Orwell once wrote that “intellectual honesty is a crime in any totalitarian country; but even in England it is not exactly profitable to speak and write the truth.”
Author: Fenek Solère
“The more it changes, the more it’s the same thing”—Jean-Baptiste Karr, Les Guepes (The Wasps), 1849
You can call me a cynic but I think I have lived through this situation before. I have no previous experience of precognition and can make no claims to being a prophet, but something tells me I know how this will all play out. (more…)
Anti-Semitism’s Deep Roots in the British Labour Movement
“Their agenda is to obtain the conquest of the gentile world!”—Mariatu Conteh, Labour Party activist
There is a long and healthy tradition of skepticism and suspicion about the true motivations and intentions of the organized Jewish community within Britain’s labor movement. Indeed, during English socialism’s formative years, Jews were often equated with exploitative capitalism. (more…)
Listen, there’s a poem, it speaks in the voice of England’s past like a flame beyond the language of the living. It’s more than a thousand years old and yet it still speaks to us. It’s called Beowulf.
–Michael Wood, Professor of Public History at the University of Manchester
London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared and battle come down
–The Clash (1979)
Forty years ago this month, the punk poet Joe Strummer penned his apocalyptic lyrics, heralding a step-change in the ongoing culture war that has dogged Britain for decades and reduced our nation’s capital city to a multiracial melting pot akin to the Tower of Babel. (more…)
“Time is water and the Venetians conquered both by building a city on water, and framed time with their canals. Or tamed time. Or fenced it in. Or caged it.” (more…)
“The Christian fear of the Pagan outlook has damaged the whole consciousness of man.”
–D. H. Lawrence
Mist gathers over the burial mounds rising above the river Deben. A sparkling waterway threads through the heart of the Anglo-Saxon kingdom of the East Angles. (more…)
The Unknown Soldier:
Geoffrey Bache Smith, Tolkien’s Inspiration
Dark is the world our fathers left us,
Wearily, greyly the long years flow,
Almost the gloom has hope bereft us,
Far is the high gods’ song and low:
Sombre the crests of mountains lonely,
Leafless, wind-ridden, moan the trees;
Down in the valleys is twilight only.
Twilight over the mourning sea;
Time was when earth was always golden,
Time was when skies were always clear;
Spirits and souls of the heroes olden,
Faint are cries from the darkness, hear!
“We come from different backgrounds, different races, and we came together with one goal . . . I really hope that we’ve done that for South Africa . . . We can achieve anything if we pull together as one.”
I gotta admit that I’m a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I’m just being used.
–“Dogs,” Animals, Pink Floyd (1977)
In this documentary, Roger Waters constantly struts about the stage like an aged and anorexic Richard Gere, his spindly arms held defiantly aloft in a clichéd clenched-fist salute of solidarity with the people. (more…)
I believe I am from the light, whereas other people are from the dark.
— Annie Haslam, lead singer of Renaissance
The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (1880)
I first heard her name whispered over cocktails at the Decabrist bar on St. Isaac’s Square in St. Petersburg. Some of my friends had been hanging out with sound engineers from the Assault and Battery 2 Studio in northwest London, (more…)
Some people think football (soccer) is a matter of life and death. I don’t like that attitude. I can assure them it is much more serious than that.
Let me make this very clear, Mr. Sassoli. You have no right to go and speak to the UK Speaker of Parliament, having conversations that are directly interfering in our domestic politics. (more…)
. . . and there was great slaughter on either side. There were killed King Harold, and Earl Leofwine his brother, and Earl Gyrth his brother, and many good men. And the French had possession of the place of slaughter . . .
— The Worcester Manuscript of the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle
Let’s steal some stars
For Avalon . . .
Let’s make a quest
Quest for finger cymbal and gong
— Tyrannosaurus Rex, “Stones for Avalon” (1969)
The Revolutionary Army of the Infant Jesus:
Rhapsody & Repertoire
We have always been concerned with the sacred or – perhaps more accurately – the loss of the sacred. We are searching for its echoes and traces which are scattered and hidden in surprising and forgotten places.
Do not train children to learning by force and harshness, but direct them to it by what amuses their minds . . . The purpose of education is to give to the body and to the soul all the beauty and all the perfection of which they are capable . . . If a man neglects education, he walks lame to the end of his life.
The Counter-Currents 2019 Fundraiser
We are Dissidents
Our goal this year is to raise $100,000 in order to expand our efforts to build a metapolitical vanguard for White Nationalism. So far, we have received 393 donations totaling $56,422.79. (more…)
Then he started to count. Calm and unhurried. But it was like trying to count all the trees in the forest, those arms raised high in the air, waving and shaking together, all outstretched towards the nearby shore. Scraggy branches, brown and black, quickened by a breath of hope. All bare, those fleshless Gandhi-like arms. (more…)
Part 3 of 3
God save the Queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
A potential H bomb
God save the Queen
She’s not a human being
and There’s no future
in England’s dreaming
— The Sex Pistols
Part 2 of 3 (Part 1 here)
“I pondered all these things, and how men fight and lose the battle, and the thing that they fought for comes about in spite of their defeat, and when it comes turns out not to be what they meant, and other men have to fight for what they meant under another name.”
— William Morris, A Dream of John Ball, about the very first English Peasants’ Revolt against an alien elite
Part 1 of 3 (Part 2 here)
(The title comes from De Excidio et Conquestu Britanniae, a work written by the monk Gildas the Wise in the sixth century AD.)
While bumptious Boris leads a Tory bounce in the polls, Little Englander Brexiteers seem to have finally had their way, and the civic nationalists wear their molded-plastic Union Jack hats and wave their paper-thin flags with pride. (more…)
I loved her from my boyhood – she to me
Was as a fairy city of the heart
Rising like water-columns from the sea.
— Lord Byron
The cupola of St. Mark’s basilica glows against the midnight-blue sky as I follow in Monet’s wake, sailing on a bobbing gondola that is being showered by flickering light, reflecting outward across the windless lagoon through medieval arched windows. (more…)
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.
— From Dylan Thomas, “In My Craft and Sullen Art”
Money, it’s a hit
Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit
— Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon (1973)
It was not without a deep sense of irony that I recently came across Guardian columnist George Monbiot’s revealing article entitled “Dark money lurks at the heart of our political crisis,” a piece of investigative journalism that claims to provide an insight into the machinations of those who use cash to influence political outcomes. (more…)