Saturday, 28 January 2012

Page seven and a half.

A Post Between Posts.

I guess it’s no secret that my posts can be somewhat… grim serious captivating.. So, I decided that I should do something a little less thought provoking, between my weekly posts. Whilst reading through a long list of blogs, I stumbled across something called ‘Handwriting,’ on Ms. Morgan’s blog, Caution! Reality Check. It seems to have been around the universe of blogging for some time now, but it’s the first time I’ve seen it, so figured I would give it a go.

And here is, due to repeated mistakes, my fourteenth attempt!  

The idea is pretty simple – in your own handwriting, answer the following questions:

  1. What is your name / your Blogger name?
  2. What is your blog’s name / URL?
  3. Write “the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog”
  4. Your favourite quote?
  5. Your favourite song?
  6. Your favourite band / singers?
  7.  Anything else you want to say?
  8. Tag 3-5 other people.

*Apologies for the colour of the ink!*

Now, the main reason I wrote this ‘post between posts,’ was to make sure that my posts are up to date with the ACTA situation – the follow up of PIPA and SOPA. (The guy in charge of naming these organisations really needs to get shot. No, that's not harsh.)

Upon reading Dreadnaught’s blog, ‘Some things you may find interesting,’ I learned of ‘Black March. Many of us have been posting about how action must be taken against ACTA, and how they should be taken down – Black March is that action. It will allow us to spread the word and increase awareness.

In short, Black March is a month-long boycott protest. From 1st – 31st March, we do not invest in anything that would all them to gain profits. After all, it does all comes down to money. And greed.

Click the image for a larger view.

If you are unsure of what ACTA actually is, I highly recommend watching this video.

Oh and before I forget – Mark, from The Rambling Person, posted a link to a petition on his blog, that opposes ACTA.

- T -

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Page seven.

Will  It Ever End?

“They say God save the queen
Britannia rules the waves
Britannia’s in my genes
But Britannia called us slaves
Britannia made the borders
Cause Britannia’s forces came
Britannia lit the match
But Britannia fears the flame.”
[Lowkey – Dear England]

“He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would suffice.”
Albert Einstein.

This is a topic I have been meaning to touch on for some time, but had decided to put off the ‘heavier’ topics for a later date. That is, however, until I stumbled upon a beautifully worded article, written by the political-activist rapper, Lowkey. I have briefly mentioned his work in a previous post, but for those who are not familiar, I would definitely recommend checking out a few of his songs. I should clarify that I do not at all consider myself to be a fan of Lowkey – fans are for celebrities and false ‘idols,’ that spread of insecurities and false hope. No, it's more than that. I can assure you that not even one celebrity comes close to the talent, and the message, that Lowkey delivers.

For over 20 years, Tim Westwood, the three-time MOBO award winner, has been regarded by many as the DJ of UK hip-hop. Upon offering him an interview, a chance that most UK hip-hop artists would throw themselves at, Lowkey respectfully declined.


In short, Lowkey refused to play a role in the war fuelling publicity, which Westwood appers to be caught up in.

According to his blog post, Rhys Hughes, the executive producer for BBC Radio 1, has said that Westwood was sent out to Camp Bastion, in Afghanistan, because what is happening over there is essentially “a 19-year-old’s story, which is perfect for our audience.”
Photos of Westwood’s trip were also published on the website of the BBC's Radio 1xtra – including a photograph of the “Helicopter ground crew meeting” board, displaying a list of Westwood’s quotes for each day.

What was the first quote, you ask?


Now, I don’t know about you, but the concept of war, for me, could never be sugar coated. I could never advertise a war, through music, pictures or other media sources. I mean, could this really be modern day propaganda? Jody McIntyre responded to Westwood’s ‘Quote of the day’, in an article which he wrote for the Independent, saying “The irony might be funny, if it were not for the Afghan men, women and children who have been killed and maimed by our bombs.”

And how true his words are.

Two things I learned from Lowkey’s article:

  •  “A recent study has found that, for the last 2 years running, the US military has lost more troops to suicide than it has to combat in Iraq and Afghanistan combined.”

  •  “In April 2010, an Independent on Sunday poll found that 77% of British citizens want the troops to be withdrawn from Afghanistan.”

Why are our people never heard?

Why are there no responses to these facts, from Britain? Or America?

During mid-2011, the artist known as Mic Righteous, performed on BBC radio 1xtra. His lyrics were censored; words like ‘free Palestine’ and ‘Gaza Strip,’ along with profanities, were masked with the sound of shattered glass.

Are the words ‘Palestine’ and ‘Fuckreally on par?!

Mic Righteous performing on BBC Radio 1xtra

Meanwhile, the BBC openly promote and support the war on Afghanistan.

Could this really be the start of modern day propaganda?

The article written by Lowkey can be found here.
I leave you with one of my favourite Lowkey tracks – Soundtrack To The Struggle.
If you are not a fan of hip-hop, don't worry, neither am I. But trust me. He's good.

Lowkey - Soundtrack To The Struggle.

- T -

Friday, 20 January 2012

Page six.

The Corruption of Silence

Everything is so still, yet so much appears to be happening. It’s so fucking frustrating.

As we sit in the warmth of our homes, with the comfort of our families and friends, things seem so composed. Everything is as it should be. Rarely, do we consider how much is actually happening around us. A man buries his girlfriend, alive. A twenty-four year old is sentenced to 200 years in prison, for a murderous rampage. A gang member walks free, after leaving a man for dead. A captain abandons his sinking ship, leaving his passengers to fend for themselves. Scotland verges on leaving the UK, while a Lithuanian child-rapist is granted permission to enter.

At this very moment, the world is carrying very little order. We have become far too accustomed to expecting too much and doing too little. Everyone will happily call out the faults of others, but will carry very little regard for what actually matters. For it to be deemed acceptable for a man, be it that of an infamously known dictator, to be kicked and beaten to death – even his dead body, dragged and abused, is unacceptable. For the people of our society, to be sat in the heart of fear, from children as young as 10 years old, due to a constant rise in knife crime, is unacceptable. Our world becomes more and more frightening as each day passes. Or at least, this is what we are told.

I disagree. The world can be frightening, yes, but your world is your own, and it is what you make it. The problem is not that we are surrounded by immorality, but that we focus on it. The solution – come together, take control. Strive for freedom and fight for justice.

"For too long, we have focused on our differences - in our politics and backgrounds, in our race and beliefs - rather than cherishing the unity and pride that binds us together." - Bob Riley

I can think of no better example, from recent events, than this – in which our people have come together, as movement towards freedom, and a fight for what is right:

Rarely, does it happen - people coming together as one. An alliance.
Why? On the 18th day, of this New Year, our people split into two.
A minority  planning to take away what is, essentially, the freedom of the internet.
A majority – fighting back. A global blackout, in the millions.
NinjaVideo, MegaUpload. Soon to be Wikipedia, YouTube, Google..
It’s a matter of principle, fairness and union.

Let your voices be heard – Stop SOPA.

- T -

Friday, 13 January 2012

Page five.

The Plight Of Judgement

We stand out in the street,
Exchange small talk, and smile,
Discussing the week’s events,
And our families, for a while.
Walking indoors,
A quick glance and a wave,
Such a sweet boy,”
To myself, I would say.

But late in the night,
A disturbance so profound,
Shrieking obscenities,
Have left me dumbfound.
The woman that bore him,
She will listen and cry,

You cancer ridden bitch,
Why don’t you just die?!

The screaming continues,
For minutes on end,
They get louder and louder,
Continuing to ascend.

Maybe it’s paranoia,
But it sounds like assault,
There’s no screaming, as such,
But it’s he, who’s at fault.
I assume things are thrown,
I hear them violently land,

Should I just ‘pop over’?
Could I stop this man?

Then all of a sudden,
No commotion, I can hear,
Almost a bang of silence,
It all seems so unclear.
No crying, nor shouting,
Everything seems so still,
No profanities heard,
I’m losing the will…

Now, his mother is sick,
And her leech of a son,
Does not wish for her health,
But to her face, wants her gone.

I hear a door slam shut,
So I head out to see,
A dark figure approaches,
No. It cannot be.

Standing out in the street,
An awkward glance, and a smile,
Not a single word spoken,
From the daunting profile.
The blood from her hands,
Is washed away with the rain,
Vague, lies her expression,
No indication of pain.

Who was I to cast judgement,
When no truth, did I seek?

The boy’s life would remain,
Had I not been so weak.

No consequence is justified by the bliss of ignorance.

- T -

Thursday, 5 January 2012

Page four.

An Afterglow

13 billion years ago, not long after the theoretical rise of the universe, there shone a bright star. In fact, the intensity of its brightness was ten thousand times more than that of the sun. And ultimately, it was its own passionate glow that served the star its short lived life.

Collapsing in on itself, this luminous star resulted in a cosmic explosion so large, that its blast had shone with the light of ten million-billion earth suns.

This phenomenon can be seen to be somewhat relative to the human existence, as it has been famously quoted by many; “Only the good die young.”

Those that are full of life, full of vivacity, appear, by observation, to be inclined to an earlier passing; leaving far too many dead people, living. To name just a handful – Anne Frank, Wolfgang Mozart,  Michael Jackson, Amy Winehouse, Martin Luther King – each of them, in their own way, an inspiration to millions.

A look at ourselves: We have but one chance to accomplish our goals, to fulfil our beliefs, to leave a mark. But to many, this will mean nothing. We choose to live in fear – shielding ourselves, to the extent of denying life, of what it should be. Yes, in our day, the world is a terrifying place, but what is the worth of life, if it is not lived? Throughout existence, seek freedom, knowledge and companionship. Throughout death, be sure to have left for your companions - a sense of liberation, anecdotes of wisdom and aching hearts – for sometimes, it can feel as though all you have left of a person, is the pain of losing them.

A look at those around us: Although many can be reluctant to do so, it is in the human nature to respond to conviction, with an investment – from the greatly common ‘get rich quick’ systems, with the investing of money, to individual relationships, in which we invest our trust; our love. It is for this reason, that there is no pain greater, than that of losing a loved one. It can feel as though a part of us also dies, with the death of a companion. Yet, this is not at all the case. Be it through remembrance, pain, or knowledge, that bond you have with another, can never be taken.

Today, if we look up at the night sky, not far from Polaris, the North Star, we see a small red glow sitting just by the constellation, Leo. Although the cosmic explosion – which was viewed by many, back in April 2009 – lasted a mere ten seconds, the afterglow of this dying star remains.

"Only the good die young." - Oliver Herford

Not a single soul can leave completely, for the moments we spend with those dearest to us, are preserved by our minds; sheltered by our hearts. Although they may not shine as brightly, that wistful, adoring and heart-aching afterglow will undoubtedly endure.

For four uncles, three aunts, two grandparents, a brother and a father.

- T -