I’m not in the Socialist Equality Party, hosts of WSWS, and while I respect that entity, have a few bones of contention with its worldview. But if you think Trotskyist groups necessarily reductive in their approach to the arts, think … Read More »
Steel city scribblings is back in the steel city, after nigh on five years in Nottingham. Its news room, control panel and nerve centre is sited in the attic of our typically Sheffield – two-up, two-down with an attic – … Read More »
A week ago I posted on Latin America’s (and more generally the global south’s) defiance of “the international community” over Ukraine. The international community as endlessly invoked by ‘our’ media It generated a response from – it’s possible this isn’t … Read More »
Few alive today in the West have experienced destitution. Yes, baby boomers raised on working class streets knew the haunted look of mothers with too much week and too little money. I recall – I’d be seven or eight – … Read More »
I’d been an hour on the island when Britain’s largest bird of prey flew over my head. Despite the gravity of my situation, I just had to share with the only person I could. Excuse me! I’ve just seen a … Read More »
A good friend emailed apropos my most recent post, two reads on media propaganda. The reads in question were by Caitlin Johnstone and Media Lens, and my friend wrote that: [Caitlin’s] explanation of how we become indoctrinated makes me feel … Read More »
I’m back from eight days rubber tramping Britain’s south coast, taking in the Somerset Levels, New Forest, South Downs, Dungeness and Thanet … gnocchi and pesto for supper at Pulborough Brooks Nature Reserve, West Sussex … having spent the beginning … Read More »
I know of no one alive who can hold a candle to Caitlin Johnstone as a warrior for truth. Big hearted and witheringly intelligent, her words cut through the crap and the cant with unfailing accuracy. Take today’s offering from … Read More »
One of mine? I wish! In photography as in life, the two greatest obstacles to excellence are cowardice and indolence. Given a minimal level of technical competence – focusing precision, and the ability to control light through the exposure variables … Read More »
It’s that time of year. Yesterday my friends Heather … … Tebay … … and I motored out to Strelley, tucked between Ilkeston and DH Lawrenceland to the west, Nottingham to the east. Taking an unmetalled road that leaps the … Read More »