Sunday, 29 May 2011

If odd is bad...

Your Editor is not a huge fan of the UK Independence Party for a number of reasons (rejecting Parliamentary Democracy) being one. Then again I have voted UKIP on a number of occasions when I've had to, and I note their vote as a barometer of the national mood. I jettisoned dogmatism a fair few years back now and vote whenever the establishment grant me that right, usually for anti-establishment parties - and for the most part, UKIP fall into that camp. Okay, their 'civic' nationalism is a standing joke, but I believe they are rebellious enough to warrant my vote as a kick in the balls to the global/cosmo/liberal elite...

Besides, I also find UKIP leader Nigel Farage entertaining so always tune into the Idiot Box when I know he's been granted a shout. Take a look, however, at this clip from a recent edition of the BBC's Politics Show: About 4 mins and 10 seconds in Suzanne Moore remarked, when referring to the English Fens that it (or places like it) were 'a very odd place'...Okay, well what strikes one as 'odd' is up to the individual and oddity is in the eye of the beholder. But the cynic in me says that Suzanne (yes, I could be barking up the wrong tree) is referring to areas of England that are 'hidiously white' -  as Greg Dyke once said - mono-cultural, Tribal, English. Would she consider Southall, Brixton, Brighton, Leicecster or Mannigham 'odd'. I'd wager no - descriptions like 'diverse' and 'vibrant' spring to mind. Would she refer to Lahore and Dhaka as 'odd'?


Let's go a scrumpin'!
Especially for this blog's loyal Monachist readers today is Oak Apple Day - another welcome addition to tribal English identity and playing it's part in giving a nation a sense of itself. Of course, many a pub owes its name to the story. I happened to use up a few idle minutes in the Royal Oak at Lechlade, Gloucestershire, one day this week, pausing briefly before I crossed the threshold, to look up at the sign. There was Charlie grinning down at the hapless Cromwellian rascals beneath...

Saturday, 14 May 2011

Tribal vibes

I'm so bourgeois I've been listening to BBC Radio 4 for twenty years or so. This bastion of Middle England or hotbed of Marxism, depending on your point of view or mood, broadcasts some gems that have long been favourites of your editor. One such is Something Understood which I hear regularly early on a Sunday morning (hey, use the time the capitalist pigs let you and don't have one too many the night before!) Anyway a couple of weeks back one particular edition had me reaching for the volume control on my solar-powered radio. It played a song by the enchanting Anne Briggs...one that I thought I hadn't heard before, although I must have done as I've have it on an anthology of Anne's that I have owned for a decade.

I mention this because all the garbage that's marketed as talent these days is not a patch on Go Your Way, so played on the aforementioned programme. I think there's a lot to Carl Jung's theory of collective unconsciousness. They say converts are the most zealous (!) and me as a born-again Nationalist think that my long held love of (for want of a better term) British folk music is, in part, an identity thing. There's some great tunes all over the world with many different origins and influences - I value it all as a symbol of human diversity (I'm WOMAD through and through - any old codgers out there remember the Bhundu Boys?!) ...but I always did come home to my roots music. Anne Briggs sang a mixture of the 'old songs' and a few of her own compositions, of which Go Your Way is one. The fact that this song is from the Twentieth century yet sounds so old, so British Isles, is possibly evidence of some tribal meme at work here...Ah, who knows, but here it is, hope you get it:






ELECTION NEWS
Being a proud advocate of Third Position political-economic theories, Berrocscir's Banner has noted that on their first time out the Distributist English Radical Alliance (see Links section) gained a not disgraceful 145 votes in a ward in Torbay last week. Keep that Distributist flame alive, bravo!

The English Peoples Party (see this post) also gave a good account of themselves in Leicester.

The Greens have some good ideas among the insane, and they must be doing something right as they clocked up 25 gains, 54 holds and 11 losses. This equals a net gain of 14 councillors. The Greens now have 130 councillors on 43 councils. They gained 9 seats from the Tories, 8 from the LibDems and 7 from Labour. They have to be doing something right. I wish a certain nationalist party could boast the same...

The Land Party gained a few votes in Scotland, and despite their declared internationalism, Do I detect a little bit of Blood and Soil philosophy and anti-industrialism in them? Maybe something National Anarchists shouldn't have much issue with. Possibly ones to watch?

Monday, 2 May 2011

Rise again!

Belated May Day greetings to all National Anarchists, other Revolutionary Nationalists and the wider anti-globalist current. May Day is OURS - the folk. It doesn't belong to any particular ideology, movement or socio-economic group, and, without denying the validity of all the great social struggles since the rise of industrialism and before,  May Day and the collective consciousness it represents was around a long time before those anarchists in Chicago.

In England, at least, those who would deny English identity have sneered at our folk tradition. It's all an invention apparently. A concoction of Victorian nostalgia. Of course, there's a modicum of truth to this. What we are talking about here is the English folk revival of the late nineteenth and early twentieth century. There's nothing wrong with revivals. The Irish, Scottish and Welsh had them in the late eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Strangely, the anti-English seem perfectly at ease with this. "Morris dance is all made up" our detractors say. Except that a mob of Morris Men actually popped in to say "Hello" to Cecil Sharp when at his mate's house in 1899, and in doing so sparked his valued promotion of the activity. Englishmen had been prancing about like that since the fifteenth century - all Cecil did was help fan the flames.

Others have contended that folk song was all popularised for commercial gain through Broadsides by latter day Simon Cowells. Yes, these sold like hotcakes from the sixteenth century onwards, but there is no evidence of songs being written expressly  for commercial gain. They already existed, sung heartily in one locality, then sold for a penny later, further afield. Mass communication has got a lot to answer for. Look through the sleeve notes of your average folk CD (I've got a fair few of 'em - there comes a time in a man's life when his ears just aren't up to the gentle ditties of the likes of Dead Kennedys and Subhumans) Folkies love doing their homework: variants of many an English tune can be traced back 300 or 400 years, sometimes more. Even when the anti-English can justly claim "That song's only nineteenth century!" Okay, four or five generations not good enough?! We've just had a Royal Wedding. Berrocscir's Banner notes that the monarchy is a divisive subject not least within Nationalist circles. Putting that to one side, your editor's eyebrows were raised when even the conservative press were crowing: "All this pomp and ceremony is only down to the Victorians, you know!" I say again - Four, five, six generations not good enough?!

Marxists and others have also suggested that folk song has been manipulated into fitting some twee bourgeois ideal. Now, I like a good rebel song as much as the next man. There are a few in my collection with very subversive, rebellious social commentary (I still think Chumbawamba's English Rebel Songs was one of the best slices of vinyl they ever did) These songs obviously reveal the real social injustices of the day. But most folk songs are filled with gossipy subjects like love, lust, infidelity, murder and loss. Drunkeness, the working day, family crises, dashing heroes and rotten villains - usual everyday stuff like that. The stuff folk want to hear. These things can't be subverted to suit a point of view, they just are. They are common human experiences that cannot be politicised. 

Maybe it is because folk custom is by nature nationalistic and tribal, that the Left have, over the last fifty years, embraced it in order to claim it as their own. The Communist Party even had Centre 42, its own folk club and cultural centre. Why all this interest in something as insular and backward as English identity? But then the Left have always been good at dressing things up as something they are not.

Cultural revivals are exactly that - they resuscitate rather than invent. Look at the English folk tradition and you'll find that there was always something there, even if it lingered, however faintly, in folk memory before being taken up enthusiastically once more. Revivals are a reaction to rapid social change: In the past a reaction to Industrialism and more recently in opposition to multiculturalism and globalism. As far as National Anarchists are concerned both causes are good reason enough.

A growing nostalgia has been with us in England since the Victorian era. Look at the enduring appeal of suburban mock-Tudor houses. The very fact that popular architecture (despite the ghastly modernist interregnum of the 60s and 70s!) and clothing often hark back to earlier styles implies a folkish yearning for identity and tribe. Revival is a product of an instinctive anti-global urge, a rearguard action in the national collective consciousness. It is a folkish phenomenon kick-started in the community, organic and from the bottom-up. Corporate interests only get involved when such activity crosses their radar.

May Day and it's invigoration in recent years, is one such example of English cultural revival. Newly revived, our task now is to cement and preserve it.