In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk
  • Post-Referendum First Thoughts

    At the time of writing, Britain is faced with what the experienced commentator Michael White has described as the worst political crisis of his lifetime. Not just our political parties, but much of our democratic process seem to be imploding. It seems that, having voted to break away from the EU, our nation itself feels to have broken apart, and to be about to break apart yet more.

    This month’s referendum on the nation’s EU membership split the country 52/48. What stands out immediately is that many of those who wanted Out include people in the second half of their lives, or maybe the final third ; the nation’s young, on the other hand, tended to vote In. Is this, then, a successful act of defiance by angry wrinklies, beset by rapid change and diversity, at the expense of their fresh-faced, internationalist young ?  Or is “betrayal” a better word ?

    A second thing that stands out for me is that what seems to have tipped the argument was Immigration. It stands out because the referendum was actually not about immigration at all and it is quickly becoming clear that the result will not affect immigration levels. Thus, a complete red herring may have won it for the Out campaign. Just fear and confusion, carefully and deliberately nurtured by the Out campaigners. The argument that was supposed to have won people over to the Remain side was the Economy. But too many people in the UK have every reason to associate “The Economy” solely with cuts, impoverishment, neglect and inequality, with George Osborne’s lop-sided grin hanging overall. Were the Have-nots ever likely to join the ranks of the outrageously over-paid Haves along this defence-line ?  The chaps who ran the Remain campaign do not seem to have appreciated what the Economy actually means to many people in this country. They were campaigning on Fear as well, but were always appallingly off-target.

    Which leads to the third thing which really stands out from these events. How disgracefully a campaign of such momentous significance and consequence was conducted. At what a low level of thought and feeling, integrity  and responsibility. How incompetent and dishonest and often plain wicked the various arguments and communications. What an abuse and perversion of our great privilege of free speech. What sacrilege. The behaviour our “Free World” is currently exhibiting is tearing it and us apart.

    At Glastonbury, Damon Albarn, Blur frontman and founder of Africa Express project, had this to say to the gathered crowds : “I have a heavy heart today. Democracy has failed us. Democracy has failed us because it was ill informed.”

    “The will of the British people is an instruction that must be delivered,” said Cameron, in his resignation speech, as if he were speaking of some high and final authority, the last Word. But how can we be a People, or our collective “Will” have any weight or validity at all,  if throughout the decision-making process, we have been bombarded and misled by so many deliberate lies, distortions and manipulations ; how can we now live with this decision made by a People led and informed so ill ?

    Unless our decisions are properly informed, we are not qualified to make them and we are actually a danger to ourselves as well as to others. No authentic or responsible or truly free democratic process has taken place at all. Instead, the British electorate has lurched and blundered into this decision, blinded and bewildered by recent events and developments and then been actively deceived by unworthy influences and disgraceful abuses of free speech.  Only later shall we wake up to what we have “decided”, and into whose hands we have dumbly delivered ourselves.

    So is this what we mean by our privilege of free speech ? – just the license to deceive ? license to abuse and incite ? licence to hack and destroy ? licence to draw out the beast in people for unworthy purposes ?

    And is this what we mean by elections, or referenda ? – just contests between liars ? so that the “People” will choose just the least scrupulous liar, the lies that glow brightest through the gathering dark ?

    Democracy is under threat from a mortal enemy – itself – ourselves.

    And Cameron’s premiership will go down as one of the most – perhaps even the most – inadequate, ruinous and disgraceful in this country’s history.

    But who will be his successor ? What further disgrace, division and destruction lie in store ?

     

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  • The EU Referendum

    We note a rising panic on our street on behalf of Remain. Apparently the Labour faithful are not responding to the cool economic arguments Remain has orchestrated. Down with Them Foreigners – that’s the winning one. Our sceptred isle is now encircled and infiltrated by loadsa terrorists and criminals and other high-speed novelties and bewilderments, all swimming about like sharks. That’s the one. Let us and our corrupted press fight, fight, and fight again to protect our truth-free comfort zone.

    I wonder if I am unusual in finding it hard to engage in all this.

    I think the main reason for my difficulty is that this referendum has no meaning or integrity of its own. It was imposed on us as a frivolous Cameron ploy and party-trick. Years ago he forced it into all our diaries to deflect some die-hard Tory MP’s and supporters from the allure of UKIP.  The re-opening of the EU membership question, this dreary wound, was just temporarily useful for Davie-boy’s own party-political ends, to buy him a bit more time in power.

    Since then, the whole of Europe has been made to perform to the bogus self-interested Davie-boy script,  while he engaged them in his photo-shoot charade of a “re-negotiation.” And now it’s the UK electorate’s turn to join the charade. And just look at the murk and poison welling to the surface as the various players in this ghastly referendum “debate” call in the whirl-wind to aid their various purposes and dodgy motivations.

    Of course, it is crucial that we “Remain.” But it is hard to say so with real conviction, to engage whole-heartedly, knowing that Davie-boy set up this whole predicament and uncertainty, this baiting of the untameable, without regard for the interests of the country at large. Whatever the result of our unnecessary referendum, he should be punished for his action in bringing us here so irresponsibly, along with so many other actions of his that are equally inexcusable and unforgivable.

    In the next few years, might it suit Boris’ or Georgie-boy’s interests or personal ambitions to call a referendum on whether England’s shires should separate and stand alone against the tide of modern life and its uncertainties? Or how about resurrecting the armed borders of Mercia, East Anglia, Northumbria, Wessex ?  Might President Rump find it worth his personal while to hold a referendum on the de-unification of the United States ?

    Although I know that, in terms of consequences, this issue – despite Davie-boy –  is deadly serious, neither “side”of the UK referendum debate commands my respect or loyalty. No vision is being offered that can fire or inspire. Many of the arguments used or topics chosen by each side seem specious, contrived and mean-spirited. Often they are deliberately misleading and/or manipulative. Flagrant lies are offered up as arguments and it is these lies that seem to be winning over a growing number of the electorate.

    This is not a real debate, in fact. It is just a bunch of sleek, dishonest, rapacious rude-boys engaged in a street fight, using the weapons that are familiar to them and characteristic of them. They excuse it as “the rough and tumble of politics.” Just a jolly good dust-up. Like football hooligans in expensive grey suits.  And are their amoral techniques not also the characteristic weaponry of a certain gentleman from deep down under, Lynton Crosby, OBE, spiritual advisor to the Head Rude-boy of Blingland himself ? Is he to be seen off, at the last, by his own weapons used against him ? And what rough beast will then follow him into the empty, silent chamber ?

    However it concludes, the referendum seems significant chiefly in showing us how plain frightened, reduced, muddled and essentially leaderless we are and what a mess we have made of “Democracy” and “Free Speech” – these words we flag up as reasons to be proud of ourselves and of our systems, somehow justifying Western assumptions of superior virtue.

    For is the way the EU debate is being conducted in the UK any cause for pride and belief in our way of life and governance, any inspiration to our youth ? On the contrary. It is cause for despair, exhaustion and disgust.

    But through all the fog, the unworthiness, the lies, the dishonour, one thing seems clear. I have no doubt that we need to remain, and will suffer badly if we do not, for one simple but over-riding reason.

    And this is that “leaving ” means the creation of a new frontier, and hence yet more division. Yet more Them and Us, when already there is so much Them and Us. Frontiers perpetuate division. Another “Them” to blame. Another “Them” to fear. It is the wrong direction to go in. Even Davie-boy, who has done so much in this country to re-open and encourage Them/Us, knows that here is one prospective division and frontier too many.

    And of course, once started, the fracturing and splintering will continue. UK out of Europe, will mean Scotland severed from England, in order not to follow this cross-eyed Tory dance. And then Wales ? Ireland ?

    Islands become islets.

    Conversation and debate become howl and no-go.

    You become one of Them.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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  • After Pentecost

     

    We perch on this bright speck in the universe

    yet poison it

     

    reach out for the truth

    yet poison the truth

     

    partake of God

    yet poison our godliness

     

    were made one of another

    yet poison one other.

     

    In the cause of Self

    and poisoning all Other

     

    we have only

    poisoned ourselves.

     

    Rogan Wolf

    May 2016

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  • Homecoming

    It’s as if the landscape

    has gathered you into its arms

    making you

    not just welcome here

    but whole.

    It has reached out and found

    you where you alone

    could not. You are never lost

    among these contours.

    They map your interior.

    You are discovered here.

     

    Rogan Wolf, April 2016

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  • Easter 2016

    I saw a man the other day

    to my surprise

    suspended from a single dot

    floating in the sky.

    He was attached to it

    by hands and feet

    nailed through. He looked

    dreadfully contorted.

    Perhaps the dot had fallen off

    some broken line or other.

    It drifted past on the wind

    the expression on the man’s face

    indescribable. I shouted

    up to him

    is this the second coming

    or just another day

    of human history ?

    His eyes rested on me

    and my heart rose.

     

    © Rogan Wolf, Easter 2016

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  • 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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