Mother cooks the Sunday roast
And listens to Fleetwood Mac;
As heat steams kitchen windows,
She pours herself a glass.
Father in his garden clothes
Shoos away a neighbour’s cat,
Then collects dead fallen leaves
To tend the hidden grass.
Carefree kids play make-believe,
No heed of these Sabbath acts,
Which few fleeting autumns more
Will be but memories long past.
While on Southsea beach at sunset
A stranger stopped and sat with me,
To watch the tides consume the day
Into a golden Solent sea.
The stranger sought to test the mood
With jokes that fell on sand and stone.
He looked upon my ashen stare
And chanced grief be my heavy load.
“A friend has passed too soon” I spoke.
In soothing tones the stranger said;
“When overcome with grief and loss,
Try and think about this instead:
“Death may come for friends or loved ones,
But not our memories of their smiles.” …
There is a well known Indian fable which supposedly dates back to the mid 1st millennium BC called The Blind Men And The Elephant. The fable tells the story of six blind sojourners who encounter different parts of an elephant on their life journeys. As the fable progresses, each blind man, in turn, conceptualises what the elephant is like by touching a different part of its body.
The first man touches the side of the elephant and proclaims the animal to be like a wall. The second man feels the smooth and sharp tusk and determines the elephant more comparable to a spear. The third man holds the trunk and declares the elephant more akin to a snake. …
Marxism is a political theory and method of socio-economic and historical analysis that originates from the works of 19th-century German philosophers, Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels.
In this article, I consider how Marxism helped shape Western culture in the 20th-century and provide a commentary on the Marxist ideas that inform the culture war in the West today.
I sketch a brief history and overview of three critical neo-Marxist and post-Marxist schools of thought which extend the classical Marxist tradition and explain how they were embedded into Western institutions.
To conclude, I provide a short commentary on contemporary Marxist strategy in the contexts of identity politics and the present cultural moment. …
In a previous article published last November, I explained the reasons why I cancelled my membership of the Labour Party and how, for the first time in twenty years, identity politics had left me questioning who to vote for at a general election.
There was no way I would vote for the Liberal Democrats, and I couldn’t bring myself to vote for the Conservatives. In the end, I opted to vote Labour. A decision I made based solely on the party’s proposals for renationalisation of our utilities and railways, and progressive taxation as a means for reducing income inequality.
It was with a peg clasped firmly over my nose that I lent Labour my vote. Due in part to the party’s ongoing anti-Semitism crisis, and, although not an ardent Brexiteer myself, their betrayal of the Brexit referendum result. However, more so than anything else because of the party’s embrace of radical liberalism on social and cultural questions; particularly around race, gender, and sexuality, at the detriment of class-focused politics. …
On offer at this election are two distinct visions of political change. One from Boris Johnson’s spiritually-absent Conservative Party and another from Jeremy Corbyn’s ultra-woke Labour. For many people, these two options present no appealing choice at all, just merely an opportunity to pick the least bad party.
But where is the party that is neither distinctly ‘red’ or distinctly ‘blue’ but a combination of the two? What would such a party look like? What should it say to the electorate?
Below are 30 suggestions on the vision and policies a hypothetical party of the centre might propose to motivate the apathetic among us to vote enthusiastically at the election. …
Much has been written about the crisis in the Labour Party and of progressive politics as a whole. I’m adding to it not because I claim to hold any authority on the subject, but from a compulsion to share my personal experience, and, as an ex-Labour member, because of my deep frustrations with the current situation in the party.
I first voted Labour in 1997 when I was eighteen. The year a New Labour landslide general election victory ended eighteen years of Conservative rule, winning 418 seats in the House of Commons — the largest victory in the party’s history. …
Joker is the must-see movie of the moment. That rare type of movie that succeeds in mirroring the cultural moment in which it was made, as Taxi Driver did in the seventies and Fight Club managed in the nineties.
It tells the story of Arthur Fleck, a failed stand-up comedian who, after years of alienation in a Gotham City that has lost all moral order, submits to nihilism. As Joker, Arthur finds purpose in chaos and destruction, acting out with increasingly extreme episodes of violence.
Joker is an intense and disturbing but beautiful cinematic experience that touches on many themes. Mental health, isolation and abuse being some of the most important. Everyone it seems has something to say about the movies cultural significance, splitting opinions, particularly along political lines, in ways that to my mind there is no precedent. …
My wife and I landed at Aeroporto Marco Polo for a short stay in Venice, affectionately known “The Floating City”, the week after its worst flooding in 22 years.
An exceptionally high tide in the northern Adriatic Sea, known locally as the “acqua alta”, created havoc in the city. Hospitals and schools closed, and residents were advised not to leave their homes.
Following a short walk from our hotel in Mestre, a ten-minute train journey from the mainland takes us to the Stazione di Venezia Santa Lucia.
Exiting the station, we are granted our first sight of the Canal Grande and the city’s famous 14th-century Gothic architecture. Taxi ferries come and go. Tourists contemplate what to visit and where to eat and drink, while locals go about their daily lives. …