In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk
  • Fable 15 – Jane Smith Goes to the Doctor

    This short piece explores the experience of being trapped in a category. Here is a link to it. In this case, the category is a medical one, medicine being a benevolent discipline which means only well. Yet still it can be painful and debilitating to be put in a box, even a benevolent one, and coping strategies are needed. The piece becomes a short reflection on what is fact, how to establish fact and how to preserve it.

    This is the fifteenth of sixteen essays called “Fables and Reflections.” The series has been commended by Iain McGilchrist, a psychiatrist who is also author of an important book called “The Master and His Emissary—The Divided Brain and the Making of the Western World”. This is what he has to say about the Fables : “When I wrote a book about the structure of  the brain and its influence on culture, I did not expect for one minute that it would inspire artists, poets and musicians in the way that it has. I find it deeply touching to be asked by Rogan Wolf to write a brief forward for these clever and  insightful  prose poems – for that is what they are. He feels my book provides a fitting context for them. But their beauty and the imagination that created them are all his. They are full of wisdom that we need very badly to hear. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do..”

    Each Fable takes just a few minutes to read. I am uploading them one at a time, every month or so. The idea behind this approach is that people running all day just to keep up, are more likely to read them in short doses and at intervals.

    But for those who prefer them all at once, here is a link to the sixteen together.

    The series was written in a time of pause after a working life in mental health care. But it is not specifically about mental health. In some ways it tries to offer a few sign-posts for times in which it seems particularly easy to get lost. Above all, perhaps, it explores the issue of what makes community healthy, what secures connection, how are we to live in the world in such a way that neither our neighbour nor our world suffer that we may briefly thrive ? In a sense you can say that, in exploring the constituents of community here, and at this time of strain and fragmentation, frantic materialism and crude zealotry, the series asks and discusses what are the binding and redemptive skills of true human connection, the skills of being human, the skills of love.

    The series is soon to be published in book form.

    If you find value in “Fables and Reflections”, please send word of them to people you know who you think might want to read them. You could simply pass on this blog address, or, alternatively,  I am happy to e-mail them individually as attachments to people who would find that easier. I am already doing that for some people.  I would also be happy to send hard copy versions by surface mail.  If that is your preference, just send me your address.

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  • I See Everywhere the False

     

    I see everywhere the false, the masked,

    the sleek and hollow,

    the bought and the creatured.

     

    Their words twist the wind

    tug at my mind

    and steal from me

    the hymns of my life

    the sacred.

     

    True words die

    the moment

    they pass between

    these creatures’ teeth.

     

    Humanity is on the run.

    It has taken cover.

    How can we survive

    this empire of the creature

    and the lie ?

     

                                                    Rogan Wolf
                                                    July 2014

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  • Did someone turn the lights off ?

    Last week-end, on Saturday 21st, mid-summer’s day, there was a demonstration in London involving 50,000 people. They were demonstrating against the “austerity cuts” of the UK’s Coalition Government. The police reported no arrests. It started just outside the BBC’s Broadcasting House and finished just outside the Houses of Parliament, two places closely associated with free speech and accountability, essential elements of a living democracy.

    The word “demonstration” means literally “a showing.”  But a “showing” can only be truly accomplished if it is seen. There have to be witnesses present who broadcast reliably what was before their eyes. Then there has to be an audience available who want to listen and understand.

    By that measure, the event on mid-summer’s day almost never happened, whatever those 50,000 people must have felt and seen and heard, whatever their reasons for being there under the mid-summer sun. For no newspaper except The Guardian seems to have reported the demonstration. And the BBC seemed to have been looking away from its own doorstep. How ? Why ? What is happening at the BBC ?

    (A short and rather scant film without commentary went up on the BBC London website some time during the following day for a few hours, almost as if in apology. Here is the link : http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-27962963 But I think my question is still valid. What is happening at the BBC ? Et tu, Brute ?)

    A demonstration of 50,000 people in the capital is an event that matters across the nation. But it is possible that this failure to report it matters even more, its implications dire. The demonstration was a protest against disgraceful things being done to the poorest and most vulnerable members of our Society, by our own government, with our apparent assent. We need to address and face up to what is being done to our own people. This lack of notice by the media leaves them yet further cast out.

    Thank you, The Guardian. Here was an example of a genuinely Free Press doing its work, recording and publishing issues that matter to us all. The work looks to be getting lonely.

    Here are some links to more of the Free Press, doing lonely good work on behalf of our integrity :

    http://diaryofabenefitscrounger.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/open-letter-to-bbc.html

     http://mikesivier.wordpress.com/2014/06/21/bbc-and-press-ignore-massive-demonstration-against-austerity-in-london/

    And here is some short film of the event, I assume taken by a bystander : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrwt_bcKmYI

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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  • Travels of the Last Emperor

    I wrote “Travels of the Last Emperor” at different times over a period of around twenty years. It is made up of five poems of varying length. This spring 2014, a friend filmed me reading them in Mallorca, in an old monastery on top of a hill. You  can access the film here on You-tube. To make it as visible as we can, we have also put it at the top right of this site’s home page.  There it will stay put, as this post heads downwards. The film lasts for about half an hour. I feel it more or less speaks for me and I take real pleasure in it. I hope that people will give it their time.

    You can find the written text by clicking here on the title :  Travels of the Last Emperor.

    What is the poem about ? It centres on an historical figure, the last Emperor of Byzantium, who died defending the walls of Constantinople, when at last it fell half way through the fifteenth century. Constantinople was founded by the Roman Emperor Constantine and replaced Rome as the Empire’s capital. From this more eastern centre of gravity, Byzantine gradually replaced Roman and Greek replaced Latin, but for centuries through the Middle Ages, an essential Roman inheritance and foundation and continuity remained beside the Bosporus. The last Emperor’s death brought the Roman/ Byzantine story finally to an end, while making possible the great Islamic city of Istanbul.

    But I suggest that the main point of the poem is not in its historical details. Its significance belongs in the present. Like the walls of Constantinople, that great medieval city, capital and archive of a way of life become slowly insufficient, our own walls no longer hold good. Our children are not safe here. We endanger them by staying as we are and living the way we do. We must seek a new City, a new way of being, which will nurture the Earth and offer hope to our children.

    Therefore, the last Emperor, fox between fences, is also a kind of pilgrim, a King Lear disinherited and in search.

    Is Barak Obama another last emperor, horrendously beset, seeking new shapes among the ruins, routes to a future  ?

    Or maybe the image of the emperor bereft of his city applies to each one of us. For it is the fact that, in this era, all of us were born to a world that no longer exists. In my own lifetime, the world has changed many times over. The walls keep falling. The emperor keeps wandering.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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  • Our present democracies will not rescue us from ourselves.

    For the young, it will already seem a long time ago that the Soviet Communist bloc effectively closed down, its remarkable leader Mikhail Gorbachev introducing “Perestroika,” its various constituent states, including Russia itself, “giving way” to democracy in remarkably quick succession. A major symbol of that dramatic and joyful time was the destruction of the Berlin Wall in 1990. As its concrete blocks were knocked away and Berliners came together across this unnatural division now defunct, the whole world seemed to shift on its axis. No longer would it revolve around West vs East, USA vs USSR, with everyone else cowering beneath those two appalling shadows. Europe too was now a different entity, part of a new and wider world dispensation and a more complex balance of forces.

    Things rush on. Horrors old and new preoccupy us these days, but we should not forget the euphoria and hope of that time of nearly 25 years ago when the Cold War ended. Myself no longer young, brought up in the Cold War’s shadow, I remember its conclusion as a still recent wonder and the relief that followed, however temporary, remains palpable.

    But of course there were all sorts of different ways one could understand the extraordinary events of 1990. The UK Prime Minister, the late Margaret Thatcher, took a characteristically gung-ho line. “We” had “won.” “They” had “lost.” Yah-boo. Good had triumphed over Evil, Light over Dark. She trumpeted a victory.

    A very different approach was taken by the UK Roman Catholic Archbishop of the time, the late Basil Hume.

    In a speech delivered that same year, (his introductory address to the Ampleforth Conference, 1990) he in effect rebuked Thatcher for her puerile triumphing. It was simply not true that one system had proved itself the right one, or even that some sort of victory had taken place, along with some sort of defeat. The Archbishop said that, whatever their obvious and profound differences, merits and demerits, extents and limits of human rights or abuse etc, both “are economic, political and social systems that have failed signally to befriend humanity and to reverence and respect individual dignity. At the same time, and consistently, they have adopted similar attitudes towards nature and the environment. They have been aggressive, insensitive and short-sighted.” Both systems were thus failures and a threat to Creation. The fact that the Eastern Empire had now fallen meant simply that one failed and brutal project had hit the buffers a little earlier than the other.

    Was the Archbishop right ? Personally I believe so, and as a citizen of the UK, whose civilisation is presently being dismantled by Thatcher’s heirs, in terms both of structures and moral values, with little learned from the international banking disaster of 2008, I believe further falls and collapses are imminent and the need for new answers across the board has become desperate. For our survival’s sake we need to up our game.    

    I am hopelessly ill-equipped to see much further than this, let alone propose concrete or detailed answers to all the obvious questions. But if we say, summarising radically, that the Soviet bloc worked, and failed to work, through excessive reliance on an unaccountable and brutal State ; and Democracy as envisaged by the present Right Wing works, and fails to work, through excessive license given to the unaccountable and brutal Individual, then perhaps we can catch a glimpse of what has to follow, for our survival‘s sake.

    None of the old forms seem adequate to the task. But some essential principles that led to those forms must surely be re-visited.

    What is this world? What aske men to have?” (Arcite, The Knight’s Tale, Geoffrey Chaucer). Across contemporary Society, it continues acceptable and is even seen as commendable for individuals to seek to realise themselves and achieve social standing and “success” by pursuing and accruing gross and superfluous material wealth and the trappings and comforts such wealth makes possible, however excessive and divisive these must inevitably be. Is Greed and Envy the engine, then, which powers Democracy and protects our Freedoms, the Rights of Man ? Is this what the various faiths propound for humankind ?

    But, if not this, if not Greed, Envy, irresponsible exploitation and acquisition, without concern for wider or future cost, what else might we be alive for ? And how can social structures that promote a higher, more responsible and care-filled state of being, a higher set of aspirations, be protected ?

    I shall turn for my conclusion to a literal example which I see also as a metaphor. I cannot do better.

    The public park. It is a pleasant place. The soil is rich there and the flowers are carefully tended. There are expanses of grass to lie and play on. The grass is glossy in the evening sun. 

    We take our dogs walking in the park. They rush about joyfully, chasing one another, chasing the balls or sticks we throw for them. And they defecate joyfully before rushing on.

    There is a dog in all of us, and that dog has a nature which needs close attention. It can turn nasty, especially when anxious. But whatever its mood, it will be acting within its nature to defecate in the park whenever we take it walking there.

    And slowly the park will become impossible to take our children to. It will no longer be safe or hygienic. It will become a danger to their health and their future lives.

    Unless we do something to clean up the mess our dogs leave behind.

    I don’t know about other countries, but in the UK, it has needed a law and the threat of penalty, to persuade people to take a little plastic bag with them when they walk their dogs in the park, so that a dog’s excrement is not the result and signature of each human visit.

    Most people see the necessity for this greater show of social responsibility, but they need a regulation to ensure they practise what they know to be right.

    Thus, I think that, for the Earth to survive, for the park we inherited to remain available to us, and viable for our children, we need Government to be strong enough to regulate our natures and our behaviour on our behalf, better than we ourselves do at present. Equally, though, and just as crucially, we need to ensure that Government itself is kept sufficiently in check so that it does not abuse its powers. Of course I do not know how either of these enormous tasks might be achieved.

    However we do it, we have to establish from first principles a new balance of those two elements, the Individual and the State, new shapes for our Democracy. In the UK, the Right presently in the ascendancy hates social accountability, regulation, the State and the taxes a strong State requires, and with astonishing success is progressively destroying the achievements of several generations since the Victorian age, who sought to build a State capable of sustaining a just and civilised urban Society. The political Right of the present age are like over-indulged adolescent hoodlums stalking the main street, smashing what they can. They will fight without scruple to maintain their ascendancy by playing on our fears and prejudices. For our hope henceforward as a civilisation, we have to spurn utterly and urgently this regressive hoodlum mind-set, its hollow public-school self-assurance exhumed from the nineteenth century. We have to be willing in doing so to think and re-think radically what we are for on this Earth, and what sort of State we therefore need, what sort of powers it should have, to help us up our game and rescue our inheritance from ourselves.

     

     

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  • Resurrection

     

    You have left petals on old stones

    and memories that chase

     

    the rhythms of my blood

    and activate my bones

     

    and through my gathering shadow

    guide me.

     

    Are you re-born in me

    or have I eaten you,

     

    perforce, that I take your scent

    with me through my days

     

    and words I know are yours

    to chant and call them

     

    along lost ways

    against locked doors ?

     

    Rogan Wolf
    April 2014

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  • Word Play

     

    May words work.

    May mine

    look you in the eye

    and having found you out

    work on you right there.

    Fraud and felon play

    with words, seeking

    only to deceive and buy

    and bend you to their will.

    I must work a cleaner way

    my words releasing you

    to where you belong.

    Words must truth-tell

    sound the soul

    make us well.

     

    Rogan Wolf
    September 2013

     

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  • Fable 14 – Rome Burning

    This short piece offers a kind of action-guide for times of crisis and confusion. Here is a link to it. It proposes a system for prioritising what to do, when it seems that there are always several things that need to be done at once, and they are all clamouring for your attention. For instance, this box just here is demanding to be ticked – otherwise the heavens will fall and the Minister will sack you. But over there a fire has just now started and people are screaming for help. What do you do ?

    This is the fourteenth of sixteen essays called “Fables and Reflections.” The series has been commended by Iain McGilchrist, a psychiatrist who is also author of an important book called “The Master and His Emissary—The Divided Brain and the Making of the Western World”. This is what he has to say about the Fables : “When I wrote a book about the structure of  the brain and its influence on culture, I did not expect for one minute that it would inspire artists, poets and musicians in the way that it has. I find it deeply touching to be asked by Rogan Wolf to write a brief forward for these clever and  insightful  prose poems – for that is what they are. He feels my book provides a fitting context for them. But their beauty and the imagination that created them are all his. They are full of wisdom that we need very badly to hear. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do..”

    Each Fable takes just a few minutes to read. I am uploading them one at a time, every month or so. The idea behind this approach is that people running all day just to keep up, are more likely to read them in short doses and at intervals.

    But for those who prefer them all at once, here is a link to the sixteen together.

    The series was written in a time of pause after a working life in mental health care. But it is not specifically about mental health. In some ways it tries to offer a few sign-posts for times in which it seems particularly easy to get lost. Above all, perhaps, it explores the issue of what makes community healthy, what secures connection, how are we to live in the world in such a way that neither our neighbour nor our world suffer that we may briefly thrive ? In a sense you can say that, in exploring the constituents of community here, and at this time of strain and fragmentation, frantic materialism and crude zealotry, the series asks and discusses what are the binding and redemptive skills of true human connection, the skills of being human, the skills of love.

    The series is soon to be published in book form.

    If you find value in “Fables and Reflections”, please send word of them to people you know who you think might want to read them. You could simply pass on this blog address, or, alternatively,  I am happy to e-mail them individually as attachments to people who would find that easier. I am already doing that for some people.  I would also be happy to send hard copy versions by surface mail.  If that is your preference, just send me your address.

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