LIFE'S A RIOT
Right now, I'm feeling good, really good. Well, actually, I'm feeling lousy - some viral cold/flu shit - but, screw that: I'm feeling good.
Wild-cat strikes in the UK as the unions finally start to regrow their balls...
(the right thing, but for all the wrong reasons, I fear, with the spectre of nationism/protectionism/personal greed looming over what should ideally be a mass-assault on euro-explotative, lowest-margin capitalism. On the 50th anniversary of the Cuban Revolution and the 25th anniversary of The Miner's Strike - this is naive of me, I know - but should the TUC not also be supporting the struggles of workers outside the UK in a gesture of solidarity, not isolationism? We should be forging links with workers in the EU; pointing fingers at the bosses, not one another. British Trade-Unions and workers need to make some gestures that show that they stand for something other than mere petty self-interest...)
Riots and protests across Europe and Iceland and even Russia...
And now: the UK is covered in snow...
All we need now are some power-cuts. (I've got me candles all ready to go.)
Is this some weird re-enactment of The Winter of Discontent?
Some sort of staged Funded-Arts/Heritage Project...? A socio-politico-remix of the seventies?
Time to get dialectical, grow beards and huddle in cellar-bars and arts centres. We need some nihilist kino, some brittle, brutally complex, twisty, Brechtian polictico-prog as our soundtrack...
Here's how it used to be done:
(Slapp Happy/Henry Cow: "A Worm is At Work"
posted by I am not Kek-w @ 10:52 PM
4 Comments:
"Time to get dialectical, grow beards and huddle in cellar-bars and arts centres. We need some nihilist kino, some brittle, brutally complex, twisty, Brechtian polictico-prog as our soundtrack..."
gaha ha ha ha!!!
then *sniffles*
cuz youre writing about my life, maaaaan!!!!
:)
LOL!
Welcome to my world, man! Everyone I've mentioned this to today just doesn't wanna get into nouveau prole-prog austerity shit - part-timers! They'd rather prop up the crumbling edifice of auto-distributive nano-margin capitalism. One friend said he was up for some Brecht, but wasn't down with any of the other shit...said he was too fat to fit into dungarees and too old to be a feminist....
I was thinking that this was the second Winter Of Discontent as well, but it couldn't really be the case, because there isn't any rubbish piling up in the streets.
I've just read a news report saying that there is rubbish piling up on the streets of London ...
As ever, Betty, you've taken the words right out of my mouth - I was thinking a similar thing: one of the cliches about the 70s that's rolled out in Rockumentaries, etc is about rubbish piling up in the streets, so I had a chuckle when I heard that that collections had been a few days late. Down here, in the SW I laughed when I heard that all that dust-carts had been deliberately kept in the garage over the last few days "for health and safety reasons" - ditto schools closing. Local authorities are living in fear of litigation in case a car gets side-swiped by a dust-cart or a welly-booted 7yr old slips on ice.
It feels less like a Winter of Discontent and more like a Winter of Vague Mutterings lol. Hence my comments about it feeling like a half-hearted re-enactment...something's changed in the last three decades; it's as if Brits have been willingly self-muzzled by the dangling-carrot of post-Thatcherite goodies a-plenty. Aspirational-Culture-Is-Us. Now, what're they gonna do...?
Still, mustn't grumble, eh?
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