Glasgow’s anti-immigration protests: scapegoating, history and the fight for working-class solidarity
Radical Poems, Songs ,Satire ,Links ,debate. Please comment on Poems and suggest links etc.To suggest Poems,poets, sites etc email: radicalrraps64@hotmail.co.uk No Postmodern absentee Poetry here please. Access all my Poems here:http://www.scribd.com/doc/91518531/Poetry-for-Book-April-2012
Sunday, 25 October 2026
Who belongs to Glasgow ?
Thursday, 18 July 2024
A collection of some of my writing over the years
The Document (Photography)
https://www.workersliberty.org/story/2017-07-26/document
The Power of Documentary Film
https://www.workersliberty.org/story/2017-07-26/power-documentary-film
Robert Burns
https://www.workersliberty.org/story/2009/02/21/robert-burns-anniversary-mans-man-athat
William Blake
https://www.workersliberty.org/story/2017-07-26/william-blake-paradise-hard-way
Political Song in America
https://www.workersliberty.org/story/2014/02/09/political-song-america-thirties-and-sixties
Dylan's Sixties protest songs revisited
https://www.workersliberty.org/story/2011/05/15/dylan-70-his-1960s-protest-songs-revisited
The Story of the Blues ( a short history in six parts )
https://www.workersliberty.org/story/2008/01/25/story-blues
Sex, prison, law, and racism in the blues
https://www.workersliberty.org/story/2008/02/09/sex-prison-law-and-racism-blue
Migration Blues
https://www.workersliberty.org/story/2008/02/22/migration-blues
Post -War Blues
https://www.workersliberty.org/story/2008/04/14/early-post-war-blues
Blues in the Sixties and Seventies
https://www.workersliberty.org/story/2008/04/24/blues-1960s-and-1970s
Blues after the Seventies
https://www.workersliberty.org/story/2008/06/06/recent-years
Bertlold Brecht
https://www.workersliberty.org/story/2010/04/16/was-brecht-misogynist-and-fraudster
Saturday, 30 March 2024
World War Z ?
Saturday, 2 November 2019
Blues fallin’ down like hail
red lipped smiling Coca Cola girl gazes down twelve feet high
Thermometers running for the woods to cool off
decaying branches to the Sun
The MissiisipI calmly gazes on murmuring to itself
its great paddles filling the sky with black froth
Cathedral like smoke furnaces breath dragon like flares across midnight waters gliding like a swift heavenly chariot
gapped scales German toy plays glissen foxhunting howls
locomotive wails blaring trumpet notes
Railroad gang rhythmic hammering
Parchmont farm wooing the Governor in
a ubiquitous apartheid stench
at Saturday night Hootenaneys
'In the Land where Blues Began'
Thursday, 3 November 2016
Shelley- the Peoples’ Poet
That which is slavery is, too well -
For its very name has grown
To an echo of your own.'
'
What
are thou Freedom? O! could slaves
Answer from their living graves This demand - tyrants would flee Like a dream's dim imagery:' |
|||||
'Thou
art not, as imposters say,
A shadow soon to pass away, A superstition, and a name Echoing from the cave of Fame.' |
|||||
'For
the labourer thou art bread,
And a comely table spread From his daily labour come In a neat and happy home.' |
|||||
'Thou
art clothes, and fire, and food
For the trampled multitude - No - in countries that are free Such starvation cannot be As in England now we see.' |
|||||
Prometheus Unbound is a play that represents a vision of the future without tyrants. It is Shelley's response to a French revolution gone wrong and perhaps the piece of work that best reveals his politics , values and ideals. He states his intentions in the Preface:
"My purpose has hitherto been simply to familiarize the highly refined imagination of the more select classes of poetical readers with beautiful idealisms of moral excellence; aware that, until the mind can love, and admire, and trust, and hope, and endure, reasoned principles of moral conduct are seeds cast upon the highway of life which the unconscious passenger tramples into dust, although they would bear the harvest of his happiness."
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;
Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;
This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be
Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.
The beautiful game sold off: capital, power and the Manchester City verdict
The beautiful game sold off: capital, power and the Manchester City verdict In late September 2026 an independent commission found Manches...
-
February Afternoon By Edward Thomas Men heard this roar of parleying starlings, saw, A thousand years ago even as now, Black rooks with whit...
-
Jealousy I put out my hand and plucked a rose, A red satin rose with a velvet scent, And chaliced its loveliness in reverent palms, Knowing ...
-
A man who views the world the same at fifty as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life. Muhammad Ali A rooster crows only when ...