Will teaching his writing class.

William Kelly – author of Travels with Li Po.

William, one of  the trio of muralists known as The Bogside Artists and their press officer, has always been interested in writing. “I still write,” says he. “But my faith in the publishing industry and their agents is now zero and I see no reason to change my attitude. A Wilde or a Shaw would be an impossibility these days given the power agents have garnered for themselves  from gloabilisation and the mass marketing it affords. These tin gods manage their charges the way a general manages his tanks not with a view to throwing new light on the human condition but to fill their pockets in the service of a world view that would make a suir rat cringe with shame. Basically, it is every man for himself, to use whatever method comes to hand….. and to the winner the spoils. If that is not the main disease of this world outstripping all other contaminants you care to mention I would like to know what is. And what exactly  this socially accepted ego-serving attitude has to do with the fruitage of the human spirit we call  ‘literature’  beats the hell out of me. Wilde and Shaw, if they were alive,  would have been swiftly and mercilessly ruined by  defamation lawyers  -those guardians of the collectively espoused fiction called ‘character’  -  for exercising their creative freedom in criticizing public figures, a service that they rightly considered the singular most important responsibility of their profession.  The theatre of ancient Athens incidentally not only allowed such criticism  but encouraged it. That means that professional ethics and honest reportage have been swept aside and made redundant in the face of the Gadarene rush for profits. Culture, as we know it, is banjaxed you could say. What Marx called the “falsification of consciousness” rules in exactly the same way as aggressively repetitive brainwashing strives to perpetuate  itself as  ’music’. The sacred has disappeared from the fine arts and truth, for want of a better word, from popular creative fiction. There is no money in truth any more than there is money in good health. Society maintains its necessary quota of sick citizens by keeping them hoodwinked, brainwashed and misinformed.  Travels with Li Po was my humble attemtp to bring all this to the intelligence of the young. Many writers these days don’t even write to be read by the average Joe  but specifically by movie executives who are to  juvenile sex-driven plots and gratuitous action-scenes what pigs are to  truffles.  They pilfer and eploit the collective memory, rehashing the same old stuff over and over in ever more devious forms of disguise, with about as much conscience as a fox in a chicken coop. Posterity, at any rate, will find it a whole lot easier to sift the wheat from the chaff because the chaff is everywhere.  My autobiography is about the only literary endeavour that interests me at present. What I have to say about writing, art, philos0phy  and the craziness of the world I was born into, will be expressed there. 

The bravest writer, John Pilger.

John Pilger today accepted the Sydney Peace Prize 2009 at Sydney Opera House. He had some things today that has distinct relevance to this blog.

Early in his oration Pilger attacked Australian policy with regards to the “boat people”, those unfortunates who flee to the shores of the great continent only to end up in what Pilger calls concentration camps like the one at Woomera. He asked how they would all feel if the boats were filled with white people. He remarked on the hypocrisy of Rudd who declared undying sympathy for the refugees early in his office and only recently declared that ” a hard line” must be taken against them. Pilger went on to castigate the rule of silence among journalists everywhere who “seem to know what not to say” without being told. He cited his own experience as a film maker, broadcaster and journalist in support of the assertion,  which indeed requires no support.  He pointed to mind control on the part of the media in service to political ideology. (The silence surrounding Travels with Li Po is owed in large measure to just that.)

“One of my favourite plays is Harold Pinter’s  “Party Time”.  He tells of the plot … a bunch of people are at a party in an apartment like any other middle-class soiree in Sydney or elsehwere. “But something is happening outside in the street, something terrible and oppressive for which  the people at the party share responsibility.” There is a moment’s uneasiness as the chatter stops for a second and then the laughter resumes.”

Pilger uses this as a methaphor for society at large. “How many of us live in that apartment?” 

“I believe that if we begin to apply  justice and courage to human affairs we begin to make sense of our world.” 

Silence he went on to say, recalling his experience of South African Apartheid, is the effect of tyranny. The citizens of Johannesburg lived a few kilometres from a shanty town where people wasted in poverty and their children died of disease but  these repectable citizens “looked from the side and did nothing.”

Australians, he went on, have become adepts at divide -and-rule where blacks who blame their own people for their misfortunes are welcomed and applauded.  Western Australia jails indigenous people at eight times the rate of the South African Apartheid figure.  Australia is internationally shamed for its treatment of  blacks.

“We discriminate on the basis of race. That’s it in a nutshell.”

Rights to land that were granted to the indigenous population of the Northern Territory in 1970 were clawed back by John Howerd by means of bribery and bullying. The Rudd government is doing the same. Leases are bought in with threats of basic amenities and services being witheld.

“You see, there are deals to be made… Foreign companies want a piece of the action”. ( For uranium and other minerals).

“Silences can be broken if we will it.”

“Tom Paine warned long ago that if we were denied critical knowledge we should storm, what he called, The Bastille of words. We need an Autralian Glasnost, … which broadly means, awakening, transparency, diversity, justice, disobedience…”

“In every newsroom, in every media college, teachers of journalism and journalists themselves need to be challenged about the part they play in the bloodshed, inequity and silence that is so often presented as normal.”

“What terrifies the agents of power is an awakening of people, of public consciousness. This is already happening in countries in Latin America where people have discovered a confidence in themselves they didn’t know existed. We should join them before our own freedom of speech is quietly withdrawn and real dissent is outlawed as the powers of the police are expanded. The struggle of people against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.”

Pilger then called for a treaty guaranteeing universal land rights and a proper sharing of the resources of  Australia. The path to self-respect he warned for Australians as for any other nation lies in demanding  justice.

We agree with every word of the above with the proviso that justice is not to be “attained” as such but is only possible with the removal of injustice. You do not create ‘justice’. You make it possible. We take leave to point out that Travels with Li Po was inherenty an indictment of society that was purposefully transformed by the status quo into a fantasy …. to make money. The war is waged in the sphere of mind as it is in the hills of Iraq. AThat is what St. Paul meant by “principalities and powers” and that too, albeit in a different way, is what John Pilger is saying and why we quote him at length.

So, you’re a Literary Agent? Hmmm. That would be your degree in English Lit. on the wall? No books to your name alas, but we can’t be good at everything now, can we? It’s enough for you to know what sells.

They are not all the same are they, these literary agents? These purveyors of men’s souls. And not all singing from the same song book. I don’t know you from Adam but, as a writer, whenever I submit my anguished-over script, the sacred substance of my living experience, my life and my soul, to ‘you’, I must accept that ‘you’ are an honest man guided by the spiritual ethics of ‘your’ profession. But, the perpetual wrangling over intellectual property and the plethora of vague laws that govern it (Steven Spielberg got off scot free from pilfering another writer’s work even though is was clearly and blatantly obvious to all, even to the blind, that he was guilty as all hell) suggests the following scenario is by no means impossible or even unusual. If you are acquainted with Hollywood I am sure you will have less diffculty believing it than most. 

“Jeff?  Sorry to waken you up, old buddy. But I got this fantastic story here on my desk and I am sure you can do something with it. Yea, it’s got winner written all over it. It will  be huge if it’s let loose. Nah, nobody knows who he is. Never been published before. Yea, just what I thought. You could do something duh…  ’similar…’ duh,  I’m sure. Yea, I know but we are allowed to laugh…. So, my lawyer tells me. Yea, it’s a novel, not all that well written. But, it doesn’t have to be. We can all write for chrissakes! It’s what’s in it, Jeff!  What’s in it! The guy’s a friggin’ genius. What a film it would make! or even a whole bunch of them, or a television series or any sort of a series for that matter! You gotta read this!  Meet me for lunch. Nah. Don’t worry about that. I’ll tie him to a dumb contract or something until you get it done. I’ll get him to download the contract too from the net. Never fails. Just in case he gets the bright idea of starting a paper trail some time in the distant future. Idiot might be a better word. They’re out there Jeff. Told me all I need to know about it too. Can you believe it? How dumb is that? And there are more of them coming off the conveyor belt all the time. I have almost completly given up thinking for myself, it’s so easy. Don’t worry. It’s okay. I’m your acting editor. I just make more radical changes than most, that’s all. I have a business to run, godammit!”

Writers have no reason whatever to trust an agent and yet all of them have to. The elusive Christopher Little is an English agent bivouacked in London who is presently being sued (so far as we still know) by the relatives of the deceased writer Adrian Jacobs whose work he, or his publisher ‘associate’ Bloomsbury, or both, allegedly pilfered. Innocent until proven guilty is Christopher. The law is on his side. He is J.K.Rowling’s publishing agent: One who shuns the limelight, being supposedly shy and sensitive, we are to believe, even if it is reported that he held a massively expensive birthday party for himself not so long ago. You will notice how careful I am in choosing the words to tell you this. That’s because this particular agent has a lawyer working in his corner who takes no prisoners. Rowling’s own lawyers, Schillings, are even more notorious. It is not that either are merely practising sound economic prudence in guarding their vulnerable charge from prowling fraudsters and all that; what they are actually engaged in is avoiding public scrutiny at all costs. Indeed, establishing a norm by repetition in the process. Reminds you of the invasion of Iraq, doesn’t it? To them and their ilk this is the way of business. Do it often enough and people will eventually throw up their arms and cry. “Not again!” And then they stop throwing up their arms because such behaviour however odious and contemptible has become the norm. Not another case against Rowling! To you and I and the Man Above, such practice is  mind control, but more of that some other time. And if they want to contest this and make moves to gagg us three and clap us  all in irons, well ……..  Indeed, they are most likely reading these very words and adding them to the munitions pile they have been amassing for years to use against us. It ill behoves us to hold such a dim view of our fellow man, or woman indeed, but…………..It seems that in the name of democracy you can hold any views you like so long as you don’t get the dumb notion that you are free to express them. In modern times, Shakespeare, Shaw and Wilde would be impossible. Think about that. There’s freedom of expression for you!

Interesting isn’t it? Well it is rather… from our point of view.
How interesting can be learned from; http://www.travelswithlipo.com .

What we have to say via the above link is all true….if you can believe it, of course…. and we can tell you, even before you start…. you won’t. Why not? Not just because you have accepted the ‘norm’ and may be blissfully unaware that you have but , more imp0rtantly, because what you have to do is trust someone you have never met……….Me, the communicator of all this.  An Irishman. A bridge too far is that for many. The wise and the sceptics among you will surely find it easier.