On Corbyn

Gordon Brown is right. Labour cannot be just a party of protest. For Labour to change Britain under Corbyn and contribute to the necessary transformation of Europe, it will have to become a party in power.

What does it take to win the next General Election for Jeremy Corbyn and all the activists and people who support his project?

Well, it is still a long shot, but there are certain things that will have to be set in motion as soon as possible:

  1. Corbyn needs to gather public and explicit support from some of the most prestigious economists in the world whose ideas underpin Corbyn’s agenda. It would help to counteract the accusations of economic incompetence. This has to be done at the right time and in the right way. Even relatively “friendly” media, like the Guardian, will ignore any endorsement provided by the academic world, as demonstrated few days ago when the letter showing support for Corbyn signed by 28 professors was given the same treatment as any other letter sent to the paper written by any other reader.
  2. The anti-austerity and social justice message is already very clear. Corbyn needs at this stage to engage with key activists and figures, inside and outside Labour, and outline in greater detail some big tangible projects that can capture people’s imagination and will benefit a vast majority of people. This will contribute to the development of a one-nation labour spirit.
  3. The business world is extremely diverse. The Corbyn camp needs to be aware, and show publicly, that there will be many industries in the country that will actually benefit greatly from the growth, equality and investment agendas of Corbyn. Divide and rule. A sector of the media will also follow suit and engage more positively.
  4. Corbyn should take advantage of people’s anger about Europe and the disillusionment about politics and turn them into a vast desire for radical transformation of democratic governance, both in the UK and in Europe.

Mar

Cuando el planeta se haga esponja
y tus aguas se hundan roncas,
ahogarás infiernos espurios,
portando vida sagrada
a las entrañas secas que antaño
las conciencias torturaran.

Anfibia memoria eterna,
brújula náufraga y firme,
revela luces alegres
triunfante justicia libre.

Tony Martin-Woods

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La transvida

Las uvas
no mueren vendimiadas en verano,
transviven vencedoras en el vino,
como el poema en la canción,
como la madre en su niño.

Pero el soldado…

…el soldado muere por la patria,

como el dialecto por la lengua,
la noticia por el medio,
el crítico por la cátedra
o el poemario por el premio,

como el obrero por la empresa
o el viaje por el transporte,
como el juego por el deporte
o la vaca por la hamburguesa,

sacrificados por él y en él,
en la unidad de un espíritu falso,
sin honor, a toda hostia,
por los años de los años,

Amén

Tony Martin-Woods

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Publicado en Los viajes de Diosa.

Foto: Cementerio en Adel, Leeds.

Take us

Listen to the poem in this song by The Blacksocks. Copyright ©  The Blacksocks 2015. http://www.theblacksocks.uk

 

 

Sour
Sins
Simmering
In minds that forgot their own code

Wild
Wind
Whistling
The truth no one wants to know

Brave
Boats
Breaking
The waves of the sea as they go

Take us to the lands with no shame
Take us to the lights that fear nowt
Take us to the fields where it’s love
What birds, and farmers, jointly grow

Talk to the mums with no children
Fight for the flowers with no say
Give to the miners of Mexborough
The justice those Tories took away

Smile to the homeless who is begging
For a night, some soup and the warmth
Of our notes as they burn in the fire
Of his notes, in the bank of England’s stove

Tony Martin-Woods

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Free Market

Lively chit chat
At the infallible tempo
Of the clinking of glass.

A drizzle of jazz
On live canapés,

Waiters who model.

Our man
Keeps his business cards
Very close to his chest.
No rush, no push.

He knows what is right
He knows who to approach
He knows how to wait
He knows when to fall
Softly and warmly
On his pickled prey:
The greedy relation
Who awaits with a smirk
For the usual courting.

Education,
Health,
Weapons,
Research,
Transport,
Land,
It’s all up for grabs
It is all fair game,
It’s all the same.
It’s all just money,
At the end of the day.
(We don’t discriminate cash for its colour).

And

When the deal is ready,
The cloths
Of both parties
Drop
Discreetly
On the floor.

Only Private Eye
Knows the strength of their bids.

No chance
For clean
Spreadsheets,
No need
For financial
Latex,
No point
In trimming the hedges.
This is,
Brutally,
A family affair,
Lubricated with the spark
Of Conservative Champagne.

Sneaky voyeurs
Pay a good price
For the steam in the room
Where business thrives,
Where public assets
End up privatised,
Where bastards in arms
Trade our demise.

Broadcasted in Bloomberg
For the rest of the world.
Close-ups available
In the salmon press.

Tony Martin-Woods

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Al crecerme la vida

Al crecerme la vida,
alimentada de emociones,
se me derrama a borbotones mi pasado
encharcando la tierra humilde,
haciendo del polvo barro.

Al crecerme la vida,
hostigado por la avaricia del tiempo,
me embriago con tragos de memorias fermentadas
en cubas digitales,
destiladas en las redes.

Al crecerme la vida
nos crecen los muertos.

Al crecerme la vida
me crecen los sueños.

Tony Martin-Woods

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