in the war against civilisation. Impugning the integrity of a man who has just died is par for the course.

Foot was a member of the Local Defence Volunteers during WW2; what has Littlejohn ever offered to his 'treasured' blighty?

How does the column continue?


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