Trans-Pacific Partnership (TPP) and the Long Game: Today is a Good Day.
Posted by Kumiko Oumae on Tuesday, 06 October 2015 18:37.
Rich, White & Indifferent
Posted by DanielS on Monday, 05 October 2015 06:00.
Posted by DanielS on Sunday, 04 October 2015 16:01.
A surprisingly brazen assertion of their programmatic intent
Posted by DanielS on Saturday, 03 October 2015 22:32.
Where there is a Catholic “soul”, with its universalized will, there is a way.
Posted by DanielS on Saturday, 03 October 2015 16:27.
Ferdinand and Isabella Betrayed
Posted by DanielS on Saturday, 03 October 2015 05:55.
Gysi: normal Germans ‘Nazis’, death, replacement ‘fortunate.’ Dresden protests
Posted by DanielS on Friday, 02 October 2015 12:03.
Dresden, Germany Protests Migrant Invasion
Posted by DanielS on Friday, 02 October 2015 10:22.
Refugee crisis could cost Austria ‘billions’
Posted by Kumiko Oumae on Wednesday, 30 September 2015 13:49.
German conservatives seek minimum wage exceptions for refugees
Posted by Kumiko Oumae on Wednesday, 30 September 2015 13:24.
First of 1,000 technologically exorbitant rescue platforms to be launched Oct. 1
Posted by DanielS on Wednesday, 30 September 2015 03:30.
A Bridge too Near
Posted by Kumiko Oumae on Monday, 28 September 2015 17:03.
Poland, Katowice: anti-immigration protests
Posted by DanielS on Monday, 28 September 2015 11:56.
Baitul Futuh Mosque in London caught fire
Posted by DanielS on Sunday, 27 September 2015 15:57.
National Review gets punched on both sides of its face again.
Posted by Kumiko Oumae on Sunday, 27 September 2015 12:53.
Weev on the players and technological transformation of war
Posted by DanielS on Saturday, 26 September 2015 18:30.
A debate invitation addressed to the Traditional Youth Network
Posted by Kumiko Oumae on Saturday, 26 September 2015 17:54.
“Both blacks, Whites, do worse in integrated schools, but its worse for everyone to segregate” -?
Posted by DanielS on Saturday, 26 September 2015 05:08.
Lana: It’s all the fault of hippies ....eeew ...eeew
Posted by DanielS on Friday, 25 September 2015 09:45.
Le Pen faces charges for “inciting racial hatred”: YKW silence defense of ancient, native Europeans
Posted by DanielS on Wednesday, 23 September 2015 18:02.
E.U. votes to distribute 120,000 asylum seekers across Europe
Posted by DanielS on Wednesday, 23 September 2015 15:48.
Amassing & egregious misallocation of European financial, intellectual capital
Posted by DanielS on Wednesday, 23 September 2015 10:29.
Poznan, Poland Football Fans Protest Migrant Invasion
Posted by DanielS on Tuesday, 22 September 2015 18:01.
Now Introducing: The Islamic Clock Boy
Posted by Kumiko Oumae on Monday, 21 September 2015 23:56.
“Fascists” & “Antifascists”: Standard Memes Ignore Real Costs of Immigration & Multiculturalism
Posted by DanielS on Monday, 21 September 2015 17:55.
Urgent necessity to jettison anti-racism, to classify people, “other” them where mortal pattern
Posted by DanielS on Sunday, 20 September 2015 20:21.
Posted by Guessedworker on Sunday, 20 September 2015 17:57.
Hungary seizes migrant train from Croatia, disarms Croatian police, arrests migrants
Posted by Kumiko Oumae on Sunday, 20 September 2015 09:09.
Croatia shows: It Can Be Done
Posted by DanielS on Sunday, 20 September 2015 08:17.
Jews, fetuses and Reagan
Posted by DanielS on Friday, 18 September 2015 08:10.
End of the Schengen?
Posted by DanielS on Friday, 18 September 2015 07:31.
Majorityrights Central > Category: The Arts & Design
The publicity machine for Angelina Jolie’s directorial debut, In the Land of Blood and Honey, has cranked into gear. The line is that this love story across the ethnic and religious divide of the Bosnian war is stirring passions among those who lived through its three pitiless years.
A commenter on the (at present, very short) thread writes:
There is a sense in which the appreciation of the Serb role in the conflict as “no-good guys” but also as victims marks the break-down of the Establishment narrative. Jolie is still telling it, of course, and she will win all the usual plaudits and probably an Oscar or two. Coincidentally, another false narrative had an airing on BBC2 this evening. But the “evil Serb” may not prove as enduring as the “evil Nazi”, and one small light on that may be thrown by the Telegraph comment thread. So far, it’s hearteningly balanced. I shall watch it with interest.
a sonnet by Alexander Baron
Tear down a forest, pulp its wood to print,
So begins a recent Telegraph piece by the pianist Stephen Hough on a (then) forthcoming performance by Paul Lewis of Beethoven’s fifth piano concerto, The Emporer, which closed his series of Proms performances of all five concertos.
“Rumination in freedom” has been part of our musical tradition for centuries. I would like to think that there is a reason for this, that our beguilement by, and openness to, the freedom of the emotions which these special passages afford has its roots in our psychology, and the roots runs deep. Where they ought to run, of course, is to a kind of permanent interest in standing against the external enforcement of rule and order. For that is our heritage as stubbornly independent and, I think, particularly northern Europeans, and its something that we, as nationalists thinking at the collective level, have to incorporate in our ideas and not attempt to disavow.
By David Hamilton
An entry for the 2003 Turner Prize was a sculpture depicting bodies being picked at by maggots. Entitled “Sex”, it was by Jake and Dinos Chapman, who duly made the headlines as the most shocking nominees.
Maggots feeding off a body is a fitting out picture of contemporary artists. They are corrupt, degraded, unimaginative and parasitic as they feed off our great artistic traditions and try to destroy them. Their aim is to destroy our values and something that gives meaning to our lives. Is a urinal, say, an artistic subject? No, it is intrinsically unartistic, even though it might have pleasing curves, and to write about it as such does not make it artistic but conceptually separates artistic form from subject
Contemporary art is not really art at all and should be called something else. But it is a financial asset for the global elites who buy and sell it and run the Arts Councils that manage artistic creativity.
Sotheby’s contemporary art auction in July 2008 raised more than $1 billion which shows how the global elites are investing in art regardless of economic predictions. Their evening contemporary art sale raised 95 million pounds ($189 million), the highest total for a summer contemporary auction held in Europe and just below the overall regional record set in February. Francis Bacon’s “Study for Head of George Dyer”, the artist’s lover, fetched $27.4 million, including commission; Jean-Michel Basquiat’s “Untitled”, was sold by rock band U2 for $10.1 million. Competitors Christie’s sold art worth $172 million at its sale. Only the less important Sotheby’s contemporary day sale is left and the two main auctioneers have sold works worth just over $1 billion during the summer season, which includes impressionist, modern, post-war and contemporary art. Christie’s raised around $552 million and Sotheby’s about $449 million so far.
Senior executives are confidant that the art market will sustain soaring values in spite of falling stocks and house prices with rising oil costs. Russian elites have been a big factor in booming art sales, there is worry they may inflate impressionist prices in the same way Japanese money did around 20 years ago then disappeared causing the market to crash.
They don’t make big budget films about the far right in Britain. In fact, it’s rare for any film to be made about it. But one was made last year based on the personal experiences of its director, Shane Meadows. These are my impressions of it.
IT’S 1983, the first day of the school summer holidays. We open with a couple of minutes of genuine archive footage. Mrs Thatcher appears, tearful crowds see the Falklands fleet out of harbour, then follow shots from some inane TV show – not really a contrast, as all these scenes are part of the same “spectacle”. Next come some disturbing shots of dead and wounded soldiers being hurriedly ferried away from a Falklands battlefield, and it’s these last that implicitly form a backdrop for the film itself.
Shaun, played by Thomas Turgoose, is a severely undersized 13-year-old North-country boy (the scene-setting is reminiscent of that in Ken Loach’s Kes). He has lost his father in the Falklands War. His mum (Jo Hartley) just doesn’t possess the inner resources to help him get over it, and he’s scoffed at and bullied at school.
One day he’s befriended by a gang of older kids - rather patronisingly, perhaps they want him as a mascot. They are punk/skinhead types, not political, indeed on the verge of criminality. Membership of the gang (which has one black member, a friendly and gentle boy called “Milky”) takes Shaun out of himself. The boys play fantasy/hunting games in derelict buildings: - a waste of time perhaps, but now Shaun feels that he’s needed and has a purpose.
But then an older member named Combo (Stephen Graham), whom we haven’t met before, rejoins the gang. He’s been in prison, manfully taking the rap, it seems, for one of the other members. He quickly re-establishes himself as the feared leader, and preaches a programme of white supremacy. A pivotal moment in the film has been reached, and the mood of the action changes.
Where has the joyous beat of the heart gone?
In the veinless, bloodless, joyless machine,
Illusion of our time.
Like a sunless gothic cathedral among the skyscrapers,
Without its chime - lost in the yawning heights of time.
Divine heart, you have slept too long in your primeval grave,
Waiting for the thunder to wake you up in your deep sleep!
But all that clamour couldn’t move you
You were falling deeper in your dream.
Until in the darkest darkness of my human heart,
I dreamt of the mysterious sun-ray that has come to wake you up,
Before the delightful dawn of time –from the coldest depths of
Unknown Life; from forgotten timeless spheres,
As soft as the white flower petals in warm summer nights
Comes the unknown delight!
The lost feeling - the old Eros; reborn out of time immemorial,
Deeper and warmer than all those passionate fires of cold modernity.
The poem I reproduce below was penned by a schoolgirl, Rebecca Sullivan as a (probably rather tiresome) homework assignment. Her subject matter was Remembrance Day: the 11th of the 11th. To continue with the BBC News report:-
Here then, with apologies for any excessive lugubriousness, is the poem - which I found myself forced to read from a slightly different but no less poignant perspective.
They lie there in their thousands
She stands there alone
She finds what she seeks