August 2009


You got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down, you just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve to say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that’s winning

You say I let you down, you know it’s not like that
If you’re so hurt, why then don’t you show it

You say you lost your faith, but that’s not where it’s at
You had no faith to lose and you know it

I know the reason that you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you’re in with

Do you take me for such a fool to think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide what he don’t know to begin with

You see me on the street, you always act surprised
You say, “How are you?” “Good luck,” but you don’t mean it

When you know as well as me you’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once and scream it

No, I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief, perhaps I’d rob them

And now I know you’re dissatisfied with your position and your place
Don’t you understand, it’s not my problem

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time, you could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is to see you

“Positively 4th Street”Bob Dylan.

Urban exploration is very much a romantic idealism of how I would desire a future world to be, I love the thought of flora growing from Medowhell, as the malls rattle to the sound of skateboarders, the faint echo of the sound system from the ongoing party, the car parks are substantial vegetable gardens and other green spaces for the local communities, a world turned upside down.

When you have gained access a trick in itself, you hope the small steps of trespass leaving not but footprints, taking nothing but photographs, a direct action of the kind the right to roam gave us such as Common Lands, access to this bucolic earth, the joy of being lost in such space and for a moment you here the roaming of the ancesters past, with man made spaces such as More hall your thoughts go to how it must have been the meadowland before here in Sheffield.

Despite its urban location almost three-quarters of the city is taken up by natural vegetation and waterways.

More than a third of the city is located in the Peak District National Park – no other city has a National Park within its boundary.
In addition you’ll find 150 woodlands and 50 public parks all within Sheffield and it is rumoured that there are 4 mature trees to every person living here!

Over 44 per cent of Sheffield residents live within a five minute walk of a wood and half the city’s population live within 15 minutes of the open countryside. Imagine that!

There is more to a city than what is seen in the everyday, the places we walk past we work in shop in, there is an hidden city, some parts of been abandoned are left uninhabited the absence of life without people, without capitalism it shows how fragile the urbanisation of city’s are, for whatever reason there left to become ruins, others are under demolition it is here that the former industry of Sheffield that made this city known for it,s steal, here the story of the common man are told.

The heritage of this city is being lost, we might have got good at looking after our 150 woodlands and 50 public parks, yes there 4 mature trees to every person living here, the urbanisation of this city is very much hidden, but it creeps into the bucolic earth, take a walk through the public footpaths of the giant beast of Stocksbridge Steel Works, walk along the footpaths of The Sheffield Tinsley Waterways, walk in the East End Park, as child I used to swing to the sound of the forge hammer of the steel works that backed onto Carbrook Park, looking onto the back of the CO-OP direy and the back to back homes on Broughton Lane.
The waste lands around Medowhell, once had vast steel works, now they are being slowly taken over with the flora of Mother Earth, it is sad to see the giant that was George Barnsley and Sons in ruin, to stand in the former Sheffield Crown Courts, yes I let myself out of The cells where I once sat as 12 people decided my fate in a room upstairs, I now have stood, and likewise where the judge no doubt sat on the toilet I took an image of his thrown.

To find the mass unmarked grave, of those murdered at the Former Middlewood Lunatic Asylum, here we crept about before it become another suburb of Sheffield, there are little reminders of what stood here, the ruin that is becoming the church, giving it thought we was not meant to take images of the past, and it needs to fade, but the hell hole of another Lunatic Asylum High Royeds is another story, you could here the screems of the past, as you walked around in a dark winter of 2008 you could not only see the ghost of the past, they left with you.

I stood alone at 830pm on a Monday Night in the former Rutland Cutlery Works, I shed some tears it moved me to think that in 2009 we like to say we have rid ourself s of slave labour, when I walked into the former Tinsley Wire, and the three times following, I was moved, the same happens each time I enter in the ruins of Sheffield’s past, I understand the privalge of my circumstance, of course there is a part in me that says urban exploration is very much a romantic idealism of how I would desire a future world to be, it has become more.

There you stand in the former steel works, past industrial parts of Sheffield it has become an addiction that needs to be fed, knowing those who own these places will not permit you any access even if you asked, they fail to understand, truth be told there are not words to inform others of how it feels to be stood where you are told you should not be, there only a few people who have the same insight there follow time travellers, because this is what you are doing going into the past of Sheffield’s past, the same when you walk through one 150 woodlands and 50 public parks, you are 15 minutes of the open countryside.

I hope my actions are also documenting, the class struggle of the nameless people who worked in these places, those who was hold captive in Middlewood Lunatic Asylum, the lives changed at the former Sheffield Crown Courts, indeed the lives changed at all the places I have the advantage to visit and trespass within, there is very much no intent to leave nothing but footprints take nothing but images, and if you have ever stood watching the sun set over the former Thorpe Marsh Power station, as I have done slept under the former Cooling Towers at Tinsley, spent three years of your life going in and out the former William Brothers Nut and Bolt Factory been part of the stillness, then discovering in the ruins the story of it,s past.

I also like the bucolic side of Sheffield, here I have taken the paths we are not told about, for me there is no art with out trespass, it has to be like sex with out being to quote a certain Bansky, now I hope you have a little more understanding of what my photographs I take mean, how they are gained the risk involved in doing so, I like the underclass side of Sheffield, I love this city, words do indeed fail me to say how much, but I need not have a T Shirt saying so, neither do I need to say one is northern and fucking proud of the fact, the work I do is very much a celebration in remembrance of the 600 people and children in the mass un marked grave of those killed at MiddleWood Lunatic Asylum, the countless unnamed persons who worked where I walk and trespass, I can not fail but to take a part of there past, and if you stand in the former bath house of DenabyMain you can neither forget the class struggle.

Truth is subjective to those telling it, likewise history is also subjective, ive had no formel teaching my school has been life, it has been from people I have encountered along with the mistakes I have made, now if my Grandfather was around as the ill winds of change blow idd be in deep debate and conversation with him, he was very much an Anarchist I watched him pass on from this life in pain.

Dignity had left him, he was not stooping in that hospital, I was not as his funeral I was not a person of such hypocrisy it was my Mother who desired such bullshit, I did as I told him the last time we hugged each other, tears in our eyes, he was a man of serious integrity reduced to a person of nothing he had his fucking dignity taken, just as our class have had there pride taken.

He would agree with my perspective we do not enter into a war with ourself s, this is the very aim and objective of racism it moves our anger to each other, I have no time for making my class victims, enforcing there ignorance through my actions, I have no desire to be at war with them, the only war that is of interest to myself is the class war, where we make the middle class history, now before it is said I desire there annihilation, that is another un-truth, I desire a society with out class.

This is what my Grandfather taught me, a world without class, is one of anarchism it returns the dignity and pride back to the working class, so when the middle class tell us the lies there is an equilibrium in immigration, to say anything other is fucking racist, just ask yourself where is there any fucking equality in the current imagination it dose nothing but polarise, I desire a city of sanctuary for all, a city where we can celebrate the diversity of life, gain from the culture of others, but this will never happen, until we smash the class system, it will keep our class divided in continued disagreement with itself, the current class system serves not the interest of the working class, the middle class have plenty to fear when our class begin to say lets make them history.

This is the war I desire to fight, I do not have time to become involved in a war with my own class, and this is where we begin to gain back there trust, this is how we smash the rise of the far right, not through direct conflict with them, such a war has no gain for us the working class, but plenty for the real ignominy of the working class is racism, the middle class are the same ignominy of our class , I refuse to stand shouting meaningless slogans at people gathering in a field, to endorse the call for the banning of protest, it plays into the hands of the far right, it gives the state the very power to ban us next time round.

It can not be made clear enough, we should not give time to false idles of our class, there forked tong of truth is of course subjective, what I believe to be true is more real to me than what I am told is the truth from such false prophets there interest is self evident.

I hope my doubts are proven not right regards this article, I have an idea of who wrote it and there reasons for doing so are crass in the least, we folded underclassrising as a political front decided it was the end of the day that pampering to the far right far left and anarchist was just self indulgent attention seeking for us, also them we desire neither, the fact indymedia have not removed said article proves an ongoing point there is no desire to publish the truth but what is to be expected if you look into who are involved, there urban paranoia speaks for itself.

There are a multitude of thoughts/paranoia about the sudden rise of the far right how much the Secret State is involved, who is working for them and so forth, but we negate one serious fact in all of this the self indulgent politcal fronts are just that, there no real threat to the status quo so when the middle class play the game of propaganda along with hype over there plans for this years climate camp it just that, the same with the far right, now we have the farce of Hope Not Hate calling for bans, and getting them, and we need to remember what sect Nick Lowes was active with when he was a student in Sheffield, yes Alliance for Workers Liberty, the same sect an indymedia administrator was active in at the same time, in fact he was good mates with him. The banning of protest is just what the far right want and there right in this respect if you are for liberty and freedom then banning them is not liberty and freedom it is what there about.

No liberty and freedom is about debate having a conversation with people you disagree with, we agree no platform but as it stands now such arguments are crass if somewhat a little false, at the end of the day it is all propaganda lies misinformation, just as this article is and the comments made following, Mark Mozaz Wallis has no administrate for indymedia, I have not been active with any politcal fronts, I dislike them as much as those adding the comments also I very much disagree with them been hidden, the whole article should be hidden, because if read you would understand it is nothing more than disinformation, if you look at the IMC Moderation list you will find ive had articles and comments hidden often.

Those involved with underclassrising have moved on, perhaps CAF along with others need to also move on, all they have done is fed the urban paranoia of people, there is nothing constructive or positive about there actions, just more idle gossip it would be right and proper to ask them to substantiate there rant, with names of people, I know indymedia would remove such an article agreed, but there are blogs, so if there is any truth in this article then I also ask they stand up to be counted, freedom of speech is fine but when the dumb are given such rights here is where it ends.

Those who have no active involvement are placed at risk other than getting all hyped up, latter thinking what the fuck was I doing at such an event, such a meeting, it was nothing more than vanity and self importance if I was to be asked in the cold light of day.

If  I was asked about the rise of the far right, it just the same as the far left anarchist and those involved with climate camp, there concerns are real agreed but it is nothing more than self indulgent attention seeking for there own weakness, it is the working class they proclaim to be the vanguard off are the very people there attacking, one is openly classiest because the middle class offer nothing to the working class, one is anti racist as I will not attack my own class for the problems of capitalism of which immigration is, I welcome diversity constructive debate and critique but you are not going to get such with any of the self proclaimed vanguard of the working class, they offer us nothing but a continuation of the same shit, I desire true freedom and liberty.

If  CAF and others understand there politics a little more, you would understand one fact the birth of the current political climate was from real concern over the very real rise of the far left in The 1930 this is where the state began to infiltrate, it had some real and just concerns, such an active political movement was not what they desired even wanted, it had plans of there own, and the way things are you can not speak of the truth because following these events, to be openly critical raise doubts over events and the specture of truth or debate, you are under suspicion of being a person you are not, it is the same when the working class ask raise doubts about the lack equilibrium over immigration, there told there racist, time again I have pointed out the lack of synergy in the arguments of the far left and time again they have attacked the working class, when one off that class has a clear understanding of the politics of there own class struggle, why the state needs an underclass, the omnipresent word paranoia looms it,s ugly fucking head, has it not been worked out, urban paranoia, pretentious artist collectable anorak.

I have a clear understanding of the class struggle where I stand in the current order, lets all play master and servant, well some of you might desire the continuation of the current order, as a person who has read and talked also understand the nature of where we are, it nothing more than self indulgent attention seeking, a real threat to the state of things would be a self organised militant working class, for a while we had class war, but here is not the debate of where it fucked up but issue 73 was about right, all we have had from then to now is the far left in 1997 telling us vote Labour with no illusions

Some had no fucking illusions and was calling for a no vote, as a protest agreed, but there has been moments in history where there has been real opportunity of building a real class struggle from the 1930,s to the Poll Tax riots of 1991 and the following day The riots of Strangways, in this year we remember the grate strike of 1984, in the face of opportunity the far left have sold the working class out, now you fucking ponder why they are going to the far right, we might agree on fact there racist scum, we will disagree on this fact they have some real bollocks, now we might disagree more? there telling the truth of where life in the current order is at for the working class, now agreed we never been good at been told we might have got it wrong from 1930 to the present the left have offer nothing but fucking subjugation to capitalism.

The simple truth CAF is the state has always infiltrated those who are in opposition to it, if they can not infiltrate then they spread lies and misinformation, through people like yourself, you have offered nothing constructive to the table, in fact I rember not giving you an invite, all you have done is create more urban paranoia and misinformation there is nothing constructive in your article at all, one is open to debate and conversation, this said only with people who are willing to understand we need a self organised militant working class, ready for the real class war where we make the middle class history.

Samuel Fox and Company or “Fox’s” is the commonly used name for the major steel complex built in the Upper Don Valley at Stocksbridge, near Sheffield, South Yorkshire, England.

Samuel Fox bought a disused corn mill close by the centre of the town in 1842 and made alterations so that he could produce wire for the manufacture of textile pins. Within 6 years the business began to manufacture wire for umbrella frames and he developed his own variant, the “Paragon” in 1851. Expansion continued and by the mid 1860s furnaces and rolling mills had been built and the production of railway lines and springs begun.

Road transport in the area was difficult and with larger products being manufactured a new outlet was required. In the 1870s a short branch line was built to link the works with the Manchester, Sheffield and Lincolnshire Railway at Deepcar. This was known as the Stocksbridge Railway which was a subsidiary of the main company until the early 1990s. The line is still open (2006) and handles regular traffic to and from the works.

The Stocksbridge Railway was a subsidiary of Samuel Fox and Company and linked the company’s works at Stocksbridge, near Sheffield, South Yorkshire with the main line of the Manchester, Sheffield and Lincolnshire Railway at Deepcar.

The line was opened in 1876 and became a subsidiary of the steel company, under various ownerships, until 1992 when it ended its separate existence.

Passenger services on the line commenced on 14 April 1877, making use of the bay platform of Deepcar station, to a platform in Stocksbridge, on the edge of the works complex. The service ceased in 1931.

Samuel Fox & Company joined with Steel, Peech and Tozer of Rotherham and Scunthorpe-based Appleby-Frodingham Steel Company to form the United Steel Companies after the First World War. Products from various sites were coordinated, each works specialising in a particular range. At Stocksbridge they specialised special steels, particularly the various grades of stainless steel.

The United Steel Companies were a steel making, engineering, coal mining and coal by-product group based in South Yorkshire and Lincolnshire.

The company was registered in 1918 and the following year saw a joining together of steel makers Samuel Fox and Company of Stocksbridge; Steel, Peech and Tozer of Templeborough and Ickles in Rotherham; the Appleby-Frodingham Steel Company of Scunthorpe; and the coal mining and by-products interests of Rother Vale Collieries at Orgreave, Treeton and Thurcroft.

Over the years other companies were added to the portfolio:

The Sheffield Coal Company, owners of Birley Collieries, Brookhouse and North Staveley collieries, was bought by the United Steel Companies in 1937. This also included coal by-product operations at Orgreave and Brookhouse, suppliers of Metallurgical Coke for Blast Furnaces.

The Kiveton Park Colliery Company was taken over in 1944 with reserves from, amongst others, the Barnsley seam being an attractive proposition. The facilities also included coke and coal by-products (including gas). The colliery interests became part of the National Coal Board at nationalisation. The coke ovens closed in 1956 and the colliery in 1984.

In 1945 the mining portfolio was increased with the purchase of the Shireoaks Colliery Company, the colliery being just over the Nottinghamshire border. As with all their collieries this became part of the National Coal Board in 1947.

The Yorkshire Engine Company was bought by the United Steel Companies Limited in 1948. It was said there were two reasons for the purchase. With United Steels wanting new locomotives following the end of World War II the opportunity arose to purchase the company at a good price and also a suggestion to centralise the engineering workshops which would serve their steelworks at Templeborough (Rotherham) and Stocksbridge. The works, at Meadowhall, closed in 1967.

The iron and steel works on nationalisation became part of British Steel Corporation and the mining interests passed to the National Coal Board. The coal by-products plants came under the ownership of a subsidiary, The United Coke and Chemical Company.

Nowadays the steel interests at Rotherham, Scunthorpe and Stocksbridge are part of Corus and all the mining interests have been closed, the last, at Treeton, in the 1990s.

The works, along with other major producers in Great Britain, were nationalised in 1967, to become British Steel Corporation. During the 1980s and 1990s the works became part of a joint British Steel / GKN venture known as “Stocksbridge Engineering Steels” and in 1999 they became part of Corus. The works is still open although steel is not made on the site, the steel being brought from the main melting site at Aldwarke, near Rotherham.

Plans for future investment was cancelled in December 2005 and the prospect of closure has again reared its head.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Fox_and_Company

The melting was transfered to Aldwarke, although the remelting furnaces are still there. All Stocksbridge is used for now is as a finishing mill. The scrapyard area is awaiting conversion into building land – houses and / or supermarket. The lowyard area, where the design offices bordered, has outline planning permission for shops etc.

The town grew up around the steelworks. The town dates back to the 18th Century when John Stocks, who was living on the site in 1716, built a bridge across the river for his cattle to graze the land on the other side. It was Samuel Fox, from Bradwell in Derbyshire, that founded the Stocksbridge Steel Works in 1851, based in Dentons Mill.

Prior to that, the area was mainly farmland with a few factories making wire and tin emerging in the 1840s. Today, out of a population of 14,000, most families have a connection with the steelworks. Stocksbridge is situated about 12 miles North west of Sheffield, deep in the Pennine Hills.

There are numerous explanations on how Stocksbridge got its name. One is that it derives from the Saxon and means literally Tree bridge or wooden bridge. Another explanation as to the naming of Stocksbridge comes from a person called John Stocks who lived at Stocks Farm. When the town was finally developed it took the name of Stocksbridge.

On a warm, bright, summers day we get the bus to the main gate, wearing high visibilty vests, we walk on the old part what was the disused corn mill. Over the road is a public footpath going past part of this vast site, having been told of live CCTV and Security we keep an eye out. Into the first part of the empty buildings, here had been stripped, we move back onto the Public Footpath and chance our luck at another empty. We walk up to the upper part here we encounter security, oh forgive us mate, we thought it was part of the path, so we walk on back down and back onto the path.

Going past the back of the Old Corn Mill we walk upwards now over looking the other side and older part of the works in the valley, time for a rest for one of us. Off alone I wander and pushing my luck I take a walk down some rusty old steps, we know the old forge is empty but another white van looms, he meets us and becomes a little aggressive, soon we have him talking away for over 15 mins he feeds us we should not be taking images etc,.

We leave him with our web address and tell him if he wants to add more info then please feel free to contact us, now we enter into a path above the old scrapyard and we walk back onto the main Manchester Road, a walk onto the sight where the empty forge stands brings us into the third encounter of security and a lot of could you f-off coming from the poor chap. We walk off, cool as you like, removing the high visibility vests, getting our story right for the Police if they appear. A year ago when we gave this a go we were stopped by them walking into the main town, now for a while we thought just another wander but the bus back into Sheffield put an end to such thoughts.

Though this is a non active site, it has just stopped work, there is as we have said live CCTV and Security who to be frank are arsey, hippies in lose shirts being chilled out made sure they weren’t going to be as we were told. We took our own risk, having been here a few times in the past knowing the public paths was a help, it was very much a live infiltration, to be done only at weekends, you will no doubt encounter Security, we knew we would so was ready for them. We had talked about what we was going to say, using the Public Paths was very much of use, of course go have a look and we hope you get the old forge, we failed on this for now but knowing us we might be back.

This place is vast and well worth a walk round, it can not be recommended enough, it is on The Manchester Road out of Sheffield, park in The CO-OP car park and a walk over the crossing and then follow the Public Footpaths.

Onto some images then:

No one should ever work.

Work is the source of nearly all the misery in the world. Almost any evil you’d care to name comes from working or from living in a world designed for work. In order to stop suffering, we have to stop working.

That doesn’t mean we have to stop doing things. It does mean creating a new way of life based on play; in other words, a ludic revolution. By “play” I mean also festivity, creativity, conviviality, commensality, and maybe even art. There is more to play than child’s play, as worthy as that is. I call for a collective adventure in generalized joy and freely interdependent exuberance.

Play isn’t passive. Doubtless we all need a lot more time for sheer sloth and slack than we ever enjoy now, regardless of income or occupation, but once recovered from employment-induced exhaustion, nearly all of us want to act.

Curiously — or maybe not — all the old ideologies are conservative because they believe in work. Liberals say we should end employment discrimination. I say we should end employment. Conservatives support right-to-work laws. I support the right to be lazy. Leftists favor full employment. Like the surrealists — except that I’m not kidding — I favor full unemployment. Trotskyists agitate for permanent revolution. I agitate for permanent revelry.

You may be wondering if I’m joking or serious. I’m joking and serious.

My minimum definition of work is forced labor. Work is production enforced by economic or political means. But not all creation is work. Work is never done for its own sake; it’s done on account of some product or output that the worker (or, more often, somebody else) gets out of it.

Usually — and this is even more true in “communist” than capitalist countries, — work is wage-labor, which means selling yourself on the installment plan. Thus 95 percent of Americans who work, work for somebody (or something) else. Only the embattled Third World — Mexico, India, Brazil, Turkey — temporarily shelters significant concentrations of agriculturists who perpetuate the traditional arrangement of most laborers in the last several millennia, the payment of taxes (i.e., ransom) to the state or rent to parasitic landlords in return for being otherwise left alone. Even this raw deal is beginning to look good.

But modern work has worse implications. People don’t just work, they have “jobs.” One person does one productive task all the time on an or-else basis. A “job” that might engage the energies of some people, for a reasonably limited time, for the fun of it, is just a burden on those who have to do it for 40 hours a week with no say in how it should be done, for the profit of owners who contribute nothing to the project, and with no opportunity for sharing tasks or spreading the work among those who actually have to do it.

Work makes a mockery of freedom. The official line is that we all have rights and live in a democracy. But there is more freedom in any moderately de-Stalinized dictatorship than there is in the ordinary American workplace. A worker is a part-time slave. The boss says when to show up, when to leave, and what to do in the meantime. He tells you how much work to do and how fast. He is free to carry his control to humiliating extremes, regulating, if he feels like it, the clothes you wear or how often you go to the bathroom. With a few exceptions, he can fire you for any reason, or no reason.

You find the same sort of hierarchy and discipline in an office or factory as you do in a prison or a monastery. In fact, as Foucault and others have shown, prisons and factories came in at about the same time, and their operators consciously borrowed from each other’s control techniques.

The demeaning system of domination I’ve described rules over half the waking hours of a majority of women and the vast majority of men for most of their lifespans.

You are what you do
If you do boring, stupid, monotonous work, chances are you’ll end up boring, stupid, and monotonous. Work is a much better explanation for the creeping cretinization all around us than even such significant moronizing mechanisms as television and education. People who are regimented all their lives, handed to work from school and bracketed by the family in the beginning and the nursing home in the end, are habituated to hierarchy and psychologically enslaved. Their aptitude for autonomy is so atrophied that their fear of freedom is among their few rationally grounded phobias. Their obedience training at work carries over into the families they start, thus reproducing the system in more ways than one, and into politics, culture and everything else. Once you drain the vitality from people at work, they’ll likely submit to hierarchy and expertise in everything. They’re used to it.

Play is just the opposite. Play is always voluntary. What might otherwise be play is work if it’s forced.

Playing and giving are closely related; they share an aristocratic disdain for results. The player gets something out of playing; that’s why he plays. But the core reward is the experience of the activity itself (whatever it is). There are many good games (chess, baseball, Monopoly, bridge) that are rule-governed but there is much more to play than game-playing. Conversation, sex, dancing, travel — these practices aren’t rule-governed but they are surely play if anything is. And rules can be played with at least as readily as anything else.

Let’s pretend for a moment that work doesn’t turn people into stultified submissives. Let’s pretend, in defiance of any plausible psychology and the ideology of its boosters, that it has no effect on the formation of character. And let’s pretend that work isn’t as boring and tiring and humiliating as we all know it really is. Even then, work would still make a mockery of all humanistic and democratic aspirations, just because it usurps so much of our time. Socrates said that manual laborers make bad friends and bad citizens because they have no time to fulfill the responsibilities of friendship and citizenship. He was right. Because of work, no matter what we do, we keep looking at our watches. The only thing “free” about so-called free time is that it doesn’t cost the boss anything. Free time is mostly devoted to getting ready for work, going to work, returning from work, and recovering from work. Free time is a euphemism for the peculiar way labor, as a factor of production, not only transports itself at its own expense to and from the workplace but assumes primary responsibility for its own maintenance and repair. Coal and steel don’t do that. Lathes and typewriters don’t do that. No wonder Edward G. Robinson in one of his gangster movies exclaimed, “Work is for saps!”

The Kapauku of West Irian have a conception of balance in life and accordingly work only every other day, the day of rest designed “to regain the lost power and health.”

Our ancestors, even as late as the 18th century, took a long time in submitting to the tyranny of the bell, predecessor of the time clock. In fact it was necessary for a generation or two to replace adult males with women accustomed to obedience and children who could be molded to fit industrial needs.

Even the exploited peasants of the ancien regime wrested substantial time back from their landlords’ work. According to Lafargue, a fourth of the French peasants’ calendar was devoted to Sundays and holidays, and Chayanov’s figures from villages in Czarist Russia — hardly a progressive society — likewise show a fourth or fifth of peasants’ days devoted to repose. Controlling for productivity, we are obviously far behind these backward societies. The exploited muzhiks would wonder why any of us are working at all. So should we.

To grasp the full enormity of our deterioration, however, consider the earliest condition of humanity. The anthropologist Marshall Sahlins surveyed the data on contemporary hunter-gatherers in an article entitled “The Original Affluent Society.” Sahlins concluded that “hunters and gatherers work less than we do; and, rather than a continuous travail, the food quest is intermittent, leisure abundant, and there is a greater amount of sleep in the daytime per capita per year than in any other condition of society.” They worked an average of four hours a day, assuming they were “working” at all. Their “labor,” as it appears to us, was skilled labor that exercised their physical and intellectual capacities; unskilled labor on any large scale, as Sahlins says, is impossible except under industrialism.

If these objections to work, informed by the love of liberty, fail to persuade, there are others that we cannot disregard. Work is hazardous to our health. In fact, work is mass murder. More than 6,000 workers are killed annually in this country on the job; over two million are injured on the job every year.

How to abolish work
What I’ve said so far ought not to be controversial. Many workers are fed up with work. There are high and rising rates of absenteeism, turnover, employee theft and sabotage, wildcat strikes, and overall goldbricking on the job. There may be some movement toward a conscious and not just visceral rejection of work. And yet the prevalent feeling, universal among bosses and their agents and also widespread among workers themselves, is that work itself is inevitable and necessary.

I disagree. It is now possible to abolish work and replace it, insofar as it serves useful purposes, with a multitude of new kinds of free activities. To abolish work requires going at it from two directions, quantitative and qualitative. On the one hand, on the quantitative side, we have to cut down massively on the amount of work being done. At present most work is useless or worse and we should simply get rid of it. On the other hand — and I think this is the crux of the matter and the revolutionary new departure — we have to take what useful work remains and transform it into a pleasing variety of game-like and craft-like pastimes, indistinguishable from other pleasurable pastimes except that they happen to yield useful end-products. Surely that wouldn’t make them less enticing to do. Then all the artificial barriers of power and property could come down. Creation could become recreation. And we could all stop being afraid of each other.

Twenty years ago, Paul and Percival Goodman estimated that just 5 percent of the work then being done would satisfy our minimal needs for food, clothing, and shelter. Theirs was only an educated guess but the main point is quite clear: directly or indirectly, most work serves the unproductive purposes of commerce or social control. Right off the bat we can liberate tens of millions of salesmen, soldiers, managers, cops, stockbrokers, clergymen, bankers, lawyers, teachers, landlords, security guards, ad-men, and everyone who works for them. There is a snowball effect: every time you idle some bigshot, you liberate his flunkies and underlings also. Thus the economy implodes.

Forty percent of the workforce are white-collar workers, most of whom have some of the most tedious and idiotic jobs ever concocted. Entire industries, insurance and banking and real estate for instance, consist of nothing but useless paper-shuffling.

Next we can take a meat-cleaver to production work itself. No more war production, nuclear power, junk food, feminine hygiene deodorant — and above all, no more auto industry to speak of. Already, without even trying, we’ve virtually solved the energy crisis, the environmental crisis, and assorted other insoluble social problems.

Finally, we must do away with far and away the largest occupation, the one with the longest hours, the lowest pay and some of the most tedious tasks. I refer to housewives doing housework and child-rearing. By abolishing wage-labor and achieving full unemployment ,we undermine the sexual division of labor. Bound up with this no-nukes strategy is the abolition of childhood and the closing of the schools. We need children as teachers, not students. They have a lot to contribute to the ludic revolution because they’re better at playing than grown-ups are. Adults and children are not identical, but they will become equal through interdependence. Only play can bridge the generation gap.

I haven’t as yet even mentioned the possibility of cutting way down on the little work that remains by automating and cybernizing it. All the scientists and engineers and technicians freed from bothering with war research and planned obsolescence should have a good time devising means to eliminate fatigue and tedium and danger from activities like mining.

There is, I think, a place for labor-saving technology, but a modest place. The historical and pre-historical record is not encouraging. When productive technology went from hunting-gathering to agriculture and on to industry, work increased while skills and self-determination diminished. The further evolution of industrialism has accentuated the degradation of work.

Intelligent observers have always been aware of this. John Stuart Mill wrote that all the labor-saving inventions ever devised haven’t saved a moment’s labor. The enthusiastic technophiles — Saint-Simon, Comte, Lenin, B. F. Skinner — have always been unabashed authoritarians also. We should be more than skeptical about the promises of the computer mystics. They work like dogs; chances are, if they have their way, so will the rest of us. But if they have any particularized contributions more readily subordinated to human purposes than the run of high tech, let’s give them a hearing.

Just play
What I really want to see is work turned into play. A first step is to discard the notions of a “job” and an “occupation.” Even activities that already have some ludic content lose most of it by being reduced to jobs that certain people, and only those people, are forced to do to the exclusion of all else. Is it not odd that farm workers toil painfully in the fields while their air-conditioned masters go home every weekend and putter about in their gardens? Under a system of permanent revelry, we will witness the Golden Age of the dilettante. There won’t be any more jobs, just things to do and people to do them.

The secret of turning work into play, as Charles Fourier demonstrated, is to arrange useful activities to take advantage of whatever it is that various people at various times enjoy doing. To make it possible for some people to do the things they could enjoy, it will be enough just to eradicate the irrationalities and distortions that afflict these activities when they are reduced to work. I, for instance, would enjoy doing some (not too much) teaching, but I don’t want coerced students and I don’t care to suck up to pathetic pedants for tenure.

Second, there are some things that people like to do from time to time, but not for too long, and certainly not all the time. You might enjoy babysitting for a few hours in order to share the company of kids, but not as much as their parents do. The parents, meanwhile, profoundly appreciate the time to themselves that you free up for them, but they get fretful if parted from their progeny for too long. These differences among individuals are what make a life of free play possible. The same principle applies to many other areas of activity, especially the primal ones. Thus many people enjoy cooking when they can practice it seriously at their leisure, but not when they’re just fueling human bodies for work.

Third, other things being equal, some things that are unsatisfying if done by yourself or in unpleasant surroundings or at the orders of an overlord are enjoyable, at least for a while, if these circumstances are changed. This is probably true, to some extent, of all work. People deploy their otherwise wasted ingenuity to make a game of the least inviting drudge-jobs as best they can.

To some extent we may want to return to handicrafts. It’s a sobering thought that the Grecian urns we write odes about and showcase in museums were used in their own time to store oil. Art should be abolished as a specialized department catering to an elite audience, and its qualities of beauty and creation restored to the integral life from which they were stolen by work.

The reinvention of daily life means marching off the edge of our maps, so the abolitionists will be largely on their own. No one can say what would result from unleashing the creative power stultified by work. Anything can happen.

Life will become a game, or rather many games, but not — as it is now — a zero/sum game. An optimal sexual encounter is the paradigm of productive play. The participants potentiate each other’s pleasures, nobody keeps score, and everybody wins. The more you give, the more you get. In the ludic life, the best of sex will diffuse into the better part of daily life. Generalized play leads to the libidinization of life. Sex, in turn, can become less urgent and desperate, more playful. If we play our cards right, we can all get more out of life than we put into it, but only if we play for keeps.

Workers of the world… RELAX!

Brawls at recent protests highlight how all of us, and especially the media, have a responsibility to fight extremism

On Saturday 8 August a much-touted demonstration in Birmingham turned into a big brawl involving more than 100 people and pitched battles in the high street. In one corner a loose alliance of two groups – Casuals United and English Defence League – in the other, a counter-demonstration called by Unite Against Fascism.

The immediate background to this mass brawl was the protest against British soldiers by some Muslim extremists on 10 March. That was the spark that various far-right groups were looking for to pump up their rhetoric against Muslims. The National Front turned out a big demonstration in Luton on 13 April, which needed police reinforcements from London to control. Not long afterwards, the Luton mosque was fire-bombed.

On 24 May an even bigger demonstration was organised by the English and Welsh Defence League, which turned violent as some demonstrators went to destroy property in Muslim-heavy areas of Luton. There was a smaller protest against extremist Anjem Choudhary on 4 July, and then a big demonstration was organised for 8 August. There’s more background here.

There is evidence that the English Defence League in particular was infiltrated by neo-Nazis and BNP supporters. On Stormfront, a popular website for fascists, scores of members urged to join the demonstrations on Saturday. Here is one participant’s account.

One of its early organisers Chris Renton is a BNP supporter. Another, Paul Ray, who now says he has washed his hands of the EDL because of differences with Renton, admitted he was opposed to all Muslims practising their faith in Britain.

There are good reasons for minorities to worry, even though some from the EDL carried banners saying they were not racist. During the 4 July protest many participants chanted “Muslims out”. As the UAF rightly says, the National Front organised demonstrations against black people in the 70s under the guise of “anti-mugging”, and now it seems to be jumping on the “Islamic extremism” bandwagon for the same reason.

More protests are planned over the August bank holiday weekend and in Manchester city centre in early October. There are so many small but hardcore groups involved that I’d advise following Richard’s blog for all that.

But there are a few broader points to make, too. I’m not going to condemn the need for minorities to defend themselves in the streets or fight against fascists if necessary. Our forebears fought them off in Southall and it remains as important as ever to keep our streets free from constant far-right intimidation. If the police don’t do their job then people will step in to protect themselves.

But that doesn’t mean extremist Muslims should be let off the hook. In 2004 the extremist group al-Muhajiroun, in all likelihood also behind the Luton anti-soldiers demonstration, had planned a rally in London where Hindus and Sikhs would be openly converted to Islam. They nearly caused a mini-riot then because Sikh gangs and BNP members had also planned to show up.

Anjem Choudhary carried out a similar stunt recently by apparently converting an 11-year-old boy to Islam. Al-Muhajiroun has always been a small but highly vocal group, which seeks publicity for its stunts to polarise people. It is shunned by mosques across the country, but its stunts nevertheless inflame Hindu, Sikh and white groups thanks to incessant media coverage. Remember, only eight people were involved in the anti-soldiers march in a town with more than 25,000 Muslims, and yet they got front-page coverage.

So here are the choices: the group could be banned for activities on a par with the National Front (it keeps changing its name, the latest being Islam4UK). The police could also become more proactive against extremist groups, and stop local councils giving them any space.

And lastly, Muslim groups themselves need to step up campaigning against these extremists or they will continue making life more difficult for them. More like this, basically.

Britons also need to get re-acquainted with our tradition of free speech and expression, even if it involves people of different skin colour and religion saying outrageous things.

The police and intelligence services also need to start taking far-right extremism in the UK more seriously. To that extent the recent announcements by minister John Denham are most welcome.

But the real people to blame for these riots are the journalists willing to run inflammatory headlines – playing straight into the hands of extremists on both sides. Anjem Choudhary remains a constantly invited figure, even on the BBC, because he offers them entertainment. People are being sucked into a game of sensationalism, which contributed to the mass-brawl on Saturday. It’s time for people to stop being taken for mugs.

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today he met himself

the army of one

at war with the etches

of shadows

the book of fables

tells us of an age

where the tales

of himself are

just a altercation

of the circumstance

even when liars tell the truth,

they are never believed.

the liar will lie once, twice,

and then perish

when the army of one

tells the a tail

the folk gather

there shadows

cast over the social

outcast that has become

the army of one

at war with the etches

of dark shadows

in the corridors

the journey

has become an enemy

known as paranoia

as the footsteps

creep the liars will lie once, twice,

and then perish

diminish with the own tales

Betafence is closing its original Sheffield Road factory at Tinsley – blaming cheap competition from abroad for the redundancies. The company, which used to be known as Tinsley Wire, employs just over 400 people at its Sheffield Road and Shepcote Lane works and has had operations on the prominent Sheffield Road site, next to Meadowhall Retail Park, since 1933.

This is the former Tinsley Wire I have known of this for a while but it is one hell of a place to get into, the 2 times we have got near the security has asked us to vacate, but now under demolition and stuff moves quick, solo I give it another go this time a walk on it was live with demolition crew working on sight, we are dealing with hard core industrial porn it is vast much has gone but from what was seen there is a lot left this said I was not going to risk it I moved around with ease.

Tinsley is a district in the north-eastern part of Sheffield. Its name derives from the Old English Tingas-Leah, which means ‘Field of Council’. It is mentioned as ‘Tirneslawe’ or ‘Tineslawe’ in the Domesday Book of 1086 when it was in the possession of Roger de Busli. The chapel of St Laurence, Tinsley was built in 1877 on the site of an ancient (possibly of Anglo-Saxon origin) chapel.

An annual royal payment was received until 1847 in order that a service for the dead could be held.

Tinsley Wood lay to the south of the settlement, on land now partly occupied by Sheffield City Airport and High Hazels Park. It may have been the site of the Battle of Brunanburh in 934, where Athelstan of England gained the submission of the Celtic monarchs of Britain.
Another tradition associated with the settlement required the Lord of the Manor of Tinsley to take a pair of white gloves to the Lord of Tickhill each year at Michaelmas, and receive in return a white dove to keep over winter.

Through the 18th and 19th centuries this area changed from a rural area to a major industrial centre known for its collieries, iron, steel, and wire works.

Companies such as George Cohen, the ‘600 works’, Osbourn Hadfield and Brinsworth Strip Mills were proud occupants of the landscape near Tinsley and it’s wholly industrial neighbouring district ‘Templeborough’. Only the BOC plant remains within the village boundaries now with all the remaining works either demolished or preserved as a museum to what was the heart of Sheffield industry until 1985.

Today, replacing the steelworks on Vulcan Road is the Meadowhall shopping centre—one of the largest in the UK. The name Tinsley is also associated with the nearby former railway marshalling yard and the Tinsley Viaduct, which carries the M1 motorway across the Don valley.

Thousands of people turned up to watch the demolition of the Tinsley Cooling Towers in Sheffield at 3am on Sunday 24th August 2008, in silance one year on this other giant of Sheffield is now under demolition and little is known, any how here are part one of the images, of course I shall be back..


“FIT deployment was highly effective and gained good intelligence and disruption”.

That was the view of a FIT co-ordinator of the operation at Kingsnorth Climate Camp last year.

A FIT Silver commander also commended the way that Kent police had used their ANPR (automatic number plate reader) to pick up protesters vehicles so that they could be stopped, questioned and searched. “an innovative use of legislation for disruption”, he applauded.

These are the remarkably frank comments contained in the Structured Debrief of Climate Camp policing. This was produced by the NPIA, the National Policing Improvement Agency, the structure which is supposed to spread best practice around the police forces.

In this case the best practice appears to be using legislation other than for the purposes it was intended, and doing their best to ‘disrupt’ protest.

The accompanying report from South Yorkshire police confirms the involvement of FIT in directing stop and search, and reveals that the massive collection of personal details through stop and search forms almost proved too much for police resources. “The capacity of the intelligence cell was clearly challenged when the scale of PACE/1 form submission became a reality.”

Stop and search legislation was written with the express intention of NOT allowing police to collect personal details in this way. So this must be yet another example of police interpreting legislation in an ‘innovative’ way.

Not only do the police feel confident in being able to bend the law as they see fit, they are arrogant enough to brag about it in a public document. Astounding.

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