O N     V I O L E N C E 

Violence is something a society has the ability to contain, if we ask the right questions and maintain objectivity. 

If we explore the motives of all forces involved. The actions. The lack of actions. 

If we try to address distress and pain in an open and unbiased way

with no agenda other than to lessen the harm done to one another. 



  L O V E   

A N D

  NOT LOVE 


There is love and then there is everything else. 

Born human means being born into the world having an overwhelming sense of need from the very beginning. 

Antidotes to discomfort and food sucked from something are our first order of things.

We are birthed covered in slime. A natural occurrence. Maternal. Even that which is replicated by science is this. 

From multiple science parents. We are all from multiple parents anyway.

The formation of a monster is ineluctable.

Palpable. Tangible. The human world. Collective intellect… 

the hardened scars of collective historical human experience become visceral. 

Implanted without our permission. Almost automatic. Expeditious rape.

Other Ligatures applied minutes after the maternal cord is severed. 

The impact on the soft outer layers of our new skin is at once the literal mark of death. 

From tiny cuts to open wounds. Raised marks. Scar.

I am sorry for all my wrong thinking and painting horrible pictures about these things but I was long ago infected. 

Fucked with everything and I have to remember the look that a child’s eyes have when perceiving the world in wonderment. 

How do we begin to experience Love?

delineate

Fear and trust and absence of fear. Love and desire... contradictory  Love of things... delusional.  

Fear of rejection and of loss of protection.

Safety. ’’There is no such thing as security, there never has been’’. (Germaine Greer)

Disassociation from the world.

How do we begin? How do we find and conserve and perpetuate love?

 We are pre-programmed, as if pitted against ourselves almost from first breath. 

Begin again

The human world. Collective intellect… the hardened scars of collective historical human experience becomes visceral. Implanted without our permission.

What do I have to give you?

What do I have to give?


Can you see demons? You ancient creature. Animal of the forest. Opposable thumbed one.

ARE YOU AFRAID EVEN IN THE FACE OF NO DANGER?



LOVED 

AND 

UNLOVED (PAST)

This boy’s childhood was not pleasant. 

He was bought up in a household of extreme violence. He woke up most mornings with his father standing at the end of his bed with his belt in hand. He wet the bed and his father would strap him and verbally abuse him. 

He would go to school from the age of 7 fearful that his mother would be murdered.                         

He walked home from school fearful that he would find his mother dead.                                     

When he was 9, he witnessed his father dragging his mother around the backyard by her hair. He stood there crying 

and screaming. 

His father hit him. A violent adult hit. He fell down and got up again. He continued trying to protect his mother. 

(There was often blood. On the walls……….. All around)

His father put a gun to his mother’s head and pulled the trigger. 

The gun was not loaded. His father was the only one that new this.

The boy went next door to call the police on numerous occasions but this was the 1970s in Australia and the police couldn’t 

(or wouldn’t) intervene unless they actually witnessed the violence. 

The boy’s mother went to the police station many times and was told that they could do nothing. 

She asked.. ‘’so I have to be dead before you can do anything?’’ and they said ‘’yeah luv… pretty much’’.

The boy and his mother fled the family home as she was fearful that her husband would eventually kill her. The boy believed also, that his father would kill sooner or later. 

His mother and he were homeless for over a year. They slept on people’s floors and couches and lived in a caravan. 

They lived in a women’s refuge for over 6 months which was better than sleeping on couches or floors 

but there was violence in the women’s refuge also, 

and constant fear that husbands would find where their wives were.

He was admitted to hospital over and over… with stomach problems …drastic weight loss. 

They discovered he had practically no stomach lining, due to his constant state of terror.  

Fear was eating this child.

His mother met another man whom she eventually married. 

This man had been in goal for armed robbery and also sexual assault. (A rape which he always denied). 

The boy’s mother had herself been raised in an orphanage for unwanted children. 

She made some bad choices because she had never been given the tools to make good choices, 

but she loved her son as best she could.

The boy knew this second man his mother chose, never liked him. He was barely tolerated. 

An inconvenient part of the deal. He was constantly verbally abused by this man. 

This dangerous stranger his mother had married. 

This man would say to the boy, “you’re a selfish little cunt”.  

This man told the boy that he was no good at school, no good at this or that. 

No good at anything. This man would say,

                              ‘’I wish you would go live with your father so I could have your mother to myself’’.                             

For a short time the boy did go and live with his violent father. 

He was not wanted there either. 

No love. 

The boy returned to his mother, (and the stranger). His mother and this new man she married were verbally abusive to each other constantly. At age 15, the boy found a full time job. At 15 and a half he moved out of home. 

He knew there was something better out there and was so.... so tired. 

Worn down at fifteen.

Moving away from his mother caused great pain. Endless longing. Heartbreak.  

She was his only family, but he had to go.

He went back to his mum a few times as he missed her and she begged him to move back. 

Each time he ended up moving back out, as he could not cope with the abuse. 

His mother and he maintained a good relationship up until she died of lung cancer when he was 32. 

She was only 57. She was eaten away by heartbreak. Anger and fear.

He had lost his best friend. his only family. The second man she married, told him to ‘’fuck off’’ two days after she had been buried. This man told him that he never wanted to hear from him again 

(‘’ he only ever put up with me for my mum’s sake, he had always hated me even as a child.’’) 

The boy says

(‘’I miss my mother every day, she was not perfect…who is?... but she was all I had. When she died, my family was gone. ‘’)

At 37 he had an aortic dissection and emergency surgery. He died 5 times on the operating table. 

He was told he would never be able to work again. 

It took him 5 years of hard work and studies because he was determined to contribute to society and work. 

Even so, he has physical pain. He now has chronic health issues including body inflammation and Post Traumatic Shock.  

These things have a direct connection to the horror of his childhood.

This account is short. There was much more violence and horror than is described here 

but it is at his request that no more details be included.  

What is written is enough.


*Redacted from a recollection and published with the permission of Allan Daniels.






WHAT TO DO WITH THE FILTHY POOR?

LONDON IS A THEME PARK

WELL... EVERYWHERE REALLY

Those of us who choose to have a social conscience and think of others instead of constantly fixating on the next opportunity to gain way more money than we could ever need, ultimately have a much more fulfilling life experience. More dignified, virtuous and more open to giving and receiving actual love. It is often difficult but it is rewarding. The libertarian sensibility to which the greedy cling, is a toxic delusion and in fact many people in the world do NOT have the opportunities others have, and it’s not because they choose to be ‘’lazy’’ or drug addicted or mentally ill or have a fucked up childhood. However, these people have whimsy and nuance that can enrich our society (if given the chance) in ways far above and beyond raising real estate values (by being evicted from their inner city homes). I wish not to live in a sanitised urban setting surrounded by greedy people with no imagination. They are really FUCKING dull. 



GREED IS EXTREME VIOLENCE

BLACK HOLE


Teaching a new dog, old tricks... THERE ARE NO ANSWERS HERE

THE STOCK EXCHANGE



In first principle and if perceived in literal terms, the ''stock exchange'' is supposed to be

an almost socialistic mechanism for the distribution of wealth and profit and a facility for financing business... 

supposedly way above and beyond a construct like the E.U.

The United States....................... us

HOWEVER... It is so easily laid waste


Descending

Trading slaves ......

Poverty is very real, especially if you are 

POOR.

                                      Ordinary people are less likely to be generous toward those who are less advantaged,                                        if they themselves are fearful of ending up POOR as well.


''wanna buy a gun?'' 


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We have a political language infected with euphemisms like ''trickle down economics'', ''responsible fiscal policy'' 

and 

''reforms''. We get attempts at social engineering and division based on fear of a (quite often) fictitious ''other''.

Those who talk in humanistic terms are viewed as cute and temporarily inspiring, 

or a threat to some entrenched dog eat dog logic. To speak of love, 

can often be construed as threatening, shocking or facile.

 young people who are now maturing and who cannot see sense in how the world is controlled, 

and have actually gotten past the idea that the internet is a novelty for venting petty grievances. 

They can see (as yet untainted) visions for positive global change and exchange of ideas, wealth and freedom. 

As Patti Smith says (paraphrased) '' we are only just getting to know how to use this stuff.... ''


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''Sometimes there are always problems, sometimes only fable'' (Duggie Fields)

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I do not believe it trite or romantic to imagine that now, as much or even more than ever, 

it is important for artists, (writers, film makers and musicians, visualists etc), 

positivist motivators, teachers....what ever ......and ''ordinary'' people, to research histories, 

consider actions, responsibilities and ramifications in deeper more prolonged ways 

and use the WEB to self- inform. 

Find one point of view, then another and another

.... some of these views MUST oppose each other.   

If you filter your research in order to legitimise false beliefs, you will remain...


a fool


conceive a vision that most makes sense to you.   AND THEN......................................................................


EVOLVE


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