Monthly Archive for December, 2007

Tariq Ali on Benazir Bhutto

Zcom has a transcript up of an interview with historian Tariq Ali on the recent crisis in Pakistan which offers an interesting perspective on recent events. Here’s an excerpt:

TARIQ ALI: Her father was probably the most popular politician in Pakistan, pledging massive social reforms. Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, who had been elected in the 1970 elections, had won a large majority in the country that we now know as Pakistan and had been elected on a very radical platform. He came to power.

He implemented some of his reforms, not all, became extremely autocratic, clashed with the United States on a number of issues, including Pakistan’s right to have nuclear weapons. Henry Kissinger warned him in private that if you do not desist on the nuclear issue, we will make a terrible example out of you. That’s what Bhutto wrote from his death cell. The United States organized a military coup d’etat. General Zia-ul-Haq took power in 1977, organized a trial against Bhutto, charging him with an absurd charge of murdering someone. The judges were pressured, and they found him guilty, and Bhutto was hanged in April 1979. It could not have happened without US support and approval, because Zia was a nobody, and Washington clearly green-lighted the murder.

And Bhutto, from his death cell, wrote a very moving document called “If I Am Assassinated,” in which he said there are two hegemonies—these are his words. He said, “There are two hegemonies that dominate our country. One is an internal hegemony, and the other is an external hegemony. And unless we challenge the external hegemony, we will never be able to deal with the internal one,” meaning Washington is the external hegemony and the army is the internal one. And this is a problem which still haunts Pakistan and which, I have to say, has now created this new crisis.

And unfortunately, his daughter decided to collaborate with both of these hegemonies. One has to say this. Her second period in office was a total disaster, because not only did she do nothing for the poor or her natural constituency, but basically it became an extremely corrupt government, and she and her husband accumulated $1.5 billion through corruption. This is well known to everyone.

Now, when the United States decided they wanted to put her back in there, they told her, we are going to whitewash you so clean no one will even know. And this is what the global media and networks have been doing. Look, I knew her well. I’m very upset that she’s dead. But the piety being displayed on the global media networks is beyond belief. You know, it’s as if there’s no past, no history in this country or its politicians.

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Hellboy II

Guillermo del Toro (director of the utterly wonderful Pan’s Labyrinth) has now directed the second in the Hellboy series of movies and judging by the trailer - it’s going to be pretty damn wonderul too.

Deepest Darkest Middlesbrough

Just a quick post from Grove Hill public library to wish you all, wherever you may be a most felicitous Christmas and a joyous (yes - joyous!) New Year! I’m off to see Middlesbrough thrash the pants off of West Ham today. Byeeeeeeeeee!

Loose Ends

Right well, Masaya has added his piece to my attempt at a translation in yesterday’s post… And after that I’m wondering if this might not be better:

At Year’s End
Wrap things up well
And what you unwrap
Won’t be broken

But you could go on ad infinitum with that sort of thing, couldn’t you? Nah, the first version was better. Well, today is young Joseph Reader (poet of the trees) ’s birthday - Happy Birthday to him. Tomorrow is my dad’s 90th - Felicitations his way (not that either of them will ever read this) and I’m off up to Middlesbrough tomorrow for the annual family argument get-together. Here’s something I found on Boingboing that made me laugh:

At Year’s End

Here’s the last meditation of the year from Hozouji, (I took this just a few days before heading home):


Now, I can’t type up the kanji for you because I’m using my sister’s computer (no Japanese script on here see) so you will have to make do with romaji. I think this is right (not sure as the calligraphy is a little funky):

Nenmatsu
Owari wo
Tsutsushimukoto
Hajimenogoto to nareba
Yaburerukotonashi

“Tsutsushimu” can be translated as “being careful”, “prudent” or “moderate” but it also can have the meaning of “temperance” (as in not overdoing the booze, fags and mince pies) which seems very appropriate as the Christmas party season commences. I am not sure however, what the “yaburerukotonashi” at the end is saying. Yabureru means to be defeated, to lose, to be beaten. As this is a Buddhist meditation, I’m assuming it’s referring to the self, in a very personal sense, some kind of self-defeat or failure. But is it referring to the future, in the sense of being undefeated (and thereby successful) in future endeavours? Or is it referring to past failures as in starting afresh with a clean slate? Or both? And if both - how the heck am I going to translate that? Masaya? Help!
Oh well, I think it might mean something like this:

At Year’s End
Finish things with care
To start afresh
Without regret

The Aftermath

Last night we went to see the Pogues. And after a long wait at the bar we had just gotten our drinks when the music started up… Abandon Pints! I cried and into the fray we dived. The next couple of hours wasn’t so much dancing as trying to stay upright and in my case trying to avoid the seven foot skinhead who kept trying to use me as a human shield. Shane MacGowan was looking comparatively sober… well, you know - for him. And it was a fun. And when it came to Fairytale of New York and people had settled down a bit I thought I might try and take a picture on my mobile for you, or maybe even a video, and I reached into my pocket and thought “Oh crap. It’s gone”.

That aint coming back again I thought. But do you know, searching through the rubble and broken bottles left behind in the aftermath along with about thirty other people (also looking for their mobile phones) I did find it! And this my friends is what a mobile phone looks like after a couple of hundred boots have stomped up and down on it in a wild alcohol-fueled frenzy.

my camera post pogues

Oh, and thanks very much to the kind gentleman who seeing me pick up these fragments gave me a short lecture on the folly of bringing a mobile phone to a Pogues gig anyway (point taken!) and then said “This is your Sim card”, handed me same and put my mind at rest.

The Land of Eng

My flight home started promisingly with the Captain announcing that we would be arriving at Heathrow early but about thirty minutes into the flight a flight attendant came running down the aisle shouting “A doctor or a nurse!” Shortly thereafter we had to fly back to Tokyo for an emergency stop and some poor chap got taken off on a stretcher. And then we were off again, a full three hours behind schedule but the food was pretty good for airline food (JAL incidentally), I did get to see Shoot Em Up which is exactly what it says it is (and features a heck of a lot of carrots) and I wasn’t even phased when another poor chap fainted on the floor beside my seat (air-conditioning a bit too hot for the poor lad). “What’s going on today?” says the flight attendant who comes running up to help. However, I made it here in one piece, have been relaxing and enjoying my sister’s cooking (will have to go now actually - she’s getting the dinner out) and am now sipping a Tiger beer with my brother-in-law John. The Pogues tonight, which will be drunken and raucous and inevitably misty eyed and nostalgic to boot. I got my docs ready. Gonna step on some toes.

And Away I Go…

Last minute packing and trying to get the last few laundry items dry with a hairdrier are keeping me busy right now, as I’m off home squeakily early tomorrow morning - and do hope to get maybe 3 or 4 hours kip before my 24 hour odyssey begins. However, I did see this on BoingBoing this morning and it had me chuckling over my cornflakes so I thought I’d share it with you. It’s worth following the link and reading the other reviews. Quite marvellous.

And ooh look, it’s popped up on Neil Gaiman’s blog too.

Next post from Birmingham (U.K.).

Bali Climate Talks Going to Hell in Handbasket

I was reading this article on BBC News about U.N. General Secretary Ban Ki Moon opening the international climate talks in Bali with “a call to action”. He made it pretty plain: the planet is in crisis and we have to do something NOW. However, the thing about U.N. General Secretarys is, they are employed to say all the right things while the guys who are really in charge just keep nodding wisely and then going ahead and doing as they please. So my heart always sinks when I read that kind of article because I know what happens next. And then I read this article of which I’d say this is the key heart-sinking bit:

Professors Sir David King and John Schellnhuber say the world is more than 50% likely to experience dangerous levels of climate change. They believe politicians have been too slow to cut emissions. Current science suggests that above 2C, billions of people will face water shortages, the world’s food supplies could be threatened and widespread extinction could be triggered. Neither scientist believes that the world would achieve the goal of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) of stabilising emissions by around 2015.

Now bearing that in mind, isn’t it amazing that the guys in power are still reluctant to actually do anything? And then I received a mail from Avaaz which, well here’s the key bit from that:

Working late, negotiators were nearing consensus that developed countries should pledge post-Kyoto emissions cuts by 2020–a step which the scientists say is needed to avert the worst ravages of global warming, and which will help to bring China and the developing world onboard. But…

“But what?” I hear you ask (tremulously). Well, it seems three very powerful industrialised countries are rejecting all talk of emissions cuts out of hand and effectively rendering the entire debate meaningless. (Wonders!) Can you guess which three? Well, the US is in there of course (no surprises), and Canada too (why Canada I wonder? I always thought Canadians were nice. Boring. But nice…) and then (drum-roll please!)…..

…Japan! (Woot!)

So, in light of the fact that the politicians who are framing our future and who really ought to be working for us are clearly not doing so, Avaaz has started an emergency campaign. Here are the details:

…we’re launching a global emergency petition before the summit climax in 48 hours. We’ll deliver our message every way we can — a stark full-page advertisement in the Financial Times Asia, stunts at the conference gates, direct to country delegations — telling Canada, Japan and the US to accept the option of post-Kyoto targets, and the rest of the world to settle for nothing less.

Please take a moment right now to sign the new global emergency petition — then tell all your friends: http://www.avaaz.org/en/bali_emergency/

We’re doing everything we can. Tens of thousands of Canadian Avaaz members have launched an ad campaign telling their government not to betray them — our Japanese members are emailing their leaders — while our American members will send their own message to Bali as Al Gore and Congressional and local representatives land there, asking negotiators to ignore the official US delegation because it does not represent them.

Coming from every country on earth, all of us can play a direct role in the Bali face-off by signing this global emergency petition — delivered at the summit gates, in a full-page Financial Times ad, and direct to delegates. Add your name at this link, act now and spread the word — we have just 48 hours:
http://www.avaaz.org/en/bali_emergency/

Now as always there is of course the very valid line of reasoning that no matter how many people petition, those guys in suits will just go ahead and do what they want to do anyway. However, sometimes these things do have an effect, and you know, even if there’s just the teeniest tiniest chance that it may do some good, if it makes the difference between being doomed and not doomed, I’ll choose not doomed. I signed the petition. Quickly now! You sign it too!

Lovely Yamatoya, My Christmas Schedule & The Year’s Best American Short Stories…

There is a fresh post up on Deep Kyoto this evening on the very lovely cafe Yamatoya. This will probably be my last posting on Deep Kyoto this year as I doubt I’ll have time for any more articles before Friday.

For it is official! This Friday I fly back to England, through the usual 24 hour time-warp, stopping first at my sister’s place in Birmingham and then on the 20th going up to sunny Middlesbrough (in time for my father’s 90th - yes he really is that old). I’ll be a week there before going back down to Birmingham, having a wee breather and then hopping on the plane back to Japan on the 29th (and of course losing a day going through the time-warp backwards). How I shall celebrate おみそか is as yet undecided. But unless any kind local readers wish to invite me out to wild and crazy New Year’s Eve parties I imagine I’ll be in S.T.T.

Now, I have just finished this year’s Best American Short Stories, and am now looking back over the list of contents collecting my thoughts. I found last year’s collection incredibly lack-lustre, but noting that this year’s guest editor was Stephen King and that he promised in the blurb that each and every story would be “kick-ass” I gave this year’s a chance. Stephen King is a man who understands what makes a story tick, I thought. He knows that the bottom line is entertainment. I can trust him when he says “kick-ass” to deliver “kick-ass”.

I was disappointed. Looking back over the contents as I am, I think over half these stories are forgettable and there are three in there that make me want to kick the writers’ asses very hard indeed. I’d say there are about seven stories in there that are worth your time and money but only two that really stand out; the hilarious “Bris” by Eileen Pollack and the wonderful “Wake” by Beverly Jensen. The latter in particular had me hooked from the get-go with this unforgettable opener:

Boston, January 1956
“Good God Almighty. We’ve lost the damned body.” Avis stood on the North Station train platform, her small leather suitcase pressed between her knees as though it too, might be whisked away. “Dalton, we’ve lost Dad. What the hell are we going to do?”

Now tell me you don’t want to know what happens next. So, what I would suggest is not buying this collection at all, but just keeping your eyes peeled for work by Pollack and Jensen and buying that instead. I believe Pollack will have a short story collection coming out soon. Sadly, however,  you may have to wait a while for more of Jensen’s work to appear. Apparently, she was working on a series of interellated stories based on her own family history for a number of years but never sought to publish them and then she passed away in 2003. “Wake” is the very first piece to be published. Well, if “Wake” is representative I do hope somebody sees fit to getting them into print because I would love to read that.