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Thursday, December 31

SACP 2009 End of the Year Statement



SACP 2009 End of the Year Statement

29 December 2009


The SACP takes this opportunity to wish all South Africans especially the working class and the poor a restful and enjoyable festive season and a happy new year. The toiling masses of our people deserve this rest as they are not only the backbone and engine of the South African economy but also the backbone of the struggle to deepen our democracy. Without the decisive leadership of the working class our democracy will forever remained threatened.

As we go into the New Year, the working class, like it did during the struggle against apartheid, must ensure that it remains at the head of the struggle to consolidate our democracy. To this end the workers and the poor of our country have a duty to remain vigilant and fight against all the threats to our hard earned democracy. Just like there would have not been victory against apartheid without the working class being at the head of our struggle, there will be no deepening and consolidation of our democracy without the working class and the poor of this country playing a leading role in that regard.

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Tuesday, December 29

How ALBA Fought for Humanity in Copenhagen

Amigos


Inside Report: How ALBA Fought for Humanity in Copenhagen
December 28, 2009

Evo Morales: “I have heard many debates in the UN where presidents condemn climate change but they never say what causes it. We say clearly that it is caused by capitalism.”

By Ron Ridenour

“Nobel War Prize winner walked in and out of a secret door, and that is the way capitalism and the United States Empire will end up leaving the planet, through a secret back door.”

So spoke Venezuela President Hugo Chavez from the plenary podium on the last afternoon, December 18, of the 12-day long Copenhagen climate conference (COP15).

“While the conference was a failure, it, at least, led to more consciousness of what the problem is for all of us. Now starts a new stage of the struggle for the salvation of humanity, and this is through socialism. Our problem is not just about climate, but about poverty, misery, unnecessary child deaths, discrimination and racism-all related to capitalism,” Chavez said at the Bolivarian Alliance of the Peoples of Latin America (ALBA) press conference held at the Bella Centre immediately following Chavez’ last remarks at the plenary.
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Monday, December 28

Nepal army still stalling integration after 3 years






Prachanda (front) and Baburam Bhattarai

Nepal Maoists ask India to clarify army chief’s remark


Sudeshna Sarkar, Thaindian News, Bangkok, 28 December 2009

Kathmandu, Dec 28 (IANS) Terming a recent remark by the Indian Army chief as “naked intervention in Nepal’s internal affairs”, this country’s former Maoist guerrillas, who are seeking to get back to power, have asked the Indian government to clarify its position.

During a visit to India earlier this month by Nepal’s army chief Chhatraman Singh Gurung, Indian Army chief Deepak Kapoor was reported as saying that the Maoists’ guerrilla force should not be merged with the Nepal Army as it would lead to the politicisation of the national army.
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The relevance of Gramsci’s life, times and theory to today






The relevance of Gramsci’s life, times and theory to today


Peter  Latham, Communist University in South London, 24th December 2009

I first read Gramsci in English over 40 years ago. Moreover, my PhD thesis on Theories of the Labour Movement—which is a Marxist critique of non-Marxist theories of industrial relations—used Gramsci’s concept of the “organic” working class intellectual to explain 20th century rank and file movements in the building industry.[1] 

This paper is based on the Gramsci section in my forthcoming book on The State and Local Government.[2]

Roger Simon—the co-author with Noreen Branson of The British State published in 1958 at the height of the cold war when they used the pseudonyms James Harvey and Katherine Hood[3]—subsequently revised his approach to take into account what he saw as Gramsci’s modification of classical Marxism, including Leninism. The latter, according to Simon, saw power as concentrated in the state and under the exclusive control of the capitalist class (or part of it) and took the view that the construction of socialism could only begin after the working class took power—as did Harvey and Hood.[4] Conversely, Gramsci’s concept of the integral state—‘political society plus civil society, in other words, hegemony protected by the armour of coercion’[5]—implied that the working class could only achieve state power after it had won a substantial measure of hegemony in civil society.[6] Simon still rejected the social-democratic theory of state neutrality: but he also rejected Gramsci’s view that factory councils should replace parliamentary democracy.[7] Hence, as well as the democratisation of parliament, Simon advocated direct democracy in the local community and workplace plus broad alliances based on the left and other social movements.[8]

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Sunday, December 27

What It Takes to Build a Movement




What It Takes to Build a Movement


Mark Rudd, Counterpunch, 25-27 December 2009

Since the summer of 2003, I've crisscrossed the country speaking at colleges and theaters and bookstores, first with The Weather Underground documentary and, starting in March of this year, with my book, Underground:  My Life with SDS and the Weathermen (William Morrow, 2009). In discussions with young people, they often tell me, “Nothing anyone does can ever make a difference.”

The words still sound strange: it's a phrase I never once heard forty years ago, a sentiment obviously false on its surface.  Growing up in the Fifties and Sixties, I – and the rest of the country – knew about the civil rights movement in the South, and what was most evident was that individuals, joining with others, actually were making a difference. The labor movement of the Thirties to the Sixties had improved the lives of millions; the anti-war movement had brought down a sitting president – LBJ, March 1968 – and was actively engaged in stopping the Vietnam War. In the forty years since, the women's movement, gay rights, disability rights, animal rights, and environmental movements have all registered enormous social and political gains. To old new lefties, such as myself, this is all self-evident.
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Saturday, December 26

Fräulein Else Steinhardt, Weiner Sängerin

                              Else Steinhardt.





Should people be defined by their victimhood? 

By Phil Hall

Fraulein Else is the name of the novella Arthur Schnitzler wrote in 1924. It was a forerunner of Joyce's stream of consciousness writing and it incorporated some of the pschosexual ideas of Freud. It's about a young girl of 19 who lives in Vienna and is cornered into stripping for a roue by her mother. The father is having financial problems and the man will help the girl's father if she obliges by undressing in front of the rich man.

There are some parallels with Else Steinhardt, my great aunt. Else was roughly the same age as the character in the novella at the time it was published, and she probably moved in the same circles as Schnitzler, as a young opera singer. Moreover,though Else's face lacked classical proportions, she was beautiful, attractive, flirtatious and overtly sexual. In the pictures Else is arch. She licks ice creams, sits on men's laps and embraces the naked statues. In other pictures she is dressed in loose, flowing clothing or swimwear or "hot pants" and there is an open and self-aware expression on her face.
Richard Steinhardt, her brother, dedicates a picture of them both, taken in the '20s to her with the words (in English):   "To the prettiest girl I know." Certainly not to "the most chaste girl I know".

Else's father was an important journalist, the foreign editor of the Neue Freie Presse, but he was also profligate, like the father in Fraulein Else. And even if there was no explicit connection linking the fictional fraulein with the real one, (though there may have been), then the story of the novella must have echoed within within Else's circle. Coincidence.

In going through the family letters and photographs I realise how little the tragedy at the end of Else's life should define her. The rapist doesn't shouldn't be allowed to define the life of the person they rape. The victim's life should not be defined by the Hutu mass murderer and Else should not be defined by Auschwitz. That's letting the devil create meaning. And when we look for meaning in his devilish work of mayhem in destruction we do not find it. Instead of looking at the rich lives cut short, the murderer sucks at our attention. But why did you do that father, mother, teacher bully, robber? Poor you. Poor perpetrator that must have been so disturbed and they turn with their crime our attention to their psychological make up. So that we worry about Demyanuk and Schicklegruber's motives and forget about the rich lives and the potential of the people they killed, the murdered Kafkas, Einsteins, Wittgensteins and Hanna Arendts.
But Arendt is right about the banality of evil. Look about you. There is bound to be a psychopath near you who would happily join in in with mass murder. Some embittered and unfeeling zombie shell of a human, blaming their desolation on another race, another culture, another sex, another species. These people are less real. They are scripted. They are common. They are the least interesting. Schicklegruber the tramp, mumbling about Germanness. Pregnant with hate. The world is full of these unrealised people, these Schicklegrubers. When I contacted the Prague Jewish museum about Else's mother, my great grandmother, I was maudlin and the letter I got in reply was salutary. It was an admonition. The story of the Prague Ghetto is not the story of the Nazi persecution, we had a thriving community here. And this is the point. The story of the people of Gaza is not merely their suffering, it's their humanity in spite of their suffering and when people become refugees and make a life elsewhere, if they can, they leave their suffering behind them. They don't allow their persecutors to create meaning out of their persecution.
But, increasingly,  I can imagine Else, in the amazing interwar period in Red Vienna, thoughtful, often post-coital, a woman feeling free for once. Feeling free of a tyrannical father, a father nostalgic for the Hapsburg empire, free of history and racial identity - flourishing.  The mystery of sexuality that we all explore, that Else explored, finding life enhancing meaning deep inside it, as we all find meaning in it.
And that and friendship and laughter and triviality and sadness and all the rest was at the heart of Else's life. Her best friend and cousin Paula, her doting little brother Richard, her intellectual brother Arthur and their circle of friends in Vienna. The love of her mom and the regretful love of her father - his bubble of pomposity popped and left behind the man and his life. He died in the Prague Ghetto on 8th March 1941.

Else had the opera.

She wanted to become an opera singer and she did (actually she sang operettas) and she had support and help to do so and by the time the Nazis banned all Jewish actors and singers and directors from the stage, though she was not celebrated, Else had built up quite an impressive repertoire.
Her last performance in Vienna was in 1937 in an Operetta by Strauss. She kept her cuttings and her calling cards and photos - I have them here -   and her repertoire typed up, which she took to Paris in 1938 to give to theatre directors there, in order to find work.

And I'll type it up as it is on paper, to celebrate her. Copy from the paper, yellower now, with the faded d's.

Repertoire: Else Steinhardt

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Opernsoubrette, Lyrische Sangerin u. Operettensangerin.

                                  

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Graf V. Laeheins: Angele
Friearike: Friearike (?)
Fruhlingsluft: Emilie
Geschiedene Frau: Jana
Berzen im Sehnee: Margaret
Fortunios Liea: Marie
Abentenei in Tunis: Marion
Die Goldene Mule: Ketlerein

The last two items were handwritten, and I had trouble reading the handwriting, so I could have transcribed them incorrectly.


[And, if I may remark: The people who tried to erase Else and others will not succeed if we can help it. A little example: Google "Weiner Sängerin" (Viennese Singer) and this ARS NOTORIA article comes in 1st place. Keep this in mind and perhaps there is somone who you may decide should be celebrated too, and get top billing on Google through ARS NOTORIA. Just be careful to choose the right title for your blog as this is what the search engines pick up. 

Is there a poet, an artist, a revolutionary that you feel you would like to celebrate? Write about them on ARS NOTORIA.]

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Chilling No. 5

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Tuesday, December 22

Criminal Justice Bill 1994 Demo Clash



I am not really a political animal, more a political inanimate. But reading some of the contributions to this blog, I know many of you are, your passion is apparent and whether I agree or not with what is being said at times, I like the idea it is being said.

So, I thought I would offer up this image (if only to banish Bob Dylan and his backlit hair) - I went to the rally on false pretenses,kind of. I had enrolled on a part time evening photography course, for beginners. After a few weeks we were asked to put some of what we had learned into practice, I thought I would test myself (and my skills) to the full by attending the demonstration with only my 35mm SLR for protection (there was talk of organised trouble).

I was at the Embankment in London as the crowd gathered. All of a sudden I was in a scrum in amongst the seasoned photojournalist all desperate to get the perfect protester shot. I was petrified. The police were on one side, the protesters on the other and we were in the middle as both sides closed in on us, ready to clash, keen to clash. I snapped away in panic and got this shot. I love it, but I remember thinking at the time that there was an element of collusion - the protester staring at me posed, cooly, unruffled by the commotion about him - he was a professional, a photogenic one at that.

I didn't go to Hyde Park afterwards when things really kicked off, I had the shot I wanted.

TQB

For those of you wishing to know more about the day, here is a link to a blog-

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/libertycentral/2009/jul/21/criminal-justice-bill-protests

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Sunday, December 20

The News From Australia

It's very hot here and we could us more rain. There are many people praying in various languages, some are having long serious discussions but Gabrielle's chooks are doing well. Sorry to sound like I am speaking in code but for some reason that no-one can quite work out, the Australian Government has decided to introduce some kind of mandatory internet filter and not tell anyone else what it is they are filtering out. This has caused a kind of quandry among agrarian socialists. Just as well I'm not one.

The big names of Australian literature continue their strange game of whispering to each other whilst desperately trying to control their public image as they did in the old days. Maximum fun at Christmas time, messing with their legacies.

I continue to enjoy Ars Notoria greatly, the wit and erudition, the way debates are conducted and so forth, all greatly instructional and Australia's most windely read poet on the internet says thankyou! More beer!

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Thursday, December 17

Chilling No. 4

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Tuesday, December 8

Dylan-Now for our Older Viewers




Over the last year or so I have been collecting autograph stories from friends, family and work colleagues (Phil has submitted a story as has Camraman).It has been a very pleasureable experience listening to/reading the 50 tales I have received.
Of course, I am having no luck with publishers or agents and I receive rejection letters on a regular basis. But, the project was fun to do, so I cling on to that thought as I tear open the envelopes.

Here is a story about Bob Dylan, it is one of my favourites, I hope you like it.

Dylan

I owned everything by Dylan and last saw him in 1967 at Manchester Free Trade Hall. Now I had the chance to see him again and if I was lucky, meet him.

I was a policeman in my early twenties, I think it was 1976, when Dylan played three or four nights at Earls Court. Dylan was on form around this time having released Desire and Street Legal. I was based at Notting Hill Police Station but for big concerts or demos worked with other policemen from all over London in what were called “Serials”, these were units of about 20 to 30 policemen.

I had worked at Earls Court a few times and seen Elton John, The Rolling and Queen all play there. But Dylan was different, I wanted to try and get to him.

I managed to catch bits of Dylan’s concert in the first two days but I was mostly involved in traffic duty and crowd patrol. The crowds were so bad in Warwick Road just opposite the venue, that I didn’t get an opportunity to see too much of the concert. But on the fourth night I managed to swap duties with another colleague who knew how much I loved Dylan.

I knew the venue quite well and had access to most areas so after the concert I went to see if I could catch a glimpse of Dylan backstage. When I got there I found lots of fans gathered around the stage door. Not having a valid reason to push through them all and worried that I might be caught by my Guvnor I decided to wait and see if the great man emerged.

After a short while a roadie came out to where we were gathered and people handed him various items for Dylan to sign. As fans handed him scraps of paper and programmes I realised the only thing I had on me was my police pocket book. I handed it over (I think I folded it over to a blank page in the middle). The man walked off towards a room where we could see Dylan sitting at a long table. He gave Dylan the bundle of bits and pieces to sign and Dylan signed the lot. (People say Dylan is aloof and doesn’t like to engage with his fans, but I never really believed that so it was nice to see him doing his bit for his fans).

I got my pocketbook back, looked at the signature and felt thrilled. I quickly put it in my pocket and rushed back to where I should have been stationed.

About 6 months later I was in Knightsbridge Crown Court (which is no longer there) giving evidence in a case that involved a drink driver I had arrested. The man had been too drunk to breathalyse and under section 15 (or 16) I was able to arrest him without breathalysing him. He also had an offensive weapon in his car, I think it was a sword. (NB Back then drink driving cases these went to Crown Court).

I was questioned by the Prosecution and the case was clear cut. Grasping at straws the solicitor for the defendant looked at my statement and then asked to see my pocket book (which was quite an unusual request in such cases). He pointed out that there was a page missing and he wanted to know why. I was shocked, I nearly said I didn’t know why it was missing and then I remembered. The Dylan autograph!

The judge (or the Recorder) sniggered when I explained why the page was missing. The judge decided that I couldn’t have made it all up and accepted my explanation, he said the matter was now left up to me and my superior officer to discuss.

The verdict: Guilty.

(Extract from the unlikely to be published - You can't sign a coconut by The Quiet Busker)

Thursday, December 3

Chilling No. 3

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Tuesday, December 1

Putative reality and the bootrstrapped soul

Pythagoras understood and promulgated the reality and power of truths that seemed independent of physical reality. A small demonstration of this mathematical power was the aqueduct Polycrates had Eupalinos build through a mountain to supply water to the town.

Plato, a neo-Pythagorean of sorts, took these ideas and speculated on the existence of intelligible four dimensional forms.

Asynchronically speaking, Baudrillard, showed how language and human culture can remove us from the contemplation of nature and how human created simulacra soon replace what pristine and real. He explains how humans hollow out reality, reform it and assign their own functions to it.

But Freud has offered us the unconscious and started psychiatry, (very unfashionable in these days of brain science). The unconscious manifests itself in the iconography of dreams and through our concealed or transformed drives and intentions - through Thanatos and Eros In a way the unconscious is the last battleground, the last refuge and the last route of escape from the manufactured prison that is our current "reality".

Human culture in the UK in 2009 is claustrophobic, aliernating, isolating and egocentric. It is disconnected. Egocentric in the meaning of the old Russian proverb that goes like this: an egoist is someone who has fallen down a well and in whatever direction he shouts his own voice echoes back, distorted in different ways.

Miyazaki takes these dreams and fleshes them out so that we can actually look at them in his animation.

Joyce shows how the unconscious flows like a river under consciousness and he exposes the unconscious joins in our conscious thought.

Jung harks back to Plato and invests these unconscious images with universal significance. They are, in fact intelligible universal forms. Jung's ideas of archetypes are Platos.

Then Giordano Bruno takes it further. He says that if we can apprehend these forms and be mindful of them, then we are actually back to the stage the natural philosophers were at around 600BCE and in a position to understand something deep and real about our existence. In fact, that the language of these symbols was a way to get tin in touch with the Logos.

The Logos here is understood as a metaphor. In other words the Logos is the product of a huge chain of cause and effect. Our faith in this method is similar to the scientists assumption of the Principle of Sufficient Reason when they build something like the Large Hadron Collider and seek for Higgs-Boson particles.

But this is not abstract in the least. Shakespeare demonstrates this through his plays. Take the character of Iago for example. "I am not what I am." Black is white, white is black. Iago is omnipresent. Look around you. There will be a couple of Iagos about. Hanna Arendt is right.

Dreams are important and so is Joycean awareness - Desmond Swords at work - but the route to freedom and to living a life outside the simulated reality of modern life is by the construction of bridges between the unconscious and the conscious. By doing this we help make the distinction between what is real and what is fabricated, clear, because what is real has a meaning in itself, in the same way that a "Higgs-Boson" particle might. Werner Herzog and Alan Moore are two of the best architect-builders of some of these bridges.

Two of the easiest routes to the unconscious are sex and death. The battleground for freedom takes place in the unconscious. People who live by fabricating our reality, the spiritual sons of Bernays, are now very excited by the new possibilities for manipulating human behaviour, are dedicated to the trivialisation and defilement of the unconscious in a million ways. Hollywood horror, and Call of Duty 2 is a good example.

Heidegger understood being and he understood that being becomes aware of itself through language. The biggest bridge between being and reality and our awareness of it is poetry and language. It is the articulation of the unconscious that gives us freedom and authenticity and independence from the alienating simulated lives we are supposed to lead.

Proust shows this power. His book the remembrance of things past is a brilliant articulation of being and makes us aware of being. Proust wanted to know all the details about making brown wholemeal toast step by step. And food writing can articulate the experience of eating in such a way that that Madeleine dipped in herb tea will live forever in the logos.

Hofstader echoes this in ideas about figure and ground and how language itself can bootstrap the putative soul into greatness.