the nature of dreams

http://nickwardscenarios.wordpress.com/2010/02/05/debate-is-raging-in-cambridge/

‘Flack’ won the vote.

Hot from the first Committee meeting I am thrilled to report that an extraordinarily exciting new arts organisation has been born in Cambridge.

To quote Phil Cope, author of Holy Wells: Wales (foreword by Jan Morris), who chaired the first committee meeting: Flack could provide a model (and franchise) which he hopes will have a national and international application. The New New Deal, Mr President.

Nothing less will do.

The magazine will be monthly, the base will include artists’ studios , rehearsal, exhibition and performance space – and a cafe.

Here’s a blog that’s getting plenty of hits:

10th October 2009

The Nobel Peace Prize to Barack Obama is one of the smartest geo-political moves the world has ever seen. It has ensured that Obama’s next meeting with US Belicose Generals will require them to congratulate him, if not they’re finished.  The acceptance speech will usher in  new laws to curb Israel, immediate de-escallation in Afghanistan, the bringing to trial of Tony Blair and hope. Congratulations, Barack.

My campign is on behalf of the long-term environmental protection of rivers: http://nickwardscenarios.wordpress.com/2009/03/08/cyanide-attack-on-the-river-trent/

6th October 2009

Obama: Jester dreams of Obama.

Jester: Yeah, it was a very disturbing dream and it happened last night. It’s chronologically all over the place but the setting and general tenor are still crystal clear. I’ll unload it stream of consciousness style and I hope I get the weightings right. It flowed.

We were in Washington DC. I’d been flown out to chat about the speech-writing contract and for some reason Michelle was absent much to my retrospective disappointment. Obama was as friendly and relaxed as pie and was relishing the tour with a rolled copy of today’s London Times  and a bowler-hat: I was amazed at the number of sofas and exceedingly amiable aides who smiled sweetly as Obama, serenly happy to have elicited the power of my tongue, whisked me from room to room, as if showing off a prized possession. There was no policy chat at this stage, there was no chat at all, it was all movement and lush and autumnal coloured interiors. There was space, though, in the true American style – and there was music, mainly from Hank Williams, Doc Watson and Bob Dylan, head of Obama’s Security Service. I was expecting Christmas songs but he gave us Dignity in measured tempo with his cowboy band.

 Then the mood changed. Obama spoke: ”This way, Jester, I want to show you the cliffs and the sea’. Jester knows his Lear and as Obama opened the purple door (indicating magic) I was half expecting Peter Gill gathering samphor, dreadful trade. I was disappointed.

 The door opened to a rugged cliff-top setting with crashing waves down below. The sea-breeze was invigorating. Obama led me onto a steep path that cut its way across the jagged cliff-line in a way that could not have been the work of nature.

Occasionally it was overhung and entered the cliff-side into sweet-smelling caves with beautiful people burning incense and drinking yet to be discovered cocktails of unimaginable flavour.

 I couldn’t help myself. I stopped for a moment to savour this place called KublaCAN and taste the life-giving elixir. Big mistake. Obama had moved on and I didn’t know whether he has gone further into the cave or had continued along the cliff-path.

Suddenly there were guns pointing at me and masked terrorists disguised as Jester look-alikes, bearded ladies, Atlas the Dwarf and a pair of Aussie Tent Show performers with six packs hanging off the ends of their dicks.

No laughing matter. Worse than coal mining.

I took my chance and looked like I belonged, taking the path deeper into the KublaCAN cave, all the time asking the strange and threatening characters of all races if they had seen the President who was my host (so please don’t shoot me). Finally after many time shifts and twists and turns I find Obama relaxing in a minimally designed chamber of rock trying to ‘get inside the head of Rupert Murdoch’ and lapping up Christopher Andrew’s lucid prose.

Obama is learning The Times extract 2 of Defense of the Realm, Oct 6 2009, by heart and he starts quoting it to me the way an actor does mid line-learning. He fails. So I paraphrase for him. How I can do this is a mystery. Number 1, Kim Philby, on graduation from Trinity College, Cambridge, June 1934, saying ‘my life must be devoted to communism’ : meets Arnold Deutsch in Regents Park on the bridge over the ornamental pond. Bluebells are blazing.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/earthnews/3334551/Bluebells-flower-earlier-due-to-climate-change.html

2. Donald Maclean, Trinity Hall, First Class Honours in Modern Languages (he will be the first to infliltrate the ‘bourgeous apparatus’, joining Foreign Office in 1935.) 3. Guy Burgess (Trinity College) – failed History Phd student – takes the obvious route for failed academics and joins the BBC as a producer in 1937 following a spell as assistant to ultra-right wing Conservative MP Captain ‘Jack’ Macnamara whose infatuation with the anti-semitism of the Third Reich (born, some would say, in the Country Homes of aristocratic England) results in Burgess having plenty of sex with Nazi Youth bods while on ‘fact-finding’ missions, as a cover.  4. Anthony Blunt, Trinity College Fellow and French linguist who goes on, as we know from the wonderful work of playwright Alan Bennett, to cozy up to the Queen. ‘How much did she know?’ Obama is asking. 5. John Cairncross, graduate in Modern Languages and top in Foreign Office examination…

 Obama stops me. ‘Stop, Jester… I can’t take it all in.

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/media/online/murdoch-blasts-search-engine-kleptomaniacs-1800569.html

Why were there five? Islamist Terror works in threes’. He turns the pages of the Times

and finds Matthew Pinsent’s wonderfully entertaining article on Pro-Celebrity golf and gets completely immersed in the Anglers’ Monitoring Iniatives (AMI, est 2007) who in conjunction with 2004 Riverfly Partnership, entomogists, fishery scientists, water managers, anglers and statutory bodies are doing a hell of a good job serving prosecution notices on river pollutors: check out the web-site http://www.riverflies.org/

The dream suddenly ends and I wake up in Cambridge, England, wondering at the meaning of it all.

Obama: I am standing up to Arms Traders, Jester, because my life-span is minute and the planet is my mother.

Jester: You need a script-writer, buddy.

 http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/could-you-really-stomach-blair-being-eu-president-1800923.html

as news breaks of the cyanide poising of the River Trent causing massive environmental destruction: at this stage we do not know if it is an eco-terrorism attack… who did it? Who authorised  it? The River Authority? Can the River Authority be prosecuted for negligent licensing of toxic waste companies or will there be silence until next time?

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