REWRITING THE LAWS OF THE UNIVERSE?

So, will this news on Neutrinos, those unseen particles streaming through us all the time, rewrite the ‘laws’ of physics?! It may be one of those monumental discoveries that, over the sweep of time, proves that science’s goalposts constantly shift, to take in the truly extraordinary nature of life, perception and reality. That we only opperate within working models of life, useful or convenient maps, and often they can become remarkably distorted.

Neutrino particles fired at a receptor recently seemed to arrive in impossible quick time, namely faster than that ultimate speed – the speed of light. Perhaps it should remind everyone we are in need of a little illumination, but Phoenix is trying to resist being a bore.

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‘Love is the final metaphor of sexuality. Its cornerstone is freedom: the mystery of the person.’

Octavio Paz

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ONE FOR THE POET’S SWEATSHOP

Stop talking melancholy rubbish, drop the silly past and flutter Pheonix, do some boxing, don’t be boxed, and don’t seek respect where there is none, or any positive but the future!

Reluctance

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question “Whither?”

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?

Robert Frost

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PHOENIX ARK PRESS RELEASE

Phoenix Ark Press are having a rethink and perhaps a redesign too, over the best kind of decent speech and stories, its origins and hopes and where it goes from here.

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RETURNING PHOENIX ARK PRESS TO POSITIVE ENERGY

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OF WRITERS AND EDITORS

Of course I think the invasion of privacies is an awful thing. It is why splits, in relationships, marriages and so on can become a war zone of loyalties, especially over friends. It was also one of the reasons I had such difficulties with a ‘best friend’ and author when, among an arena of friends, he started breaking my personal confidences. Everything is context, and any author is obliged to have a public profile, but when you hear things about your private life being discussed too, from your own agent, when you had held privacies and tenderness rather deep, you can suddenly find yourself in the most awful place of personal invasion, with no defence whatsoever. It can be rather terrifying, as imagination runs riot, and I was always too prey to judgements and opinions. Some defence of that deepest, most wounded place can become ferocious. Others may gloss any seriousness, in terms of ‘oh we’re all going through it’, when I didn’t know what they were going through, and perhaps that is humanly true, but rarely do people know the hinterland, or can actually stand in other’s imaginative shoes. What may be water off a duck’s back for one person, can become emotional life or death for another, and shame is a real mark of failure.

Very much without any angry search-light of blame, a book, especially fiction and fantasy, is also a place of potentially massive personal invasion. Because a writer is putting themselves into their work, putting themselves on the line emotionally, and hopefully any real judgement or exposure of that only comes on finishing a writing journey, and testing it on ‘the world’. In fact, no author can afford to ask for too much help from any editor, because no editor should be expected to carry the weight of getting any book right. Trust, yes, guidance yes, a good sounding board, but not too much responsibility. It is why a writer cannot really drop the ball, but also why the right flow has to be in place at the very start of a project, in either the hope or knowledge that an author can get through. Sometimes things are actually just situational, without being anybody’s fault, but what is really worth doing at all, without peace, without happiness all round, without the right spirit? There is also considerable difference between an almost completed work and a commissioned work too, but blocked energy, personal or creative, can and does spill out in many ways. Many very wrong ways. Yet equally, people can in fact lose a capacity for relationship, for very particular reasons.

Martin Amis called a novel a physiological act too, not just the assumption you will or even can deliver the goods, ‘we paid the money now where’s the product?‘, and sometimes it can be a rather dangerous exercise. Perhaps there are no exact rules, but surely any author of standing, or especially experience of big books too, is the very person who knows or hopes for the right conditions needed. ‘Gnothi Souton’ was the prescription over the gates of hell though, ‘Know Thyself’, and anyone of real responsibility does hold their life, work and reputation in their own hands. For writers poised between living to the full, and living outside experience, so commenting too, it can be awful if the waters of life flow away and they just don’t know why or how to stop it, but watch in horror. But as grief is a journey inside, forcing a difficult communication with the outside world, and often making people drop every day responsibility, so too is a novel a journey inside, sometimes deep into ‘the past’, or possible futures, a journey through everywhere. I know how a project can consume completely, making my life jumble around me, until it’s done and balance is restored.

If the journey of Phoenix Ark Press, so grandly headlining itself The Storyteller’s Publisher, is a kind of story, or if a blog is a kind of published book, even happening in realtime, hopes, feelings and intentions change, as they change for all of us. There are other writers here, if I ever coax them back, but perhaps a danger is a blog becomes like a novel written into the wrong place again. Fiction must be careful of getting too close to fact, because fiction is a vital translation of ‘reality’. The first advice I always gave to younger writers though was be ambitious, and the greatest drive of inspiring fantasy is surely towards very happy or startling endings. But it does take love to write a book, balance, safety, good energy and the right intentions, so always begin again, and again, with good and inspiring intentions, if you can. I never used to talk about myself much as a younger man, very selfish business anyway, while a great lesson for me is to put my command of language and scope of feeling into good books, while really learning how to be silent, straight and peaceful in reality. But there’s something else Jonathan Franzen said about writing, namely write as if you are just talking to a friend. Perhaps I’ll add a friend you are allowed to be angry with, sometimes, but wish you had never lost. I now understand the seriousness of the frown on the face of a powerful publisher I met in New York once, at a party, yet think nothing is inevitable and perhaps we also create the culture as we experience it, in fear, forgiveness, generosity or in courage.DCD

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STARCROSSED

There is rather a good little novel, by the ferocious AA Gill, ex alcoholic, squeaky voiced wordsmith, Master of The Sunday Times and fielder of ‘The Blonde’, called Starcrossed. It is about a failing poet, who has had enough, and goes for the sexy offices and warm thigh-ed success of a famous Celeb. The problem is, as the writing at times rises to real poetry, or real literature, in trying to be a best-selling money spinner, it exemplifies the very thing it half bemoans, and is the failure of poetry. Come the modern world, the tie-in and the careful brand. Martin Amis did it just as cleverly in his little short story satire about a writer making a fortune selling Sonnets to Hollywood, while a sci-fi author is struggling with his heart, mind and soul in his impoverished garret. He ended up moving to France, in disgust at ‘culture’. There is no money in poetry, and there was, or certainly glory, look at pop star Byron, but there is always positive work for the struggling soul! Maybe a singer will come along and let me write lyrics.

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TIME IS NOT

The ceremony in the Memorial Garden in London, for the 67 British Victims of 9/11 was wonderful. The simple reciting of names, real lives, not the terrible, frightening image of burning or falling towers, real families, laying single white roses. One name recited in the name of Allah too, the playing of Auld Lang Syne and The Last Post. The reading too of Henry Van Dyke’s poem inscribed in the Memorial Sundial.

Time is..

Too Slow for those who Wait
Too Swift for those who Fear
Too Long for those who Grieve
Too Short for those who Rejoice
But for those who Love
Time is not.

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9/11

A post dedicated to Dinah, in Texas, because we may be grumpy, but we don’t forget friends.

After so much re-examination and seeing the photos of survivors and the fallen at 9/11 in the Sunday Times Magazine, Phoenix Ark Press want to remember the people inside, and the lives touched and harmed in so many unseen ways. We pray some other moron doesn’t try and ‘commemorate’ today with more horror and fear. Sometimes war is necessary too, the fight against evil or for freedom, but nothing is an absolute and be careful where the rage is directed and how. One of the most moving things about the 7/7 attacks in London was just the silence of Londoners, in Parliament Square, on balconies across the city, just standing side by side, to resist together. The way the War on Terror has been operated, and used as a catch all too, to mask the real movements of money and power, has many deep flaws and generates much fear. It is the principles of freedom you stand by that truly matter, not the force you use or the rules you break, and even the Arab Spring suggests one man’s terrorist is often another man’s freedom fighter. Fear itself is one of the first things you have to fight inside yourself too, because it has a natural escalation and is corrosive.

Did the philospher Francis Fukayama make a grave mistake when he wrote his thesis on The End of History though, believing in the final triumph of the Nation State and Liberal Democracy? We seem to have been in shock ever since. The world, like history, never stops turning, but those liberal values are right and must be defended. With the proviso that we understand we are on a completely interconnected planet, man, animal and biospheres, and must all wake up to it. No freedoms without responsibilities, no rights without awareness, no power without connection, and as little as possible – ‘them’ and ‘us’. To commemorate 9/11 too then, with a full knowledge of how sad and terrible it was, some other events in History, on 11th September. If you look at those ‘Today in History’ websites it is interesting how many of them are American, and so of course see the world from that perspective. So many things have happened and are happening all the time, and actually, in a dating perspective, time zones have shifted too, especially with the arrival of The Gregorian calendar, so those dates, at least the further back you get, are not exactly right either, but it makes you think. Like that song from the Flaming Lips though, that Phoenix have blogged before, today of all days, perhaps we also need a love song for the human and the beauty of nature too. There’s a power and a burning love and light in all of us if we find the courage to reconnect, and do not swallow the dark, the loneliness and the hurt.

THE FLAMING LIPS
One, two, three, four
Do You Realize – that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize – we’re floating in space –
Do You Realize – that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize – that everyone you know someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes – let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It’s hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don’-go down
It’s just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

2010 Pastor Terry Jones announces that the Dove Outreach Center will not burn the Koran, ‘not now, not ever’
2010 The Medal of Honor is awarded for the first time since the Vietnam War; U.S. Army Staff Sergeant Salvatore Giunta in Afghanistan
2001 19 Islamist terrorists hijack four commercial jets, killing nearly 3,000 in New York, Virginia and Pennsylvania
1995 Soyuz TM-22, lands
1992 Hurricane Iniki hits Kauai Hawaii; 3 die and 8,000 injured
1991 14 die in a Continental Express commuter plane crash near Houston
1988 1/3 of population argues for Estonia autonomy
1988 Sports Aid – jogging to feed the world
1987 Shoot out at Jean-Bertrand Aristides’ church in Haiti, 12 die
1986 President Mubarak receives Israeli premier Peres
1986 U.S. performs nuclear test at Nevada Test Site
1986 Dow Jones Industrial Avg suffered biggest 1-day decline ever, plummeting 86.61 points to 1,792.89. 237.57 million shares traded
1983 U.S.S.R. performs nuclear test at Semipalitinsk, Eastern Kazakhstan U.S.S.R.
1980 Chile adopts its constitution
1973 Chile’s President, Salvador Allende, deposed in a military coup
1969 U.S.S.R. performs nuclear test at Semipalitinsk, Eastern Kazakhstan U.S.S.R.
1967 French president De Gaulle visits Poland
1967 Indian/Chinese border fights
1967 U.S. Surveyor 5 makes 1st chemical analysis of lunar material
1966 France performs nuclear test at Muruora Island
1965 Beatles’ “Help!,” album goes #1 and stays #1 for 9 weeks
1961 Bob Dylan’s 1st New York performance
1959 Congress passes a bill authorizing food stamps for poor Americans
1958 Great Britain performs atmospheric nuclear test at Christmas Island
1952 West German Chancellor Adenauer signs a reparation pact for Jews
1951 Stravinsky’s opera “Rake’s Progress,” premieres in Venice
1951 Florence Chadwick becomes 1st woman to swim English Channel from England to France. It takes 16 hours and 19 minutes
1946 1st mobile long-distance car-to-car telephone conversation
1944 Franklin D. Roosevelt and Churchill meet in Canada at 2nd Quebec Conference
1944 U.S. 5th pantzer division is 1st to enter nazi-Germany
1943 Allied arm forces conquerors Salerno
1943 Jewish ghettos of Minsk and Lida Belorussia liquidated
1943 Last German Q/pirate ship sinks near Easter Island
1943 U.S. and Australian troops join in Salamaua, New Guinea
1942 Transport nr 31 departs with French Jews to nazi-Germany
1941 Franklin D. Roosevelt orders any Axis ship found in American waters be shot on sight
1941 Charles Lindbergh, charges “British, Jewish and Roosevelt administration” are trying to get U.S. into WW II
1940 Hitler begins operation-Sealion (invasion England)
1939 Iraq and Saudi Arabia declare war on nazi-Germany
1930 Stomboli volcano (Sicily) throws 2-ton basaltic rocks 2 miles
1926 Spain leaves League of Nation due to Germany joining
1923 ZR-1 (biggest active dirigible) flies over New York’s tallest skyscraper, Woolworth Tower
1922 British mandate of Palestine begins
1919 U.S. Marines invade Honduras
1914 T Handy publishes “St. Louis Blues”
1909 Max Wolf rediscovers Halley’s comet
1900 President Kruger crosses border with Mozambique
1881 Triple landslides bury Elm, Switzerland
1831 Charles Darwin meets with Captain Fitzroy at Plymouth
1773 Benjamin Franklin writes “There never was a good war or bad peace”
1741 Queen Maria Theresa addresses Hungarian Parliament
1714 French and Spanish troops under duke of Berwick occupy Barcelona
1709 Battle at Malplaquet: England/Austria/Dutch Great Alliance beat France
1697 Battle at Zenta: Prince Eugen van Savoye beats Turkish superior power
1649 Massacre of Drogheda-Cromwell kills 3,000 royalists
1645 Thomas Fairfax’ New Model-army occupies Bristol
1557 Catholic and Lutheran theology debated in Worm
1297 Battle at Stirling Bridge, Scottish rebel Wm Wallace beats English
813 Charles the Great crowns Louis I emperor

The image of the WTC is a public domain photo from Wikepedia

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Auden lived in Greenwich Village, but like everything the village had changed when I went and all the writers had shipped to Brooklyn. I forgot how many here still linked to that generation, one removed from mine, think Auden was a scoundrel because he left for America on the eve of European war, and his face turned into a version of a very well lived in poodle, but Some Like it Hot and nobody’s perfect. His famous younger man’s take ‘love one another or die’ he later changed to ‘love one another and die’ though, to express a certain harder faced reality. He may have underestimated the importance of why perhaps myths are created and repeated, raised above the level of ordinary storytelling to become universal guides and warnings. Carl Jung, when he had walked beyond his own understanding sat down to play again, and rediscover his personal myth. Oh dear, don’t drift into the appalling snow, and ‘love’, such a simple thing, is just the good door to a well lived life and to equally vital sources of happiness – making things happen – money, success, friendship, creativity, meaning and being useful. As for Auden he could be very bleak, not a person remaking the world, but he was a phenomenal poet.

As I Walked Out One Evening
by W. H. Auden

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
‘Love has no ending.

‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,

‘I’ll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

‘The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.’

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
‘O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.

‘In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.

‘In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.

‘Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver’s brilliant bow.

‘O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you’ve missed.

‘The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

‘Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.

‘O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.

‘O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.’

It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.

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