How Different Countries View War

FILM - Come and See (1985) - Tribunnewswiki.com

Andrei Martyanov (SmoothieX12 on Youtube) cites the movie Come and See when he explains in the second part of a post called Economics of Military Industrial Complexes in Russia and US how the Russians conceive of war and how the US conceives of it.

A week ago, as I was watching The Professionals with growing admiration for its writer Richard Brookes, it struck me that the ultimate crystallisation of portraiture where America and Americans is concerned is the Western. The genre provides, more than the thriller, which has its roots in the policier of French cinema, a cheap-enough stage (desert being the most of what it needs) for a minimalised, ruggedly pastoral version of America’s tragedies, farces and  subterfuges to find expression. Brookes has been compared to Chekhov.

There’s a gang of vets from some war or another. There’s a deal. Authority is a long way away, and in this case Burt Lancaster and Lee Marvin have long since parted with authority. Woody Strode and Robert Ryan back them up. They are all into the deal for the money. Strode is black. A tracker. Ryan is a bronco buster. The logistics of keeping their horses alive is essential to the trek the deal entails. So they are a mixed bunch.

There’s a client. For the money their allegiance is to him. For the gang, violence is expeditionary – they have fought for Mexican revolutionaries – more for the adventure than for the cause of independence. And this holds true for most US military initiatives. They are not fighting for the survival of their families. Essentially they are mercenaries. And the desert backdrop could be replaced by a swamp. A swamp of deals, clients and gangs.

So in terms of genres – America might be epitomised by the Western, France by the policier, Britain by historical costume drama and Russia by the war movie.

Of these Come and See is perhaps one of the most powerful – it shows how, for the Russians, war is conceived as existential rather than expeditionary – the Russian is fighting for the actual survival of his or her family, fighting against occupation and ethnic cleansing. Patriotism is born out of necessity.

Netflix has just brought out a German view of war – All Quiet on the Western Front – after the best-selling novel by Erich Maria Remarque – and here war is seen as entrapment by patriotism.

It also shows us the sheer horror, the humiliating brutality of defeat. This too is a powerful film – and I find it interesting how a book recently published by Grey Suit Editions UK – The Cross of Carl by Walter Owen, a halucinatory evocation – arrives at an expression of the same sense of war as terrifying and grotesque.

Britain’s war films abound in tales of “derring do”, suspense and tension and spies – in the spirit of the SAS or MI6 – and of course, if nostalgically now, the navy.

The Dam Busters, Above us the Waves

and Carve her Name with Pride demonstrate these values.

And America? Well, if we want to be up-to-date, it has to be Top Gun Maverick 2022. Nuff said.

Come and See can be watched for free on Youtube.

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The Canoe

A story by David Plante

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Luke Howard – Namer of Clouds – 250th anniversary

James McBey, View of Dunkirk

Tottenham is celebrating Luke Howard

The father of meteorology!

Here is a link to the exhibitions page at The Room

CLOUD FORMS

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When, from the water’s quiet mirror,

A mist floats off like a carpet   

And the moon, wrapped in its undulations,

Revels in a haunted, haunting play,

Then we are pleased as children;

Watching it lift up the mountain,

Deepen and then spread,

Bar after bar, to become the sort

Of lowering sky that can go either way:

Soak us or pass on, overhead.

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And if from there it should be raised

Up to a thinner atmosphere

How firmly based, how crisp it seems,

Towering, gathering all its splendour

For a proclamation on the plenitude of power

(Since what we fear may well be our fate).

We tremble in the shadow of its threatening.

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Say it climbs higher still;

The threat now utterly removed

Into a heavenly lightness,

A mere something there that dissolves

Ever so softly; less than a patter of fleeces

Moving, deliciously combed,

Upwards from below, towards

Their Shepherd, into his lap and hand.

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Yet all must be brought down

By the weight of our world.

Pierced, when dense and very large,

The stack must thunderously

Discharge, as armies do that roll out

In splendid array only to disintegrate;

The earth then receiving their remains.

But keep the eye on where it frays,

Describing what comes down while feeling

That it’s upwards we should always gaze.

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After Goethe –  stratus, cumulus, cirrus, nimbus 

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HOMAGE TO HOWARD

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Holy mountain, realm of seem.

Goaded by a breeze, it sways,

As if some flimsy palanquin

Whose gathered gauzes drift apart.

It glories in continuous metamorphosis,

Now immobile, now a dream:

Can you see it and believe your eyes?

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Trust to the strength of your own projection,

Choosing to define, while the indefinite

Ramps a lion or unfurls an elephant

Or turns a camel’s neck into a Jabberwock

– Until the army of barmy

Images wrecks itself on a rock.

The trumpeter heralds his own dissolution

Well before a judgement can be sounded.

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Yet Howard gave us an instrument

For getting the airborne grounded

By latching on to the gone, and firming up

The ephemeral.  He was the first to hold it fast

By naming drifts, compactions,

Dispersals and descents,

For which the planet offers thanks.

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Luke Howard, “Namer of Clouds”, (1772 – 1864) – after Goethe 

Both versions by Anthony Howell

The story goes that when Luke Howard received these poems in the post he could not believe that they were really from Goethe and threw them into the waste-paper bin!

And please put in your diary the 22 November – Poetry reading on ‘The weather’ – open mike – starting at 7 pm at The Room.

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Odin at the Well

An African Odin

My friend, the artist Anthony McCall, gave me Thinking in Circles: an essay on ring composition by Mary Douglas. He observed that much of my work in performance art and in writing has had a circularity to its composition. His visit coincided with a talk I went to by the physicist Carlo Rovelli and the artist Cornelia Parker at the Conway Hall. Quantum theory, mythology and circularity somehow came together to inspire this longish poem. 

Were one to read it in one go, the circularity which is its kernal and its perimeter would become apparent. But that is a tall order, I realise. Next year I hope to work with the poet/dancer Scott Thurston on a performance where I may recite the poem to accompany his actions. Meanwhile The Fortnightly Review have just published the poem in its entirety, much to my amazement and joy. The link is below:

Odin at the Well

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Donald Gardner’s New and Selected Poems – a new review

Here is a link to an excellent review of Donald Gardner’s New and Selected Poems – published in LONDON GRIP

And here are other links to follow up – a film of Donald reading ‘Hardly News’

And a link to the book itself – proudly published by Grey Suit Editions UK

 

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Romance at the Demo

A demonstrator wearing a whistle mask gestures during a protest outside of Westminster Magistrates Court, where a case management hearing in the U.S. extradition case of WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange is held, in London, Britain, October 21, 2019. REUTERS/Henry Nicholls – RC1A6C22C390

It’s warm but not quite hot. Under the blue, in our anoraks,

We are lining up to surround Westminster

Bringing with us our hands. Yai, my friend from Thailand,

Only a year or two younger than I am, takes a photo

Of me remembering to suck my midriff in,

Halfway across the Thames. Then I lean my back against

The solid balustrade as gulls glide overhead

And a pretty young woman takes up the space to my right.

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Lock up ugly Patel! We laugh, as slogan-banded crowds

Head past us, bemusing the tourists on the bridge’s

Other side that faces London’s looming wheel.

Everything feels large from here. More and more of us

Surge on so as to continue our chain along the far embankment.

First we start to chant and then we start to chat.

We’ll need more than this, we think, but a whistle-headed one of us

Plus a soulful dog in a pram and the witch of seven veils

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And several more demonstrative monstrosities

Continue to increase this encirclement of our vindictive

Houses of parliament. The wench beside me pulls her velvet

Outer-wear over her blond head since it’s grown suddenly hot.

Yai leans into my left. She’s messaging relations in Bangkok,

Puzzled as to what she may be demonstrating about.

Meghan’s come down from High Barnet – thirty something

At a guess – just the enthusiastic sort I’ve always been attracted to

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And, I must confess, still am at high tide, enjoying this October blue.

Our chat is a matter of lively responses, though just as I

Suck in my midriff for a pic, I am trying to keep in check

That passionate part of me, my heart. My own years

See other years from an altered point of view

Yet with the same appreciative eyes. How will I remember her,

How visualise her upturned face, I ask myself

At seventy-seven – no longer even sixty-nine –

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The demonstration taking second place in my attention.

What a fraud I am! Pulling out my latest collection

To give to her, brought with me especially

For such an eventuality as this has just turned out to be.

But now it’s time for all our hands to join

And I have Yai’s in mine and Meghan’s. Is this bliss or what?

I sense our fingers forming an intimate knot.

The Thames runs glittering past below our feet.   

 

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A chain for Assange – 8 October 2022

 

 

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Invention of Reality

My new collection of poems has now been published by The High Window

The above link also leads to a selection of poems in the book.

Very pleased to see it out, and many thanks to David Cooke. 

And huge thanks to Michelene Wandor for this perceptive review in the Fortnightly

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Two Versions of Truth

PATRICK LANCASTER is Independent Journalist
Here is Patrick Lancaster reporting and here is the BBC
Within hours of each other, covering the same event.
The door to door voting is for convenience and safety, not for intimidation. Why is the BBC so partial? The news is bent in a direction contrary to the truth, while reporters like Patrick, an independent, right there in Mariupol or similar places in other states voting today, show exactly how the residents feel. 70% keen to be part of Russia and all blaming Ukraine for the horror. These referenda are far less a sham than Biden’s electronic shananigans.
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New Titles for Autumn

I am very pleased that The High Window have just published my new book of poems this September. Launch details will be posted shortly. The book can be ordered through editorial@greysuiteditions.co.uk – just attach your address to your email. They can also be ordered through The High Window Press.

I am also excited that Grey Suit Editions has two new titles, coming out in October/November:

Details about the two new titles (covers below) can be found here

Gwendolyn Leick’s Franckstrasse 31

And

David Plante’s Essential Stories

All books can also be ordered through Tangoshiva on ebay

For trade deals on all my books or Grey Suit Editions contact editorial@greysuiteditions.co.uk

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‘Envelopes’ – published by The High Window

I am very pleased indeed that this poem has been published in The High Window. Thanks to the editor David Cooke for all the final sleuthing that it needed.


https://thehighwindowpress.com/2022/08/15/anthony-howell-envelopes/

Mark Lomardi

Here is a video of Lombardi at work and discussing his death. Since his drawings showing interlocks between clean and dirty money are very large, they do not reproduce very well.

However there is a brilliant book – Interlock: Art, Conspiracy, and the Shadow Worlds of Mark Lombardi by Patricia Goldstone that goes into his drawings in detail.

There is also an excellent obituary of Lombardi in Adrian Dannatt’s Doomed and Famous.

A sort of ‘Brief Lives’ for the twentieth century, this book is a wonderful selection of obits which includes such luminaries as the elusive James Lee Byars, the unique performance artist Stuart Sherman and the wonderful painter Larry Rivers – all of whom I knew – and the experience of knowing them was formative for my own creative thought. 

Oh, well, anyway, Everything is a Rich Man’s Trick!

Mind you, it is worth noting that this documentary was completed in January 21, before we realised how weak NATO actually is – because so corrupted by the CIA and the Mafia – yes – and by US weapons costing an exorbitant amount to the US tax-payer because of the huge profit margin the middlemen demand (which means the weapons aren’t actually worth the dollars they cost). To imagine Russia and China are weak today is false. Russia is winning hands down against oligarch-corrupted Ukraine and sleepy Joe and his son, heroin-happy Hunter, who was in the pay of Kolomoisky’s Burisma energy company. So I take the conclusion of this documentary with a pinch of salt, and I get irritated with its knee-jerk equation of fox-hunting with the upper classes, a sentimentalisation which underscores that tendency to turn socialism into an empathy notion which has damaged country sports, the rural nature of the counties and workers’ employment in the countryside.

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