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Monday, January 7, 2019

VAN 'N STAL GEPRAAT

Over en ‘t weer (18.12.2018)
Het kouter trekt voor na voor
achter zich door de klei.
Het hobbelt en klieft, nu over, dan door
de kluiten in zijn dichterij.
De beitel schrijft, de ploegschaar splijt
haar vers waarin korrel ontkiemt,
achter het span dat gedwee verder schrijdt,
’t gewoel geduldig dient.
Het slingert alom door deze landen
van ’t godsgeschenk tsjernozjom*,
langs verstenlange akkerranden,
dit beeldige boustrofedon:
aan weerszij van ’t veld de ossen die,
‘vooruit’ als enige drang,
volharden in perfecte puntsymmetrie,
van ’t hek tot de zonsondergang.
Verzekensboer (repliek)
Hoor de gelijkenis!
't Veld wordt “beschreven”, het
vers is een ploegvoor en
humusgrond klei.
Je vleit jezelf, man, wat
jij doet is niets meer dan
kwantificerende
verskeuterij.

*Chernozem

[MCP]

NOG 'N HINGS UIT DIESELFDE STAL

[Raoul De Keyser Séjour, 2001 Oil on canvas, 71x50 cm Collection Jin SATO © Family Raoul De Keyser | SABAM Belgium 2018]

Prosper/Stil geboren

Het stille stof van versteende eeuwen
waait tussen de kieren van mijn bewustzijn door.
In de bovenkamer stapelen zich tot de nok 
vreemde ontheemde dieren
die ik allengs uit het oog verloor
en in mijn hart huist zingend het zoete verdriet
van bange, blanke aap.

Besneeuwde woorden vermogen
niets tegen de rode regen.

Maar zolang jij niet bent
klopt de lust onverminderd in mijn slapen
en pompt met de verzamelde drift van een heel continent
het vuur naar de wintergroene boom in mijn schoot.

Monday, December 31, 2018

ÁL ONS KINDERS IS IN LIEFDE ONTVANG EN GEBORE

Fanus Rautenbach vertel destyds hoe hy 'n vriendin dophou terwyl sy in die kombuis besig is om 'n skaapboud vir die oond voor te berei. Hy merk op dat sy so 'n "flap" van die boud afsny, die boud in die bakskottel en dan in die oond sit en vra haar toe waarom sy die flap afsny en sy antwoord dat haar ma dit altyd gedoen het en dat sy 'n skaapboud voorberei nes haar ma en daarom sny sy die flap af, maar kan dit nie nader toelig of verduidelik nie.

'n Ruk hierna loop Fanus die vriendin se ma weer raak, onthou van die dogter se boud en vra die ma daarna. Sy antwoord dat daar geen eksotiese kombuisgeheim betrokke is nie, behalwe dat haar kastrol te klein was en sy nie die boud met flap-en-al daar in kon kry nie en daarom het sy die flap afgesny!

"Wys jou net!" - soos Fanus altyd gesê het...

In die omgewing/samelewing waar ek en Ingrid grootgeword het - weliswaar onderskeidelik aan die Afrikaanse kant en die Engels-uitlandse kant - was die tradisie of populêre wysheid dat wanneer jy 'n lang rit per motor gaan aflê,  jy die aand tevore vroeg gaan slaap sodat jy die volgende oggend so vroeg as moontlik kan opstaan om in die pad te val.

Vir mý het dit altyd beteken dat dit eers 'n ewigheid duur vóór ek aan die slaap raak en sou ek die slaap uiteindelik vat, 'n uur-of-wat van rustelose slaap en dan vervaard wakkerskrik want miskien gaan die wekker nie af nie en wat dán!
Só val jy dan absoluut onuitgerus met krapperige, rooi oë in die pad en word allengs vaker en vaker...

Martin, ons oudste seun, trou toe met 'n meisie van Letland en verhuis na Riga, waar ons hulle gaan besoek.
Aangesien ek en Ingrid nie daarvan hou om telkens deur Ryan Air soos vee behandel te word nie en die rit na 'n bestemming vir ons al deel uitmaak van 'n avontuurlike reis, besluit ons om die 4000 km na Riga en terug per motor aan te pak.
Getrou aan die gebruik van die omgewing waaruit ons kom, begin ons dou-voor-dag met skuurpapieroë, maar tóg vol moed.

Moed wat, soos die hoop, beskaam - só 'n lang reis per motor in Europa is nie dieselfde as in Suid-Afrika nie: die pad van België af, reg Oos deur Nederland en die hele Noordelike Duitsland tot by Warschau in Pole en dan skerp Noord na Riga, is baie bedrywiger as om van Port Elizabeth af Pretoria toe te ry en toe die moegte ons in die omgewing van Olsztyn in Pole oorval, het ons langs die pad stilgehou en 'n rooibruin volmaan sien opkom en ondergaan terwyl ek vir Ingrid haarfyn uitlê hoe klaarstaan in ons basis in Mahanene gewerk het en perfek kon illustreer hoe 'n mens se oë jou bedrieg met "eerstelig".

Later die oggend moes ons noodgedwonge in Olsztyn aan die motor se koppelaar laat werk en het 'n paar dae daar deurgebring. Ek het toe die twyfelagtige voorreg gehad om Nikolaus Kopernikus persoonlik te ontmoet en aan hom te verduidelik dat hy met sy model van die universum die bal totaal misslaan - natuurlik was hy volkome uit die veld geslaan, maar hy het nie van my verskil nie...


Ná ons tweede rit Riga toe en terug, stel Ingrid voor dat ons die gebaande weë van die kondisionering verlaat en, in plaas van vroegoggend, vertrek ons vroegaand: só gesê, só gedaan.
Die volgende keer het ons terwyl dit nog lig was uit Hillegem vertrek vir die tweeduisend kilometer Riga toe en fris en vars en vrolik die toenemende donker Duitsland in getrotseer - 'n lang skof van 700 km van Wes na Oos oor die hele breedte van Duitsland.

...en dit was onlangs gedurende die tweede van hierdie eindelose nagskof deur 'n onrustig slapende Duitsland dat die insig soos die daeraad my gemoed verlig en ek wéét waarom die Duitsers twee agtereenvolgende wêreldoorloë verloor het: hulle het hulle bloedfamilie in die Zuid-Afrikaansche Republiek en die Oranje-Vrijstaat, in hulle uur van eksistensiële nood, versaak.
Indien hulle tot die Boerevolk se hulp gekom het, sou Brittanje dermate verswak gewees het dat die Eerste Wêreldoorlog nie eers sou uitgebreek het nie, vergeet van die Tweede.

Vergeet van alle ander kunsmatige, geskiedkundige verklarings - hierdie is die rede en dit bied aan die vermaledyde Duitse volk die geleentheid om hom self te verlos uit die as en skande van die geskiedenis deur sy bloedfamilie  in sy nuwe beproewing te hulp te snel in plaas daarvan om miljarde te bestee aan miljoene volksvreemdes wat die heimat besoedel.

In dieselfde omgewing waar ons grootgeword het, was die kerk en die godsdiens die hoeksteen van die samelewing ...en die hoeksteen van die kerk en die godsdiens was die geloof dat God 'n God van Liefde is - soos verklaar deur byna elke kanselkleed in iedere kerk.

Fanus Rautenbach se vertelling het dit duidelik gemaak hoe kondisionering 'n mens kan laat dwaal - 'n mens kan eintlik sê dat ons elkeen in 'n kompartement op 'n voortsnellende trein gebore word en volledig in daardie kompartement gekondisioneer en geprogrammeer word tot dit wat jy word.

Baie ingesetenes van die kompartement verlaat dit nooit nie, maar diegene wat in die gangetjie beland, kom agter dat elke rytuig uit baie kompartemente bestaan en 'n trein uit vele rytuie. Dan besef jy dat daar sprake is van 'n hele treinvrag aan verskillende gekompartementaliseerde kondisionerings en dat die toeval van jou geboorte absoluut verantwoordelik is vir die inhoud van jou kondisionering en programmering en dat God waarskynlik allesbehalwe liefde is.

'n Mens hoef maar net na die skeppingsverhaal te kyk:
hoe skep 'n liefdevolle God één, enkele planeet met lewe in 'n kerkhofuniversum van verwoeste en uitgebrande hemelliggame, maar alle lewe bestaan daaruit dat die één die ánder moet vreet - selfs plante leef spreekwoordelik in vrees en bewing daarvoor dat hulle deur mens en dier verorber gaan word; nie gepraat van prooidiere wat lewenslank in angs verkeer dat hulle deur roofdiere verslind gaan word nie. Één ding waarmee ou Charles Darwin darem nie 'n fout gemaak het nie toe hy die titel van sy boek geformuleer het nie:




...veral in die alternatiewe titel - waarom moet die lewe 'n stryd wees?
Kan die God van Liefde as Almagtige Skepper van Hemel en Aarde nie 'n ander beginsel bedink nie, of is dit 'n geval van ...

óf die God van Liefde is nie Almagtig nie, 
óf die Almagtige Skepper van Hemel en Aarde 
is nie 'n Liefdevolle God nie




  

Tuesday, December 25, 2018

RYMELARY




De oude dikhuid vliegt vandaag
weer op zijn cumulonimbusje uit
aan twee lapjes rubber doorheen't onweersblauw
twee gaswolkjes na aan twee eindjes touw.

En keek hij door de druppels omlaag,
naar binnen of uit door de speelkamerruit,
dan zag hij zoals bij zijn twee strengen vlas
een scheidingslijn lopen langs twee lengten glas.

En dat hier op aarde zoals in de hemel
de grenzen tussen rust en gewemel
figuurlijke megalozoa als wij
de ijlte in voeren, de lichtheid nabij.

[MCP  10 12 2018]

VOORTGESETTE RYMELARY

Oude scharnieren piepen een lied (Scharnierensonnet?)
In falsettonen word je welkom geheten.
Een toontje lager en je staat weer op straat.
Door een kier fluit de tocht, octaveren de spleten,
als je schuifelend door de deurposten gaat.
Een dode noot staat nog steeds genoteerd
waar een sofapoot het hout aansloeg
toen je ’t zitkamermeubel de gang binnendroeg,
maar het iets te veel op zijn rug had gekeerd.
’t Portiek brengt altijd een gelegenheidslied,
waarvan je de timbres toch door en door kent.
Ieder scharnier speelt soms eerste viool:
Glissando in lofzangen op het moment,
staccato geschater als puur vitriool
toen jij ooit je kop tegen ’t deurpaneel stiet.
[MCP 18 12 2018]

Friday, April 6, 2018

VERDERE GETUIENIS 1

The Poison in our Body Politic 372

As Porton Down now confirm, here is a straightforward lie from the Foreign and Commonwealth Office, a lie that British diplomats around the world have been promoting to foreign governments.
The key point is that the FCO knew it was lying. This was published six days after I was told by an FCO source, and published, that Porton Down scientists were refusing to say the substance came from Russia. The FCO knew this.
I have now received confirmation from a well placed FCO source that Porton Down scientists are not able to identify the nerve agent as being of Russian manufacture, and have been resentful of the pressure being placed on them to do so. Porton Down would only sign up to the formulation “of a type developed by Russia” after a rather difficult meeting where this was agreed as a compromise formulation. 16 March 2018
There has to be some kind of redress for this. If we accept that we live in a society where the public bodies that are supposed to serve us, can lie to us and to the world in order specifically to heat up a cold war, then the future is bleak. This is a direct consequence of the lack of suitable punishment for those involved in the crime of creating lies to wage aggressive war on Iraq, particularly Tony Blair, Richard Dearlove and John Scarlett. As they are not in jail, Boris is confident he will not be either.
We have learned nothing from the Iraq War experience, and what is most disheartening is that officials within the FCO and security services still do not see it as their job to prevent lies rather than to propagate them when asked by a Minister.
Here is a screenshot of a FCO video showing Laurie Bristow, British Ambassador to Russia, in Moscow telling outright lies to gathered diplomats at a briefing there. The subtitle is accurate.
I have long held the opinion that Bristow is a deeply repulsive individual with no morals or scruples. When I was sacked as British Ambassador to Tashkent for criticising Uzbekistan’s human rights record and objecting to MI6 use of intelligence from the Uzbek torture chambers, Bristow went to Tashkent after my removal to assure the Uzbeks that the UK had no interest in human rights and wished to continue “intelligence cooperation”. That somebody like Bristow can become one of Britain’s most senior Ambassadors says all you need to know about the United Kingdom today.

VERDERE GETUIENIS 2

Knobs and Knockers 787

What is left of the government’s definitive identification of Russia as the culprit in the Salisbury attack? It is a simple truth that Russia is not the only state that could have made the nerve agent: dozens of them could. It could also have been made by many non-state actors.
Motorola sales agent Gary Aitkenhead – inexplicably since January, Chief Executive of Porton Down chemical weapons establishment – said in his Sky interview that “probably” only a state actor could create the nerve agent. That is to admit the possibility that a non state actor could. David Collum, Professor of Organo-Chemistry at Cornell University, infinitely more qualified than a Motorola salesman, has stated that his senior students could do it. Professor Collum tweeted me this morning.
The key point in his tweet is, of course “if asked”. The state and corporate media has not asked Prof. Collum nor any of the Professors of Organic Chemistry in the UK. There simply is no basic investigative journalism happening around this case.
So given that the weapon itself is not firm evidence it was Russia that did it, what is Boris Johnson’s evidence? It turns out that the British government’s evidence is no more than the technique of smearing nerve agent on the door handle. All of the UK media have been briefed by “security sources” that the UK has a copy of a secret Russian assassin training manual detailing how to put nerve agent on door handles, and that given the nerve agent was found on the Skripals door handle, this is the clinching evidence which convinced NATO allies of Russia’s guilt.
As the Daily Mirror reported in direct quotes of the “security source”
“It amounts to Russia’s tradecraft manual on applying poison to door handles. It’s the smoking gun. It is strong proof that in the last ten years Russia has researched methods to apply poisons, including by using door handles. The significant detail is that these were the facts that helped persuade allies it could only be Russia that did this.”
Precisely the same government briefing is published by the Daily Mail in a bigger splash here, and reflected in numerous other mainstream propaganda outlets.
Two questions arise. How credible is the British government’s possession of a Russian secret training manual for using novichok agents, and how credible is it that the Skripals were poisoned by their doorknob.
To take the second question first, I see major problems with the notion that the Skripals were poisoned by their doorknob.
The first is this. After what Dame Sally Davis, Chief Medical officer for England, called “rigorous scientific analysis” of the substance used on the Skripals, the government advised those who may have been in contact to wash their clothes and wipe surfaces with warm water and wet wipes. Suspect locations were hosed down by the fire brigade.
But if the substance was in a form that could be washed away, why was it placed on an external door knob? It was in point of fact raining heavily in Salisbury that day, and indeed had been for some time.
Can somebody explain to me the scenario in which two people both touch the exterior door handle in exiting and closing the door? And if it transferred from one to the other, why did it not also transfer to the doctor who gave extensive aid that brought her in close bodily contact, including with fluids?
The second problem is that the Novichok family of nerve agents are instant acting. There is no such thing as a delayed reaction nerve agent. Remember we have been specifically told by Theresa May that this nerve agent is up to ten times more powerful than VX, the Porton Down developed nerve agent that killed Kim’s brother in 15 minutes.
But if it was on the doorknob, the last contact they could possibly have had with the nerve agent was a full three hours before it took effect. Not only that, they were well enough to drive, to walk around a shopping centre, visit a pub, and then – and this is the truly unbelievable bit – their central nervous systems felt in such good fettle, and their digestive systems so in balance, they were able to sit down and eat a full restaurant meal. Only after all that were they – both at precisely the same time despite their substantially different weights – suddenly struck down by the nerve agent, which went from no effects at all, to deadly, on an alarm clock basis.
This narrative simply is not remotely credible. Nerve agents – above all “military grade nerve agents” – were designed as battlefield weapons. They do not leave opponents fighting fit for hours. There is no description in the scientific literature of a nerve agent having this extraordinary time bomb effect. Here another genuine Professor describes their fast action in Scientific American:
Unlike traditional poisons, nerve agents don’t need to be added to food and drink to be effective. They are quite volatile, colourless liquids (except VX, said to resemble engine oil). The concentration in the vapour at room temperature is lethal. The symptoms of poisoning come on quickly, and include chest tightening, difficulty in breathing, and very likely asphyxiation. Associated symptoms include vomiting and massive incontinence. Victims of the Tokyo subway attack were reported to be bringing up blood. Kim Jong-nam died in less than 20 minutes. Eventually, you die either through asphyxiation or cardiac arrest.
If the nerve agent was on the door handle and they touched it, the onset of these symptoms would have occurred before they reached the car. They would certainly have not felt like sitting down to a good lunch two hours later. And they would have been dead three weeks ago. We all pray that Sergei also recovers.
The second part of the extraordinarily happy coincidence of the nerve agent being on the door handle, and the British government having a Russian manual on applying nerve agent to door handles, is whether the manual is real. It strikes me this is improbable – it rings far too much of the kind of intel they had on Iraqi WMD. It also allegedly dates from the last ten years, so Putin’s Russia, not the period of chaos, and the FSB is a pretty tight organisation in this period. MI6 penetration is just not that good.
A key question is of course how long the UK has had this manual, and what was its provenance. Another key question is why Britain failed to produce it to the OPCW – and indeed why it does not publish it now, with any identifying marks of the particular copy excluded, given it has widely publicised its existence and possession of it. If Boris Johnson wants to be believed by us, publish the Russian manual.
We also have to consider whether the FSB really publishes its secret assassination techniques in a manual. I attended, as other senior FCO staff, a number of MI6 training courses. One on explosives handling was at Fort Monckton, not too far from Salisbury. One in a very nondescript London office block was on bugging techniques. I recall seeing rigs set up to drill minute holes in walls, turning very slowly indeed. Many hours to get through the wall but almost no noise or vibration. It was where I learnt the government can listen to you through activating the microphone in your mobile phone, even when your phone is switched off. I recall javelin like directional microphones suspended from ceilings to point at distant targets, and a listening device that worked through a beam of infra-red light, but the target could foil by closing the curtains.
The point is that there were of course no manuals for this stuff, no manuals for any other secret MI6 techniques, and these things are not lightly written down.
I would add to this explanation that I lost all faith in the police investigation when it was taken out of the hands of the local police force and given to the highly politicised Metropolitan Police anti-terror squad. I suspect the explanation of the remarkably convenient (but physically impossible) evidence of the door handle method that precisely fits the “Russian manual” may lie there.
These are some of the problems I have with the official account of events. Boris lied about the certainty of the provenance of the nerve agent, and his fall back evidence is at present highly unconvincing. None of which proves it was not the Russian state that was responsible. But there is no convincing proof that it was, and there are several other possibilities. Eventually the glaring problems with the official narrative might be resolved, but what is plain is that Johnson and May have been premature and grossly irresponsible.
I shall post this evening on Johnson’s final claim, that only the Russians had motive.
Update: I have just listened to the released alleged phone conversation between Yulia Skripal in Salisbury Hospital and her cousin Viktoria, which deepens the mystery further. I should say that in Russian the conversation sounds perfectly natural to me. My concern is after the 30 seconds mark where Viktoria tells Yulia she is applying for a British visa to come and see Yulia.
Yulia replies “nobody will give you a visa”. Viktoria then tells Yulia that if she is asked if she wants Viktoria to visit, she should say yes. Yulia’s reply to this is along the lines of “that will not happen in this situation”, meaning she would not be allowed by the British to see Viktoria. I apologise my Russian is very rusty for a Kremlinbot, and someone might give a better translation, but this key response from Yulia is missing from all the transcripts I have seen.
What is there about Yulia’s situation that makes her feel a meeting between her and her cousin will be prevented by the British government? And why would Yulia believe the British government will not give her cousin a visa in the circumstance of these extreme family illnesses?