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Wednesday, 20 April 2016

no, you can't read that

Growing social inequality concerns me.

It seems that the trend of growing inequality is completely out of control, and that humanity has been totally consumed by the system, pumping the economy, generating more wealth for the wealthy, and we, the workers remain powerless as the evil corporations (such as the one I pack books for) thrive on this system of exploitation, exploitation of the people that power them.

How can we stop it?

The workforce is now so oppressed that it doesn't even realize the situation. It seems that people are too preoccupied by scavenging on the margins, feeding off the scraps; bound to labour to generate ever increasing profits for the wealthy, we're  gagged, we have no voice and there's no means for  dialogue, we are conditioned and bound to work,  we pump the machines that make capital for the corporations, we get tired, yet we keep on working, we work to feed ourselves and to survive and ... and can't stop to think.

We're drones, workers, remote controlled moving objects, all the more noble characteristics of our human existence have been eroded and all that's left is drive, driven to work, driven to serve  the system of our oppression.

I made this animation last weekend, that's my foot pumping (representative of all workers, all the working poor), working the machine; and in my version of events the fat cat bubble bursts, and it must burst, or better still, start eating itself so that suffers an unsightly implosion.



Meanwhile I despair;  there's a bad vibe in the warehouse, we're not getting the shifts we need to cover living costs, so we're not earning a living, yet we work (see previous post).

And then I there was this on my pick sheet,  And the Weak Must Suffer What They Must? by Yanis Varoufakis;

 https://yanisvaroufakis.eu/books/and-the-weak-suffer-what-they-must/

No cloak, silly underpants or angst-ridden sidekick, a superhero in the guise of a well educated Greek bloke with a message for the masses, fantastic!!

I got excited.  Assured that this publication would have the answers to my questions; what happens to workers under free market capitalism? When multinational corporations govern and their purpose is to generate more capital, more and more, feeding the few and making them fat - where does this trajectory take us? Boom-bust, boom-bust-boom, boom bust ...? And we work, pumping and grinding for booms and busts .... I don't know?  Despair, voting apathy, head down, the last golden eagle in England feared dead, no, it's not a canary, sacrificed to show that the air is bad and that we're doomed to die, don't look up, pump the machine. Is there no alternative? So, I paused picking and packing, must read that book, I thought so I went straight up to the office to order myself a copy. 

A few days later, when I hadn't received it I was told; 'you can't buy that one'.

They didn't let me buy the book. OK,  I came across this in Ted Talks, Yanis Varoufakis has some answers to my questions;

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GB4s5b9NL3I

Now I'm an adoring fan, there's a hero among us; arisen from the ashes of a country annihilated by the EU. Yanis 'superhero' Varoufakis is here to fight the evil corporations and lead us to a future in which people who work for businesses own those businesses, such a set up would mark the end of waged slavery; he has a vision for a functional democratic system in which we can all be participants,  he's fucking brilliant.

I invite you to become a follower, I am.

Next animation will be capitalism eating democracy.

Thursday, 7 April 2016

A living wage?

Today I'm not packing books and I won't get paid. Instead I've chosen to realize the death of a woman with whom I've shared laughter and joy and dance and wonder, I'll be attending her funeral.

I've been asked to read a poem; it was found after her death among her belongings and it now serves as her self-subscribed  legacy (there's no ISBN no.), it can't be ordered online and it's not recorded in any publication to be packed in a box and transported, so it'll be delivered to you directly, it's as follows:



Restless

Sweet summer has come.
Roses are bending
Turning their painted colours to the sun,
Children heard calling
Whoops and hollers
Important things we all must do can wait
While we look outside for signs of rain

Surely the time has come to change things
To change the essence of my existence
To let thoughts run free and take hold
Finding places, finding the place where 
I am not mean or discontent.
Sometimes I think I am there, but not
Yet, though I have seen colours in 
The fields where love has embraced me.


I was forced to think of death on my way to work yesterday I noticed a gravedigger at work in the Cemetery as I cycled past, the vision of the grave digger tossing soil up from the deep hole, the final resting place for a dead person, it got me thinking.  Thoughts of living and dying, thoughts of my inevitable death. And then of my life, and of my work, my work in a book packing warehouse for less than a living wage.

I begin to get angry.  The Tory new minimum wage is not a living wage.  A living wage would be a level of income that affords me to realize my life before my body wears out and dies.  Working for a wage should facilitate living. Pay rates below subsistence block the living afforded by those on a real living wage: so, my hourly rate has risen from £6.70/hour to £7.20/hour; according to the Living Wage Foundation that would be £8.25, so it's still not a living wage.

No compassionate leave to bury a parent for us non-living-wage workers on zero hour contracts.

Today I choose to live, 

and tomorrow I want to live, I choose not to work to die, 
so I said no to the shift offered me for tomorrow.