now we are six (8/August/18)

we accept so much ugliness in the world, these incompatible deformities and gracelessness, because they coexist with each other and worryingly, with ourselves… we all too easily and quickly become inured, immune, complacent and ultimately mutely and unconditionally accepting, a shock becomes a shrug, a shrug becomes a swipe of the finger onto the next 15 minute/ second buzz…
… there once was a Boris and that once is now who had literary pretensions far exceeding any presumed or genuine literary skills who, underneath a Halloween mask of clumsiness, was either genuinely stupid or genuinely disingenuous feigning ignorance between the act of stimulating a debate anxiety and actually being offensive, a red line in a six year old child one perhaps may forgive for not discerning difference but as a grown-up with all the grown-up responsibilities  and attributes that for better or worse go hand-in-hand one is merely left astounded at such levels of wilful disdain and ignorance… the Boris suffered mostly from not a single original thought, becoming a merry plagiarist of other lives, seeking the vicarious spotlight and attention of those even more deluded than him in which to disturbingly, toplessly bask oblivious that perhaps some men, as is imposed (rightly or wrongly) upon women, should not take their tops off in public… and did so, in copycat-killer of language style, sycophantically steal a method employed by another stain of evolution called a Trump both of whom care not a jot what slicks and debris are left in their wake and again like a six year old child pronounces as outrageous a diatribe of bile and deceit just to see how far he can push it and push it and push it while dancing and flailing with puppety arms and puppety hair…. isn’t it enough to be baffled as to how and why anyone, especially a leader of la-la land gets away with astounding levels of bile, hate and divisive intolerance without having our very own Trump-a-like pretender in a ‘Boris’ on this side of the sea-level rising pond lapping every cowpat he steps in with relish…… this is not to “stifle debate” or “avoid the hard questions”, such overused shorthand itself designed to shut down informed discussion, it’s merely wishing for intelligence over the dance-macabre twitteresque excreted by twits.

© 2018 robert greig

leave to remain (17/July/18)

I don’t think one should be labelled a ‘rebel’ merely by disagreeing with someone or something or even the loudest opinion or dominating viewpoint, which is exactly what those who are branded ‘remainers’ are called, and derogatorily so… it’s become and now used as an insult, even a threat, and is irresponsible, if not a little puerile, as it can have and has had the result of inflaming and inciting acts of belittling, bullying, violence and even murder and yet not only are newspapers and other media, in particular the right-wing press and tabloids, but also so-called responsible politicians and others holding high positions of influence and authority… such is the language of the sinking ship Brexit and the whole debacle surrounding it that the ripple effects are becoming ever-evident and increasingly felt by the day, even by the Tweet…… it’s feeding a negative politic and bellicose discourse dominated by knee-jerk reactionaries to the degree as to make confrontation the norm, making aggression a default setting…… alternative and even directly oppositional views are essential to any discussion and debate in avoiding disintegrating into extremism, echo-chambers  and the right-wing agendas which are under Brexit becoming the only gig in town suffocating  the issue doing little more than compounding and promoting one misunderstanding after another and further misleading the already misinformed further into ignorance rather than out of it…… inevitably this may be the intention of those who have self-styled themselves as ‘leavers’… alongside this a new polarity has evolved in the rhetoric in seeing rebels as ‘idealists’ and leavers and ‘realists’ which again leans heavily upon propaganda over facts, hyperbole over considered debate… remainers have been further coined ‘re-moaners’ and accused of going against “the will of the people” which again serves the interests of those whose only interest is almost divide and conquer, cleave a rift between the two sides ever wider and unbridgeable with increased (un)helpings of antagonistic wordplay… it also plays into the hands of the simplistic scenario of good vs evil and by being at the wrong end of a pointy finger stands you accused of “going against the will [so-called] of the people” placing you firmly on the side equated to that of a traitor, another term found carelessly-strewn through speeches and headlines …… it fails to consider another crucial factor, whether or not these long two years after the referendum, during which time it’s more has been exposed of the smoke and mirrors, lies, lies and damn lies that was involved in influencing a ‘leave’ vote with what worryingly passed as ‘campaigning’ during the few short months prior to the vote, whether or not it still genuinely reflected aspirations, especially those which were even at the time starkly and closely split down the middle and that it still hasn’t been enacted… another misconception is that the debate is simplistically split between two opposing camps, both of which have overlaps and in-fighting along with which are a number of other opinions and approaches to Brexit, including those who were more in favour of amending the European Union relationship and not entirely abandoning it outright…… it is not a simple black and white, good and evil, right and wrong, as those too lazy to engage their brains want to believe and those with something to hide would prefer, not a ‘divorce’ nor “reclaiming sovereignty over our borders”, yet another ill-judged, ill-advised, jingoistic catchphrase, it’s essentially a mess, a mass of contradictions, a mass distraction, misleading delusion, a sleight of hand.

© 2018 robert greig

becoming normal (25/ June/18)

angry, sad, furious, depressed, horrified, terrified, disempowered, dislocated, it’s hard to know where to start some days, in fact most days, when writing my daily diary… so much noise, friction, scratching, clawing, itches becoming rashes becoming pustules becoming open sores becoming diseased becoming infected becoming endemic becoming contagious becoming normal… yes, normal… the normalisation of a psyche, a politic of exclusion and other, of suspicion becoming mistrust, becoming bitterness becoming loathing becoming hate becoming bile becoming violence becoming contagious becoming normal…… from Trump claiming ‘his’ country is threatened with being overrun with ‘immigrants’ in a country already overrun with immigrants, the very ones now running their ‘promised land’, though I’m not sure who promised them it in the first place but therein lies another tale, trail, of rape and pillage, propaganda and genocide… normal…… why is anyone surprised when two paternalistic dictators meet for the first time that they should hit it off like old friends, like attracts like after all (and repulse in equal measure) and as the Hadron Collider proves on a daily basis when such things occur annihilation is the inevitable outcome…… the persecution of Jehovah’s Witnesses in Russia as  “extremists”, current incidents of desecrating Jewish cemeteries across Europe, the nihilistic and self-destructive tendencies of Brexit and all who sail in her sinking, and stinking, holds engendering and if not encouraging then hardly discouraging overt xenophobia, sectarianism, prejudice, insularity, intolerance… history is littered with collateral damage, killing fields, ‘cleansings’, rivers of blood, and not those of Enoch Powell’s poisonous rhetoric… but what to write about most days, the statutory obligation on local councils to provide a library service at the same time not specifying the nature of this resulting in them carte blanche closing all but a few or even just one, as long as there’s one they fulfil this laughable policy… closing and selling off public conveniences, parks and other green spaces, leisure centres, swimming pools, drop-in centres, even schools all under the guising of saving money… for what?…. for what if not these very things being that’s what their role is, to facilitate public amenity and services…… truth becoming lies becoming hypocrisy becoming normal…… where does one begin when putting pen to paper to aim for some coherence when so little cohesion exists… dying to extract from the abstract before the paint is dry as meaning loses meaning with a deterioration of fluidity, scattershot, something is bound to fall to earth to be bagged and tagged and dragged and flagged as ‘other’, alien, not allowed, immigrant, refugee, not one of ‘us’…… but what to write about, where to begin when putting pen to paper, where to begin when there is no beginning and worryingly no ending… the new normal… maybe I’ll run out of ink befo ________

© 2018 robert greig