a cadaver
slacked from unpumped blood
waiting for worms.
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Was there only one
Lazarus?
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I am shrouded
in ordinary.
I have just had one of those encounters with mass consumerdom that leaves us angry, frustrated and dissatisfied. To be honest, most such encounters have this effect on me these days, but this one more so than most.
Michaela bought a budget netbook last week as she had broken the screen on her old laptop, and it was simply not worth repairing due to it’s age and general decrepitude. When she got the new netbook home, it was simply dreadful. If she tries to operate two programmes at once (say e-mail and the internet) one of them freezes up.
After listening to her cries of irritation I said I would take it back (to PC World) and upgrade it to a better model. It was an hour and a half of my life I will never get back. Suffice it to say that we still have the same netbook. PC world are happy to recommend and sell goods that are crap, but only willing to exchange them if the crap has been squashed or flushed in some way.
I should not be surprised at the rude and unhelpful encounters I had in the process of trying to sort all this out. Think of the huge industry that has evolved to stoke our obsession with shopping; all those on-line reviews (which we should perhaps have read,) consumer advice websites, comparing Meer cats etc..
We live in a world characterised by the interface between huge companies whose bottom line depends on screwing us out of every last fraction of a penny, and the consumer (me) standing haughtily on my ‘rights’.
The devaluing of the ‘rights’ of man from ideas of freedom from oppression to whether or not our gadgets work in the manner to which we expect – or our holidays entertain us as we hope they will -depresses the hell out of me.
Which is why I came out of PC world miserable. It was less about the money, and the sense of being chewed up by the machine, and more the fact that I had somehow debased myself by conforming to that which I despise.
Thomas Paine must be turning in his grave;
“When it can be said by any country in the world, my poor are happy, neither ignorance nor distress is to be found among them, my jails are empty of prisoners, my streets of beggars, the aged are not in want, the taxes are not oppressive, the rational world is my friend because I am the friend of happiness. When these things can be said, then may that country boast its constitution and government. Independence is my happiness, the world is my country and my religion is to do good.”
Thomas Paine, Rights of Man
Having said all that- I am writing this on my laptop, not Michaela’s.
How blessed we are to have the means to own two laptops anyway…
It is true you know.
I was thinking about the impact of creative gentle songs, crafted and honed, sung simply and tenderly- just like those Yvonne and David Lyon treated us to last night. We are left physically, spiritually and emotionally changed.
So I am grateful.
Grateful to Yvonne, and also to all those other people whose music becomes the means that life can travel.
The turn of words and tune that wrap up memories in beautiful blankets.
Time capsules of grace.
What are you doing with your Saturday night (tomorrow.) Nothing special?
If you live within striking distance of Dunoon, there are still a few tickets left to come and hear Yvonne Lyon sing in our house. A tenner each for a beautiful music in an intimate and relaxed setting.
If you have not come across Yvonne’s music before (why ever not?!) then you are in an increasing minority. This is what some others have to say about it;
‘just stunning music’
– Bob Harris, Radio 2
‘listening to Yvonne is a life affirming experience. She is the bees-knees!’
– Iain Anderson, BBC Radio Scotland
‘a fine voice…a fine album and one that is refreshingly positive’
– The Telegraph
‘this is an awesome level of talent that I cannot compare’
– Maverick Magazine – 5 stars
‘Yvonne Lyon’s continually developing songwriting sets her right at the top of the tree‘
– R2 Magazine
‘Yvonne Lyon is a wonderful talent, and name I urge you, no make that command you, to jot down in your diary. Be sure to check her out because here is a lady with class.
– Americana UK
Yvonne is about to support Eddi Reader on her UK tour, so is used to big venues- however, hearing this intimate delicate and poetic music close up is something else- in Dunoon of all places.
Here is Yvonne and her husband David, as a taster, singing a song that has reduced me to tears;
Despite all the uncertainties in relation to our house (which will go on the market in the next couple of weeks) we have committed ourselves to being part of the wonderful Cowal Open Studios event again in September this year. It feels ever more important to hold on to the vision of making life through simple creative means…
Our page on the website is here.
Taking photos of the things we make always proves something of a challenge. I ended up making another collage of a variety of things made by Michaela, myself and our friend Pauline Beautyman (with whom Michaela runs workshops.) I quite like the result.
Talking of workshops, Michaela and Pauline are running a ‘Hand Made Craft Fair’ in Dunoon on the 22nd of March. It will also be a chance to do some hands on things too- they will be running sessions of various crafts throughout the day. I will share some more details later…
Here is one of my Clyde Puffers, made from bits of driftwood and the odd bit of copper heating pipe;
Who says students learn nothing?
My nephew Ben is studying music performance and production at Leeds college of music, and posted a clip of him doing some stuff at a local music thing @ Holy Trinity Church.
Here he is doing a song I really like- I think he does a really good job. Seriously, if you know the song, you will like this version. The boy will go far…
Well done Ben!
Yesterday we had our lovely Aoradh Sunday- we gather for worship, then we eat together.
The first thing we do (this being the UK) is share a cup of tea. For people in our culture, drinking tea together is more than just refreshment; it is a symbol of friendship, a symbol of simple community and hospitality. As a friend of mine recently said ‘there are not many problems that can not be sorted out over a cup of tea’.
Yesterday we were drinking a brand of tea that has a long history- a company called Tetley who are the second largest manufacturer and distributor of tea (after Unilever.) We normally try to buy fair trade tea, but someone else had recently given us a large bag of the Tetley stuff, which tastes good.
Or it did until we watched this;
It is a simple thing to do.
Buy tea with a Fair Trade label.
Drink with a wider community in mind.
The family of a man who starved to death four months after his benefits were cut off has called on the government to reform the way it treats people with mental health problems when it assesses their eligibility for benefits.
Mark Wood, 44, who had a number of complex mental health conditions, died at his home last August, months after an Atos fitness-for-work assessment found him fit for work. This assessment triggered a decision by the jobcentre to stop his sickness benefits, leaving him just £40 a week to live on. His housing benefits were stopped at around the same time.
United Kingdom, 2014
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He works in a shop in order to spend money
In another shops.
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Some weeks
After the rent is paid
And the meter’s appetite sated
He buys a lottery ticket
(Because you never know.)
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Yesterday someone starved to death
Four months after ATOS
Pinched tight the withered umbilical.
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Nanny state
No more.
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And I can no longer escape the impression
That it is not the money that matters –
(It is not as though it will ever be enough.)
Rather it is the hole it makes
In everything.