tirsdag den 16. november 2010

Dansk Folkeparti : Pushing The Wrong Buttons And Getting Away With it All The Same



Associating minority groups with everything that's going wrong in society is nothing new. The insinuation by The Danish People's Party of there being no free food left in hospital waiting rooms due to the large appetite of foreign immigrants should therefore come as no surprise. (See original article http://politiken.dk/indland/ECE1107381/df-indvandrere-tager-din-saft-og-kage/)


What is shocking, however, is the fact that the Danish People's Party is the third largest party in this country. where do all the votes come from and does this reflect something rather upsetting about a nation that prides itself in liberal, egalitarian virtues? The notion of there being such extensive support for a party that has made no attempt to hide its scorn and contempt for foreign nationals living on Danish soil is a troubling prospect indeed. The severity of it all is emboldened by the fact that Denmark doesn't actually have that many immigrants compared to other European nations and the rate of immigration into the country is considerably below the EU norm. The Danish people's party has however, made every attempt to magnify and exaggerate the issue of immigration, likening it to an attack on the virtues and traditions of the nation, in keeping with the traditions of most right-wing movements.

Just over half a century ago a certain minority group in European society were directly and deliberately linked to the problems and predicaments of the time. The results of this persecution were catastrophic to say the least, yet fast forward the hand of time to modern day European society and the notion that history repeats itself may indeed seem rather plausible. The rise of far-right parties in Europe over the last five years is as alarming as it is deplorable. The British National Party recently gained representation in the European parliament whilst the French National Front continues to increase its influence in everyday French politics. In The Netherlands, Geert Wilders' anti-Islamist Party For Freedom has equalled the the Danish People's party in becoming the third largest political party (as of the 2010 general election) For a party that is only five years old, such exponential growth can only be described as remarkable, yet again the question as to what this reflects about the attitudes of a nation comes to prominence.

The tactics of the aforementioned far-right political parties seek, in no uncertain terms, to instill a fear of the unknown amongst the citizens of Europe by tactically cultivating associations between the problems of a nation and the immigrants within it. Immigrants are portrayed as being problematic, destructive and threatening to the fundamental ideals of the nation thus prompting a fear of everything foreign and a melodramatic affection for nationalist morals and only nationalist morals.

To all those who continue to vote for the far right, what you fear is not out there amongst the immigrants of whom you know absolutely nothing about, it is nowhere else than within you, in the caverns and crevices of your conscience that you dare not venture into. Your fear is essentially the fear of the unknown, the fear of not being part of the nationalist zeitgeist that you believe to be your safety net, the fear of being an individual capable of rational and independent thought. Truth however is prevalent construct even amongst those in denial; perhaps the culprit responsible for the problems of modern day Europe is none other than the foreigner staring at you in the mirror.



lørdag den 13. november 2010

Sensation, oh how I've missed you so








Sensation Sensation Sensation! It’s been a long year but here we are yet again, destined to meet in the eternity of white yonder! How I’ve missed you! In years gone by I made a pilgrimage over hundreds of kilometres, across an entire nation to see you. Last year I transcended to a higher level of purpose through you and with you. This year, I come to you from the pinnacle of my swishing dreams, ready to share my happiness with you and to hear of your progress. Long live the night! I’m ready to leave the world behind me and let love take over!

What is Sensastion White might you ask?

Sensation is an large indoor dance event that originated in the Netherlands. The original event ran exclusively in Amsterdam for a period of five years up until 2005. Today, the Sensation concept has been proudly exported to other nations such as Chile, Belgium, Germany, Poland, Hungary, Czech Republic and Denmark.

Sensation was originally a trance event but in later years it has become a pure house music affair. All attendees are required to wear white and the arena in which the event is held is elaborately decorated to match Sensation’s themes. This year sees Sensation make a return to Denmark for the third year running after a successful debut in 2008 and a solid follow-up last year. The event has been all but sold out, with several well-known Dj names such as Fedde Le Grande, Noir, Joris Voorn, 2000 and One and the legendary Eric Prydz on the lineup for what promises to be a spectacular event.

Magical moments of previous Sensation Whites’

Tiga dropping his Mind Dimension tune (Sensation White , Parken stadium 2008)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=906LOdN4I_c


I was sat catching my breath in the stands with a mate when Tiga dropped this sizzling tune, which had only just come out. I almost fell down the stairs as I rushed to the heart and pulse of the ocean of white beneath me to revel in the magic this monstrous tune created

Laidback Luke’s remix of Martin Soleveig’s “I want you” killer getting dropped (Sensation White , Parken stadium 2008)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bp0GoNu4KRA

I had this song stuck in my head months after Sensation was long gone. I don’t remember who dropped it or at what point during the night this took place, all my memory associates this song with every time I hear it is the sheer euphoria of being carried away to the mystical dreamland of Sensation White.

One of my mates (no names disclosed) trying to clamber over the barriers dividing the VIP section from the rest of the arena. He was promptly hauled down by a rather business-like bouncer and escorted to the exit. Luckily for him, it was closing time so we were on the way out in anycase. It had me laughing though !


In a few hours from now, I'll be back in the white wonderland again, larging it with the erstwhile Francesco Imperato & Marcelo Carasco. It's going to be massive !

Celebrate life !

Peace, love and hedonism.

søndag den 31. oktober 2010

Pachamama te veo tan triste / The Gift of life


The gift of life

Sometimes I feel as if the world is like a sinking ship, much like the Titanic herself. We hit the iceberg a long time ago, and we’ve been sinking ever since, but the band is still playing on and we’re still partying. The gift of life and all the boundless scenarios we are presented with is a divine and beautiful thing indeed, a fact that mankind conveniently ignores for the most part. This is for you mother earth, La Pachamama, te quiero hoy como siempre, resplandeciente y tranquila como eres. Gracias por el regalo de la vida. Thank you for the gift of life.



I could hug this sullen silence

Dazzling and morose like the early morning’s sunrise

I’m full of peace, blushing like the red savannah earth in the soft sunrise


I could embrace this tranquil silence

Distant and faded like the dusty twilight yonder

I’m inundated by feeling, flushing like rose petals in the scorching noon


I could kiss this beautiful silence

Divine and stately like the starry nocturnal skyline

I’m overwhelmed with love, burning like cedar embers in the black night.




IDIDIT Pass- Present- Future


AmK.



Manu Chao- Por el suelo


Yann Tiersen - Mother's Journey



Faithless - Crazy English Summer


torsdag den 28. oktober 2010

What happened to me. A dreamy rendition by mutuk5z


Some of my latest work, inspired in part by Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

Mutuk5z What happened to me by allanm46

fredag den 22. oktober 2010

Upon paths unknown



A poem I wrote sat on the S-train on the way home, safe, warm and sound within the carriage I rode in, protected from the raging elements of the temperamental autumn evening outside.



Out of the pitch obscurity beneath my vexed feet

Lies the world, innate and unchanged

Unitary sin, unitary good, sleepless and melancholic like the winter night

I question whatever deity there may be as to the humble tidings of this benevolence

Six billion years away in times insofar unchanged and they are fixated

Wolves whisper softly to each other in the soft morning mist

Tis but the foundation of the surreal, structured symphony that intoxicates us

Unitary time in functional space, the four square borders of reality turned inside out

In a whirlwind of surreptitious gales, I string me a harmony neath my brazen fingers

A one man circus, a solo charade, stripped blank and pale by the joy around me

Inevitability pinches the jaded fabric of turtle skin that drapes the core within

And from afar comes the spontaneous staccato chatter of love most divine.

søndag den 10. oktober 2010

La Hermosa Vida



Life at its most beautiful, at its most unrefined and brute state, simple yet stately. Calm like a chilled winter breeze, soft like rose petals, timid, blissful even.



Los Amorosos. Inspired by Jaime Sabina's touching poem "los Amorosos" ("Lovers")


Ripples (left) and Shimmers (Right)


Cue Shapeshifter "Dutchies"One of the Drum n bass soundtracks of my life.

Janni.



torsdag den 7. oktober 2010

The Last Toast by Nicanor Parra


A poem on existensialism by the Chilean poet, Nicanor Parra.

Whether we like it or not,
We have only three choices:
Yesterday, today and tomorrow.

And not even three
Because as the philosopher says
Yesterday is yesterday
It belongs to us only in memory:
From the rose already plucked
No more petals can be drawn.

The cards to play
Are only two:
The present and the future.

And there aren't even two
Because it's a known fact
The present doesn't exist
Except as it edges past
And is consumed...,
like youth.

In the end
We are only left with tomorrow.
I raise my glass
To the day that never arrives.

But that is all
we have at our disposal

Nicanor Parra