Love's in need of love today.

Love's in need of love today.

Over the last 24 days, great Britain has experienced a series of tragedies that have ripped through the heart of communities. The loss of life and the loss of trust are devastating, and i for one need to talk a little about my feelings on these events, and so move forwards with some clear answers to the lingering question of why?

The UK general 'snap' election, called by the PM also devastated and divided communities, families and friends. Although nobody died directly due to the election, it does not seem unreasonable to suggest that the two organized 'terror' attacks were somehow influenced by the timings of the atrocities, and, that it would seem to me to be the conservatives and right-wing who would benefit from such public insecurity following the attacks. Corbyn and Labour were openly attacked by opponents for being soft on security, and for wanting to negotiate rather than 'push the button'. Fortunately it seems that not all voters were tricked by fear into voting for the right. Corbyn and Labour made great gains in both votes, seats, and new membership, following the election.

The Grenfell tower fire will not be officially recognized as a 'terror' attack. However, based on the evidence building up, a combination of housing projects managers, landlords, MPs, and the PM herself, indirectly caused extreme terror and loss of life. The measure of how consciously they inflicted this terror remains to be quantified. In contrast with the certified 'terrorist attacks' only weeks before, we can begin to see how some people view government and state sponsored 'domestic' terrorism, by way of passing laws, removing free services and putting citizens at unnecessary risk (if they don't have enough money to pay for extra protection themselves).

For example, consider the drone strike, who is 'solely' responsible? those who designed built it, those who fly it, those who order the strike, those who do not speak out against it? They all played a role, but to try to figure out one individual, a scapegoat, for the larger layered complex of causation, becomes increasingly difficult in a world of technological automation. "it wasn't me, skynet did it!"

With the case of Grenfell Towers, i found a personal connection to the plight of the residents, and the local action groups calling for better safety measures, and getting consistently ignored by those who are supposed to listen and mediate the public will: MPs. I have experienced this with local government, and know many people who feel the same way. MPs have trouble listening or acting upon the will of the people, when it has regard to public infrastructure, and comes from the poorer classes.

We share the feeling that without a lobby group and a couple of million pounds it's very hard, nearly impossible to be heard, never mind actually change official policy or get what it is that you want e.g universal basic income, cap on tax loopholes for the super rich, a new swimming pool, clearer signage, legal medical and recreational cannabis)

Yes, the new digital 'clicktavism' works, and the internet can provide a way to bring up important questions, and ensure some points get a fair hearing in parliament. Plus, digital petitions can effect companies and individuals directly, when constructed well enough. Compared with trolling, however, digital petitions are but a drop in the ocean, out there in the big waves digital shit stirrers can now impact the minds of the people in ways both 'clicktavists' and politicians can only dream of.

Enter (the media) or better yet, the UK tabloid press, spearheaded by the wig three; The Sun, The Daily Mail and the Daily Express, and followed by a 'shatalogue' of publications and broadshits that get their kicks from churning up of the emotions, like a good poet, but in order to sell more shit, and/or influence your vote on behalf of the biggest donor, usually the 'Conservative and Unionist Party', based on all previous spending figures.

There is a hatred going around--and an undefinable counter-force made of love, understanding, knowledge and imagination--which disturbs me. A language of violence and retribution which i've only ever witnessed first hand in some movies and violent TV shows. A surge of people who once never even contemplated writing, now make pale threats and loud mouthed accusations, often racist, sexist, bigoted and always overly subjective, on social media platforms.

I am personally worried about this phenomena, and hope to draw attention to it, and open up a conversation. We need to talk about the far right. We need to talk about white privilege. We need to talk about race, identity, place and certitude. It's too easy to have fun together, a little chit chat, a shared picture here, and a nice tune there. Meanwhile underneath, hatred and venom brew. Perhaps Facebook is not the arena for this conversation. I envision something along the lines of a far-right rehabilitation zone. With the finest collection of comedians, neuroscientists, logicians, poets and public speakers that can roll with any punch thrown, and yet still never take oneself too seriously. To bring up the comic side, to balance with the trending tragic, and to sprinkle all with love light and laughter.

"It's up to you, cause, love's in need of love today, don't delay, send yours in right away, hate going around, breaking many hearts, stop me please, before it's gone to far."--Stevie Wonder, Love's In Need Of Love Today.


--Steve Fly

Amsterdam

16/06/2017

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'If you push that button, your ass gotta' go'

...what necessary force

to protect and serve

by pushing the big

button


those insecure

calling for more security

naturally "protect me

save me, oh mighty one,

say you'll keep us safe by

pushing the button'


we demand the three

minutes extra life

before we get hit back

on the rebound


equal with the nihilist

terrorist philosophy

'let's wipe em' all out

every last stinking one of em'

plus family and friends

wipe em' all off the map


Can you feel the flinch

of the people's trigger finger

quick to revenge slow to forgive

insecure shaved chimps

kicked through Primark

ready to push the button to

save Top Gear

'It's fucking end times

quick act' i hear em; scream

kill kill kill


It's not often that

a relatively honest bloke

becomes a politician, even

less often with a chance to

lead the country


I find myself

agreeing with the chorus

most of the time

'they're all the same,

they're all liars


But no

stop!

Corbyn seems honest

to me

smart, and a man who's

keep his word,

and experienced with world culture

knows how to make peace

through communication


He's a poet too

i ask, who was the last

Tory to have a conscience

capable of poetry?


'push the button'

what a wuss' they cheer

how about you pull the trigger

of a loaded gun pointed at an

infants face, or you're own

mother gets her throat cut and

head removed in front of you

and the infant?


the 'will you push the button'

metaphor for mass murder

typified the Tory fetish

for drama.


Cant be easy for a human

being with a soul still intact

to murder, that most sacrilegious act


and furthermore the passive

complacency of your

tacit support of arms deals

and not free school meals

makes me sick to my stomach


drone strikes and suicide

bombings are equally acts of

cowardice


what ever happened to

gentleman's combat

fencing, martial arts, chess?


from a relatively fair

hand to hand contest depending

on physical strength, skill

strategy and a sporting fair

play to pushing buttons and

literally swiping people off

the map


whatever happened to common decency?

since the gun and the bomb and

the nuclear chemical biological warfare

coupled with white washed language

of surgical strikes and precision bombing

the sickness

combat has become a cowards game

pushing buttons, like a modern DJ

no strings or skins or horns in sight

not trying to reason with words

or martial arts but

big powerful buttons that can kill

millions in one go

imagine the most brutal violent

scenes from a movie

with 1000's of warriors fighting

from a birds-eye view

can you imagine how many

shots stabs and slices it would take

to kill 500'000 men?

'push the button'

the new slogan of the insecure

the cowards who live in

fear of anybody not them


they would willingly cut off

their own nose to spite their

face


--Steve Fly, Oosterpark

Amsterdam, 18.00 03/06/2017

Cor Bin Yow (For Jeremy Corbyn)

Cor Bin Yow

oi you

its you

innit

cor bin yow

could it

to have bin yow

or not bin yow

to have run a mile

in another mons shoe

another you 

seems possible to 

me and a new you

too for true

cor bin yow

was it

core of bin yow

could it 

really

you there looking

at these letters

the core

the bin

the apple and the

trash

what

the core the apple

the bearded voice of

the people

not angry

comprehensive

the core of the apple

the pip and the

seed

thrown by the 

newsdogs

into the trash

core to bin

the apple of

discord hurled 

into the rubbish

rubbished by

newsprint

with the black

and bloody news

bullies

the fast food 

wrappers

and coke cans

the core sits

gleaming

who can lift the

great ball of light

a real man

a man of letters

books and poetry

in the heart

and marrow of the

matter mutter

the core

corbyn

the bin

news media 

politics and poetry

laughing buddha 

phallus with purple

octopus glyphs

pulse and speech

like a sun to a beach

all dune

and dusted

trashed against the

waves

the wave tongue

speaks

the waves are 

part of the process

the weaves a strand

of unity engineering

language to bind

bind the time and

space with the word

core of bin yow 

could it

just then

right there on the

beat

clawing out from

the trash

the trash of you

in the letter bin

you

defined in 26 litter

puzzle code 

on the air and eye dust

the feint

dew drops on the grass

tips and in that drop

a mini earth reflection

you

in there beyond the

word chains

pulled by giant man eating

dinosaurs

the newspuss

pressing delete on

culture

the core bin

stands in the park

rusty and covered in

graffiti

the glyphs depict

a new story 

untold

a tale of the sun and

moon

venus and the spaces

between us

and with a name

to come

the has bin

the is being

and the will bee

sting in the head

the subject

of these verses 

orbits and convoluted

feedback loops

in english

are driven by 

humanities

tears of oi

smiles of wake up

grab that pen and

enter an avant garden

of deletes

to unveil oneself

the yowness of being

the U in yuw

and the how in yow

the howness of being

corbeing

of all beings

perhaps straight down

the line

what

a straight talking

politician

only taking the chicane

when doing verse

or when verse 

is doing him

what the flock

of hummingbirds

is going on

turn on and drop

out into verse

and stand up and talk

straight when at the gate

of poly tricks

or

multiple tricks of the 

tongue and head

bypassing the heart

the raw business model

of political influence

conceited nations

conceited scholars

but the poets 

push out into the

human

universe

that rusty bin stood

in the park next to the bench

where workers can rest

or anybody who would 

like to sit

simple

a seat for all souls

the bardic park of 

lips and quiet 

whispers

where to gather thoughts

about what to say

next and how

in what context and

whichnotness

monster raving 

sanity speech

the headonistic 

imperative and the

statesmanship 

sailing in opposite

directions

meeting soon enough

after

a full rotation

after which both circum

navigate together

in sync

the journeyman

maverick explorer

seeking new

synthesis in the gutter

laboratory

of an old street

walked by liars

cheats bullies

and spies for the

crown

a new core 

after the meal

inside of which are the

codes and instructions

to grow another

pretty much identicle

tree

bee yowself

beehive yourself

pollinate

work together

make honey

sweet

cor bin yow

--Steve Fly Agaric 23. Bristol. Uk.