Stop them

The Brexit logic is perverse. The Trump logic is perverse. They both put nations against nations and people against people (much more than we currently are and at a different level).

Our world is hugely interconnected and therefore Trump and Brexit agendas are also unrealistic. That is why they both will need extreme forms of national pride and media control to keep going.

There is no human advancement, economically, socially, culturally and politically, that can result from any of them, even if they come under a ‘soft’ mode.

There is no way to repurpose or hijack people’s desires to leave the EU, or put America first, for any good cause either. Brexit and Trump are essentially based on a fear and disdain for migrants and minorities as much as on a blind believe on something they call “the nation”, which is, at this time in history, nothing but a Trojan horse for something else: an ideology of competition and survival of the fittest that is permeating all aspects of society at a much faster pace.

At this point in our lives, there is no noble political cause that can refuse to reject actively Brexit and Trump.

A lot of people who have voted Brexit or Trump are genuinely good people who love everyone and want the best for them and the world. Fine. Let us help them to understand why they were wrong. Let us talk about their concerns about migration too.

However, let us not waste our time in persuading those individuals who hate migrants, who believe in their innate superiority, social or racial, who have lost their ability to love and respect others who are different from them. Let us not try to lure them to our side. Unfortunately, evil exists and always will. The best way to combat it is by growing stronger, not by negotiating with it.

Now is time to be pragmatic for once and do something to stop Brexit and Trump, democratically, of course. Protest, act, be seen and heard. If we sink in the pit of international, inter-ethnic competition and confrontation, there will be no easy way forward for any progressive agendas of any kind whatsoever. Our children will be entitled not to forgive us.

Unite against Fascism

Dems,
Lib-Dems,
Dem-Libs,

Soc-Dems,
Soc-Revs,
Soc-Libs,

Revs,
Rev-Dems,
Rev-Libs,

rich clusters,
refinement,
sweet voice.

Think,
let’s think

why all
of us
have lost.

Show,
let’s show

the best
of all
our love.

But act,
let’s act.

It’s time
for no
disputes.

Bring,
let’s bring

more justice,
equality,
fraternity,
inclusion,
liberty
and peace.

Yes,
bring back

what took
so much
to win.

The Night of Trump

I held my heart,
my breath,
my iPad.

I looked through the screen
like an agonising wizard
who casts
his eyes
on the hidden
guts
of a crystal
ball.

How many emotions,
how much attention,
could the map
of the States
withstand?

Never,
never
red and blue,
the numbers of colleges,
the random borders
of arbitrary plots
meant to me
what they meant that night:

an evil that no soul
will ever forgive,
a twilight that our dawn
will have to redeem.

Lesson about Trump and Brexit

Trump is here. Brexit is here. The damage is done regardless of what both mean in terms of policy. Their media and the popular movements they command are even more dangerous than the new breed of politicians that are now in power.

After this debacle, nevertheless, there is still hope, if we can learn from the experience.

Here is a big lesson for anyone who defends equality and inclusion in the World, from social-liberal and social democrats to democratic radical socialists:

Both Brexit and Trump are the result of the success of rogue members of the establishment in outflanking their establishment counterparts. These ultra-entrepreneurial individuals have supported both “movements” through media manipulation and funding. They have made the most of the new digital technology and culture.

The “traditional” establishment is bemused and angry at them. It is evident that the so-called “establishment” has cracks (It might end up in a state of semi-fluidity, actually, if we play our cards right). Its political unity was an illusion, partly fuelled by theories around class struggle, which, plausible as they may be, have their limitations.

So, what is the way forward?

There are other business groups and wealthy individuals who would benefit from a much faster and decisive technological revolution in areas such as renewable energy generation (there are many more examples apart from this). These members of the “establishment” know that neither Trump or Brexit, nor the Conservative-liberal-social democrat conglomerate in the EU, are going to help them to prosper as fast as they need, and as fast they should, in fairness to some of them. Their chances of bringing technological change and sustainable prosperity to a much needed humanity, and their chances of outflanking some of the more established industries during their own life times, are still poor.

And here is the opportunity:

These business groups and individuals can fund new “movements” and their necessary “media” conglomerates to take on the Conservative(UK)-Republican(USA) populists and win elections by occupying and expanding the left of the political spectrum. It is only that type of electoral change that will make it possible for their industrial activities to grow much faster and consolidate. Equally, it is only that type of electoral change that can bring our agendas of equality, inclusion and fairness back on track. 

The success of new ethical technology and energy businesses is compatible with real social and political change, as one will be intrinsically linked to the other: new forms of ownership and business management embedded in new legislation for these industries, as well as public-community-private partnerships, can tie the knot between the new industry and the new political movements once they reach government.

I think it is time for blue sky thinking and action. New media groups, new engagement, new alliances.

 

The Flight of the Figs

Once upon a time
I was a fig

(Yes, a fig)

full of little flowers inside,
plenty of endless dreams…

I was born
in a casual tree
of those that nobody grooms,
of those that never get rain,
of those that drain you to death.

Shrivelled,
punished by birds
who picked on my white sweaty sweetness
and left me scarred,
but made me stronger.

One day,
an arrogant orange,
of a garden nearby,
called for a meeting of peers
and suggested the idea
of forming a fruital system.

(Yes, a fruital system)

The rest of fruits agreed.

So, the orange stood in the centre,
cause she was too tangy to spin.

Everyone else
came forward
in a perfect queue
that started to curl
coiling outwards
around the self-proclaimed star.

The apple, the peach, the pear,
the lemon and even the grape
found quickly a place
in a galaxy they called
“The Juicy Way”.

They all looked so lush,
immaculate,
divine,
waitrosy,
as they floated
in their glorious ether
of mechanically smooth subjects.

I want a place in this system,
I said.
I want to be an aster too.
I deserve to be there,
rotating
in harmony
with you.

The apple and some others
started to giggle
with patronising
swivel-eyed disdain.

I am sorry my love,
said the eloquent
smiley
sunny leader,
but this is a fruital system
where everything works
out of our own

combined

accord.

Everyone wins,

everyone contributes.

The magnetic fields
of our respective masses
are already balanced.

That is why we levitate up here,
so graciously.

If we take you on,
we will have to open the floodgates of the universe.

How many more fruits
could we feasibly accommodate?

So, after this rational rejection,
I had no choice
but to become
a zero-hours planet,
also known as a comet.

(Yes, a comet)

So now,
I am a wrinkly wild comet
full of odd rugged cracks.
I am not round,
not even pear shaped,
I have no clouds,
no satellites,
no green bits,
no rings of dust,
no frozen lakes of gas…
but I don’t give a damn!

I am a prince of the universe,
planets fear my freedom,
no one knows my trajectory,
it is hard to land on my surface,
I come and go as I please.

But if someone

if someone on behalf
of that master of creation
messes about with my equations
pushing me out my orbit,
I may end up crashing
on one of their gardenly planets.

And, who knows?

If some shepherds see
my falling tail,
flying in the night
in the skies in winter,
they may grant me godly status
an invent a religion
at my place of collision.

Who knows?

I have nothing to lose.

I am a wrinkly wild comet,

I am a pirate
in an orderly show of stars
who learnt their moves
in the Youtube version
of the Book of Genesis,
in the phallic columns
of The Sun Says,
in the go-home section
of the Daily Mail.

Watch them
as they tamper
with Victorian
time machines!

Watch them,
as they sink
in the black hole
of their Brexit!

Unlike them,
I am my own choreographer.

Only infinite heavens will tell you
what I am made of!

Simple!

Watch me!

Watch me as I fly!
with millions of figs like me
away from a supernova
of stupid national greed.

 

Copyright © 2016. Tony Martin-Woods
Todos los derechos reservados. All rights reserved.

 

Originally published in Poetry Life and Times as “The fig”
http://www.artvilla.com/plt/the-fig-a-poem-by-tony-martin-woods/

 

Image ”Bursting at the seams” courtesy of ESA/Hubble, Creative Commons Licence International 4.0 Attribution (CC BY 4.0)