Sunday night bbc r3 from 19:30 GMT I was utterly enthralled with this play. A most creditable presentation, all players to be commended and most perfectly produced and paced. Intelligent, alive, vital.
The original work and here its modern day production a trove of talent and intelligence.
I would normally never cope with / tolerate / be bothered with an hour long vid but this treatment is most worthwhile. Its a good vid and needs to be required viewing for many many people on this planet.
For instance telling us…
… 03:35 Arctic temp rise is now six times faster than global average not times two as per outdated IPCC presentations.
… of the ‘stiffs’ at the IPCC I mean non-functioning bods (it was a charade actually) that as we are told are twenty years behind the times ie current thinking at 05:20
IPCC = a misleading impression. These two men will tell you the IPCC is laughable, a joke amongst the Climate Community. Twenty years behind the time.
*What I’ll do in the next day or so is work up the salient points into a buletted list, hour long vids as much as they are welcomed are difficult to fit in to my schedule and need to get lots done.
What can we do about general media, Fox News and other such unthinking yet biased populist nonsense? Realise that my own interest of chemtrails has been so entangled unfortunately deliberately with nonsense theories that its v difficult to get the average person to take on board that aircraft trails in the sky warrant a suspicious eye. For newbies : some trails stay around and haze yet oldtime conventional trails merely evaporate, turn to nothing. So what is going on when we get hazy obscured skies ? Please think, please question.
Fox are clever, they medicate their product with a reinforcing populist viewpoint that is engineered / premeditated to draw viewers to their bosom. Its all agenda, increasingly is so, to be on message, to promote a viewpoint. Choice is often now not to learn but to receive reinforcemnt of ones own viewpoint. Retro retarded bigots just love it …..
Rates of change and alterations are expotential, ie not a linear response. This is the quite frightening interconnectedness of the climate system on the planet ie jet stream, arctic temperature, water temps and movements and leads to methane release which will sky rocket the whole system onto another more horrible level. My loose terms here are intentional using ‘horrible’ meaning theres nothing we can do, the numbers self reinforce and all egg each other on into an unknown scenario ad infinitum. Think of crop failure, altered rain pattern, the limit of human sufferance due to heat (hence trump and his need of a wall indicating he does recognise climate change) … loss of human cognisance, reasoning and will, unable to function … or question.
The problems we now face are beyond anything we could ever have imagined fifty years ago or have contemplated would ever have to be grappled with in any ‘modern’ society. As if by our modernity we are above such things. But it is precisely our so-called twentieth / twenty first century modernity that has brought about such things ie the burning of fossil fuels. So God we can assume never meant for use to insist we all have a pick-up or an SUV or jet around on holidays and timeshares and family villas in other countries. God I mean as the final arbiter, the sense of knowing we are fckd.
Its like being in class, no-one individually wants to sit upright or exercise endless silence during lesson BUT as a corpus a body we must. I’m not at all sure we’ll get out of this, its do-able but means a step back two (or three) generations in comfort and convenience. We now have the ‘me’ and the ‘I want’ mindset, particularly among those with a little bit of financial advantage. How shall we wean them from their burgers? Or more specifically – you can only eat what you grow yourself !!! This would mean our ancient ancestors were so much cleverer than ourselves. Yes we have dumbed own. Imagine, instead of ‘all you can eat for $10’ we changed to ‘all you can eat in 12 months’ of horticultural activity. We wld be lithe, slim, alert.
Seriously though, these now are problems beyond anything we have encountered previously.
Its a new urgency. And therefore bullshitters the like of trump need to be put in their place.
Ancient man would look down at us and think … ‘He cannot catch his own dinner’
… or that we cannot make our own tools.
We would be a laughing stock as the term goes.
Yet we think we are so slick, so modern on our keyboards and buttons. And yet know nothing of what far brighter and wider minds have left to us on the printed page from decades and centuries in the past, of art, architecture, engineering and how things are made. These last two decades have seen the loss of so much human achievement, silicon and the electron have put paid to that ! And yes, accessibility is wonderful, but also there is a slower more human dimension we are losing, particularly younger people need to re-set their priorities, their values; they never will. In some ways they ‘undersell themselves’. So little is transferred from generation to generation, as if they are mocking their parents, their ancestry.
postscript … How lucky I was growing up, skilled working class household, ended up at a quite remote off the beaten track village but with some books, encyclopedias, workshop full of tools and garden front and back, decent countryside, stunning coastline. My Dad was a practical man I am glad to say and going out into the remoter parts of the county at weekends for his job gave me a view I’d never have achieved otherwise. With a clever Auntie (who made the effort to correct a late reader, school much like the GPs ie blind to my situation) and a grandmother who was a wonderful cook and generally of high standards. My Dad was the right man for me, grounded, intolerant of pretence and silliness; praise was scant but he expected a manly authentic effort. So basically I was self reliant at occupying myself and achieved lots by age eighteen which is when he died if cancer and the house sold and me into digs; which actually wasn’t all bad, I could get the bus into the local city and visit bookshops! One thing that has taken me forty years to realise is that I should have actually taken my so-called mother to Court; she always did tell me she wished she never had me or that I should / could be put into a home, likewise forty years to realise she would not say that in front of my Dad. I should have told him.
I’m baffled when I visit a house and books are not to hand, I was always dipping into the fantastically illustrated Caxton Encyclopedias of the late sixties and seeing the best of World Art (still do occasionally) … this is what bugs me about the web, the paucity ie lack of new and interesting images and knowledge that is served to me. I have to go seek it. Viewing the web through our little pinhole is not all its cracked up to be, too much is ephemeral, too little of what has stood the test of time. Kids today are blind to so much, as young adults can barely use their hands, struggling like infants.
For years a remaindered bookshop was my main source, latterly a couple of charity shops are useful hunting grounds for £1 gems. I even spent £50 on a dozen Time Life boxed sets of classical recordings, merely to get the notes and booklets that accompanied them, photographs I’d never seen and playlists of the best; to own them as objects.
Not as some clever trick to deceive but as works of artistic creation of what we ourselves possibly could never devise, visit or speculate upon; the work of talented and clever people than ourselves, of adepts. To provide a reprise from the idiocy of a nasty windbag known as donald; as with an irritating teenager he wastes the time of the grown ups.
Art and books associated thereof, I mean to be able to see back into times past, spanning generations and witness ideas developed from cleverer people than we ourselves, to see how they created and recorded beauty. Blimey, that IS INDEED a staggering statement, creating beauty …. something few individuals are capable of particularly nowadays; kids finish school and many are clueless with their hands, their minds or mouths. Rhetoric one of the most valuable subjects to command as a citizen is reserved for the privately educated.
Art can be a snapshot, a time capsule, can contain great beauty, warmth, human love and virtue, or alert us to problems and why should it be crowded out because of tv, texts and twitter and other such junk?
So where does Art count in our so-called ‘modern’ lives?
Why is it so few people use Art Books to connect with a wider world and pantheon of human endeavour they are ignorant of ? We must include books on archaeological finds, of ancient artefacts, for a hundred thousand years all that remain are tools of flint to tell us how we occupied ourselves, of more recently in a mere tenth of that timespan the hidden ancient hearth, the buried cremation urn. I often wonder at how we interacted, the bonds, the human feeling empathy and communication in those distant days. Useful idea for some role play. To perhaps assume the role of the out of family visitor, stumbling upon an established camp.
In many ways and sadly now due to our sucking upon the papp of the much lauded information superhighway we have denuded ourselves of so much of human accomplishment; as if becoming the donald j trumps of culture ie seeing and knowing so little, existing merely in the here and now and kidding ourselves we know it all. The web should (and can) allow us access to an array of clever and talented minds.
That is a most ravishing image. If it does not sing to your mind and your heart then indeed you are dull.
Below reminds me so much of a favourite place, a now deserted coaching stop from 150 years ago.
In a mad fancy of accomplishment I would think that in my last twenty years were I to capture such beauty and interest with ‘simple’ brushstrokes then it would be time well spent and probably best spent. I have my work which is ongoing but also need recreation less energetic than walking miles with my dog. Years ago I would often visualise and work out how to capture cloudscape, distant horizons, thinking of toned grounds, overlays, colour or warmth. My problem is that I can only paint when I’ve had a drink, or maybe need convincing something worthwhile will result from sober effort. Perhaps if I paint with the intention of conciously keeping it all private it will free me up to make me ‘go for it’. In all my travels in all the pastoral settings I can honestly say I have never once encountered an artist or enthusiast of merit wanting to lay down on paper the form, tones, beauty displayed to them, not one person out of doors enthusing of their activity. Maybe I should? I dunno. Realise too that Lowrys work often mostly is a low-cost set of negatives from Boots; look closely. That explains it all, my own insight.
If we are on David Cox then we have to see the famous one…..
whoops to follow as somehow unfindable ….
My idiocy, i had forgotten its Cotman I need to ask for!
I think I need to go looking for specific books for them both!
Its a bit like the contracted term ‘poetry’ or ‘books’, what we really mean is all that is contained therein ie viewpoint, experience, memory, mindset, knowledge, a way of seeing; so thank goodness for Art, the nourishing kind. I wonder of todays activities of installation, performance and often are grant aided events and as how they will be regarded as of any merit (whatsoever) in one hundred years from now (when possibly we have ceased to exist as a species anyway).