Wednesday, 28 April 2010
Tuesday, 27 April 2010
Monday, 26 April 2010
Obviously I can't tell you how to vote. Obviously that isn't my decision to make. But please, if you're even considering voting Tory, just think it through. Do you really want decisions that will affect the entire country to be made by a slimy, greasy, utterly untrustworthy Thatcher-lover like David Cameron? Do you really want a majority of the tax payer's money to go towards funding second homes and dinner parties and fucking private dental care for the middle class minority? David Cameron canNOT change the country for the good. He CANNOT. Unless you are earning more than £100,000 a year, all the benefits he is promising will not affect you - at least not in a good way.
Remember, this is the Conservatives! The same party who 30 years ago privatised (is that a word?) the mines and power stations and rail companies so that everything nowadays is four times more expensive than it should be. These are the politicians who still idolise Margaret Thatcher, the Milk Snatcher!
Cameron keeps throwing the word 'change' around. But anything that Labour appear to have done wrong, the Tories could not have done anything different. The economic crisis? That was GLOBAL. The war? Not Gordon Brown's fault. There are things going on that people with all their do-gooder opinions do not know about or understand. What might seem like a bad thing now might mean secutiry for our country in 20 years time.
I've gone off track a bit. All I really wanted to do was urge you not to vote Conservative. I don't care who you vote for (but voting Lib Dem/Green Part/BNfuckingP would be an absolute waste of a vote) but please, please, not Conservative. For everyone's sake.
Saturday, 24 April 2010
Someone might get hurt, but it won't be me
I should probably feel cheap, but I just feel free
And a little bit empty.
No, it isn't so hard to get close to me
There will be no arguments; we will always agree
And I'll try to be kind when I ask you to leave
We will both take it easy.
But if you stay too long inside my memory
I will trap you in a song, tied to a melody
And keep you there so you can't bother me.
Friday, 23 April 2010
The book that I just finished, Girlfriend in a Coma by Douglas Coupland, was magnificent. For someone like me, who reads three books a week, to really be affected by something, is rare and really a special thing. Yeah, so it could have been 200 pages longer if only Coupland had been bothered to flesh things out a bit more. The characters could have talked more like real people rather than cliches. But the concept - the plot and ideas and questions in the story- was fabulous.
I'm not certain that I've ever finished a book with so many new ideas in my head. I'm not sure that I've ever questioned my own ideals the way I did when I finished Girlfriend in a Coma. It was sort of mindblowing. Beautiful, so sad, but mindblowing.
If you can get your hands on a copy of this book, please do. Read it. Appreciate it. It's only short; it's not complicated or full of obnoxious, pompous language. The questions it poses resonate more soundly now than they could have done when it was published 12 years ago. And they will keep resonating until something is done.
A few of my favourite quotes:
- Destiny is what we work toward. The future doesn't exist yet. Fate is for losers.
- At twenty you know you're not going to be a rock star... by twenty-five you know you're not going to be a dentist or a professional... by thirty, a darkness starts moving in - you wonder if you're ever going to be fulfilled, let alone wealthy or successful... by thirty-five, you know, basically, what you're going to be doing the rest of your life; you become resigned to your fate.
- Nobody believes the identites we've made for ourselves. I feel like everybody in the world is fake now - as though people had true cores once, but hucked them away and replaced them with something more attractive but also hollow.
- If you're not spending every waking moment of your life radically rethinking the nature of the world - if you're not plotting every moment boiling the carcass of the old order - then you're wasting your day.
(P.S. The Smiths song of the same name is also beautiful.)
Thursday, 22 April 2010
Here are two pieces from today's class that I really adored; the first is an extract from Charles Bukowski's (one of my favourite poets) poem The Man With the Beautiful Eyes, and the second is a poem by Don Paterson called The Lie.
The Man With the Beautiful Eyes
...he was holding a
fifth of whiskey
in his right
he was about
he had a cigar
his hair was
and he was
but his eyes
(I'm not certain if this is the correct form of the poem or if it's my copying and pasting that failed).
by Don PatersonDon Paterson
Wednesday, 21 April 2010
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
Thursday, 15 April 2010
I'm kidding about the last one. I think.