Jedes Herz ist eine Revolutionäre Zelle

Attacks on homeopathy miss the point

In Uncategorized on February 5, 2010 at 1:51 pm

There’s a lot of anti-homeopathy stuff in the media at the moment. I totally understand why, but think that people who attack homeopathy are a little reductionist in their understanding of health.

From personal experience, homeopathy does work. I assume this is due to the placebo effect, which I think acts as a form of sympathetic magic. In other words, every time you take the pill, you are evoking the sense of well being that the homeopath created in the consultation. In my experience, homeopathic consultations are really good, as it is the only time some one listened to me talk about health, and made observations based on this. Normal doctors have usually been pretty dismissive about what I think is going on in my own body. They are the professionals, they’ll tell me what’s wrong with me. Generally, this has left me feeling disempowered, and still sick.

For me, taking a homeopathic pill is a ritual to remind your psyche that you are taking measures to address a problem. I think this triggers homeostasis – the tendency of your body to heal itself and return to a state of equilibrium. Since so much of ill health is tied up in our mental and psychological states, addressing this makes a real difference.

But I disagree with buying homeopathic remedies off the shelf and thinking they will work.

Rage against mediocrity

In Art film and literature on December 22, 2009 at 2:55 am

I am very pleased that Rage Against the Machine’s song “Killing in the Name” is going to be the Christmas number one on the British pop charts. The alternative – second rate karaoke from an identikit crooner whose name I don’t recall – would have just added to the nausea induced by the airwaves at this time of year. For a lot of people, it’s not going to be a very happy Christmas, and it’s good to hear a song expressing anger.

Plenty of people who hate the mediocrity bred by reality TV like the X Factor nonetheless had reservations about the RATM campaign: both acts are signed to Sony, so in the end its the record company that gets rich. Shouldn’t we champion an underground artist on an independent label? More to the point, why a song from almost 20 years ago?

These are valid points, but for me it’s a question of political tactics. In any campaign, you need to go for the best position you can possibly win, even if it is not your ideal result. Personally, I would have been very pleased if A Las Barricadas or The Internationale made it to number one, with the whole country singing it from the smouldering ruins of the banks. However, we are were we are.

This is a mistake the Left makes too often – expending energy on unwinable campaigns because a refusal to compromise is ’selling out’. Half a victory is better than total defeat, and people learn and are encouraged by victory.

For me, the victory is a cultural and aesthetic one, a mass refusal to allow media giants to force feed us mediocrity for profit. It’s not a rage against the machine so much as a cry for authenticity in a cultural landscape that is cannibalising itself. It’s a victory for a song sung with passion, anger and truth against cynically manufactured mediocrity.

Also, it’s recycling – taking a perfectly good old song and reusing it!

A Las Barricadas is, unfortunately, highly unlikely to win Christmas No. 1. However, RATM did, because enough people were mobilised to buy it. It’s a small victory, and it’s encouraging and hopefully symbolic of a bit of resistance from people.

The world is in crisis and there is no solution within capitalism. I hope this song is prescient.

I hope the new year ushers in a decade of “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me”.

It’s time for a fight back.

Why I will not wear a poppy

In British politics and society, war on November 8, 2009 at 10:14 pm

This an an excellent article by Ian Bell, and one I wholeheartedly agree with.


When they marched the soldiers of France to the front after the slaughter at Verdun, country boys managed a country joke.

A slaughter beyond anything in Britain’s history had just taken place. Young men, rank upon rank, had been put to a wall of cauterising defensive fire, like so much daub stuck to a fracture in a theory.

And one young poilu, dragging his blue coat and his cheap boots through the sucking mud, said this: “Baaa!” Then all the yokels, with all their instinctual back-country meadow loyalty, began to say it, just for a last laugh. “Baaa!” they sang. Thousands then joined in, up and down the lines. The French troops knew, knew precisely, what their sacrifice really meant on the chopping board of policy and patriotism. Peasants are like that.

Remembrance Day started after the carnage and slaughter of World War One. The best way to honour the dead – including those dying today in Afghanistan – is to end wars and bring soldiers home.

The current poppy appeal fetishises martyrdom.

If you want to remember the dead, wear a white poppy.

in reference to: Why I will not wear a poppy – Herald Scotland | Comment | Ian Bell (view on Google Sidewiki)