Mother Time
Mother time I remember how we used to stand together Waiting for the train to come It was a goodbye But not forever If I knew now what I knew then I would never let you go Never let you go Mother time had new ideas Mother time says the
Mother time I remember how we used to stand together Waiting for the train to come It was a goodbye But not forever If I knew now what I knew then I would never let you go Never let you go Mother time had new ideas Mother time says the
Capitalist Realism The late theorist, Mark Fisher, coined the phrase Capitalist Realism. He used it to mean the way the discourse has changed so that we now live in a world that, since the collapse of the Soviet Union, does not appear to have any viable alternatives to capitalism. We
It’s interesting I got banned for sharing links for 24 hours and still haven’t had a reply from Farcebook’s support people – suspect I will never get one. I’ve also seen a lot of activist friends saying they suddenly can’t post things or work on groups
Been a bit quiet for a few days putting the finishing touches on the first Brighter Future collection, making it ready for Amazon. If you’d rather not buy from Amazon, there’s a slightly out of date version of the full text here. https://leanpub.com/toabf-v1 Welcome to
It’s 07:26 and I’m awake again. Decided to get up and feed the cat. My IBS keeps waking me at about 6, which is beginning to wear on me. Thinking on it might be why I get so sleepy in the afternoons. Just not enough decent sleep.
The extended essay gives a potted history and outlines what the problems are with the so-called middle ground that is anything but. It pulls no punches, and some may find its conclusions hard to take. It’s my view that we need to stop pretending and be very clear about
The late, lamented, David Graeber talked about emotional labour in his book Bullshit Jobs. We live in a society that’s in thrall to ownership. If you own an enterprise, or are a director of it, you don’t have to make any effort to understand what your employees want,
We are surrounded Mountains of suffering and blood Our leaders Vampire clowns Dancing on the dead Clapping See that river? They poisoned it Breathe that air? They poisoned it Everything for sale If they only knew the price My love is not a commodity My love is not a commodity
Various loons on Facebook and Twitter a pushing yet another narrative where they promote a helplessness in the people that follow it. They call it the great reset. Essentially Covid and the climate crisis are a deliberate thing that comes from yet another inaginary cabal far away and a great
Centrists often tweet at me saying that supporting the Corbyn project was a mistake. Blair is the only Labour leader who consistently won elections, and, of course, socialism won’t work. Just saying stop talking bollocks doesn’t help. Everyone who knows realises that Corbyn was sabotaged and it’s
I’ve been working on Tales for a long time. The first book was started in Google Docs in June 2017 I had the last novella Zerø Day in what felt like a finished but not quite ready state for a few months and hadn’t pushed it out as
What follows is some notes for discussion. Please read, make some comments, let’s try and make this better. Also, please be kind, I have lost patience with people who criticise when they have nothing to offer. (Note – this is still being written and is in draft) — Covid-19: A better