After Slumber (x)

December 2nd, 2009

EDUCATION – scored in triplicate -
meaning wage-elevation through sponsored
cramming, telegraphically assessed
by barcode reader. What distills attainment
from accomplishment? Must we enhance
our bride-price by attending typing school?
Brave of you to bunk off and go marching:
I wouldn’t have; wrote poems in free periods
instead, or bandied gay rights with the C.
U., citing celibates’ vocation.
Those who can’t, make policy. Enframe
teen heroine in sketch of cordoned dust-up -
defence claims schoolgirl rioters hormonal,
depraved by music, possibly heartbroken.

Christmas Carols in Java

November 30th, 2009
public abstract class Tree implements Comparable<Tree> {

    public int compareTo(Tree that) {
        if (this instanceof Holly) {
            if (that instanceof Holly) {
                return 0;
            } else {
                return 1;
            }
        } else if (that instanceof Holly)
            return -1;
        } else {
            return 0; // All other trees are equal, as per noble law
        }
    }
}

Norms and commitments

November 24th, 2009

Interesting post from Pete of Deontologistics on rationality as norm and commitment, and the disarticulation of the domain of norms from that of human animality. The crux here seems to be that “man” is not in himself a normal animal: normative accounts of human being are best taken as descriptions of the commitments we make to ourselves and others as preconditions for various kinds of social being, and the capacity to bear such norms is rather haphazardly instantiated in our animal selfhood.

This split between the normed human being and the ab-normal human animal plays out in Badiou, for example, as a tension between the “de-subjectivising” pull of egoic self-interest and the possibility of constructing a political “subject” which affirms (or “verifies”) egalitarian norms. But there’s a problem here: egoic self-interest is arguably also a normed expression of human being – neo-liberalism explicitly affirms it as a norm, as a precondition for higher forms of social organisation (e.g. those based on competitive markets). The conflict between Badiou’s ethical “good” (tenacity in the construction of truths) and “evil” (de-subjectivation, the saggy victory of the flesh) can be seen as a conflict between rival normative commitments rather than between committed and uncommitted being as such. What Rowan Williams calls the “false anthropology” of neo-liberalism does not merely declare, in social Darwinist fashion, that human beings are intrinsically self-seeking creatures: it also goes to considerable lengths to modify the “soul” of society (its basic normative commitments and symbolic co-ordinates) so that individuals will perceive this to be their true nature and act accordingly.

We’re used to hearing it asserted that when someone talks about “human nature” they are “naturalising” or “ontologising” a set of norms which underpin a particular mode of human social being, in order to secure some aspect of social organisation which is threatened or undermined by putatively “deviant” behaviour. Gender norms are an obvious example of this: there’s a tug-of-war between “stabilising” and “destabilising” forces with respect to binary gender and the institutions it supports, and the leftist critique of those institutions (marriage, the nuclear family and so on) has tended to ally itself with those aspects of human animality which make trouble for heteronormativity. (This can get a bit morbid, and risks inflating the political significance of fairly trivial impulses, when what’s really at stake is property relations, same as always).

It would be naive, for instance, to suppose that the Christian Right in the US doesn’t know that heteronormativity defines a set of commitments rather than providing an accurate map of the chambers of the human heart: they’re acutely conscious of the possibility that human animals, following their own inclinations, will renege on (or withhold assent from) those commitments, which is why they’re so concerned to hedge them about with punitive and obscurantist forms of deterrance. The fact is that they regard their image of sexual fulfilment as representing a form of  (divine) will, as being one (fairly fundamental) aspect of an overall plan for human earthly existence, rather than a “natural” state of affairs.

Faced with this kind of “divine plan” conception of heteronormativity, which is tied in to an explicitly politico-theological programme, the assertion that gender norms are not ontologically grounded has less polemical force than it’s often credited with. Increasingly I think this is true of the neo-liberal framing of the human image as well: in place of serious belief in “Thatcherite individualism” as an accurate portrait of our best and truest selves, there is now a kind of fetishist disavowal: we all know that people (well, non-psychopaths anyway) are actually pretty uncomfortable with self-seeking profit-maximisation in ruthless competition with all around them, that nobody much likes the idea of being “motivated” by bonuses and management-set attainment targets as opposed to pride and interest in their work, that we are all caught up in a complex web of material and affective interdependencies and so on, and yet we persist in honouring a normative conception of economic rationality whose sole purpose is to condition us to be good participants in systems modelled as market simulacra. What is needed here is not less belief in the ontological reality of such norms, but more acting according to different norms.

How to replace a broken string

November 21st, 2009

Dulcet Tones

November 19th, 2009

Me being interviewed about Cold World by Alastair Kemp, for Radio Reverb. The interview was conducted out of doors, round the back of LSO St Luke’s during my lunch hour…

Bit of Stanford

November 15th, 2009

(well, it is Sunday afternoon…)

Beati Quorum Via (1905)

The Blue Bird

(I can’t quite separate this in my mind from the stupendously strange 1976 film based on the Maeterlinck story, but as far as I know it’s nothing to do with Maeterlinck – the text, by Mary Coleridge, is this:

The lake lay blue below the hill,
O’er it, as I looked, there flew
Across the waters, cold and still,
A bird whose wings were palest blue.

The sky above was blue at last,
The sky beneath me blue in blue,
A moment, ere the bird had passed,
It caught his image as he flew.

Who needs Malevich, eh?)

Electronically-processed noodling, at appalling length

November 14th, 2009

I appreciate this kind of thing is old hat by now, but here’s my stab at it anyway:

Glitches2

Glosses

November 9th, 2009

I’ll be running initially to catch up with myself, but the plan from now on is to accompany each After Slumber poem with a short prose piece detailing the background, explaining the references and so on. This may help to make the poems themselves somewhat more intelligible. Douglas Oliver used a similar approach in An Island That Is All The World to unfold the contexts of his poems and develop a line of thinking that ran alongside them.

I’m also now intending that there should be 91 poems in total – one for each verse of The Masque of Anarchy. It’s quite possible I’ll run out of steam before I get there, but if I don’t this will add up to a small volume of poetry and prose on the themes of public (and private) disorder and the plutocratic anarchy of the past three decades. We’ll see. It might turn into something totally different by the end…

After Slumber (ix)

November 9th, 2009

FROZEN TO THE CORE, to synthesized
accompaniment, algorithmic ice-crystals
swarming in the air. The lyric plays
both ways, wins over the stop-whining crowd
whilst spoofing aspiration. Formally
we’re trapped, wherever; substitution
feigns mobility in stasis, like a sliding
block-puzzle, shunting the empty square
from place to place. Hard to imagine
this as a hit: what were the punters thinking?
A DEAL WITH GOD the best you can make out for
unless young-moneyed, darling of the age:
no pact or reason possible with anarchy-
the-skeleton dancing in our worthless hides.

* * *

I am compiling a dictionary of phrases quoted in these poems – the first here is from “Wouldn’t it be good” by Nick Kershaw, the second from “Running up that hill” by Kate Bush: both songs about wanting to change places, to exchange miseries or ecstasies with another – a trope that seemed to have a particular resonance at the time.

Improvisation on a Theme of Anne Briggs

November 8th, 2009

Going for the obvious

November 3rd, 2009

dysphoric

Dum dum-de dum

November 3rd, 2009

RIP Claude Levi-Strauss.

After Slumber (viii)

November 2nd, 2009

TO SERFDOM. To the disembodied claw,
iron pincer of adjustment; to another
glorious four years of being all -
right – Jack. To freedom in a single bound.
To furious pedalling into gale-force wind.
To dereliction: to becoming one
of us by slow deregulation, sloughing
conscience as you near the brimming trough.
To dying of ignorance. To token resistance.
To your constituents, ungrateful rabble
though they may be. To the camera, inert
force-multiplier; to the tooled-up Met,
their horses shamming injury. To cancer,
wild obsolescence, at unheard-of length.

Courting Is A Pleasure

October 31st, 2009

Very simple arrangement in EADEAE:

After Slumber (vii)

October 27th, 2009

WHAT’S THE STORY – where’s your leverage?
Lift up the bonnet to inspect the single
inscrutable fused block, etched with sigils
of unknown derivation. Fetch NECRONOMICON.
Recite Black-Scholes to balance vital fluids;
get chariot of Pluto back on track
for lap of honour. Driver looks famished though.
Join us on winners’ podium for ritual
champagne supernova, end-of-history
commiserations. Hey – what bonehead summoned
GOAT WITH A THOUSAND YOUNG? Transmission ends
in sudden indecipherable static,
which may well be a mercy. Final frame
shows unfleshed mascot swiping victor’s crown.

After Slumber (vi)

October 26th, 2009

AS I WAS SAYING – best laugh of your career,
but no chance of resuming former service,
socialist largesse with its wallet full
of herring-vouchers. LA LOTTA CONTINUA.
Docklands now docking station for alien
vanguard, lizard-people with borrowed skin -
Timelord intervention pencilled in
for yesterday. Neutralise anti-semitic
odour in script workshop. Integrate
regeneration plotline: make him over
as young creative, space-hopping freelancer.
LONDON, CAN YOU WAIT? Hymenochirus
curtipes infestation traced to source:
rogue breeder trading in captivity.

Reynardine

October 24th, 2009

After Slumber (v)

October 23rd, 2009

OUR FALKLANDS, little cared-for, moved quiet
Lambeth to contrite rebellion -
to unrejoicing, which was not forgiven.
If there is genius in the English church, it is
for trenchant subtlety, fixing the halting
point of equivocation. LET ME HEAR
BOTH SIDES. No comment possible from F. U.,
being both fictional and dead; as you too,
Baroness, may be when I am finished.
Let Chingford have his snarl. Give Blaby
back his bottle. Thenford may holler.
Opposition cat-calls indiscernible
over background roar of vertical take-off,
weaponised finance reaching for the skies.

* * *

I’ve just realised why the Fatima Mansions’ “Mr Baby” is so titled. (Blaby is where Nigel Lawson has his peerage). I may now have achieved a long-held ambition: to write poetry that rivals Cathal Coughlan’s lyrics for obliquity…

To save you looking them up: Chingford is Tebbit (as is probably well known); Thenford is Heseltine. “Our Falklands” is a phrase uttered by Francis Urquhart in the television series The Final Cut.

A Sign Of Human Failure

October 23rd, 2009

Robert Runcie’s 1982 Falklands sermon in full.

After Slumber (iv)

October 21st, 2009

NO MYSTERY in street-apocalypse,
sweet rout of Babylon. Where fat oppression
squats, upheaving force accumulates,
enrighteousing in anger. There you are also
matching your tempo to the hot blood’s pulse,
accountable in every measure. STEADY ON.
What language is this? I transliterate
and lose everything: there’s no future
in pentameter. DISPOSITION TOWARDS VIOLENT
PROTEST being noted, take MacPherson’s
officialese to name its own inertia:
stolid without granting purchase, nebulous
yet ill-affording grace – CONSIDERATION
OF SIMILAR INITIATIVES shelved for the duration.