Sat in Vesuvius

Sat in Versuvio
On the bank of the river
I’ve never seen you so inward
I’ve never seen you so disabled

Like a plaster cast drowned in pumice
Like a face in the past in a photo of the past
Unreachable in the celluloid of yourself
I could snip out a mouth from the frame
And hope to hear words

I was in limbo
It was punishment for another’s crimes
But you maybe loved me
And could not deliver the right words
Or so it seemed

You will avoid me like a hole in the road
I will fill it up and you will dig it out
Just to avoid me again
Is the terror of a fear I have

I see visions of us together
In a better life
You bear the ruckus of your past
The rumble of a tombstone

Versuvio is an Italian restaurant in Limehouse, in Three Colt Street I think. Near the River Thames; quite an Italian area with many Italians to be heard singing from the windows of apartments. It quite makes me humble. I have fear of rejection syndrome even when the situation is fairly stable I can feel dire and the exuberant singing Italians don’t help 🙂

Media Control by Naom Chomsky

in Media Control by Noam Chomsky, in his intro to is little book, he counter poses two views of democracy, 1: that democracy has the public participate in its own affairs with free information, and 2: that they are barred from doing so with controlled information. He argues that it is the latter that prevails in our society. What do you think?

Counter poses means set in opposition to.

Media Control the spectacular achievements of propaganda. 2nd edition pub by seven stories press.

The population growth

When I wake up in the morning and at about 8-9 a.m. a terrific clanging, crashing and banging starts up from the nearby building site. I go out to the supermarket and it’s hard to get away from so many people. Every ten yards there’s another person representing another kind of lifestyle, from another kind of life. Bewilderment is a way of life. Here comes another tube train with hundreds of people, another bus with a dozens more people, another honking traffic jam. On the news a report of a car crash killing two people. How did they find that event statistically, in a London population of millions. And me, am I just a grape in a huge vineyard of the world, do I even matter? That’s a difficult question. Here are a few charts I have downloaded about population growth.

This is the population of London the top one shows the increase in numbers and the bottom one shows it as percentage, with the red line a decrease percentage and the green line as the growth percentage. When I moved to London in about 1979 population had been on the decrease and I well remember how quiet it was then.

So here is a map of European populations. The names of countries are in that countries language, I think it is only in England that a countries name is changed e.g. we call Deutschland Germany for some reason I don’t understand. Germany I mean Deutschland has the highest population which, I don’t know why, but it surprised me.

Lastly I found a simple world population chart. Notably going back to 10,000 BC – well who remembers that?

The answer to “Do I matter? (Do I put the question mark inside or outside the quotation marks, I always forget)” God willing, I do.

What do you think about all this?

you challenge the world

you challenge people to look at the world differently and this is what they do!

I often read this the nice statement in art books. this is an area of London with disused warehouses that at one point attracted a lot of artists.

now it has become a newer secondary financial and commercial area to the city of London.

like the religion that goes to a poor country to teach about Christ is often only the spearhead of an army. which a study of general history will show.