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

unrelated rag (9/July/18)

the sky’s parched, baked hard, become vitrified, or maybe ossified, can it even be either, but they do rhyme, a sky bleached blue… can a blue be bleached?…. clouds when they appear languish like beached whales unsure what to do next or how they even got there, probably all the noise, of the modern world, so much of it, noise, and underwater sound travels even further, at least deep resonant frequencies do, disorienting anything with a finely-tuned but unwary navigation system making “where am I!” guesses all the harder… but the sky isn’t the sea, although some poets seem to compare it so or to something else other than the sky itself, although, they may have a point, can you compare something to itself as itself?… surely there needs to be an oth­er to make comparison possible… but there isn’t always an other to utilise when you need it, like a policeman, or a bus, never there when you need one, or that retort you wanted to say at the time and only thought of later and kick yourself for not getting your clever come-back in at the time…. the brain moves in mysterious ways…. take today’s daily blog for example, I woke up this morning, started scribbling down something on my mind and when I got to slapping it up on screen, whaddya know!, it’s not that, it’s something totally different and unrelated… I could kick myself but actually have you ever really tried kicking yourself, quite tricky if not nigh impossible, certainly to do it effectively, I can trip myself though, and that rhymes, mostly, assonantly at least… I have tripped myself before now, although not deliberately as that’s just as tricky as kicking yourself and if you try it looks more comedic than convincing, but sometimes your legs just get tangled for one reason or another, like your tongue but really that has no excuse as you only have one tongue so it can’t really get tangled as such not being another one in there to snag it on, unless you’re snogging but then that’s a different story entirely… yet again, no rain, good thing or bad thing?… well depends who you ask though no doubt when it comes and as soon as it does and it will, there’ll be someone, many someones, who’ll say exasperatedly, “well (humph!), so that was summer then”…. and much later come the first signs of autumn will be the ones moaning “well (humph!), didn’t have much of a summer then did we”…… there’s no pleasing some folk……

© 2018 robert greig

who nose (6th July 2018)

who nose where the time goes… not up my nose for a change, seems there’s less pollen to sneaky-sneaky tip-toe up into my nostrils while I sleep, one good blow this morning did it, sorted, for now anyway, will see how the day goes but it’s a relief to have it starting cool for a change although another big heat is on the forecast……
… so who’d have thought way back in the 1970’s, or even the 80’s as I was around for both decades in their entirety, except perhaps one or two ‘lost’ days for which I still can’t explain, but that’s for another day… who’d have thought back then by now we’d be able to talk to anyone anywhere in this whole, big, noisy, wide world and all on something that sits in your hand looking for all the whole, big, noisy, wide world as ‘mostly’ harmless and friendly, not unlike a cute, tiny pet… in fact some have actual pet apps on them, though I’m sure you know all this anyway, which, disturbingly, you can ‘feed’, ‘walk’, ‘toilet’ and pay due petting attention on a daily basis (.. and woe betide if you don’t)… most cunning, appealing to ones nurturing nature as these palm-pets even more worringly become part of the family along with the slippery device they come with…. their leash… your leash…. the insidious trackable, easily-hackable, addictive as crack bit of technological dark sorcery kit……
… how on this whole, big, noisy, wide world did we cope before their midwifi’ery snakily wound themselves around wrists and thoughts constricting and squeezing and suffocating and warping all concept of time…… “but it so time-saving!”… is it?… and what will you do with all this ‘saved time?……
… who’d even thought we have doors that open on their own…. so Star Trek!…. though I do worry they could just as easily close while half way through or worse, close on approach meeting my nose head-on, which wouldn’t be good at the moment with the pollenpocalypse going on inside…. shudders……
… in fact there’s a new prejudice on the block, discrimination against those who don’t have smartphones…. now that’s clever, calling them ‘smart’, has to be the marketing coup of the age… perhaps we could call this era not the Anthropocene but the Smartocene… although I suspect that’d be a huge misnomer…… of course “smart” also means pain, stinging, sharp and nasty pain….. to not have one is to be increasingly excluded, barred, given the dial-tone from the day-to-day as this whole, big, noisy, wide world silently and seductively shuffles us into black holes of Big Data… hmm, perhaps the Binaryscene?… some automatically assume I have one, taking it for granted and surprise when I tell them I don’t, how fast it’s all happened one could be amazed and impressed, or maybe worried and wary… some even talk…… disturbing………
… luckily I need no sniff-app, smartphone nor any other kind of, clever, clunky, slimline, trendy, talkative, stupid, simple, touchy, slap-happy, shuffling, slidey, buttony or otherwise device to know how my nose is doing, one analogue snuffle does the trick and tells me all I need to know….

© 2018 robert greig