tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17532161793076769912024-03-13T06:06:36.077-07:00Cheeky Little Article.Review, Essays, Articles, Speculation, Pedestrain Observation.McGuirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03095242258892600138noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753216179307676991.post-68755064983965993092011-11-28T12:44:00.000-08:002011-12-09T08:03:07.540-08:00Reviewing The Mermaid.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEoLcq_TDUD0SE55SXCExzwEqDlcb5VBur4mKCTeU90rYK2gEKyPTDVdraSfkdhvfamDMXLCbDyxOnn47ymOl8SmHI97iDbpQV0Vmfc5WhXvrTMf4fl60jSZYrYmP9gHGOiaVYpedQ8w/s1600/mermaid.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 332px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEoLcq_TDUD0SE55SXCExzwEqDlcb5VBur4mKCTeU90rYK2gEKyPTDVdraSfkdhvfamDMXLCbDyxOnn47ymOl8SmHI97iDbpQV0Vmfc5WhXvrTMf4fl60jSZYrYmP9gHGOiaVYpedQ8w/s320/mermaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680151545686486034" border="0" /></a><b>The Mermaid and The Sailors. </b><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm">Askew means 'not in a straight or level position' or 'wrong, awry'. It's synonymous with 'skew' or 'skewed' meaning 'to turn aside' or 'swerve' or 'to squint'. Some name for a poet. For perhaps the requirement for being a poet, if there are any other than simply a mouth and a pen, it might be that need to 'squint' at the world, not follow the straight line, to turn things aside, upside down, and not be afraid of the results. Claire Askew, squints her eyes at experience - in curiosity in concentration - and takes her slant on the page with control and clarity. Allow me to squint with my short-sighted eyes at the poetry of Lady Askew: </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><a href="http://poetry365.tumblr.com/post/68407760/the-fable-of-the-mermaid-and-the-drunks-pablo-neruda">'Fable of The Mermaid and The Drunks'</a> is the title of a poem by Pablo Neruda. The title of Claire Askews début pamphlet: 'The Mermaid & The Sailors' is a re-imagining of that title. I'm not sure Askew is deliberately alluding to it or whether the connection is a happy accident, I happened to note. Either way both poems bare some mining, but before that, the poem features here in its entirety, go swim with it: </p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><br /></p><b>The Mermaid and the Sailors </b><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> </p> <p class="western">I seem to draw them to me.<br />They come swirling towards me<br />like tugboats<br />in the dusk – every tread unsteady.<br />They set their course<br />across the bar-room floor.</p> <p class="western">Some have life stories they need<br />to share. One recalled a fatal night<br />in the Navy: falling off the back<br />of a warship headed for Shanghai.<br />He said he stood for three days<br />on a reef, and prayed – and afterwards,<br />he clung to me<br />like a drowning man.</p> <p class="western">Often they're older, and the more<br />drunk they get, the taller<br />their tales. I've been told<br />of ten-year sentences<br />in Brazilian jails – of smuggling<br />and supplying – and so many times,<br />of the hundreds of starry rivets<br />soldered by scarred hands<br />into Her Majesty's hulls.</p> <p class="western">They're hooked by my red hair,<br />swarming like fish<br />to a bright fly. Half-scared,<br />they slide over with a Scotch<br />and a story, maybe a sharp line<br />they thought up outside<br />in the streetlit cigarette haze.<br />They dive right in, as if through ice,<br />and they come up sparkling,<br />wheezing, waiting to be saved. </p> <p class="western">Nerudas poems features a 'mythical' and 'mute' mermaid who after emerging from a river goes into a bar bustling with drunken men, who relentlessly abuse her. On the other hand, Askew asserts a powerful Mermaid in the poem, unsullied by the flattery and exaggerated tales she is told of manhood and mariner adventure, by a host of desperate drunken sailors. Her Mermaid is not abused, this Mermaid seduces the sailors: she 'draws them to me,' one 'clung to me like a drowning man' or they are are 'hooked by my red hair'. Askew creates a kind of self-mythologising, Mermaid seductress - she is the protagonist that other men seek to charm. She is not helpless, like Nerudas Mermaid, to whom 'insults flowed' and 'obscenities drown' these sailors are 'blackening her with 'burnt corks' and 'cigarette stubs'. Askews Mermaid draws 'drunken and lost sailors' who are 'waiting to be saved'. She is the empowered woman, toying with eager men. It is a strong poem - it can lift a weight or two in the mind - youthful and exuberant in its defiance and playfulness. It was selected to appear in the <a href="http://www.spl.org.uk/">Scottish Poetry Library</a>'s Anthology The Best Scottish Poems of 2009. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv836ds8KwXXXoJRquTxlPPoXk91X2pXjjT_BFTQ-KNXyJ8_RTbBloTiEr3_tKI10lFxfoOxALUrxWz1sKqUkbXrxWQvj_xXOx7ZjQ6XYyLdKpagOXiHLC1p-VL5LW-l_ImzS2FPpn2EE/s1600/spl_logo.gif"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv836ds8KwXXXoJRquTxlPPoXk91X2pXjjT_BFTQ-KNXyJ8_RTbBloTiEr3_tKI10lFxfoOxALUrxWz1sKqUkbXrxWQvj_xXOx7ZjQ6XYyLdKpagOXiHLC1p-VL5LW-l_ImzS2FPpn2EE/s1600/spl_logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="LEFT">The Mermaid & The Sailors contains many notable poems, (out of a collection of 21) particularly 'Books' which is the opener; a simple, pro-pook prose-poem (it pairs nicely with 'Ode to my typewriter). Almost a love poem, describing the seductive and bewitching quality of books and reading. It's an adoration to the written word. Lines like: 'I like to bend them to my will' 'crack their skin til it's crazed and veined' 'pages coming out in chunks like teeth' – see? Clean lines that come through. Wholesome as a loaf, I feel. The book is fundamentally interested in human lives and human foibles. Not least, it features poems about the authors family, touching, insightful, for example, the character of her beloved, and strong-willed Grandmother ('I'm sorry I'm still in love with my grandmother') makes for a genuinely heart and artery warming poem, ending on this melancholic note (memorialising her cremation? or is she part of the fire in the sky of stars?):</p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">'In love with my Grandmother<br />is a strange place to be, with a slew of soil<br />between us now, and only her smoke –<br />from that final, brilliant fire – in the sky overhead.<br /><br />'The Mermaid and & The Sailors' is quality. It contains a villanelle 'Death at New Year' and whether you think it accomplished or not, it's good to read some form, all too often the tyranny of free verse dominates the pagescape this century. I'm prejudiced but we should share the prejudice of our experience. So I will. In this collection there is a Mermaid, one or two drunks, some toasty warm and touching poems dedicated to Grandmothers and Grandfathers. Poems dedicated to the old Northern Mining Community, in particular the greatly observed 'Moloch' were 'men up at dawn, crawl...into the lit up earth like colourful bugs' . Youthful poems themed on absent lovers, ideal suitors, and charming geeks of Star Trek adoration feature loud and clear too. It's a clear and composed book. Sculpted with due care and consideration. There is an ear for the uncommon or unexpected word too - 'skiffle' or 'gnarl of milk' or 'foolscap'. It'spromising. Not only promising. It delivers a strength of purpose in each poem. Never vague or meandering. Not verbose or over the top, but poised, aimed and fired.<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Despite all this gushing praise, there are faults (as there should be) so let it be said that the worst thing about The Mermaid & The Sailors that it is too bloody short. Some of my particular favourites don't even feature. One or two or three poems don't have the strength that many others do ('The Ufologists/'My Daughter Speaking'/Fell/When the heart speaks...) . But, all in all, I'm prejudiced towards Claire because she's got calibre, style, and is wordswoman strength. She reads well too, if you get the chance to catch reading live, composed yet quietly seething. She is accomplished and will go on to greater pages.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrDZNjjTH37WMb9E655GndQdhKtpzZITDS6hPNFpHMSyNO8YjAzziQbS_sZpM4xL3RZwNHQHiQA1q7uMJe_TocM-FwWSl_wuc5IV3f4yRy4E9AXaOA8bwKKvv4asocmtk6GVOw6mVoJJ0/s1600/5580898088_ace60da6c5.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrDZNjjTH37WMb9E655GndQdhKtpzZITDS6hPNFpHMSyNO8YjAzziQbS_sZpM4xL3RZwNHQHiQA1q7uMJe_TocM-FwWSl_wuc5IV3f4yRy4E9AXaOA8bwKKvv4asocmtk6GVOw6mVoJJ0/s320/5580898088_ace60da6c5.jpg" name="graphics1" height="130" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="196" align="LEFT" border="0" /></a>Claire is a powerhouse of activity: strong, independent. She runs <a href="http://www.readthismagazine.co.uk/onenightstanzas/">One Night Stanza</a> blog, dedicated to independent writing and spotlight for creativity and creative procrastination. Also runs as poetic gift shop and micropress called <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/theobviouschild">Read This.</a> She is a lecturer in literature and communication at Edinburgh's Telford College. Most recently she ran a Allen Ginsberg Birthday celebration, producing a pamphlet of poetry 'Starry Rhymes 85 years of Allen Ginsberg'. All in all, she's one of the lost encourager’s - a highly productive and extremely efficient in delivery. Worshipper her as a diety or read her with a cup of tea. Seek her out.</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>'The Merm<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxyopBRCPXVIZ0oktztsi4YxGdu5Bmf-u4MwZw9q7m93eRMK8p61s2fwQRATynrFeUUJHhabOPWAxxL5HmDDYonQhzpYMZ1gGDc2q3ggjrTfnF_ehALYYh-Gay7stOFG5Q8fBa2wi2zE/s1600/161978_33792979047_1367308_n.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 108px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxyopBRCPXVIZ0oktztsi4YxGdu5Bmf-u4MwZw9q7m93eRMK8p61s2fwQRATynrFeUUJHhabOPWAxxL5HmDDYonQhzpYMZ1gGDc2q3ggjrTfnF_ehALYYh-Gay7stOFG5Q8fBa2wi2zE/s320/161978_33792979047_1367308_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684159648525716898" border="0" /></a>aid & The Sailors' is published by <a href="http://www.redsquirrelpress.com/">Red Squirrel Pres</a><a href="http://www.redsquirrelpress.com/">s</a>. <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> </p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> </p>McGuirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03095242258892600138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753216179307676991.post-52348218043057444062011-05-18T09:16:00.000-07:002011-12-09T08:11:33.735-08:00What I'm Saying About Him: A Review.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiKsEdj8ffhC0RA6XNSBpTR-VuZAoH1KE1qutxTlbTE9-gP_hAcWWLfYiX1DFe9qct8dzbEn6TNtP_o4xqnNQOeeE4Kw9qZ8fJqG2E4k4MNA1dAW_rqNV9Um9DMCaxCAbmzTMq0xhw628/s1600/shapeimage_3.png"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Gf6bahtMuVPn3xtjQPIwLTBSB5E3FCH3R62X_mArfgJ5oMyhYwoeaz7HFndM91kJxxU3cusYiY1fOCAC0oM_iSOifHwQForFlrhDN3Xm1sVRBdF7crBNKbsUU-m7u9Flk7Wl_aIHhgw/s1600/What+They+Say+About+You+Cover.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Gf6bahtMuVPn3xtjQPIwLTBSB5E3FCH3R62X_mArfgJ5oMyhYwoeaz7HFndM91kJxxU3cusYiY1fOCAC0oM_iSOifHwQForFlrhDN3Xm1sVRBdF7crBNKbsUU-m7u9Flk7Wl_aIHhgw/s320/What+They+Say+About+You+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608092279938859954" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><b>What They Say About You – Eddie Gibbons: A Review. </b> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal">Eddie Gibbons is a Liverpudlian living in Aberdeen. I've always liked the soft pudding like <span style="font-style: italic;">pud</span> sound in <span style="font-style: italic;">pudlian</span> and Gibbons is a Pudlian Poet and an accomplished one at that. He has the technical skill to weave his pen (or, press his keys) between form and formlessness with ease. He has all the inventiveness a quality wordsmith should – juggling word play, toying with double meaning, jiving with associations, balling with rhetoric, scattered with allusions; the books buzzes with trickery, mischief and comedy.</p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal">'What They Say About You is a large collection with over a 143 pages of poems (and notes at the end which actually 'elaborate/explain' what some of the poems are about), written in a humorous, swift and wry tone. Ranging in themes from football to Fathers, medical examinations to Buddha's girlfriend. He weaves these poems a lightness of touch and linguistic ingenuity. Gimmickry and pun's are here by the ton. An unashamed optimism dominates the entire tone of the book - it points towards the light - it finds a crack of light in the waiting room - not miserablism here, thank the light. There's an inventiveness, whimsy and joymongering in absurdities of language, that reminds a touch of Rough McGough, and contains a similar oddball humour and quackery as John Hegley. </p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;">Gibbons method is one of poetic gadgetry – using puns, revelling word play, breaking meanings – to tease out the possibilities of a poetic idea, in the poem 'Peridiotic Table' he uses word association and punning to reimagine the list of elements and their 'compound poetic properties' i.e. 'Hydrogin/Drunkeness' 'Arsenic/Bottom Pinching' 'Kraptone/Uselessness' 'Idioine/Stupidity' – daft and indulgent, so what, they show love of a childish outlook, a playful and harmless word gamer. Toying with the dictionary. His titles are the best examples of this pun game - 'Death Shall Have No Dim Onion' 'Youthemisms' 'Gin and Miltonic' 'The Uncertainty Principal' 'Relicatessen' 'Fanagrams'. The list goes on and on. Indeed, many of these poems would be fitting in a classroom to encourage children to enjoy language or read poetry. It certainly wouldn't send them off to sleep, for he doesn't weigh the poems down with heavy handed emotionalism or sentimentality or verbosity. At the core muscle of this collection there is a delight in words - of the music of words. Gibbons is as playful as a child playing scrabble in a sandpit (a learned child).<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;">Here is a villanelle by Gibbons, it isn't included in the book, but it is a grand example of a quality form:<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><b>A Liverpool Villanelle</b> </p><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="Helvetica11"> <span style="font-size:85%;">My city has no boundaries<br />It travels where its offspring roam<br />My thoughts now shape what once shaped me<br /><br />Old clipper ships and slavery<br />Are storylines in dusty tomes<br />A city has no boundaries<br /><br />Twin talismans of heraldry<br />Keep vigil on the Liver domes<br />My thoughts now shape what once shaped me<br /><br />Black buildings grimed by industry<br />Where streets are streams of rusting chrome<br />My city has no boundaries<br /><br />A boom-time town in ‘sixty three<br />As frothy as the Mersey foam<br />My thoughts now shape what once shaped me<br /><br />Then shiny times, with poetry:<br />The Cavern’s worldwide metronome<br />My city has no boundaries<br /><br />Now Thatcher's plague-years legacy<br />has left it like some ransacked Rome.<br />My thoughts now shape what once shaped me<br /><br />My heart still beats, though distantly<br />For that far place I still call home<br />My city has no boundaries<br />My thoughts now shape what once shaped me </span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;"> </p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXW-7UifFwGD4AIQ61HG-WishrmPiZYMiMjZp8zRGe5MT56ob7OI4jPFbVTUBeGmek8cfU_EwM6pvUk8qfXUMx2Kn5XftGSqyoM2u4EC6sGjbuK8zhteyDbmuULnyD7qFvXvYNUvUf34Q/s1600/shapeimage_3.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXW-7UifFwGD4AIQ61HG-WishrmPiZYMiMjZp8zRGe5MT56ob7OI4jPFbVTUBeGmek8cfU_EwM6pvUk8qfXUMx2Kn5XftGSqyoM2u4EC6sGjbuK8zhteyDbmuULnyD7qFvXvYNUvUf34Q/s320/shapeimage_3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612933668578150274" border="0" /></a></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;"><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There are many note poems in this collection, whole series of short lined observations or puns or jokes and some of them verge on being a little too frivolous and might not even necessarily be needed in the collection. Perhaps a bit of trimming would have been good but it must have been hard to keep out some of the lighter conceits. That's the only criticism I'd make. If you want outright seriousness or tumultuous soul grinding go for 'Plath' 'Rimbaud' or 'John Donne' - Gibbons seriousness is dressed in jesters gear. <span style="font-weight: normal">He barrages the page with relentless (and effortlessly inventive)</span><i><span style="font-weight: normal"> 'pun</span></i><span style="font-weight: normal">ishment' – of pundemic proportions, a cunning pundamentalist cutting the word to fit his purpose, he commands a fierce punder storm<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>in the poetic tropic island of the page- as well as a whole host of intriguing and curious malapropisms, s</span>poonerisms, allusions, I'm certain I missed a ton of them as yet to be weeded out with closer reading. <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">There are moments of melancholy and sadness which are again undercut by Gibbon's resilient humour and lightness, not least in the poem 'The Lung Laundrette' in which a visit to the hospital for an x-ray of the lungs bring's a call a week later from the Doctor, informing us that:</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">'I'll have to retake the test; that cloudy<br />area was an error due to insufficient radiation<br />and not, as first suspected, something sinister.</span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I cancel the headstone carver,<br />inform the Minister.'</span><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"> </p>Eddie Gibbons has a voice that is at once funny, pedestrian and engaging. This book is well worth reading with a pot of tea and a bag of heroin, I mean, biscuits. Eddie has a knowledge of the rules of poetry which allows him to break or toy with them when he wants too. Unlike so many poets these days, who don't care or dare, to learn the rules before destroying/reconstituting them. (I point my finger at thine self; in it hath lodged the doggerelist's skelf). 'What They Say About You' is a pick and mix of poems to gorge on, broad in theme, zipping between subjects, there's a smorgasbord of diversity here - a bee hive of sweet poems.<br /><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Yl6oDDFzZcMgo_ciGJN32RTazrli2ekezIN_AZwA3Qnhm-7IrOO9NPWcEQ7SlffTxzTyBYuylnKHA0pBPyLJmBScEuCkNO33jjv165kU6ihMOuo7BlKrqdBMIog5zpypmcbq2EnTN68/s1600/Eddie+Gibbons.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Yl6oDDFzZcMgo_ciGJN32RTazrli2ekezIN_AZwA3Qnhm-7IrOO9NPWcEQ7SlffTxzTyBYuylnKHA0pBPyLJmBScEuCkNO33jjv165kU6ihMOuo7BlKrqdBMIog5zpypmcbq2EnTN68/s320/Eddie+Gibbons.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608094108908448290" border="0" /></a></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><br /></p><br />'What They Say About You' was published in 2011 by <a href="http://www.leamingtonbooks.co.uk/">Leamington Books</a>. If you would like to read more of the playful poety of Eddie Gibbon's you can read more on his blog <a href="http://scallyg.blogspot.com/"> 'The Republic of Ed'</a>. You won't be disappointed. I particularly like <a href="http://scallyg.blogspot.com/2007/03/skywalker.html"> 'Skywalker'</a> which is as much as good poem as it is a visual (concrete) poem, deciated to the French tightrope walker, Philippe Petit, when he walked on a wire between the Twin Towers. Gibbons is full of flair, games and magic -Punderful! Edifying!<br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><br /></p>McGuirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03095242258892600138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753216179307676991.post-82887005225935010082011-03-25T09:36:00.000-07:002011-03-30T05:19:30.444-07:00Rip Van Winkle: A Review.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFverI4lb9WKgItwk88ROtX24VAMtbUwXGm_LSaaQUTyaTc3gHS0QX6LZHCxx6DQ00ioQxQoFQiDIqQ4VygmUdVPc5FhbbW6XPsgR_2nCEfRwk0nyUp-d3Zw0eL5Wc1VanFzD_gYRKOE/s1600/tomorrow-we-will-live-here-25159925.jpeg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFverI4lb9WKgItwk88ROtX24VAMtbUwXGm_LSaaQUTyaTc3gHS0QX6LZHCxx6DQ00ioQxQoFQiDIqQ4VygmUdVPc5FhbbW6XPsgR_2nCEfRwk0nyUp-d3Zw0eL5Wc1VanFzD_gYRKOE/s320/tomorrow-we-will-live-here-25159925.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588151946231491106" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tomorrow, we will live here. Ryan Van Winkle. </span><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">'RIP VAN WINKLE, known to all as a harmless, drinking, shiftless lout, who never would work, but roamed about, always ready with jest and song-idling, tippling all day long.'<br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Ryan Van Winkle is certainly not the doppelgänger of Rip Van Winkle, but I'm sure he shares some of the personal <span style="font-style: italic;">qualities</span> that this American fairy tale character has. If to be a Rip van Winkle, <span style="font-style: italic;">is to awake suddenly to profound changes in one's surroundings (Thank you, wiki), </span>then Ryan awoke suddenly to a profound change in his personal literary surrounding - that is - he awoke to the publication of his first poetry collection. And so, the dormant literary allusion of his second name has become reality.<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHdY_CGryyO18EFrqINoqfOyHQQetgfFN7q-VBzrp9tov0_QChO6O03odck-Lpre_BQd-1poLDTVbZdY_ez5h1jV5A_OoQmNrxltJ5s7_-qtzcgu5xh-cr2FQggZUXquCnigrewIcazhk/s1600/Irvington_statue_of_Rip_van_Winkle.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHdY_CGryyO18EFrqINoqfOyHQQetgfFN7q-VBzrp9tov0_QChO6O03odck-Lpre_BQd-1poLDTVbZdY_ez5h1jV5A_OoQmNrxltJ5s7_-qtzcgu5xh-cr2FQggZUXquCnigrewIcazhk/s320/Irvington_statue_of_Rip_van_Winkle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588070208654144322" border="0" /><br /></a></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(Rip Van Winkle Statue)</span><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />Ryan Van Winkle arrived in Edinburgh in 1999, from USA, working in bars, cafés, and the Forest Café. He's came a long bloody way since that beginning. Jesus, I barely know him, but what I do know is he's a pro-active, tireless encourager and organiser, and fair poet<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The Crashaw Prize is an international annual prize for a first collection of poetry. It is judged by members of<a href="http://www.saltpublishing.com/prizes/poetry/crashawprize.php"> Salt Publishing </a>company. Ryan Van Winkle won the Salt Crashaw Prize for poetry in 2010. 'Tomorrow, we will live here' is the result of that win. Congratulations on that. Winkle is from Branford, Connecticut, and this collection pays homage to that heritage, with a mix of poems from domestic America, memories of private boyhood awakenings, older tangles of love lost, and a host of striving characters (a fat boy/a deviant pastors son/a murdered child/a knot of relationships that need unpicking).</p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The poems are plain spoken and full of quiet discontent. Throughout there are images and phrases that are unexpected and surprising: <i>'scrub himself birth pink' 'brother the deer' 'the muscled hills' 'the day is pink meat' 'the ocean is a lung' </i>which always make me stop to reconsider with intrigue. And there are sharp and unusual images that arrive in almost every poem: </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">'I got a girl up in the attic </span> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">the summer I turned ten. Her shirt went damp </span> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">and we played a game where I'd strip and she'd slap </span> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">my calves with my dead grandma's cane.'</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">(From; <i>Everybody always talking about Jesus</i>.)</p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">'it was best, what happened. I never</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">like those buildings: their shadows</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">froze everything. Mornings, walking</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">into their long trench coats, was like</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">walking into slabs of ice.'</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">(From; <i>I Got Out When It All Went Down</i>.)</p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">In the first there is the unexpected image of childhood, verging on erotic, cruel play. In the second choice we have an image of the Trade Towers and 9/11. The images are strong, loaded with suggestion; the shadows of the trade towers are gangsters coats, the buildings themselves are cold slabs of ice. The poem of 9/11 does not reach for sentimentality or over-state its purpose, it reflects a distaste for the buildings, a spinal shiver directed at the entire event, while focusing on a certain 'Betty'. The unexpected imagery and plain spoken style reminded me slightly of Simic, in that they are minimalist depicted with sparse language, often say something using incongruous imagery. Winkle weaves small narratives throughout, most notably '<span style="font-style: italic;">Cassella: The Pastor's Son' 'Everybody Always Talking About Jesus'</span> and the five piece suite <span style="font-style: italic;">'Unfinished Rooms' </span>but it is best displayed, in my humble empirically unverifiable view, in the opening prose poem:</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-IaF0W7tXlxLF3KLXxyhd8wAO18PYeCnK4zMCfspfleygQb3z0P2sjwah2WYtdTDh_NvvjacCdcXpgLa9vnczcIUC7ClGokmi2GNk6zOToTcj0qyZduAzH7lCYrD-XRjiDxCaz-4UQNw/s1600/2486413575_800d7de7ea.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-IaF0W7tXlxLF3KLXxyhd8wAO18PYeCnK4zMCfspfleygQb3z0P2sjwah2WYtdTDh_NvvjacCdcXpgLa9vnczcIUC7ClGokmi2GNk6zOToTcj0qyZduAzH7lCYrD-XRjiDxCaz-4UQNw/s320/2486413575_800d7de7ea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588151373800701410" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div></div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.43cm;" align="CENTER"> </p><span style="font-weight: bold;">My 100-year-old ghost</span><br /><div class="poem_content" id="poem_content-807"> <p> </p> <p>sits up with me when the power cuts,</p> <p> </p> <p>tells about the trout at Unkee’s Lake,<br />the wood house burned on the hill.</p> <p> </p> <p>He says he was intimate<br />with every leaf of grass.</p> <p> </p> <p>Wore one hat for Griswold,<br />another for his own field,</p> <p> </p> <p>the possibilities of the century laid out;<br />an endless string of fishing pools.</p> <p> </p> <p>But they never got ahead of my ghost -<br />he took them like cows, one at a time,</p> <p> </p> <p>never lusted for the color of trout<br />in a pool a mile away.</p> <p> </p> <p>He knew from the smoke in the sky<br />Mrs. Johnson was starting supper,</p> <p> </p> <p>and, in March when the candles appeared,<br />he knew Bobby’s boy had died.</p> <p> </p> <p>My ghost only ever had one bar<br />where the keeper didn’t water his drinks,</p> <p> </p> <p>nor did he feel the need to hide his moth cap,<br />his potato clothes, or scrub himself birth pink.</p> <p> </p> <p>My ghost tells me there was a time<br />you’d look out and not find a Dairy Queen.</p> <p> </p> <p>You could sit on your porch a whole life<br />and never think about China.</p> <p> </p> <p>Sometimes I see my ghost<br />bringing cut sunflowers to his wife</p> <p> </p> <p>and it seems so simple.<br />Then, sometimes, it is dark</p> <p> </p> <p>he’s just in from work and Griswold says<br />they ain’t going to raise his pay.</p> <p> </p> <p>And even back then the power went out,<br />long nights when they had no kerosene.</p> <p> </p> <p>And my ghost tries to sell me on simpler times:<br />the grass soft, endless</p> <p> </p> <p>lampless nights,<br />pools of crickets singing. </p> </div><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.34cm;" align="LEFT"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.34cm;" align="LEFT">I imagine the ghost to be a Whitmanesque romantic or Mark Twain creation, with calloused hands and tough spirit; it is a strong poem, it lifts you into its world of the ghosts nostalgia for a bygone community, told to the poet, much like a Grandfather might recount to his newphew, as they sit the front porch. I imagine frontier America, wagons rolling through the Appalachian mountains. The ghost is looking from the perspective of modern America, romanticising past America where the <i>'possibilities of the century</i> [were] <i>laid out'</i> and<i> 'a time you'd look out and not find a Dairy Queen'</i> existed, or you'd <i>'never think of China'</i>. I imagine dust bowl prairies, rural farmers in dungarees, hints of a Carson McCuller landscape, that entire lost romanntic America tarmacked over by hungry progress. I think it's one of the strongest poems in the collection. </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.34cm;" align="LEFT">It's a strong collection, it won't save the world, not that anyone claimed it would, but it might open a few doorways of conversation, exchange impressions the world made upon the poet. It has so many flavours: coming of age sweet, perverse sour, dark chocolate, mint fresh, scandalous meat, stale tobacco, wet paint, dust clouds, and graveyards. It must be said that there are some weak poems in here, but the sucessful poems keep the collection from collapsing into weightlessness. I get the impression from reading that some of the poems were written a long time ago, and you feel some still remain in that amateur setting, or have a certain sophomoric subject matter - parts of <span style="font-style: italic;">'Unfinished Rooms' 'The Flood' 'The Day he went to war' </span>(which is actually the most comical poem in the collection)<span style="font-style: italic;">.</span> Dare I sound like I know what I'm talking about, but there is a certain measured restraint in subject matter and plain speaking. I prefer chaos and psychiatric darkness, and a greater varied of subject matters, but it serves as a reassuring introduction to the developing voice of a Scottish-American poet. </p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.34cm;" align="LEFT">'Tomorrow, we will live here' loosely suggests <span style="font-style: italic;">an optimism, a coming of age, </span>of being comfortable in a a new place, inclusive even a new country. But feeling slightly mooncalf in my way, I thought the title would be quite fitting at the entrance to a graveyard, quite fitting, don't you think? But this book is far from dead.<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.34cm;" align="LEFT"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQtoEuN1GFwYsS-ykzHbwcE5w8JKGeoY0GnAdLwifGBaNR8f7tSJe3vyL-KplhAr-6nvOvc47COpmBTQEVkujmdveMi8FaY6BFmzQ8bAw0nx0rJ_-ttN6hUm6ZUDfGrKqoZNoEuUEuopY/s1600/ryan_van_winkle350.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQtoEuN1GFwYsS-ykzHbwcE5w8JKGeoY0GnAdLwifGBaNR8f7tSJe3vyL-KplhAr-6nvOvc47COpmBTQEVkujmdveMi8FaY6BFmzQ8bAw0nx0rJ_-ttN6hUm6ZUDfGrKqoZNoEuUEuopY/s320/ryan_van_winkle350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588059971618503954" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.34cm;" align="LEFT">Ryan Van Winkle is the reader-in-residence at <a href="http://www.spl.org.uk/">The Scottish Poetry Library</a>, and organiser of the meaty<a href="http://forpub.com/goldenhourevent/"> 'Golden Hour'</a> at the renowned and, will-not-be-cut-down-and-shipped-off- as-lumber, <a href="http://blog.theforest.org.uk/">Forest Café</a>. He's hyper-active encourager in the Scottish community of writers poets artists, littering the streets of Edinburgh's fringes, and beyond. He's a moustachioed charmer. Aloof but not a loafer.<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.34cm;" align="LEFT"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.34cm;" align="LEFT">Buy his book, read or listen to more of his words <a href="http://ryanvanwinkle.com/">here</a>.<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; line-height: 0.43cm; text-decoration: none;" align="LEFT"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; line-height: 0.43cm; text-decoration: none;" align="LEFT"><br /></p>McGuirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03095242258892600138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753216179307676991.post-2689823860252311702011-03-06T10:25:00.001-08:002011-05-18T09:46:38.248-07:00Precision Engineering: A Review.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-SoI1ZTQZ6_6hM8Fblf1BXu35tBA9EWvzT0naxeSkzsCrQf18p7l1TBQWCNehjqOwDhGsmQZbIm_fBhubexQrbt1_QHx8pjPxFZlWtIhw8VhNLKfgZpxS6PtuMjFT855NfEWvx63ZyvY/s1600/Jm.PNG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-SoI1ZTQZ6_6hM8Fblf1BXu35tBA9EWvzT0naxeSkzsCrQf18p7l1TBQWCNehjqOwDhGsmQZbIm_fBhubexQrbt1_QHx8pjPxFZlWtIhw8VhNLKfgZpxS6PtuMjFT855NfEWvx63ZyvY/s320/Jm.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581035048350895570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >This Is Not About What You Think. A Poetry Collection By, Jim Murdoch.</span><b><br /><br /></b> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Murdoch is not a poet of excess. Murdoch does not mess about. Murdoch gets to the point, and then gets off the page. In some respects the poems are sterile, not in the sense of imagination, but of being </span>thoroughly clean and free of destructive elements.<span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;">And why? Well, they don't need it. As Murdoch says 'Once written I understand myself a little more. I may still be carrying around the same baggage but it's packed a little more neatly.'<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;">That's what I like about this collection – it's compactness, it's neatness. It contains one hundred and four page-poems that do not over-state, or <span style="font-style: italic;">obfuscate</span>. (Obfuscate, is guilty of itself). Each has a simplicity. Each contains a small stone of wisdom. If it's true that 'the idiot talks, while the wise man remains silent' then, Murdoch is wise, for he is brief and insightful.</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://www.okinternational.com/images/mfr2200/Precision_tweezer_Action.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://www.okinternational.com/images/mfr2200/Precision_tweezer_Action.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;">It is the brevity and succinctness in Murdoch’s poems that make them readable. You can mull over their domestic insights, their wise<span style="font-style: italic;"> old mans tale</span> observations; consume them snack size with a moments notice. As Shakespeare wrote'...brevity is the soul of wit...' so I shall shut up, and let the poems speak:<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Advice to children V</span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">People are rarely<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">what they say they are</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">and never what they think</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">they are.</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">Or would like to be.</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">The first lies we tell<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">are generally to<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">ourselves. </p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Reflections of Glass</span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">Her mirrored face reflected grief<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"> and - in the way that some mirrors do -<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">twisted it (it's a trick of the light).<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">And when I came to face her, I looked</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">and I saw nothing and I realised that,<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">for her, I was not there, as if I were</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">glass.</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tunnel of Love</span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Love is not a thing you fall into</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">but an experience you go through</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">like a long tunnel.</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">Sometimes I just like to sit</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">in the dark in ours and pretend</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">I don't see the light at the end.</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;">For My Father <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">Dutifully I dial the number and ask for him. </p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">He answers and<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">brick by brick we build a conversation. </p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">Progressively the pauses<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">become more frequent</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">and intense.</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">Finally we replace our recievers,</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">each regretting not having said<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">what he had no words to say.</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">Somehow I love him</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">yet cannot reach him.</span><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p>'This Is Not About What You Think' charts a life in seven sections, from childhood to adulthood, the life is not necessarily biographical, but it certianly lends from the life of the author. There is some light inside this collection, but there is a scrupulous meaness throughout too. A depression with life, with the hand that it was dealt. But, it is through hardship we learn our lessons, right? <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">Throughout this collection there is a bleakness hard to over look. Poems of quiet regret, of failed relationships, in particular a relationship with a father which shared not much friendship, intimacy, or love. There is a nihilistic quality in the content, which is hightened by the strict minimalism of the layout. In the content their is a philosophical awareness that life is short, relationships insufficient, meaning transient and contradictory, and emotional lives are burden, we all leave with much left unsaid, in an existence that is opened ended and unfinished.</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">Critically, I think it lacks fireworks, lacks experiment/danger/chaos, some of the poems feel incomplete, there is not much left to the imagination, ultimately we have a life revealed through surgically small prose poems. But, I like chaos, private turmoil, confessions, messy life, language paly and there is not enough of it in here for me. I much prefer reading Murdoch's essays, reviews, and Aggie and Shuggie skits. However, 'This Is Not About What You Think' is worth buying for its clear and simple insight, its common share in expressing the fear, dread, and anxiety, that mark every life.<br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzyz9dByuq16iD47tQH9c6o94GG98rk5pKI3d0Tu7RpZwlZ6P3Ry5T0PBYWBXy1CVW2VxaQTU_iFa3L8Y12A-0dfv6_InuazDoFwubAYjM4iVguH-Y8rp1ZhxJjYFrG7H_N1WZduEVSvOV/s1600/JimM.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzyz9dByuq16iD47tQH9c6o94GG98rk5pKI3d0Tu7RpZwlZ6P3Ry5T0PBYWBXy1CVW2VxaQTU_iFa3L8Y12A-0dfv6_InuazDoFwubAYjM4iVguH-Y8rp1ZhxJjYFrG7H_N1WZduEVSvOV/s320/JimM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571751498393704226" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;">Jim Murdoch is a poet, and novelist, from Glasgow. Read more from Murdoch, buy his poetry, buy his novels here: <a href="http://jim-murdoch.blogspot.com/">The Truth About Lies</a></p>McGuirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03095242258892600138noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753216179307676991.post-6575141768122998982009-11-26T15:48:00.000-08:002011-03-30T01:50:20.388-07:00The Grand Chess Game.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://carolynbaker.net/site/images/grand%20chessboard.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/eb/Brzezinski_1977.jpg/400px-Brzezinski_1977.jpg"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/9373/thegrandchessboard.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 316px;" src="http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/9373/thegrandchessboard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Zbigniew Brzezinski born March 28, 1928, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warsaw" title="Warsaw">Warsaw</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poland" title="Poland">Poland</a>) is a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polish-American" title="Polish-American" class="mw-redirect">Polish-American</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Political_scientist" title="Political scientist" class="mw-redirect">political scientist</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geostrategy" title="Geostrategy">geostrategist</a>, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Statesman" title="Statesman">statesman</a> who served as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_National_Security_Advisor" title="United States National Security Advisor" class="mw-redirect">United States National Security Advisor</a> to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/President_of_the_United_States" title="President of the United States">President</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimmy_Carter" title="Jimmy Carter">Jimmy Carter</a> from 1977 to 1981. Known for his <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawkish" title="Hawkish" class="mw-redirect">hawkish</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foreign_policy" title="Foreign policy">foreign policy</a> at a time when the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Democratic_Party_%28United_States%29" title="Democratic Party (United States)">Democratic Party</a> was increasingly <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dovish" title="Dovish" class="mw-redirect">dovish</a>, he is a foreign policy "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Political_realism" title="Political realism" class="mw-redirect">realist</a>" and considered by some<sup class="noprint Inline-Template" title="The material in the vicinity of this tag may use weasel words or too-vague attribution. from July 2009" style="white-space: nowrap;">[<i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Avoid_weasel_words" title="Wikipedia:Avoid weasel words">who?</a></i>]</sup> to be the Democrats' response to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Republican_Party_%28United_States%29" title="Republican Party (United States)">Republican</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Kissinger" title="Henry Kissinger">Henry Kissinger</a>.<sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zbigniew_Brzezinski#cite_note-0"><span>[</span>1<span>]</span></a></sup> <p>Major foreign policy events during his term of office included the normalization of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sino-American_relations" title="Sino-American relations">relations</a> with the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/People%27s_Republic_of_China" title="People's Republic of China">People's Republic of China</a> (and the severing of ties with the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Republic_of_China" title="Republic of China">Republic of China</a>), the signing of the second <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strategic_Arms_Limitation_Talks" title="Strategic Arms Limitation Talks">Strategic Arms Limitation Treaty</a> (SALT II), the brokering of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camp_David_Accords" title="Camp David Accords">Camp David Accords</a>, the transition of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iran" title="Iran">Iran</a> from an important US <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Client_state" title="Client state">client state</a> to an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anti-Western" title="Anti-Western" class="mw-redirect">anti-Western</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islamic_Republic" title="Islamic Republic" class="mw-redirect">Islamic Republic</a>, encouraging <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dissident" title="Dissident">dissidents</a> in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eastern_Europe" title="Eastern Europe">Eastern Europe</a> and emphasizing certain human rights in order to undermine the influence of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soviet_Union" title="Soviet Union">Soviet Union</a>,<sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zbigniew_Brzezinski#cite_note-1"><span>[</span>2<span>]</span></a></sup> the arming of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mujahideen" title="Mujahideen">mujahideen</a> in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Afghanistan" title="Afghanistan">Afghanistan</a><sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zbigniew_Brzezinski#cite_note-2"><span>[</span>3<span>]</span></a></sup> to fight against the Soviet-allied <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Afghan_government" title="Afghan government" class="mw-redirect">Afghan government</a> to increase the probability of Soviet invasion and later entanglement in a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vietnam_War" title="Vietnam War">Vietnam</a>-style war,<sup id="cite_ref-3" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zbigniew_Brzezinski#cite_note-3"><span>[</span>4<span>]</span></a></sup> and later to counter the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soviet_invasion_of_Afghanistan" title="Soviet invasion of Afghanistan" class="mw-redirect">Soviet invasion</a>, and the signing of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torrijos-Carter_Treaties" title="Torrijos-Carter Treaties" class="mw-redirect">Torrijos-Carter Treaties</a> relinquishing overt US control of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panama_Canal" title="Panama Canal">Panama Canal</a> after 1999.</p> He is currently professor of American foreign policy at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johns_Hopkins_University" title="Johns Hopkins University">Johns Hopkins University</a>'s <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johns_Hopkins_SAIS" title="Johns Hopkins SAIS" class="mw-redirect">School of Advanced International Studies</a>, a scholar at the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Center_for_Strategic_and_International_Studies" title="Center for Strategic and International Studies">Center for Strategic and International Studies</a>, and a member of various boards and councils. - From wikipedia.<br /><br /><br /><strong><br /></strong><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>"Moreover, as America becomes an increasingly multi-cultural society, it may find it more difficult to fashion a consensus on foreign policy issues, </strong><b>except in the circumstance of a truly massive and widely perceived direct external threat</b>." -<span style="text-decoration: underline;"> Bezez</span>inski.<br /><br /><br />Berzezinski in Afghanistan:<br /><br />Brzezinski, known for his hardline policies on the Soviet Union, initiated in 1979 a campaign supporting <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mujaheddin" title="Mujaheddin" class="mw-redirect">mujaheddin</a> in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pakistan" title="Pakistan">Pakistan</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Afghanistan" title="Afghanistan">Afghanistan</a>, which were run by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inter-Services_Intelligence" title="Inter-Services Intelligence">Pakistani security services</a> with financial support from the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CIA" title="CIA" class="mw-redirect">CIA</a> and Britain's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MI6" title="MI6" class="mw-redirect">MI6</a>. This policy had the explicit aim of promoting radical <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islamist" title="Islamist" class="mw-redirect">Islamist</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anti-Communist" title="Anti-Communist" class="mw-redirect">anti-Communist</a> forces to overthrow the secular communist <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/People%27s_Democratic_Party_of_Afghanistan" title="People's Democratic Party of Afghanistan">People's Democratic Party of Afghanistan</a> government in Afghanistan, which had been destabilized by coup attempts against <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hafizullah_Amin" title="Hafizullah Amin">Hafizullah Amin</a>, the power struggle within the Soviet-supported <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parcham" title="Parcham">Parcham</a> faction of the PDPA and a subsequent Soviet military intervention.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://inlinethumb30.webshots.com/33373/2253282090101688296S600x600Q85.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 236px;" src="http://inlinethumb30.webshots.com/33373/2253282090101688296S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Berzezinski with Osama Bin Laden, allegedly.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" >On November 17th, 2008, Zbignew Brzezinski, a New World Order architect and a founder of the Rockefeller-controlled Trilateral Commission, addressed Chatham House, (the British counterpart of the American Council on Foreign Relations) and said: "I once put it rather pungently, and I was flattered that the British Foreign Secretary repeated this, as follows: ... namely, in early times, it was easier to to control a million people, literally it was easier to control a million people than physically to kill a million people. Today, it is infinitely easier to to kill a million people than to control a million people. It is easier to kill than to control...."- </span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" >Analysis by G. Edward Griffin, 2009 August 29<br /><br /></span>Brzezinkski and Obama:<br /><br /><span class="general_text"><span class="article_text"><p class="MsoNormal">Zbig said in endorsing Obama: “What makes Obama attractive to me is that he understands that we live in a very different world where we have to relate to a variety of cultures and peoples.” Obama’s alleged global approach and trans-ethnic, trans-racial allure are right out of Zbig’s university textbook, or rather <i>Second Chance</i><i style="">,</i> which will be the manual for the Obama campaign and presidency.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Obama is literally a second chance for Brzezinski: having destroyed the Soviet Union and shattered the Warsaw Pact, he now wants to dismember the Russian Federation itself and put the finishing touches on Afghanistan as an impregnable US military base against China, Russia . . . the list is endless. Perhaps Zbig is dreaming of restoring Greater Poland circa 1600 -- from the Black Sea to the Baltic, all controlled by petty <i>szlachta</i> aristocrats like . . . the Brzezinskis?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The<i> Economist</i> blog put it best: “A new brain for Barack Obama! It’s 78 years old [Ed. note: it’s 80 years old]<a name="Editing"></a> and it still works perfectly. It belongs to Zbigniew Brzezinski, the peppery ex-national security adviser to Jimmy Carter.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The messianic idealism of the Obama campaign has not been seen since the days of another Brzezinski creation -- Jimmy Carter, who made him national security adviser with disastrous results. Brzezinski’s anti-Russian obsession back in 1976 prompted him to foment the rise of Islamic fundamentalism, which he touted as the greatest single bulwark against Soviet communism. Webster G. Tarpley argues that Brzezinski was even a prime behind-the-scenes mover in the overthrow of the Shah of Iran and installing Ayatollah Khomeini in power in Tehran. Brzezinski cared less about the Middle East and its oil than he did about the need for a centre from which Islamic fundamentalism of the most retrograde type could penetrate the soft southern underbelly of the USSR. For Brzezinski, the space between the southern frontier of the Soviet and the Indian Ocean littoral became an “arc of crisis,” and we have his handiwork to thank for the horrors taking place there to this day.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The 1980 Carter Doctrine -- that the US was determined to dominate the Persian Gulf -- is at the root of the first Gulf War, of the present Iraq war, and of the possible war on Iran. Brzezinski’s grandiose schemes of world transformation caused a renewal of the Cold War and gave birth to Al-Qaeda, and without Soviet restraint the results could easily have been far more tragic than they turned out to be. By 1980, disillusionment with Carter led to the nightmare of the Reagan regime. But this was of little concern to Brzezinski -- a mere blip on his radar screen.</p><p class="MsoNormal">- From: <a href="http://onlinejournal.com/artman/publish/article_3536.shtml">http://onlinejournal.com/artman/publish/article_3536.shtml</a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9V-bxx7OyZ0">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9V-bxx7OyZ0</a></span></span><br /><br />- Analysis by Webster Tarpley.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hermes-press.com/Obama-Brzezinski.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 247px;" src="http://www.hermes-press.com/Obama-Brzezinski.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div>McGuirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03095242258892600138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753216179307676991.post-79131090140488794062009-11-26T15:41:00.000-08:002009-11-27T07:32:29.161-08:00The Road to 9/11<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sabbah.biz/mt/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 351px;" src="http://sabbah.biz/mt/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Diagram of 9/11 - Note that there are up 9 buildings dedicated to world trade functioning. Both trade towers were destroyed alongside world trade tower 7 (a much smaller building), which happened <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">after </span>the collapse of 1 and 2. Although world trade tower 7 'collapsed', and has been documented through official video and testimony, it did not feature in the official 9/11 commission.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peterdalescott.net/pds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.peterdalescott.net/pds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Professor Peter Dale Scott. </span><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.peterdalescott.net/">http://www.peterdalescott.net/</a><br /><br /><b>Peter Dale Scott</b> (born 11 January 1929<sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Dale_Scott#cite_note-0"><span>[</span>1<span>]</span></a></sup>) is a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canada" title="Canada">Canadian</a> poet and a former English professor at the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/University_of_California,_Berkeley" title="University of California, Berkeley">University of California, Berkeley</a>. The son of noted Canadian poet and constitutional lawyer <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F._R._Scott" title="F. R. Scott">F. R. Scott</a> and painter <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marian_Dale_Scott" title="Marian Dale Scott">Marian Dale Scott</a>, he is known for his anti-war stance and his criticism of U.S. foreign policy dating back to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vietnam_War" title="Vietnam War">Vietnam War</a>. He spent four years (1957-1961) with the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foreign_Affairs_Canada" title="Foreign Affairs Canada" class="mw-redirect">Canadian diplomatic service</a>. He retired from the UC Berkeley faculty in 1994.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Road to 9/11 </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.monochrom.at/english/pictures/9780520258716.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 385px;" src="http://www.monochrom.at/english/pictures/9780520258716.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Amazon excerpt</span>: This is an ambitious, meticulous examination of how U.S. foreign policy since the 1960s has led to partial or total cover-ups of past domestic criminal acts, including, perhaps, the catastrophe of 9/11. Peter Dale Scott, whose previous books have investigated CIA involvement in southeast Asia, the drug wars, and the Kennedy assassination, here probes how the policies of presidents since Nixon have augmented the tangled bases for the 2001 terrorist attack. Scott shows how America's expansion into the world since World War II has led to momentous secret decision making at high levels. He demonstrates how these decisions by small cliques are responsive to the agendas of private wealth at the expense of the public, of the democratic state, and of civil society. He shows how, in implementing these agendas, U.S. intelligence agencies have become involved with terrorist groups they once backed and helped create, including al Qaeda.McGuirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03095242258892600138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753216179307676991.post-35969364006209703782009-11-16T12:52:00.000-08:002009-12-03T14:15:02.217-08:00Britian's Brainwashing during WW2.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpgA2QWFlhbNrLnuZsiYt6FE7CdLFzfQC2WiKRprG1QC0mUReJNzw7QvxHaPYAxqmZzXUAiw_sSpF4Rz3xq7Jk1tGpjx-te3mpkvAU-H3qlWdSVC641Esis-oqwr5PY3fVrvwGg3tw3EA/s1600-h/seanconnery-jamesbond.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpgA2QWFlhbNrLnuZsiYt6FE7CdLFzfQC2WiKRprG1QC0mUReJNzw7QvxHaPYAxqmZzXUAiw_sSpF4Rz3xq7Jk1tGpjx-te3mpkvAU-H3qlWdSVC641Esis-oqwr5PY3fVrvwGg3tw3EA/s320/seanconnery-jamesbond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411136098707565650" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The wholesome fictional face of MI6. </span><br /></div><br /><br />The BBC reports that:<br /><p><b>Brainwashing techniques were used by some British interrogators during World War II, according to evidence unearthed by the BBC.</b></p><p><b>Their methods included the use of drugs, hypnosis and sensory deprivation to extract confessions from suspected spies.</b></p><br /><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/low/uk/8361655.stm">http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/low/uk/8361655.stm</a><br /><br /><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8361655.stm">http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8361655.stm</a><br /><br />The historical precedent for using these techniques is clear, but are they continuing today, why would these methods suddenly stop? Would it be niave to assume our military and secret service, do not partake in these kind of metholodies?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moonbattery.com/archives/clockwork_orange.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 183px;" src="http://www.moonbattery.com/archives/clockwork_orange.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />From: 'A clockwork orange' - Alex being 'reconditioned'. </span><br /></div><br />UK Officer abuses Iraqi Prisoners: <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8362200.stm">http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8362200.stm</a><br /><br />It's hard to find empirical facts when secrecy and covert operations are involved.<br /><br />'The abscene of evidence is not evidence of abscene.'<br /><br />MK ULTRA:<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_MKULTRA"> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_MKULTRA</a><br /><br /><b>Project MK-ULTRA</b>, or <b>MKULTRA</b>, was the code name for a covert <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_Intelligence_Agency" title="Central Intelligence Agency">CIA</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mind-control" title="Mind-control" class="mw-redirect">mind-control</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Truth_drug" title="Truth drug">chemical interrogation</a> research program, run by the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_Intelligence_Agency_Directorate_of_Science_%26_Technology" title="Central Intelligence Agency Directorate of Science & Technology">Office of Scientific Intelligence</a>. This official U.S. government program began in the early 1950s, continuing at least through the late 1960s, and it used United States citizens as its test subjects.<sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_MKULTRA#cite_note-0"><span>[</span>1<span>]</span></a></sup><sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_MKULTRA#cite_note-1"><span>[</span>2<span>]</span></a></sup><sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_MKULTRA#cite_note-2"><span>[</span>3<span>]</span></a></sup> The published evidence indicates that Project MK-ULTRA involved the surreptitious use of many types of drugs, as well as other methods, to manipulate individual mental states and to alter brain function. From WIKIPEDIA.<br /><br />Again, this is the historical precedent for such activities, and can we assume that this sort of activity has simply ENDED! It would be naive to assume so. Clearly more work needs to be done to investigate these issues. At the moment all I can do is link to relevant websites and provide a very minimal critical eye, <span style="font-style: italic;">at this point</span>.<br /><br />Clearly, like it or not, there was a need for such activities and investigations, but it begs the question - where would our governments draw the line, and just how much evil is hidden behind the banner of allegedly 'free and democratic' countries. Quite simply, free and democratic, is the advertising campaign of our government, but it is not the reality. When we consider covert and secret operations, our secret service agencies can be as horrific as any despot.McGuirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03095242258892600138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753216179307676991.post-73915399310699247412009-11-10T09:19:00.000-08:002009-11-11T06:53:33.972-08:00NATO's Secret Armies: Operation Gladio.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sedmaumetnost.co.cc/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/bookcover_gladio.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 279px;" src="http://sedmaumetnost.co.cc/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/bookcover_gladio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Read the book by following this pdf link:<br /><a href="http://sandiego.indymedia.org/media/2006/10/119640.pdf">http://sandiego.indymedia.org/media/2006/10/119640.pdf</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Daneile Ganser:<br /></div><h3 style="text-align: left;">Swiss Historian and Peace Researcher History Departement, Basel University</h3><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p style="text-align: left;">Research Interests: </p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><ul style="text-align: left;" class="bullet"><li>International History from 1945 to today</li><li>Secret Warfare and Geostrategy</li><li>Intelligence Services and Special Forces</li><li>Peak Oil and Resource Wars</li><li>Globalization and Human Rights</li></ul><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a href="http://danieleganser.ch/Home.html?lang=en">http://danieleganser.ch/Home.html?lang=en</a><br /></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: left;" class="productDescriptionSource">From the Back Cover</h3><div style="text-align: left;"> The CIA and the British secret service MI6, in collaboration with the military alliance NATO and European military secret services set up a network of clandestine anticommunist armies in Western Europe after World War II. The secret soldiers were trained on remote islands in the Mediterranean and in unorthodox warfare centers in England and in the United States by the Green Berets and SAS Special Forces. The network was armed with explosives, machine guns and high-tech communication equipment hidden in underground bunkers and secret arms caches in forests and mountain meadows. In some countries the secret army linked up with right-wing terrorist who in a secret war engaged in political manipulation, harrassement of left wing parties, massacres, coup 'états and torture. Codenamed "Gladio" ('the sword'), the Italian secret army was exposed in 1990 by Italian Prime Minister Giulio Andreotti to the Italian Senate, whereupon the press spoke of "The best kept, and most damaging, political-military secret since World War II" (Observer, 18. November 1990) and observed that "The story seems straight from the pages of a political thriller." (The Times, November 19, 1990). Ever since, so-called 'stay-behind' armies of NATO have also been discovered in France, Spain, Portugal, Germany, Belgium, the Netherlands, Luxemburg, Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Finland, Switzerland, Austria, Greece and Turkey. They were internationally coordinated by the Pentagon and NATO and had their last known meeting in the NATO-linked Allied Clandestine Committee (ACC) in Brussels in October 1990.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://libcom.org/files/operation-gladio.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 350px;" src="http://libcom.org/files/operation-gladio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Operation Gladio emblem.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(Serving Liberty in Silence)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><b>Operation Gladio (1946-1990) - </b>Operation Gladio was the name of a series of hundreds of bombings carried out by Western Intelligence Agencies; such as the CIA and MI6. NATO was itself involved in the bombings carried out in Western Europe, the Middle East, Latin America, and Asia. These attacks were then blamed on the Communists and the radical left. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Targets of Operation Gladio included trains, subways, and schools. Also targeted were areas in which large masses of the public could be found, and this included schools and school buses filled with children. It is always important for the false-flaggers to target children, as the deaths of innocent children, and photos of dead children, bring about the highest level of outrage from the public. Pictures and videotape of dead children sees the public demanding a solution to a problem that was manufactured to begin with.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><br /></div></div>McGuirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03095242258892600138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753216179307676991.post-73342552993813109952009-11-10T09:01:00.000-08:002009-11-10T09:18:25.913-08:00Mussolini: MI5 Agent during WW1.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tejiendoelmundo.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/mussolini1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 356px;" src="http://tejiendoelmundo.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/mussolini1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-style: italic;">Mussolin: MI5's man in Italy, during WW1, before his rise to power.</span><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/oct/13/benito-mussolini-recruited-mi5-italy">http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/oct/13/benito-mussolini-recruited-mi5-italy</a><br /><br />Guardian article reveals that Mussolini was an agent of MI5 during WW1. History remembers Benito Mussolini as a founder member of the original Axis of Evil, the Italian dictator who ruled his country with fear and forged a disastrous alliance with Nazi Germany. But a previously unknown area of Il Duce's CV has come to light: his brief career as a British agent.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.robertamsterdam.com/mi5.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.robertamsterdam.com/mi5.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">MI5 Emblem: Pyramid of power.<br /></div><br />MI5 certianly gave him a taste of a politic he would later become invovled in. I'm curious to know how the relationship ended, did they simply cut all ties, did they have any contact with him before or during his Fascist regime in Italy?<br /><br /><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8306475.stm">http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8306475.stm</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2009/10/15/2714586.htm">http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2009/10/15/2714586.htm</a><br /><br />MI5 and MI6, as well as, the CIA, have a long and dark history of supporting figures that are politically dangerous, often people we would view as enemies of democracy. They are often supported, funded, trained, by Secret Service intelligence agencies, for their own political geo-strategies. The basic premise being that it is beneficial to support dictators and terrorists if it is in the interests of British and American power agenda.<br /><a href="http://www.pacificfreepress.com/news/1/4905-defending-democracy-with-dictators-and-dosh.html"><br />http://www.pacificfreepress.com/news/1/4905-defending-democracy-with-dictators-and-dosh.html</a><br /><br />Saddam Hussien, Osama Bin Laden, Pinochet, The Shah, to name only a few...:OMcGuirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03095242258892600138noreply@blogger.com0