Link to the Petition to ‘Stop SOPA Ireland’

Consultation  with  arts-originators , visual-artists , bloggers ?

In 2011, I wrote a post about an open consultative process here in Ireland to address radical copyright reform, wherein the Minister promised innovation and jobs through radicalising our copyright laws. I submitted, along with countless others, on issues pertinent to copyright and advances in digital technology. My submission was based in requesting the opening out of this consultation to arts organisations and originators of creative works. I am aware today that my submission was ignored and that originators of art-works are treated with disdain by a government which kow-tows to industry. Discussions by actual originators of works in the arts can be studied at this link. (Center for Social-Media discussion on fair-use in the arts.)

The Blacknight release on Stop Sopa Ireland  is here  excerpted :

Jan 24, 2012 - Irish registrar and hosting company Blacknight (http://www.blacknight.com) urge the Irish Internet community to join them in saying no to a “SOPA” style law being enacted by ministerial order.

The Minister of State at the department of Enterprise, Jobs and Innovation, Sean Sherlock, is introducing a statutory instrument that very closely mirrors SOPA, which was recently defeated in the US. This statute will affect all 3.5 million people in Ireland is about to become law with no vote in the Oireachtas.

An outspoken leader in Irish tech, Blacknight has long been opposed to censorship and restriction of the Internet and is committed to ensuring freedom online. If passed, sites of all sizes from YouTube, Twitter and Facebook to personal sites may be blocked in Ireland. The impact of such a move could be detrimental to Ireland’s digital economy” (from Blacknight release,  24/01/2012)

Article link to McGarr Solicitors, Dublin on the issue of ISP-Blocking .

” However, unlike that US law, people here can’t even expect to have this blocking law debated in their legislature. The Minister has said that he intends to deal with the matter by way of a Ministerial Order. Nor has he published the text of the law. The first we, the people of Ireland, will know about the text of this law will be when it is signed and brought into force.

This is grossly wrong. This is why we were so enthusiastic when Sabrina Dent suggested that we launch a petition website to let other people (a) know what was going to happen and (b) tell the Ministers responsible that they object to the proposal.”   Full article here   The link to the Irish Petition to STOP SOPA is available here.

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Personal note : Why bother with Irish Political consultations when they are shredded, ignored or limited by decisions already taken?

In what amounts to an ignorant rejection of the consultative process the Minister, Richard Bruton and Seán Sherlock T.D intend to introduce isp-blocking in Ireland. This event follows on quickly from the PP in Spain’s innovation in this area, and the SOPA/PIPA protests of last week in the U.S. I don’t expect much discussion on in it in the Irish media, who often publish press-releases and soundbites , rather than anything approaching contextualisation. I am annoyed that the consultative-process that I participated in amounted to optics , and that our government is basically pushing through aggressive legislation without debate, discussion or reference to the experience of other E.U countries. It looks like FG/Lab will also attempt to tax the internet. How quickly opposition parties dump their principles when they get to play with the big boys.

A Saturday Woman Poet, Adrienne Cecile Rich

Adrienne Cecile Rich has been nominated for the 2011 National Book Award , so no better time to link to her opus. Adrienne is 82 years old and a poet of force. I thought to add a  poem and biography here to celebrate.

Adrienne Cecile Rich, pic from Google images/JWA

 

Diving Into the Wreck by Adrienne Cecile Rich.

First having read the book of myths,
and loaded the camera,
and checked the edge of the knife-blade,
I put on
the body-armor of black rubber
the absurd flippers
the grave and awkward mask.
I am having to do this
not like Cousteau with his
assiduous team
aboard the sun-flooded schooner
but here alone.

There is a ladder.
The ladder is always there
hanging innocently
close to the side of the schooner.
We know what it is for,
we who have used it.
Otherwise
it is a piece of maritime floss
some sundry equipment.

I go down.
Rung after rung and still
the oxygen immerses me
the blue light
the clear atoms
of our human air.
I go down.
My flippers cripple me,
I crawl like an insect down the ladder
and there is no one
to tell me when the ocean
will begin.

First the air is blue and then
it is bluer and then green and then
black I am blacking out and yet
my mask is powerful
it pumps my blood with power
the sea is another story
the sea is not a question of power
I have to learn alone
to turn my body without force
in the deep element.

And now: it is easy to forget
what I came for
among so many who have always
lived here
swaying their crenellated fans
between the reefs
and besides
you breathe differently down here.

I came to explore the wreck.
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.
I came to see the damage that was done
and the treasures that prevail.
I stroke the beam of my lamp
slowly along the flank
of something more permanent
than fish or weed

the thing I came for:
the wreck and not the story of the wreck
the thing itself and not the myth
the drowned face always staring
toward the sun
the evidence of damage
worn by salt and away into this threadbare beauty
the ribs of the disaster
curving their assertion
among the tentative haunters.

This is the place.
And I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair
streams black, the merman in his armored body.
We circle silently
about the wreck
we dive into the hold.
I am she: I am he

whose drowned face sleeps with open eyes
whose breasts still bear the stress
whose silver, copper, vermeil cargo lies
obscurely inside barrels
half-wedged and left to rot
we are the half-destroyed instruments
that once held to a course
the water-eaten log
the fouled compass

We are, I am, you are
by cowardice or courage
the one who find our way
back to this scene
carrying a knife, a camera
a book of myths
in which
our names do not appear.


This poem is for lovers of poetry, for those who read women poets and wonder at the gender-imbalance in literary publication. I have decided to keep it simple and to add my favourite Rich , alongside a reading list. This site has always been about encouraging poetry writers and readers to research books that they enjoy and bringing the amazing words of women writers into view. We have a visibility issue which is deeply questionable in my view. There are  now 62 Saturday Woman Poets published here since 2008.

Link Bibliography for Adrienne Cecile Rich.

The Poem Read by Rich.

Banalities Translated from the Chinese , by Kurt Schwitters.

Banalities translated from the Chinese

Flies have short lice.
 To hurry is wit in a flurry.
Red raspberries are red.
The end is the beginning of every end.
The beginning is the end of every beginning.
Banality becomes all respectable citizens.
Bourgeoisie is the beginning of every bourgeois.
Spice makes short jokes nice.
All women hate mice.
Every beginning has an end.
The world is full of smart people.
Smart is dumb.
Not everything called expressionism is expressive art.
Dumb is smart.
Smart remains dumb.

Banalitäten aus dem Chinesischen , by Kurt Schwitters .

I was looking for poems based in the Dada era this lovely morning , wishing to publish my favourite one, Anna Blume but decided to add the above and a link to Anna Blume instead.