In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk
  • The Emperor travels to Piedmont

    The last Emperor of Constantinople is still wandering Europe, hiding in huts and caves, bedding down beside the motorways, seeking cover, night after night, beside our continent’s frontiers all dressed out these days in barbed wire.

    Perhaps he seeks a new city, a new way of being, a way worthy of our race ; or maybe he has simply given up on cities, houses and routine, and nowadays has no destination in his dreams, just movement and fellowship.

    Not so long ago, he could be found on a hill-top in Mallorca, drawn to some medieval battlements on a hill (see the film near the top of the home page here, on the right).

    More recently, he has appeared in Piedmont in the north of Italy. A website called Margutte, run by a group of people who live in the Piedmontese town of Mondovì, has just uploaded excerpts from my poems about the emperor, in English and Italian, and has linked to the text of the whole series, in its pdf form. An interview with me, in writing, is also included.  Here is a link to the emperor’s posting on the site. And for the text of the whole poem-series again, click on the title :  Travels of the Last Emperor

    What would happen if the Emperor carried on eastward towards Istanbul ? Might he ever walk those streets again ?  Might he be seen or heard there ?

     

     

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  • We Have Government

    We have government by massage,
    manipulation, lie.
    It attacks the body politic.
    We watch and we comply.
    Power is its only purpose
    deceit its only skill
    the electorate just putty
    for moulding to its will.

    Our “leaders” claim the right to rule
    through winning our consent
    their means of winning foul
    their ways of winning bent.
    Some intentions they hide
    others they pervert
    an election just another way
    to defraud the electorate.

    They keep their small majority
    through daily tricks and lies
    and by stoking fear and fantasy
    in a people they despise.
    Some chose them for promises
    they broke overnight
    yet still they preen in power
    as if by legal right.

    Democracy is founded
    upon honour at heart.
    A state that cheats its people
    is illegitimate.

    The proper place is jail
    for a leadership that lies ;
    Not “Minister,” “criminal”
    the title that applies.

    The heart of our community
    lies tortured in defeat.
    Outlaws kick the corpse aside.
    It is outlaws rule our street.

    Rogan Wolf, November 2015

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  • The Inn this Advent

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    Photograph by Robert Atanasoski/AFP/Getty Images.

    Expulsion

    I heard this song tonight from the desert
    the shelters below ground there
    and the wrecked homes

    and I heard it from the grey waters
    just south of Europe, with winter coming on
    and the boat leaking

    and from the guard posts and barbed frontiers
    that now cover a continent, halting the raw feet ;
    I heard this issuing

    of hope’s loss, in a voice
    so thin, yet transmitting, on the breath’s
    expulsion, our soul’s lament.

    Rogan Wolf
    December 2015
     

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  • Joining the Bombfest

    For the record, I was one of those who joined the Labour Party after the UK election of last May. Soon after that, I voted for Jeremy Corbyn as Leader of the Labour Party and Tom Watson as Deputy.

    I think that what is happening in the Labour Party is a sorry and miserable mess, but also by far the most creative thing going on in UK politics at present. We are in much greater danger from the present government of the disguised Far Right with its certainties and dis-honesties and treacheries and lies, its denial of and contempt for community and trust, than we are from Labour’s present turmoil and confusion. And there is far more hope of a coherent shape emerging from the Progressive Left that is both honourable and sufficient for present times, than there is from the hooligan crew of sleek PR deceivers presently running this nation. Their way leads to our destruction, and also their own.

    And, for the record, this is what I replied in answer to Corbyn’s e-mailed round-robin, requesting views on joining the bombing war on ISIS :

    “Thank you for your message.

    I agree with the position you have taken.

    Yes, ISIS have to be fought and defeated. They make nonsense of being human. They make only monstrosity. It seems they exist precisely to make nonsense and monstrosity of pretty well everything.

    But by massing together and bombing them from on high, the western forces have chosen the best possible way of merely adding to the power, appeal and threat of ISIS. It is not an army as such. It can’t be bombed away from on high, as if in some computer game. Just restricted for now, at best. Unable to centre itself in a particular place, it will just scatter to everywhere.

    By further joining those bombing forces, the UK will ensure it joins the ranks of first degree targets for revenge, while fuelling yet further a highly volatile situation in the Middle East and across the world.”

    And here are a few stumbling thoughts I put together after the Paris bombings :

    “To try to understand the killing, it is of course relevant to think in terms of Islam, Sunni Islam, the Iraqi war, Syria, Western bombings and how all these and other particular factors have come together and brought about a new act of mass murder and self-murder.

    But I just think that it is even more relevant to think of these events as if it were all one. In other words, the main point is that this (and similar atrocities) is not another way of life, another place, or another race, doing something hostile to Us and Ours.

    There is no Them here. This is Us.

    Our own way of life and being has given birth to a tendency among us which prefers random killing followed by suicide, to continuing to live. A preference for filling surroundings with Death over leaving them to Life.

    So we have to look to ourselves, not to “Them.” “We will now wage war on Isis” is the most fatuous response, the one Isis will want, and the way most likely to ensure that deaths will continue and escalate.

    These bombings by drone from on high were just one way, perhaps the most obvious, to ensure the deaths of all these people in Paris. There was no other response possible to such behaviour and now there will be more of it. Death by drone, death by suicidal gunman, what’s the difference ? Actually a huge difference. But they belong together and, hating both, I cannot see one as virtuous or necessary, compared to the other.

    I’m remembering my early lessons in Christian teaching and my utter bewilderment at Christ’s directions to “turn the other cheek”. What ? Just do it again ? The “pale Galilean” was what DH Lawrence called Christ and maybe this was what he was talking about. I could only hear it as incomprehensible passive aggressive nonsense. But I am pretty sure now that I at last understand what Christ actually meant.  He was alive when the eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth obligation was still seen as a matter of honour, almost a sacred duty. But this meant that killing would never stop. Endless circles, each death requiring another. But revenge is not justice, and another response is required than just revenge. But here, all these centuries later, we still are doing exactly the same, in the leaders’ response to the Paris shootings, and Christ is still light years ahead of us, being crucified again and again in our time. He was trying to replace the revenge killing mind-set with something more sensible, for our sakes. He is still failing. We are still failing Him.

    It is not a matter of inviting ISIS to hit us again. It is a matter of enquiring very deeply of our own way of life, which is the way of life which has partly created ISIS, and from which it gathers its recruits : what do we do that makes young people so hating of existence that they prefer death to it ? What can we do that will restore meaning and hope in life to our own people ?”

     

     

     

     

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  • Truth tells – another time

    Aortal Bleeding

    Perhaps our Creator lacks a mind
    and therefore had no plan
    for how yours and mine
    would work. In which case
    our lives and history
    are just a continuous accident
    like a river nosing downhill
    chancing on points of give.

    But it’s hard not to decipher
    a certain deliberation
    verging on cruelty
    in our Creator’s gift to us
    of the capacity to lie.
    Lying is a declaration
    of war on Otherness
    a blow for the unbridled self.
    It is similar to our gift
    for doing evil. Our lying and our evil
    threaten all our Creator’s work.

    If our Creator had a mind
    perhaps He was thinking
    that our god-given lust
    for the lie
    would teach us that truth
    works better. For trust
    is like blood and lies lead
    to aortal bleeding. We are bleeding
    our hope away. I have
    no doubt that just
    before it’s too late
    we shall remember
    to worship the truth
    and shall punish
    as enemies of Creation
    all who lie.

    Rogan Wolf, November 2015

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  • Going to Work

    7.7 King's Cross Alexander Chadwick

     

    The leaves are sodden they’ll take
    months to become useful again.
    I bagged them today

    in a world so warm
    I used my fingers to rake
    the grass clear of their wet colours.

    I imagine them now as I write
    with the wind getting up
    and the fox stirring for his scavenge through the dark :

    there will be no more light, no air
    they are packed dankly together
    they have begun

    their long settling back
    their loss and blending of shape
    their winter’s work.

     

    (I wrote this poem in the Autumn of 2006. The picture I have attached to it was taken by Alexander Chadwick in the London Underground under King’s Cross Station. He was following his fellow-passengers as they made their way up to the surface, in the hours immediately after the London bombings of 7th July 2005)

     

     

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  • Truth tells, twice over

     

    Air Threat

     

    The space outside

    grows too dangerous to tolerate

     

    too frightening to explore.

    It has been poisoned.

     

    There was a time when danger

    threatened only across deep water

     

    but now no longer.

    All the systems, the traceries,

     

    the capillaries

    are fracturing

     

    right here on the doorstep

    a degeneration

     

    working its way

    into the mortar

     

    into the brain.

    The air between us

     

    is disintegrating.

    Do you not see it breaking up ?

     

    The door blows open.

    The lie walks in.

    Rogan Wolf, October 2015

     

    Street Safety

     

    Our houses stand like a coast of sheer cliff

    granite and immoveable.

     

    But they are just targets

    there to be hit.

     

    It is words that will stand true

    words that can’t

     

    be blown away

    words charged

     

    and pulsating

    that will light our street.

    Rogan Wolf, November 2015

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  • Dignity and Light

    Dignity and Light posterTwo new poem collections are about to be uploaded on the website of the project I run, called “Poems for…“.

    One of them is on Learning Disability and is called “Poems for… Bridges to Learning Disability”  The other is on mental ill-health and is called “Poems for…Self at Sea“.

    The poems in both collections bring together many voices and many years. Some were written in the first person, others from a place of close contact and witness. They constitute an attempt to create a language of real warmth and connection that will break down barriers. I hope that, in time, both collections will be used in schools as part of a teaching package.

    The charity United Response worked closely with me on this and we launched the collections in October in Bristol by means of an exhibition.

    This took place between October 5th and 8th. The poems were displayed as posters. A rather lovely book of them was (and still is) available as well, produced by United Response.

    At the same time, a journalist called Saba Salman uploaded a good piece about the initiative on her blog. She called it “Shattering Stigma with the Power of Poetry.” You can find the piece here.

    The exhibition made direct reference to the themes of World Mental Health Day and National Poetry Day, both of which took place in early October. The theme of the first day was Dignity and of the second Light.

    A formal launch took place mid-week, compèred by Ali Vowles, of BBC Points West.

    For those who don’t know about the “Poems for…” project, here is some background :

    I have been running it since 1998. Over the years, it has been funded by the UK Arts Council, the National Health Service, the King’s Fund, John Lewis Partnership, the Baring Foundation, the Mayor of London and the Foreign Office. It offers small poem-posters for downloading, free of charge.

    The poems are designed for display in schools, libraries and healthcare waiting rooms. In recent years, many of the poems chosen have been bilingual, with fifty languages represented so far, each with its English version alongside. The bilingual poems offer recognition and exploration of difference and celebrate it. But beneath that difference, they communicate vividly our commonality. These two new collections explore difference of another kind, a difference common within all languages and all cultures.

     

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