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Antidote to the poison

Sunday, 1 July 2018 at 21:23

Flowering rifle on Dr John Dunn. A recent journey through Andalusia reminded John Dunn of the Spanish Civil War poet - Roy Campbell.

John Dunn continues a reading of the opening to Roy Campbell’s epic poem, Flowering Rifle.

So that when I approach that Red Left Lug
And honourably would discharge my plug
Of truth, the buckshot of my deadly mug,
To pepper with reality its dream—
Like an anemone, with folding seam,
Into its neck it tries to disappear,
And where it wagged the Man, he wags the ear,—
Who every time contrives to swing the lead,
When I would raise my trumpet to his head,
Though in this cud of victory that I chew
There’s balsam for the spittle of the Jew:
Since in a land where everything’s called New
That’s ready to dilapidate in two—
With “New Verse” and “New Statesman” to be new with
Alas, it’s a new newness they could do with!
All things that date the most, this label means,
To-day’s boneshakers, last night’s crinolines,
That with the latest fashion and the mode
Still to the scrap-heap point the shortest road—
So I must strive its meaning to re-New,
And stir the fossils in their rancid stew,
By showing them a thing they’ve seldom seen—
A writer who is not a dead machine
Turned out like Ford cars in a time of crisis
From Charlie-factories of Cam or Isis
And only guaranteed to run down-hill
Where failure can be headed for a spill.

Campbell introduces the wonderful metaphor of a retracting anemone to emphasise the closed ears and closed minds of the Red Left.

These minds are closed even though Campbell offers the antidote to the poison he says is being poured into the Red Left ears by the Jewish-controlled media.

Even though the Leftists read and follow the “New”, as in the example of the controlled media given, i.e. the New Statesman”, Campbell claims to offer something really new - a writer who does not turn out mindless platitudes dressed up as art and politics. In this Campbell distinguishes himself from the brain-dead products of the Oxford and Cambridge production line.

© John Dunn.

Worker not wowser

Wednesday, 27 June 2018 at 22:16

Flowering Rifle on Dr John Dunn. A recent journey through Andalusia reminded John Dunn of the Spanish Civil War poet - Roy Campbell.

John Dunn continues a reading of the opening to Roy Campbell’s epic poem, Flowering Rifle.

Where wowsers may discharge their wondrous lore
Who’ll “fight for peace,” and yet disarm for war—
This Ear, Public Convenience number One,
For all who rave or froth beneath the Sun,
Which sucks in all that’s said, or thought, or written,
And loves by Hebrews to be mauled or bitten,
Yet when I near it, gives a threatening wag,
“For Members Only” running up the flag,
Because I’ve got the future in my bag
And by the tail can swing that howling cat about,
Who live the things they only chew the fat about,
Since my existence has been lived and fought
As theirs at Oxford ready-made was bought
And in my teens I’d shed like threadbare trousers
Every experience possible to Wowsers;
I know what wrings their withers night and morn
To wish (quite rightly) they had not been born
Since of the English poets on your shelf
The only sort of “Worker” is myself,
Grown wiser in the company of mules
Than they with learned pedantries of fools,
And, since I was not sent with foreign cash,
Like some, to spread the bolshevistic rash,
Able both to explain the “Spanish Worker”
From the inside, as to expound the Shirker,
The Communist, whose bungling Left we fight
With this Right hand—in every sense the Right!

The Wowser sense of morality drives them to deprive others of their sinful pleasures. Today they would be described as the “politically correct”, or “snowflakes”.

Campbell bemoans the fact that Jews have no trouble in gaining access to the Public Convenience that is the British Ear, whilst he is blocked.

Campbell emphasises his own humble worker origins and hard experiences, in contrast to the privileged backgrounds of the Wowser products of the Oxbridge Left.

Cambell stresses that he is the true “Worker”, in contrast to the cloistered experiences of the P.C. Wowser communists.

Unlike those working to spread Bolshevism for cash, his is an honourable fight for an honourable cause. His real-life experiences mean that he understands the Spanish Worker in a way the Wowsers, with their privileged, sheltered and well-funded politico-lifestyles, never could.

© John Dunn.

Fake news

Sunday, 3 June 2018 at 20:19

Flowering Rifle on Dr John Dunn. A recent journey through Andalusia reminded John Dunn of the Spanish Civil War poet - Roy Campbell.

John Dunn continues a reading of the opening to Roy Campbell’s epic poem, Flowering Rifle.

Whose plight, electrocuted half by fear,
Must be my mandate to their Country’s Ear—
That huge spittoon of webbed and scarlet gristle,
Credulity’s Lofoden, the Niagra
Of Suction, where the lies like whirlwinds whistle,
And to uphold whose weight, a drunken staggerer
Revolving to its windmill-like career,
The Nation groans, the Atlas of its Ear!
And well might Lenin shout, such lugs to spy,
“Well-used, our Mightiest Weapon is the Lie”
With Kosher-cooked Alcazars to be blasted
As badly as the real one was devastated,
Its huge defenceless target weakly wags
And streams in tatters like a hundred flags
For all to spit in - journalists or “highbrows”
(If guaranteed no brain behind the eyebrows)
For defrocked scoutmasters and wheedling Jews
The dumb receptacle of doctored news,
Of prophesies so stubbornly perverse
That they work out inspired in the reverse,
(Like Lockhart’s Prague and Strachey’s Teruel
No sooner to be published than they fell)
And all those plans that democrats expound
To boomerang, in life, the wrong way round.

In true epic manner, Campbell evokes a metaphor of gigantic proportions. Lofoden in Norway is where the Maelstrom, the dangerous whirlpool, is to be found, which here is likened to the Nation’s ear, readily sucking in lies.

Britain is left in a drunken state with a head heavy with the lies fed into it.

British heads have been blasted by the Judeo-Communist controlled media, just like the Alcazar at Toledo, where hundreds of innocent lives were lost to a merciless Leftist assault. British heads too have been destroyed, left fit only to be spit in by journalists, academics, homosexuals and Jews, in short, by upholders of the British establishment.

And yet the lies and prophesies boomerang back upon the perpetrators when proved unfounded. Just as Strachey was wrong after Teruel,* Lockhart was wrong about the handover of the Sudetanland to Germany as a means to avoiding war.

*See earlier blog ‘Directness, rightness’.

© John Dunn.

Heroes of Comrades’ Hall

Tuesday, 29 May 2018 at 20:44

Flowering Rifle on Dr John Dunn. A recent journey through Andalusia reminded John Dunn of Spanish Civil War poet - Roy Campbell.

John Dunn continues to read the opening to Campbell’s epic poem, Flowering Rifle.

But firstly, to fulfil the boastful promise,
In my last Book, of SAYING IT WITH POMMIES,
To show I was in earnest when I spoke
And did not Dedicate them as a joke,
And though I could not say just where or when
Was certain they would flounder to my pen
Which never yet in prophecy has failed
And had them counted years before they sailed
And over lands and seas were puffed and floated
To within half a mile of where I wrote it -
Equestrian Muse of our Castilian trails,
Accept this offering (as of votive quails)
Of these three hundred Red-Necks, thrilled and caught
By prophecy, on the live wires of thought,
Brought here to learn why communists feel small
And we so perpendicular and tall
(Like a Cathedral over Comrades’ Hall)
For whom I sent the gay whip-cracking words
To round them up in flabbergasted herds,
And stretched the wire of rhyme, and switched the shock
That numbed the birdsclaws of their noisy flock -
Those scrawny fists, late screwed into a knot,
But now their manual tetanus forgot,
As with grapenuts reddening in their crops,
In Roman fashion, they salute the Wops -
Renouncing all their “Meeting”-gotten valiance,
To crawl before a handful of Italians.

Pommies,a disparaging term like Red-Necks, applied by colonials in South Africaand Australia to sun-baked Brits abroad, but applied more specifically by Campbell here to the International Brigade volunteers.

The passage again refers to the humiliating defeat of the Brigaders at San Mateo, where the communists, for all their bravado in “Meetings” at Comrades’ Hall and the like, were made to feel small and humiliated. They soon forgot the clenched fist and readily gave the Fascist salute to the Italians who rounded them up like cattle. The Italians were from the Italian Corps of Volunteer Troops that supported Franco.

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home to Tea!

Monday, 28 May 2018 at 21:04

Flowering rifle on Dr John Dunn. A recent journey through Andalusia reminded John Dunn of Spanish Civil War poet - Roy Campbell.

John Dunn continues to read the opening to Campbell’s epic poem, Flowering Rifle.

Through its brown palm as through a map of Spain
The Lucky line runs free of worldly gain
Like Tagus through the brown Castilian plain;
Inept the gadgets of the Mode to peddle,
But while a working stirrup is my treadle,
A serviceable implement enough
To rope a Calf or Red-Neck by the scruff
And treat them kindly though they cut up rough;
Whose knot of nerves, by common labour spliced,
The rope and rein for manicure sufficed,
It scorns the scarlet nail-dye of the Left
And only in dexterity is deft,
Too business-like, unladylike a fist
To tantalize a British Communist,
As found the Tomboys of the Summer Schools
At San Mateo rounded up like mules,
As if they came not here to fight and kill
But to some nudist camp of Swedish drill
With semaphores no soldier understands
First clenching fists then throwing up their hands,
And when they’re wearied of their jamboree,
Ask to be bathed and taken home to Tea!

Campbell berates the International Brigaders for their naiveté as well as their ineptitude.

Red-Neck (Campbell’s South African term of abuse for a Brit abroad, quite apart from the Leftist connotations), is mentioned in the same breath as Calf, emphasising the mild ineffectiveness of the Brigaders in the land of bullfighters.

On 13th April, 1938, at San Mateo, International Brigade volunteers faced a humiliating defeat and were easily killed or captured.

The International Brigade is likened to a Bloomsbury summer school jaunt, with all that means in terms of class and inverted sexuality. The volunteers might as well be nudists doing arm-stretching exercises for all the effectiveness they have as a fighting force.

Clenched fists soon turn to the raised hands of surrender. Campbell implies that the Brigaders had no idea of what they were fighting for and that they were treating the serious business of war as though it were a jolly boy scout jamboree.

So there we have it - Campbell’s political opponents - the Left-capitalist nexus presented as homosexual nail-dyed Bloomsbury.

© John Dunn.

Directness, rightness

Friday, 25 May 2018 at 22:00

Flowering Rifle on Dr John Dunn. A recent journey through Andalusia reminded John Dunn of Spanish Civil War poet - Roy Campbell.

John Dunn continues to read the opening to Campbell’s epic poem, Flowering Rifle.

Yet see this smuggled Right hand that I bring
The lightest feather moulted from the wing
Of our great Victory, spread from star to star,
With thunder-hackled mountains in her car,
Which all the way from Portugal to France
She inspans in her thundering advance,
Changing their fiery teams at every stage,
For new ones filled with with ever-towering rage,
And loosing these in turn to drink and gaze
The peace-calm waters and the flowery ways,
Till, last and most superb, the Pyrenees,
Snorting a fiery steam around their knees,
Shall trail her spoor of villages set free
Through waving cornfields to the Midland Sea.
By this light hand, this feather of her wing,
Had you but cared to watch the careless thing -
Just by the mere direction it was blown
This war was long predicted and foreshown -
Directness, Rightness, has that airy power,
Anticipating victory to the hour:
While Leftness fails in all, as it befell
When Strachey prophesied at Teruel.

Campbell employs the feather metaphor to show the way the wind was blowing from the start, that is, towards an inevitable Rightist victory, with its relentless advance spanning the whole of Spain, right up to the final liberation of the Pyrenean villages. The prediction had a Divine inevitability about it, in contrast to the ill-judged prophesies of well funded establishment figures such as John Strachey.

Eton educated Strachey was the paid secretary of the World Committee Against War and Fascism. He was employed by Gollanz as the commissioning editor of the Left Book Club, later to be favoured with a cabinet position in the post-war Labour Government.

Following the early Republican victory at Teruel, Strachey over-enthusiastically predicted a Red victory.

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open Right

Thursday, 10 May 2018 at 21:16

Flowering Rifle on Dr John Dunn. John Dunn resumes a reading of the opening to Roy Campbell’s epic poem, Flowering Rifle.

The plains and valleys fought upon our side
And rivers to our Victory were allied
That (loosed to whelm us and the land)
Were parted like Red Seas on either hand:
Our comrades’ blood, still conscious in their veins,
Headed the waves away with curling manes,
And swerving on both sides to let us free,
Galloped them foaming headlong to the sea -
In death still present, hand upon the reins,
Such friendship links us riders of the plains.
Nor can a clenched left fist create or fight
With the calm patience of the open Right
Nor help a needy comrade, as we see
Each time they leave their wounded, when they flee,
When to remove their numbers to the rear
Might sow the grey, demoralizing fear.

Divine intervention in support of the just cause is conflated with the superior use of topography, notably the rivers, which to the Rightists were ‘allied’. This is possibly a reference to the opening of dams as a weapon of war at the decisive Battle of Ebro by Franco’s forces. Be that as it may, lost comrades swept away to the sea are lauded, by Campbell, as heroes. The galloping riders of the plains conjures up the Reconquista knights of old.

The symbolic clenched fist reappears and is associated with the Leftist’s failings in creativity, patience and valour, in contrast to the side of the open palmed salute, which succeeds in all these attributes.

Salutes are used symbolically to compare the closed, constricted and sinister nature of the Left, with the open, honest endeavour of the Right.

© John Dunn.

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