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Tuesday Poem: "Letter to Wayne"

Forgive me if I seemed brusque at the airport,

these churches to farewell

are not where I choose to worship

and saying goodbye is like sheathing a sword,

the danger is not over until it’s out of sight.

You’re an introspective man, covert with your passion,

but I suspect you were as glad to see us

as we were to see you.

It’s been said that you are a perfect foil

to my extroversion,

we are a sort of Laurel and Hardy of the emotional spectrum.

One of the perils of transience

is the absence of solid friendship

so that we sometimes become

like wings without a body.

Having a friend arrive on our doorstep

is to find something we did not realise

we had lost.

A holidaymaker is as bright in the workaday world

as a mint coin on sunlit concrete

so that our biggest concern

was to polish your days

to the consistency of your previous excitement.

We are rusty entertainers at best.

One of life’s more pleasant surprises

is that we never know how or where

we will forge a friendship.

Friendships forged in the workplace

can be the most enduring

because there is no mandate to like our workmates.

For a few, too short days

you brought back for me all that was good

about my life in Auckland

and I can ask a friend for no greater gift

than to reflect a little sunlight.

Selling us down an American River

Recently, the news has featured a proposed free trade deal called the “Trans-Pacific Partnership Agreement.”

See interesting link to book by Kiwi intellectual, Jane Kelsey:

http://aftinet.org.au/cms/trans-pacific-partnership-agreement/trans-pacific-partnership-agreement

Essentially, that champion of free trade and the free world (Yeah right), the United States wants its corporations to be able to rape and pillage foreign markets while John Key tugs his forelock for the crumbs from the American table.

When will these blind ideologist politicians learn that FREE TRADE comes at a very big price and ain’t free at all?

Essentially, big business America such as Pharmaceutical companies, oil companies and all the usual suspects will gain the power to sue Nations whose laws interfere with them making rapacious profits. Noam Chomsky warned us that the Nation State had given away to control by Corporations so here we go skipping merrily towards 1984.

Winston (not Peters), come in soon, your time is up.

Perversion of the Law of Supply and Demand

My younger brother who knows a fair bit about economics and finance and government spending etc. has said to me on a few occasions when he and I have witnessed some anti-social or stupid behaviour: "There is one thing that defies the Law of Supply and Demand: idiots. There is no demand for idiots and yet there is an over-supply."

Sadly, I often have occasion to recall this sage observation in the suburb in which I live.

Last Sunday morning, while most if not all of our street's residents were fast asleep, at 5am we were awoken by a drunken argument on the footpath outside our house. It seems that the very loud participants in this argument had a very limited vocabulary. Most of their sentences revolved around that sturdy Anglo-Saxon expletive: "Fuck". Or variations thereon. The word that can be used in service of the noun, the verb, the adverb and the adjective. A handy word at times, I'll grant you, but not at 5am!

My two primary school aged children were awoken from their pleasant dreams by this unpleasant rant. The word is not foreign to them, it rings out in many a playground, but they too didn't want to hear it at 5am!

As it happened that same morning I had decided to go for what is known in surfing slang as a "dawnie". I knew there would be waves and I wanted to get into them before the onshore wind got up and turned them into a white washing machine.

At first light, I paddled out and enjoyed a solid 3 to 4 feet swell with a light offshore grooming the faces of the waves to a smooth perfection. A good surf will always fill me up with the milk of human kindness and so it was that the 5am morons were pushed to a distant recess of my memory.

After a couple of hours, I came in, sated by my fill of waves. When I went to rinse the sand off me and my surfboard under one of the Council-provided outdoor showers, I discovered that some of my charming fellow citizens had smashed beer bottles all over the concrete. I had to gingerly make my way to the shower, stepping around the shards of glass. The amount of broken glass indicated it was more than one bottle that they had smashed.

I don't suppose these idiots experience empathy or fellow-feeling because when they vandalise and destroy and pollute public spaces, the people they hurt most are the ordinary citizens just trying to live their lives as best they can. If they think they are striking a blow against "The Man" or some such pseudo-revolutionary drivel, they are sadly mistaken.

Anyone short of idiots where they live? Supply running low? No, I didn't think so.

Is television the new opium of the masses?

Karl Marx once made that famous observation:


"Religion is the opium of the masses."


But sadly for old Pope Benedict and his cardinals, we live in an increasingly secular world. Only Islam seems to still be signing up new subscribers.


So if Karl was alive today, would he be substituting the word "religion" for the word "television" in his now famous quote?


Being a man who likes to be accurate and never to mislead anyone, I consulted that grand site we all love, Wikipedia


"Religion is the opium of the people" is one of the most frequently paraphrased statements of Karl Marx. It was translated from the German original, "Die Religion ... ist das Opium des Volkes" and is often referred to as "religion is the opiate of themasses." 


Anyway, I suppose it must be even worse in America, the land of a gazillion TV channels, but here in Aotearoa/New Zealand we are getting more TV channels, but less quality programming. It seems like bread and circuses stuff here with people being bounced off giant plastic balls or endless reality programmes which seem to concentrate on the basest of human nature or so-called "dramas" with acronyms that focus on serial killers and serial rapists. And so it goes on.


This crap might keep the masses from rising up against their masters, but for many of us it is a blessing because it gives us more time to read good books.


Next time an autocratic dictator like Mubarak needs to keep his people out of Tahrir Square just put CSI Miami on state-controlled television.

If it aint broke, don't fix it

Recently, one of our television channels rebranded itself and aimed, so we are told, at a slightly older demographic range.

It got me thinking about the modern obsession for rebranding. The consumer was either indifferent to or perfectly comfortable with the old bottle/logo/channel/newspaper banner/the list goes on, but the "ideas" people think they should refresh everything about every five minutes. Does this say something about modern short attention spans? Does this say something about the contemporary desire for constant entertainment/stimulation?

Cue old fart music: can anyone remember when it was fine to lie on a sun-dappled river bank and read a good book or just gaze at the water meandering by and listen to the birdsong and JUST BE? To be quiet for a moment, to still oneself so that some inner voice might speak above the hubbub of the human world.

But now they must dazzle us with pretty colours or smooth, sexy shapes because we have become capital C Consumers and we must be forever bombarded with sensory stimulation so that we never have a micro-second's pause in which we might ruminate and decide that we don't like the crap they are foisting on us!

If you want some real sensory stimulation, I advise you to go to my friend,  Richard Clark's website and gaze at some of his awesome photographs. Now that's what I call something to look at!

Grand Wizard Rodney and the Super City Klansmen and Klanswomen

The following was in the news today:

Source of quote

"The Maori Statutory Board has confirmed they will go to the High Court tomorrow (Wednesday 16 February 2011) after the Auckland Council slashed their budget.

The Maori Statutory Board will take its budget to the High Court.

The Auckland Council yesterday slashed the Board's budget from around $3.4 million to $1.9 million."


When all the various city municipalities like Manakau and Waitakere were being proposed to merge into an Auckland Super City, ACT leader and Minister for Local Government, Rodney Hide, refused to let Maori be given allocated seats on the new Super City council.


Rodney Hide threatened to resign as Local Government Minister rather than have his name on legislation introducing the seats.


Like all good colonial masters and covert racists, he hid behind the "one rule for all" excuse, but Maori have had 170 years of being patronised and, quite rightly, they were angered by Hide's veto, especially since a Royal Commission had recommended Maori representation be enshrined in the new Super City council.


"After a year of consulting Aucklanders, a Royal Commission said one council needs three Maori seats."
Source


So after this initial debacle, some sort of a compromise was reached by setting up a Maori Statutory Board. Now the Mayor, Len Brown, and many of the council's covert Klansmen are saying, in effect, "We can't give Maoris all that money or the rednecks will have our hides!" Or should that be: "Hides"?


They never kick up a fuss when they go on junkets to Sister Cities flying first class, but when a genuine body, set up in law, receives a budget to give a Maori perspective on and Maori input into all aspects of life in a Super City which contains about a quarter of Aotearoa/New Zealand's population, then all the racists start squealing! 


As several prominent Maori have pointed out, it's a tiny percentage of the Super City's total budget.


Come on, Rodney and Co, take off those white robes and come and join us in a new Aotearoa, one in which all races are celebrated and accorded respect and dignity. Give the Maori Statutory Board back their mana. Not that they need your approval. I'm sure they already have immense mana and could use that mana to advance Maoridom and Auckland.