he is standing at my door in the middle of the night when i’ve got nothing but second sight. he knows it’s different for girls, he knows he doesn’t own the world
stone soup and brothers: he promises the world on a friday night when she’s got nothing but second sight. he hasn’t got the world so he gives her a fight and we draw the curtains on a friday night
washing-machine-woman reappears with the message welfare not workfare not warfare and song blood or money
it is also about modern day workhouses. historically, men have had workplaces (factories) in which to meet & organize whereas women have been separated in our mini-factories (homes). even if we worked doubledays in both factories, we were on the clock to get home, making meetings at factory or pub, difficult to attend. that’s not to say we haven’t met & organized, but it’s not been as easy. is that partly why our work is still not valued? and online homeworkers? the web is our factory and our meeting ground but where is our work protection? and is there now a greater blur between doubleday jobs?
Clea wrote this song about her hometown Cumbernauld - a scottish newtown hastily built in the ’50s for glasgow population overspill
When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why they are poor, they call me a communist
—Helder Camara
The majority of people spoil their lives by an unhealthy and exaggerated altruism – are forced, indeed, so to spoil them. They find themselves surrounded by hideous poverty, by hideous ugliness, by hideous starvation. It is inevitable that they should be strongly moved by all this. The emotions of man are stirred more quickly than man’s intelligence; and, as I pointed out some time ago in an article on the function of criticism, it is much more easy to have sympathy with suffering than it is to have sympathy with thought. Accordingly, with admirable, though misdirected intentions, they very seriously and very sentimentally set themselves to the task of remedying the evils that they see. But their remedies do not cure the disease: they merely prolong it. Indeed, their remedies are part of the disease.
They try to solve the problem of poverty, for instance, by keeping the poor alive; or, in the case of a very advanced school, by amusing the poor.
But this is not a solution: it is an aggravation of the difficulty. The proper aim is to try and reconstruct society on such a basis that poverty will be impossible.
—Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man Under Socialism, 1891
and she said there must be a better life, i won’t take the needle or the knife, won’t take poverty for a working life
it’s not what you eat or the things that you read, what you do in bed, makes you sick in the head, it’s the state we’re in …
how to get gigs: approaching the first venues: hello, this is clea. you might not remember me but we were friends in another life
