Progress

Progress

It’s PROGRESS!!  YIPEEE!!

More complex,

More sophisticated,

More complications,

More discombobulation.

It’s PROGRESS!!  YIPEEE!!

Spend happy hours

On your phone,

Ringing up to have a moan.

The joys of changing

Annually

As prices zoom and crises loom

Regularly.

All so easy!

As the internet flutters in and out,

Phone signals fade

And battery dies.

No time to report the fault!

Listening to the asinine lady,

Lingering in the queue

Wondering what to do

To query the whats and whys.

It’s PROGRESS!!  YIPEEE!!

More complex,

More sophisticated,

More complications,

More discombobulation.

It’s PROGRESS!!  YIPEEE!!

Opher 2.1.2024

I wrote this poem while waiting in a queue to talk to someone at British Gas about a colossal bill I have just received.

So far it has taken me all morning. I’m in a queue with a repetitive piece of annoying ‘music’ and some infuriating stupid recorded woman regularly breaking in to tell me not to wait but to do the impossible on line!

I have waited for over half an hour – three times! I have got through three times and been cut off three times. I’m on the fourth call now – two hours later!!

I tried the online option. That failed.

I now have an internet failure, no house phone, a stressed state, high blood pressure and I’m sitting here while the battery on my phone drops steadily, waiting…. Waiting…… waiting…….

That ‘tune’ is driving me mad. The voice breaking in to tell me to do things on line and asking me how they can help, is even worse.

Life used to be easy!!

We have moved house and have to wrap up every service and reopen new ones. The complexity is enormous. Every one of them seems to have a glitch that requires time and incessant queueing.

Madness!!

Poetry – From there to here in a breath – change and progress

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From there to here in a breath

I was recalling the tales told to me by my grandmother. She saw the first cars and the space shuttle. She talked of the first planes made of paper, wood, wires and a propeller that crawled across the skies.

My mother talked of children playing in the streets without shoes, having their feet bound in rags for winter; of people being sewn into their clothes for winter.

I remember the milk and coal being delivered by horse and cart, the man coming round to light the street gaslights.

In the sixties the first computers the size of rooms running on cut-out cardboard.

Will there ever be a time when things have changed so much?

For centuries people went on doing things in the same old way. The pace of life was slow and change unheard of. Then the industrial revolution, invention and capitalism; the speed increased. It was all about progress – which basically meant someone making money. The rate of change has been stupendous. You blink and the world has changed.

Is it good?

 

From there to here in a breath

Form horse and cart

To space shuttle.

From dirt road

To motorway.

From stretched paper,

Line and prop

To turbojet.

From gaslight

To electrical appliance.

From unshod feet

To fashion shoes to throw.

From the soils of the earth

To the dust of the moon.

From an early bed

To late night TV.

From starving children here

To starving children there.

From one war

To a host more.

From a switchboard

And black Bakelite phone

To text and go.

From a letter on a horse

To an email.

From a reference book

To Wikipedia.

From a village

To the world.

It’s a long way to travel

In a single life.

 

Opher 18.4.2014

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Jeremy Corbyn – Equality, Prosperity, Fairness, Caring, Passion, the Environment, and no spin, no corporate politics. What’s not to like?

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I can hear the Tory Media spinning that it’s a step back to the past. I can hear them saying that he’s too left-wing.

It seems to me that the real step back into the past has been the anti-union policies, the victimisation of the poor and the supporting of the greedy and selfish.

The poor have been paying for the sins of the rich. Austerity hits the bottom. The rich are still getting their multi-million pound bonuses while we suffer pay freezes, pension loses, zero hours contacts and disability cuts.

The world continues to destroy the environment and augment war, hatred and inequality.

This is not a step back into the past – it’s a step forward to a new way of doing things!

I feel the energy! It’s called hope!

Listening to my old Grandma.

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Listening to my old Grandma

My Grandma is long dead but she lived to the fine old age of ninety six. She was born in 1890s and so saw the most amazing changes.

I remember sitting down with her while she reminisced. It was extremely salutary. I was entranced.

As a young girl she had played in the streets. They were untarmaced mud and compacted dirt with ruts made by carts. The transport was horse-drawn or steam train. There were no cars. There was no electricity or running water and only outdoor toilets. The house was heated with a single coal fire in an open grate.

She had watched the first planes, made of string and paper (as she put it), crawl across the skies. She saw the first cars bump along the rutted streets. She lived through two world wars and saw her husband and sons go off to fight for God and Country.

Back then the class system was firmly in place. The poor were poor, the middle class were a little better off and the bosses and aristocracy lived in the mansions. Down her street there was great poverty with families not having money to buy food for the children. Kids were sewn into their clothes for the winter to prevent them developing chills. Some could not afford shoes. Infant mortality was high. Every family lost children to disease induced by poor sanitation, malnutrition, cold and damp and disease. She’d lost a child.

She’s seen a different world come into being. Following the wars the Labour Trade Union movement achieved better standards of pay and conditions, the standard of living for ordinary families rose. Cars, televisions, telephones and computers became standard fare for working families. There was welfare for those on hard times. People could take holidays and travel.

The roads were tarmaced, there were millions of cars, and the pace of life was faster.

The churches emptied and people were openly critical of those in power. They no longer ‘knew their place’. They spoke their mind and were not content to be kept down. The class system was weakened. It was no longer ‘God, King and Country’. They questioned the policies and wisdom.

Technology brought electricity, machines, refrigerators, washing machines, dishwashers, hoovers and hot water that transformed the drudgery of life. However my Grandma still had her weekly wash and boiled her linen (and sometimes curtains and other items) in a huge copper on the stove. Heaven knows how she managed to do that into her old age.

Women became more educated and entered the professions. They weren’t content to be mere housewives.

My Grandma was incredulous that in her lifetime there had been a change from bi-planes made of wood, paste and lacquered paper to space-stations and space-craft that could go to the Moon.

The social changes were even more dramatic.

I doubt that we will ever see such spectacular changes again.

It is hard to believe that for centuries very little altered. People went along in much the same way their parents and grandparents had done. They wore similar clothes, had similar jobs requiring similar skills and led a life that was much the same as those of generations before. In the 20th Century that changed. The speed of change has been continuous. Our children live in a totally different world. The world of 2015 would have seemed like science fiction to my 1950s self. I could not have imagined it. Computers, mobile phones and the internet would have seemed far-fetched.

My Grandma used to remark that she did not think all this ‘progress’ made anyone happier.

Now the divide is between the ways the West lives and the impoverished lives of many in the third world. Perhaps that is the next revolution?

What world, or should I say solar system, will our grandchildren think of as normal?

 

5.9.2015

Poetry – Progress – a poem of despair at the stupidity.

We are currently over seven billion strong and heading for ten. We are consuming land, forest and fresh water in an inexorable, escalating greed.

Our journey is guided by those who stand to make the most. It is profit before sanity in an ever increasing rush for wealth. Greed and selfishness rule. Wars are waged, people exploited and jungles and animals sacrificed.

Where will it end?

There is an inevitability about the end.

That is the game we are passing down to our children. Yet everything is sport and distraction to take your mind off the stench in the air.

We put on the designer clothes, don the make-up, douse ourselves in perfume, consume the alcohol and head for another mindless night. Who knows – we might get lucky?

We could pull.

But hey – we are all being pulled!

PROGRESS

This is the age of progress when no minutes are the same

Crashing through the global wastes as we play the game.

Possession is the mandate and ownership the key.

Seven billion strong and striving on

When what is really owned

Is you and me.

 

In the world of progress the planet’s a car boot sale.

We are all hunting for bargains and doing very well.

And who’s to tell the mother not to kill for her child.

Wrestle the land and make a stand

Fencing bush to make it safe

Managing the wild.

 

Five TVs is progress;

A car and house and wife

DVDs and mortgages,

Safety through this life.

 

We consume the labels and go playing status games

Nature in its reservations to sell for business aims.

And those that own the most are setting all the rules;

Ethics and morality, leisure banality,

Managed for our consumption –

Making us the fools.

 

Torture still has its place and war still has its day,

Vying for the power to control the market play.

We can all win a fortune and be part of the elite.

Who cares for the species, the water full of faeces?

The air, the land

Packaged oh so neat?

 

What eyes guide us through all this possession

With promises of ownership towards consumer heaven?

What rights can one man have in the midst of seven billion?

And is there any meaning? On this journey leaning

To religion and politics

As we make another million?

 

Progress has a virus

Implanted in our cortex deep;

Within our genes a callous killer

Feed us nightmares in our sleep.

 

I leave my children to control, in a candy cotton world,

Guided by the unseen eyes as the future does unfurl,

Fighting rearguard actions to find a better way,

Where progress won’t mean egress,

And diversity can thrive

To make a better day.

 

Opher 3.8.00