Saturday, 6 December 2014

Rice Salad

Boiled/ steamed rice
1 tin Red kidney beans
1 tin Borlotti beans
1 raw red onion
3 large vine tomatoes, chopped
1 red pepper, sliced finely
3 green chilli
1 Teaspoon chilli powder
1 handful fresh coriander, chopped
½ lemon juice
Garlic, crushed, to taste
1 tsp Salt

Boil or steam the rice & allow to cool. Chop, slice or crush the ingredients & mix together. This simple salad is quick, crisp  and fresh. It compliments the Chickpea & Courgette Curry recipe below.


By North Utsire

Chickpea & Roasted Courgette Curry

3 Large courgette, sliced longitudinally
1 tsp cumin seeds
1 tsp garam masala
3 Tbsp olive oil

Get these dudes in the oven on a roasting tray or dish whilst you are doing the other stuff. 20- 25 minutes.
Whole Spices:

4 Tbsp olive oil
4 shards cinnamon bark
1 tsp coriander seed
½ tsp fenugreek seed
½ tsp mustard seed
7 cloves
7 cardamon

Heat the oil & add the whole herbs until they make a fragrant aroma which drives everyone crazy in the house.
3 Red Onions, sliced finely
4 large vine tomatoes

Add these ingredients together, sufficient to reduce somewhat, fairly quickly followed by the powdered herbs below.

Powdered Herbs:

¾ tsp chilli powder
¾ tsp ginger powder
¾ tsp turmeric
1 Tbsp coriander powder
1 tsp cumin powder
1 tsp salt

Mix these into the onion/ tomato & whole spices mixture until the powders coalesce with the mixture & form a goop. It should dry up pretty quickly so you need to get a move on with the next step and/ or use the lid to prevent steam from escaping.
1 tin coconut milk
2 tins chickpeas (large ones better)

Add the chickpeas first, coating them in the sauce. Then ‘rescue’ the dryness of the mixture by adding the coconut milk with a satisfying tsssssss. Turn the heat down & get simmering for 45 mins.

1 handful freshly chopped coriander leaf
4 green finger chillies, chopped

Add these ingredients with about 30 mins to go.
Rice Salad

Try this curry with Rice Salad.





By North Utsire

Friday, 5 December 2014

Don't Buy The Scum

I have a vivid recollection of being in a corner shop in Liverpool in 1994. Looking at the rows of newspapers on the shelves there was a disproportionate number of The Sun lying in a forlorn state, as usual. The shop was busy & some neophyte came in and tried to order a copy of the rag. All hell broke loose. Arms were flying about everywhere, and the room was full of angry scouse blokes & shouting. The neophyte squawked & squeeked & was eventually ejected from the shop with a brusque retrograde motion, and a faceful of expletives for good measure. Even now sales of The Scum have never recovered on Merseyside. Years after this event I was in the centre on Lime Street & saw a faded sticker on a lamp post: Don't Buy The Scum.



On 12 September 2012, the Hillsborough Independent Panel concluded that no Liverpool fans were responsible in any way for the disaster, and that its main cause was a "lack of police control". Crowd safety was "compromised at every level" and overcrowding issues had been recorded two years earlier. The panel concluded that "up to 41" of the 96 who perished might have survived had the emergency services' reactions and co-ordination been improved. The number is based on post-mortem examinations which found some victims may have had heart, lung or blood circulation function for some time after being removed from the crush. The report stated that placing fans who were "merely unconscious" on their backs would have resulted in their deaths.

The findings concluded that 164 witness statements had been altered. Of those statements, 116 were amended to remove or change negative comments about South Yorkshire Police. South Yorkshire Police had performed blood alcohol tests on the victims, some of them children, and ran computer checks on the national police database in an attempt to "impugn their reputation". The report concluded that the then Conservative MP for Sheffield Hallam, Irvine Patnick, passed inaccurate and untrue information from the police to the press [from Wiki].



BBC News: Liverpool's 23 year boycott of The Sun (2012)
Anfield Road: Don't Buy The Sun
Hillsborough Family Support Group
Hillsborough Football Disaster (good chronology)


By North Utsire

Don’t Mention the 47

I’ve been moved by a few nostalgic events lately. Last year the 30th anniversary of the election of the Liverpool Militant City Council triggered a number of articles on radio, in the press, and in books. And simultaneously the 25 year anniversary of the Hillsborough disaster was marked with some seismic shifts.

The 1980’s were a pivotal decade on Merseyside. I remember watching Northwest Tonight & seeing Derek Hatton, leader of Liverpool’s 1983-7 Militant council, giving impassioned speeches in the midst of a national tsunami of cut backs, job losses and protests. Even in those formative years I could tell something important was happening; that a city was united in solidarity & railing against Thatcher & the establishment. This is in sharp contrast to the current malaise of the left (look no further for an explanation of the rise in UKIP popularity). Some years later, as though drawn by a magnet, I moved to Liverpool. I played my part in Militant Liverpool politics, but by then the party was over. The Berlin Wall had torn down the belief in a state socialism, a ‘democratic workers’ revolution’ and the stomach had gone for a fight after an impressive record of solidarity & struggle on Merseyside.


Contrary to the media stereotype, Militant supporters were the most erudite and passionate of people. They didn’t roam around as intimidatory skinheads wearing Doc Martin bovva boots or ‘trot’ out politically correct aphorisms like Wolfie in Citizen Smith. If anything, they were understated. Once whilst we were door knocking, an old comrade asked me to untuck my trousers from inside my boots so as to make the right impression. They educated each other & won by gentle persuasion, and the bare facts of historical materialism. They were based in the working class because they were working class. This distinguished them from Socialist Workers (affectionately known as Swoppies) - mostly middle class ideologically motivated students who were apt to ditch their Trotskyism on the altar of 2.4 kids once they had their 2:1 sociology degrees. .

The Militant lightbulb joke?
Q: How many Swappies does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: None, They SMASH it.

Once I was at a Militant summer camp, to which a number of left groups had been invited to a debate. I was surprised how many far left groups were represented, including the Sparticists League, the Communist Party, and others I had no idea about. Of course the Swappies were there in force. The debate was on the problem of drugs in inner city areas and what was to be done about drug gangs/ stop & search/ social problems of addiction & the law. This was the same year boxer David Ungi had been shot dead in a drugs gang war in Toxteth, which had provoked the Police to run around like headless chickens with guns, clearly caught with their pants down & unable to do a job of policing without the discipline of the gangs. On one occasion we were at a pub in Toxteth and were suddenly interrupted by a unit of armed Police who ran into the pub like a SWAT team screaming all kinds of blue murder, because they had a “report of a disturbance”. They left with their tails (& guns) between their legs.


Anyway I digress! Back to the drugs debate, which was well represented & clearly a matter of pride for the Swappies; they came well prepared & made a good case for legalization of drugs & the importance of education/ libertarian choice. It struck a chord. Then, a Militant comrade got up. He thanked the Socialist Workers for coming to the debate, their input & acknowledged much of their argument but then invited them to “come to Liverpool General Hospital where they can see the crack babies being born; maybe then they can say whether they agree with legalization of drugs?” He then went on to make a convincing evidence- based case for decriminalization of drugs, a position which has caused the current coalition government some embarrassment recently. Apart from the impassioned & surgically accurate oratory typical of Militant supporters, it left me with the unequivocal belief that Militant was a root & branch working class phenomena which was unique amongst the left movement.


I was gutted to have missed the Don’t Mention The 47 retrospective in London which took a systematic look at the Militant Liverpool council (blurb & link below) but I will look out for the two books Militant Liverpool: A City on the Edge, and Liverpool '81: Remembering the Riots.


Don’t mention the 47 is a documentary that re-opens a crucial chapter in British history. In the years between 1983 and 1987 a group of 47 elected Labour councilors refused to transfer the cuts implemented by Margaret Thatcher’s  government onto the Liverpool community they represented. Instead they built 5000 houses, created thousands of jobs and set up many vital public services. How was that possible and why did they end up being surcharged and expelled from from thier roles? Through a series of interviews with some of the councillors, a housing worker, photographer and militant activist,  some of those who were closely involved, it begins to assemble an inspiring example of solidarity and resistance.


By North Utsire

Thursday, 4 December 2014

Gentle Raindrops

Stormy lovers
Raindrops of passion,
 Thunder rolling
Lightning flashing.
Not quite a hurricane
Just a tender shower.
A few moments alone
Making love on a bed of flowers.
Wet as an ocean
Flowing like a stream.
The things we imagine
In a deep-sleep dream.
Music is a heartbeat
A tune never turned off,
Caressing like a breeze
Blowing so soft.
A flux of rain
Mending our souls,
Raging through the night
As our love affair unfolds.



Poem: Gentle Raindrops by Andre Mollet
from Dark Eros: Black Erotic Writings edited by Reginald Martin

Image: Love Life: Offset poster (1966) by Marijke Koger
Marijke Koger (Born 1943) was the primary visual artist behind the four-person art group ‘The Fool’ a Dutch design collective (and later band) who rose to prominence in late 1960′s London. Alongside Koger ‘The Fool’ consisted of fellow artist Simon Posthuma, Fashion Designer Yosha Leeger and Barry Finch, the groups name being derived as a reference to the Tarot Card. The Fool made a tremendous impact at the time via their work for the Beatles, Cream and The Move to name but a few. In fact such was the popularity of the group that despite having few musical inclinations they record a Psych-Folk album produced by Graham Nash.


By North Utsire

From Psychotropic Drugging to Natural Mood Cure



Two documentary films: Making a Killing: The Untold Story of Psychotropic Drugging and The Marketing of Madness: The Truth About Psychotropic Drugs. Together they are a pretty damning revelation about modern psychiatric attitudes and the long reach of the pharmaceutical companies. As a counterpoise to this doomsaying, I include a recent find in the form of Julia Ross (originator of The Diet Cure). Her website is here but I include some of her blurb below:


We're in a bad mood epidemic. Depression and anxiety have tripled in the last ten years. The Mood Cure explains why and provides the good news that we can feel better emotionally, without the use of caffeine, alcohol, tobacco, or anti-depressants-and the even better news that we can begin to see the results in just one day. The Mood Cure is a comprehensive natural approach that jump-starts your program with brain-fueling amino acids combined with a high-protein, healthy-fat, veggie-rich diet and other nutritional strategies. Beginning with the 4-part questionnaire to identify your mood type, The Mood Cure will help you to:

  • Lift the dark cloud of depression
  • Blast the blahs
  • Cool anxiety and stress
  • Comfort oversensitive feelings
  • Let go of emotional eating
  • Recover from addictions
  • Find reliable alternatives to anti-depressants

As of 2009, more than 10% of the US population was taking one or more of the antidepressant drugs in the SSRI, or SNRI categories. The CDC announced that these drugs constituted the most commonly prescribed medications in the US and that since 1988 the number of Americans taking them has doubled. Now at least 27 million of us, over the age of six, are taking the medication.



As I mention on the first page of the Mood Cure, we are suffering an epidemic of depression, with low moods 100 times more common now than they were 100 years ago. Most people who are taking or considering antidepressants really do need help, for themselves or for their children. Unfortunately, even tragically, the millions of people taking these drugs often know little to nothing about their side effects. More importantly, they don’t know that effective, safe, and natural alternatives.

North Utsire

Mikey Smith: Mi Cyaan Believe It

Michael Smith, usually referred to as Mikey Smith (1954 - 1983), was a Jamaican dub poet. Along with Linton Kwesi Johnson, and Mutabaruka, he was one of the best-known dub poets. In 1978, Smith represented Jamaica at the 11th World Festival of Youth and Students in Cuba. His album Mi Cyaan Believe It includes his poem of the same name. He had left-anarchist leanings and Rastafarian sympathies, and was murdered by political opponents associated with the right-wing Jamaica Labour Party (JLP) after he had heckled the Jamaican Minister of Culture at a political rally on 17 August 1983.

After arguing with three men he was hit by a stone thrown by one of them. Linton Kwesi Johnson has recalled how the circumstances of Smith's death are shrouded in controversy:

"As far as I understand the facts, Mikey had attended a political meeting in Stony Hill where the ruling JLP Minister of Education was speaking and [he] had heckled her. The following day, he was confronted by three party activists, an argument ensued, stones were thrown and Mikey died from a blow to his head."

Kamau Braithwaite's 1984 book History Of The Voice was dedicated to the memory of Smith and describes him as having been 'stoned to death'




Mi Cyaan Believe It

Mi seh mi cyaan believe it
mi seh mi cyaan believe it
room dem a rent
mi apply widin
but as me go in
cockroach rat an scorpion also come in
waan good
nose haffi run
but me naw sideung pan igh wall
like Humpty Dumpty
mi a face me reality
one lickle bwoy come blow im orn
an mi look pan im wid scorn
an mi realize ow me five bwoy pickney
was a victim of de tricks
dem call partisan pally-trix
an mi ban mi belly
an mi bawl
an mi ban mi belly
an mi bawl
Lawd
mi cyaan believe it
mi seh mi cyaan believe it
what a night what a plight
an we cyaan get a bite
mi life is a stiff fight
an mi cyaan believe it
mi seh mi cyaan believe it
sitting on de corner wid me fren
talkin about tings an time
me hear one voice seh
"Who dat?"
mi seh "A who dat?
A who dat a seh who dat
when mi a seh who dat?"
When yuh teck a stock
dem lick we dung flat
teet start fly
and big man start cry
an mi cyaan believe it
mi seh mi cyaan believe it
do odder day me pass one yard
pan de hill
when me teck a stock
me hear "Hey bwoy!"
"Yes, Mam?" "Hey bwoy!"
"Yes, Mam?" "You clean up de dawg shit?"
"Yes, Mam"
an mi cyaan believe it
mi seh mi cyaan believe it
Doris a modder of four
get a wul as a domestic
boss man move in
an bap si kaisico she pregnant again
bap si kaisico she pregnant again
an mi cyaan believe it
dah yard de odder night
when mi hear "Fire!"
"Fire, to plate claat!"
Who dead? You dead?
Who dead? Me dead?
Who dead? Harry dead?
Who dead? Eleven dead
wooeeeeeee
Orange Street fire de pan me head
an mi cyaan believe it
mi seh mi cyaan believe it
Lawd, mi see some black bud
livin inna one buildin
but no rent no pay
so dem cyaan stay
Lawd, de oppress an de dispossess
cyaan get no res
what nex?
Teck a trip from Kingston
to Jamaica
Teck twelve from a dozen
an mi see mi muma in heaven
MAD OUSE! MA OUSE!
mi seh mi cyaan believe it
mi seh mi cyaan believe it
yuh believe it?
how yuh fi believe it
when yuh laugh
yuh blind yuh eye to it?
But mi know yuh believe it
mi know yuh believe it


By North Utsire

Aye its Grim up Noorth



I remember a winter afternoon in the dreadful environs of Wigan. All round was the lunar landscape of slag-heaps, and to the north, through the passes, as it were, between the mountains of slag, you could see the factory chimneys sending out their plumes of smoke. The canal path was a mixture of cinders and frozen mud, criss-crossed by the imprints of innumerable clogs, and all round, as far as the slag-heaps in the distance, stretched the 'flashes'--pools of stagnant water that had seeped into the hollows caused by the subsidence of ancient pits. It was horribly cold. The 'flashes' were covered with ice the colour of raw umber, the bargemen were muffled to the eyes in sacks, the lock gates wore beards of ice. It seemed a world from which vegetation had been banished; nothing existed except smoke, shale, ice, mud, ashes, and foul water. But even Wigan is beautiful compared with Sheffield. Sheffield, I suppose, could justly claim to be called the ugliest town in the Old World: its inhabitants, who want it to be pre-eminent in everything, very likely do make that claim for it. It has a population of half a million and it contains fewer decent buildings than the average East Anglian village of five hundred. And the stench! If at rare moments you stop smelling sulphur it is because you have begun smelling gas. Even the shallow river that runs through the town is-usually bright yellow with some chemical or other. Once I halted in the street and counted the factory chimneys I could see; there were thirty-three of them, but there would have been far more if the air had not been obscured by smoke. One scene especially lingers in my mind. A frightful patch of waste ground (somehow, up there, a patch of waste ground attains a squalor that would be impossible even in London) trampled bare of grass and littered with newspapers and old saucepans. To the right an isolated row of gaunt four-roomed houses, dark red, blackened by smoke. To the left an interminable vista of factory chimneys, chimney beyond chimney, fading away into a dim blackish haze. Behind me a railway embankment made of the slag from furnaces. In front, across the patch of waste ground, a cubical building of red and yellow brick, with the sign 'Thomas Grocock, Haulage Contractor'.






Video#1: Clip from The Spirit of 45 (2013, Ken Loach)
Video#2: Clip from George's Last Ride: Boys from The Blackstuff (BBC 1982, Alan Bleasdale)
Text: The Road To Wigan Pier (1937, George Orwell)
All Photography: John Bulmer

By North Utsire

Thursday, 20 November 2014

Pink Banana Smoothie

Whilst the ingredients & recipe below might seem a bit improbable, I assure you this is a delicious smoothie with a delightful energy kick. Try it! The Blood Transfusion Juice recipe was slightly different on the day so I included the variation below. 

Ingredients
1 banana
2 dried prunes
20g scoop whey protein
Massive handful spinach, cabbage or kale
200ml Blood Transfusion fresh Juice
Whizz up in the Nutribullet for 30 seconds. 

Ingredients for Juice (makes 1 litre):
1 Kg Carrot
4 Apples
2 Oranges
1 Lemon
1 Beetroot
1 Head Celery





By North Utsire

Monday, 17 November 2014

Planxty



Christy Moore and Dónal Lunny had been friends since school days in Newbridge, County Kildare, Lunny having taught Moore how to play both guitar and bodhrán. Before the formation of Planxty, Lunny had been playing in a duet with Andy Irvine after the latter's return from Eastern Europe and they had also launched their own folk club, downstairs at Slaterry's, called The Mugs Gig. Liam O'Flynn was playing in public and on the radio, and was well respected in traditional folk circles. All members were familiar with one another’s work to varying degrees, but were first brought together during the summer of 1971 to record Moore's second solo album, Prosperous, at his sister's house, in the village of the same name.

In January 1972, the four joined forces to form Planxty, recording their first single, "Three Drunken Maidens"/"Sí-Bheag, Sí-Mhór", in Trend Studios on 18 January 1972. The band performed on RTÉ's The Late, Late Show the following Saturday, and played their first show on 6 March, a 30 minute set at The Mugs Gig on a bill that included balladeer Paddy Reilly. They then assumed a weekly residency at The Mugs Gig, began rehearsing, and started playing live around Ireland.

The group's first major performance–opening for Donovan at the Hangar in Galway, at Easter 1972–was a huge success. Neither the audience nor the band knew what to expect, and both were pleasantly surprised. Irvine, unable to see the audience through the glare of the stage lights, was worried that the crowd might be on the verge of rioting. It took him several minutes to realize that what he was hearing was the expression of their enthusiasm.

"Planxty" was a word used by the classic harper Turlough O'Carolan in many of his works, and is believed to denote a tribute to a particular person: "Planxty Irwin," for example, would be in honor of Colonel John Irwin of Sligo. "Planxty" is thought to be a corruption of the Irish word and popular toast "sláinte", meaning "good health."



By North Utsire

The Bothy Band: Old Hag You Have Killed Me (1977)



The Bothies were possibly the greatest of new Irish traditional groups that arose in the seventies. Their fire and brilliance has long outlasted their three year history and the four albums they produced are prized possesions of many celtic music lovers.


In many ways they were a forerunner of the world-music groups that are with us today. Years after their demise, many still warmly recall the band's innovative mixture of traditional material and modern-style arrangements, with elements of jazz, classical and rock, all performed in a sophisticated and passionate style. [June Skinner Sawyers]

Forgotten or foot-noted in the rock 'n' roll encyclopedias they may be, but the music and inspiration of The Bothy Band is very much alive today in the memories and repertoire of almost anyone who is anyone on the Irish traditional scene. While Planxty gained a rock audience through a fresh and vigorous approach to Irish folk music, The Bothy Band did likewise with the deeper wells of Celtic tradition. [Harper]

The Bothy Band who hit for the underbelly of traditional music playing with a hard aggression not before seen. They were the ones that fired the public's imagination and one could see the number of similar bands sprouting up all over the place. [John O'Regan]



The Bothy Band: Discography
1975 The Bothy Band
1975 1976 Old Hag You Have Killed Me 
1977 Out of the Wind 
1979 After Hours (Live in Paris) 
1983 Best Of the Bothy Band
1995? The Bothy Band - Live in Concert


By North Utsire

Tuesday, 11 November 2014

A Workers' MP on a Workers' Wage

Photography: Dave Sinclair

Between 1983 and 1987 Liverpool's Labour council, then led by socialists, refused to transfer the burden of Tory government cuts, introduced by Margaret Thatcher, onto the backs of Liverpool's working people. The 'Liverpool 47' councillors adopted the slogan of 'better to break the law than break the poor', first used by the jailed councillors of Poplar in 1921.

Liverpool council -which included supporters of Militant, the Socialist Party's predecessor - was the only local authority that successfully extracted extra funding - £60 million - from Thatcher's government.

The council was never voted out, but pushed out by a combination of the Tories, the national Labour leadership (under Neil Kinnock, now a Lord), and the courts using retrospective legislation. The councillors had carried out their socialist promises, but there has been an attempt to bury the council's achievements in an avalanche of distortion.


What was achieved

  • 6,300 families rehoused from tenements, flats and maisonettes
  • 2,873 tenement flats demolished
  • 1,315 walk-up flats demolished
  • 2,086 flats/maisonettes demolished
  • 4,800 houses and bungalows built
  • 7,400 houses and flats improved
  • 600 houses/bungalows created by 'top-downing' 1,315 walk-up flats
  • 25 new Housing Action Areas
  • Six new nursery classes built and open
  • 17 Community Comprehensive Schools established following a massive reorganisation
  • £10 million spent on school improvements
  • Five new sports centres, one with a leisure pool attached, built and open
  • 2,000 additional jobs provided for in Liverpool City Council Budget
  • 10,000 people a year employed on Council's Capital Programme
  • Three new parks built
  • Rents frozen for five years

Dave Nellist, Terry Fields

Traditionally Labour conducts campaigns more as opinion polls. The canvasser is advised by 'professional agents' merely to obtain the voting intentions of the elector. Canvassers are told not to 'waste time' on Tories, Liberals, SDP, or even the 'doubtful'. In contrast, the Broadgreen campaign started off with the understanding that only through a campaign of explanation, discussion and attempting to convince people through arguments would it be possible for the seat to be won. Sometimes canvassers were asked into houses or were kept for 20 or 30 minutes on the doorsteps discussing political issues. A massive campaign of political education took place, with tens of thousands of workers understanding the issues clearly by the end of the campaign. The main demands of Terry Fields' campaign carried in Broadgreen Labour News were:

  • A crash programme of public works to build houses, schools, etc. and to provide jobs.
  • The immediate introduction of a drastically shorter working week, without loss of pay, to create jobs. This to be coupled with a national minimum wage.
  • The repeal of all anti-trade union legislation implemented by this Tory government.
  • An end to the scandal of council rents of £25 to £30 a week while the council has to pay 85p back to the money-lenders for every £1 collected in rent, and where home-buyers are having to pay the highest mortgage repayments in history.
  • These demands will be linked to the call for the public ownership of the nation's wealth and resources – democratically managed and controlled – which is being sold off by the Tories to their rich backers or invested abroad to the tune of £7000 million each year, while industry is being starved of investment.


Special leaflets were produced and appeals made to the youth and to working-class women to draw them into the campaign. A central feature of the campaign was the call for a 35-hour working week. This was official Labour Party policy but, although in the election manifesto, it was never featured by the leadership running the national campaign.There was deep scepticism as to how a Labour government would pay for its promised reforms. Moreover, many workers were searching for an explanation of the difficulties that would confront a Labour government working within the framework of capitalism.

The modern working class is more cultured than in the past, has much wider horizons because of the television and other mass media, and sees what is happening in the labour movement in other countries. Workers pointed to the inadequacies and the retreats of the French Socialist-Communist government. How would a Labour government avoid treading the same path? The right wing of the Labour Party, and also some on the left, contemptuous of the capacity of working people to understand an analysis, completely failed to give any explanation of the process at work in society.

In contrast the Marxists in Broadgreen did not restrict their campaign to a few slogans, but sought to raise the level of understanding and to prepare a bastion of working-class consciousness for future battles, no matter what the outcome on 9 June. Above all Labour's candidate, Terry Fields, never hesitated to explain that within the confined of capitalism any limited concessions won by Labour for workers could be snatched back by the capitalists at a later stage. Only a socialist planned economy, the idea of which is enshrined in Clause 4 Part IV of Labour's constitution, would eliminate the mass poverty and suffering which scars the Broadgreen constituency and Britain as a whole.

A Workers' MP on a Workers' Wage

One demand which separated Terry Fields not only from his political opponents but from other Labour candidates, was his promise to be a 'workers' MP on a workers' wage'. The slogan was displayed in thousands of leaflets and posters throughout the city. This generated colossal enthusiasm amongst workers, who were convinced that 'one of their own' would enter Parliament and would not be separated from them in his lifestyle or outlook. 

From the following books by Peter Taaffe:
Liverpool: A City that Dared to Fight, [1988]
The Rise of Militant: Militant's Thirty Years 1964 – 1994 [1995]


After being expelled from the Labour Party for the ‘crime’ of fighting valiantly for old time socialism & the people of Liverpool, Terry Fields stood alone as a socialist candidate in the 1991 election Battle For Broadgreen. A battle which he lost. Following that he opened a pub & was again in the papers for rescuing a woman from a fire at age 65. I think the phrase “working class hero” doesn’t come into it really.

I had the pleasure of meeting him during the unsuccessful 1991 Battle For Broadgreen. I was standing on the street with Terry & another campaigner, both of us breathing in the delightful smoke from his pipe, when he suddenly expectorated an impressive greeny which underwent a graceful parabolic flight and landed with a glistening splat on the pavement. We stood there for a while in the sunlight, staring at it, and with perfect comical timing, Terry Fields said: “That’s a Tory that”.
By North Utsire

Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Why We Go To School


By North Utsire

Rachmaninov, Marfan’s & Acromegaly



Russian virtuoso pianist, composer, and conductor Sergei Vasilievich Rachmaninov (1873-1943) is perhaps best known for his second, C minor, piano concerto, popularized in the films Brief Encounter (1945) and The Seven Year Itch (1955). The third, D minor, piano concerto was also popularized by David Helfgott, in the film Shine (1996). In his lifetime Rachmaninov's prelude in C sharp minor was so popular as a concert encore that even he grew to hate it. And works such as the Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini and the Symphonic Dances cemented his popularity. His technical perfection was legendary.

It was said that his large hands were able to span a twelfth (an octave and a half or, for example, a stretch from middle C to high G). However, according to the Guinness Book of Musical records, Rachmaninov could play a left hand chord of C E Flat G C G. It is one thing to play a 12th but another thing to play a 5 finger chord. It is therefore possible that he could play a 13th.


After Rachmaninov's death, the poet Marietta Shaginyan published fifteen of the apparently many letters they had exchanged between her first contacting him in February 1912 and their final meeting in July 1917. Although she had signed her letters simply "Re", Rachmaninov had fairly quickly discovered her identity. The nature of Shaginyan and Rachmaninov's relationship bordered on romantic, but was primarily an intellectual and emotional love. Shaginyan and the poetry she shared with Rachmaninov during their correspondence has been cited as the inspiration for the six songs that make up Rachmaninov's Opus 38. In 1913 she dedicated her first set of published poems, "Orientalia", to him. Sadly Rachmaninov left Russia in 1917, never to return. Their correspondence ceased at that point.

Marietta Shaginyan, portrait by Alexander Deineka,1944

“Looking back on the last eighteen months of our friendship with Rachmaninoff, on Monday, January 18 of 1916 he was playing a big concert in Moscow… The program included The Bells, the Spring cantata, the Third Concerto for piano and orchestra and an encore of the Musical Moment played by a very inspired Rachmaninoff to a raving audience…” Marietta Shaginyan writes in her diary.

Big as he was as a composer, Rachmaninoff was absolutely fantastic as a pianist. His playing was so incredibly demonic, he could make you believe everything he wanted by just playing the instrument… Like, for example, his Musical Moment that was absolutely without any precedence in world musical literature…”

The spring of 1916 was a bad time for him: first, his wife fell seriously ill and then he himself was struck by arthritis in his hand joints which tormented him for the rest of his life. Advised by his doctors to get some treatment in the Caucasus, Rachmaninoff headed to a sanatorium where he was treated like royalty living in a two-room suite complete with a baby grand

Marietta Shaginyan, who was then spending the summer in the Caucasus, came down to see Rachmaninoff and was quick to realize how bad he was. “There were tears welling up in his eyes, his voice was trailing off as he said he was no longer able to work and write on, that he would never be more than just a “well-known pianist and a mediocre composer.”

“If I had always been like this it would have been much easier for me,” he said. “The problem is, I used to be a talented young man who could write just about anything sitting down in the morning and finishing in the evening… I still feel the urge to write music but it seems I’ve lost the knack and will never get it back…”

“His voice was horrible, dead, as is spoken by an old man, his eyes had lost their sparkle, his face was gray and tortured… I was trying my best to express to him my heartfelt sympathy and unwavering faith in his huge talent, to wrap him in my faith to make him feel better. When he calmed down a bit I opened my notebook with poems and we started looking for something he could use in his love songs…”

Diary of Marietta Shaginyan


It is widely thought that Rachmaninov’s hands were a manifestation of Marfan's syndrome, their size and slenderness typical of arachnodactyly. However, Rachmaninov did not clearly exhibit any of the other clinical characteristics typical of Marfan's, such as scoliosis, pectus excavatum, and eye or cardiac complications. Nor did he express any of the clinical effects of any of the rare Marfan-related syndromes. There is no indication that his immediate family had similar hand spans, ruling out familial arachnodactyly. Rachmaninov did not display any signs of digital clubbing or any obvious hypertrophic skin changes associated with the condition.

Rachmaninov may well have been myopic rather than suffering eye complications related to Marfan's Syndrome. In 1907 in Dresden at the age of 34 he suffered disabling eye strain. He wrote that after weeks of intensive proof reading of music "my eyes are quite ruined. In doing any strenuous writing or reading the eyes go misty and the head aches badly." At first glasses were prescribed, but within weeks an ophthalmologist had specifically countermanded this and the successful treatment consisted of eye massage and the avoidance of all reading and writing by artificial light. Possibly related to this eye strain were bouts of a severe, stabbing pain in the right temple that began in Russia before the first world war and increased every year in frequency and severity until in 1921 he spent time in hospital undergoing treatment, but without success. In Russia he had always attributed these pains to eye strain and continual bending over the manuscript while composing. After leaving Russia for the last time in December 1917 he was forced by this trouble to give up composition for three years, and he found relief from it only in his recital work. Both these problems, it has been suggested, were due to difficulties of accommodation and convergence resulting from myopia. Lastly, it would appear from photographs that Rachmaninov did not use reading glasses in his 50’s and early 60’s.


His life was plagued by minor illness, which had important consequences for his musical career both as a composer and as a performer. Thus, at intervals from his mid-30s, in addition to the eye strain and headaches, he suffered disabling back pain, stiffness of the hands, arthritis, and, for a while, a strange bruising of the finger tips while performing at the piano (a microvascular fragility, it has been speculated as the result of connective tissue disorganisation arising from the syndrome), all of which seriously interfered with his work. The stoical manner in which he faced his final illness makes it unlikely that these were trivial complaints magnified by hypochondria.

Marfan’s Syndrome
Acromegaly

A tall, thin build
Long arms, legs, fingers, and toes
Flexible joints
Scoliosis
Pectus excavatum and pectus carinatum
Teeth that are too crowded
Flat feet
Stretch marks on the skin that are not related to weight gain or loss
Heart and Blood Vessel Complications
Mitral valve prolapse (MVP)
Eye Complications
Nervous System Complications
Lung Complications

Headaches
Blurred vision
Enlarged hands, feet & bone overgrowth
Swollen hands & feet
Thick, Course & Oily skin
Skin tags
Enlarged tongue, lips & nose
Dental bite disturbances
Deep voice
Enlarged sinuses
Fatigue & Weakness
Depression
Impotence
Enlarged internal organs
Enlargement of face bones
Abnormal growth of head & face
Diabetes
Coronary artery disease
High blood pressure
Arthritis
Carpel tunnel syndrome


Marfan's Syndrome: Extreme presentation
Development of facies in Acromegaly

Acromegaly has been advanced as an alternative diagnosis for Rachmaninov’s health problems. From photographs of Rachmaninov in the 1920s and his portrait by Konstantin Somov in 1925 (below) at a time when he was recording his four piano concerti, the coarse facial features of acromegaly are not immediately apparent although the Somov portrait is suggestive. However, a case can be made from later photographs.

Portrait of Sergei Rachmaninov (1925)
by Konstantin Somov; oil on canvas.
The State Russian Museum, St. Petersburg, Russia

Yet contrary to rumors of Rachmaninov’s proposed "giantism" of “six and a half feet,” his physical height is documented in repeated U.S. Immigration manifests at Ellis Island as 6'1". However, conductor Eugene Ormandy (who teamed with Rachmaninov in many piano and orchestra performances) recalled in 1979: "He [Rachmaninov] was about six feet-three. I am five feet-five and a half..." Rachmaninov's height would therefore not really be considered a physical deformity or abnormality. However, the presence of "gigantism" is not diagnostic of acromegaly. It is true that childhood pituitary tumours can cause the bones to grow which results in extraordinary limb length, but pituitary tumours & abnormalities which occur after adolescence can cause thickening of bone resulting in enlargement of the head, feet and hands only. A late- onset pituitary tumour would explain Rachmaninov's relatively modest height and change in appearance only in later photographs.


Rachmaninov's repeated bouts of depression are also consistent with a diagnosis of acromegaly. On 27 March 1897, his First Symphony was poorly received in an under-rehearsed performance conducted by an inebriated Aleksandr Glazunov. This event, from which Rachmaninov fled in horror, is said to have triggered his first major episode of depression, which temporarily brought his composing career to a standstill: ‘all my hopes, all belief in myself, had been destroyed.’ It would not be until the latter half of 1900 that he returned to composition, with the help of a hypnotist, Dr Nikolai Dahl, to whom he dedicated his Second Piano Concerto, the second and third movements of which he brilliantly performed in December of that year. His second major bout of depression began during the Second World War, when he was living near Los Angeles, probably related to worries over the safety of one of his daughters and grief over the deaths of relatives and friends in the war.

During a heavy concert schedule in Russia in 1912, he interrupted his schedule because of stiffness in his hands. This may have been due to overuse, although carpal tunnel syndrome or simply swelling and puffiness of the hands associated with acromegaly may have been the cause. In 1942, Rachmaninov made a final revision of his troublesome Fourth Concerto but composed no more new music.

In 1943 Rachmaninov became ill in the middle of a concert tour after a recital in Knoxville, Tennessee, and was admitted to a hospital in Los Angeles with a rapidly progressing melanoma. A little over five weeks later he was dead due to the disease, which is known to be associated with acromegaly. It would be possible to confirm a diagnosis by testing Rachmaninov’s relatives using genetic assay techniques. Rachmaninov had two daughters, a couple of grandchildren and a few other relatives who would be eligible for genetic testing. Up till now such a test has not been performed.

When cancer was diagnosed, he looked at his hands and whispered;
‘My dear hands... Farewell, my poor hands.’

Info: British Medical Journal, J R Soc Med, Voice of Russia.
By North Utsire