Life through a lens

Life through a lens

Tuesday, 26 January 2010

Never forget!




On National Holocaust Day, let's remember the horrors of Auswitz and that 1m people died in the death camps. Let's also never forget that the nazis' masterplan was to wipe out the Jews, homosexuals, gypsies, the mentally ill and any opposition from the Polish catholic church. It took children for the Lebensborn programme because they looked Ayran. And if they didn't make the grade, they were fatally injected with phenol. They also tried to do all this without leaving any trace. Thank god then for Jewish historian, Emanuel Ringelblum, who organised thousands of people to record their experiences at the hands of the nazis and in the Warsaw ghetto. Many of them perished in the gas chambers but their records and writings live on, making the Holocaust real. Ringelblum was a beacon of humanity . Never forget that era of evil!

Saturday, 23 January 2010

Pull your socks up britain!



It's another crazy Saturday morning in my household. Ben– AKA Kid Rock's playing his guitar and singing his latest song, "I'm losing my mind." (V. appropriate). Scarlett is full on barbie princess and in party mode. Rubes is a coughing spluttering teenage wreck and in my bed with 3 teddies. And me - I'm trying to create some headspace amongst the insanity of Saturday morning madness.

Anyway, poem 2 from Murray LY. Love it, love it!


Ladies, roll your sleeves up. Pull your tum in gents.

Now is not the time to weep o’er credit that’s been spent.

So its,
Out with the ready meals on with the stew.
Here’s a little list of the things you can do:

Dogs under harness, pigs on the lawn.
Out with the roses in with the corn.

Off with the boiler on with the Woad.
Thrash your self with nettles from the nose to the toe.

Forage in the hedgerow, forage in the field.
Bog to the Glen, to the Moore to the Weald.

Nudity for vigour, jollity for wealth,
Four in a bathtub Frolicking for health.

If you a bailiff promise you can pay.
Salt-water enemas- six times a day.

Austerity, frugality from charity comes clarity
Polarity, disparity replaced with solidarity.

(Save, I mean spend, I mean spend, I mean save
I mean H1N1, H1N1, H1N1, H1 OH!)

Pull your socks up Britain,
Shoulder to shoulder we must stoutly stand.

Catch it, bag it, bin it, kill it.

Pull your socks up. Now wash your hands.

Thursday, 21 January 2010

Bozzer



I love R6 for it's ecletic play of music etc and before Xmas I heard performance poet Murray Lachlan Young read one of his poems. I was completely hooked. His poems are so funny and irreverent and I'm gonna feature one a day for a week because they're funny and uplifting and we could all do with a bit of lightheartedness to brighten up gloomy January.

With an eye for a thigh and an old fashioned pie
With the chicken McNugget his rallying cry
Here comes Boris Johnson so scousers beware
In bounds the bozzer that stray polar bear
He’s guffing out gaffs for the corps to guffaw
“Oi say something Boris! Yeah, food then the war”
It’s not until Bozzer is loose with his tongue
You could say that the conference has really begun
As the Blair is the Blair as the Hoff is the Hoff
Well the Bozzers the Bozzer the punk rockers toff
A blancmange on a bicycle bluff and obtuse
Like a golfing celebrity what is his use?
No, he’s too good for politics he should be king
So lets kneel to show fealty and kiss Bozzers ring

Wednesday, 20 January 2010

dead boring



According to Britain's biggest undertaker, The Co-op, the list below includes the top 10 most popular songs at funerals. Eww-oh – they bore me rigid (sorry)! So please anyone who knows me – when the grim reaper comes to call...if you don't play Burn Baby Burn - Disco Inferno by the Trammps at my cremation, I'll come back and haunt y'all. Oh and I want a bloody good glitzy wake in the front room as well. Promise I'll keep my eyes shut!

1. Celine Dion – My Heart Will Go On
2. Elton John – Candle In The Wind
3. Bette Midler – Wind Beneath My Wings
4. M-People – Search For A Hero
5. Frank Sinatra – My Way
6. Gerry And The Pacemakers – You'll Never Walk Alone.
7. Englebert Humperdink – Please Release Me
8. Elaine Page – Memories.
9. Art Garfunkel– Bright Eyes
10. Frank Sinatra – Strangers In The Night

Meep



I read about Miep Gies death on January 11 and meant to blog about her, but have been oh so busy, but at last I have time. Having visited the Anne Frank House twice in Amsterdam and read the diary, I've always been deeply moved by Anne's writing and man's inhumanity to man via the holocaust. Meep was a truly inspirational lady; a guiding light of goodness amidst a quagmire of genocidal evil and without her there would be no Anne Frank diary. People like Meep make the world a better place.

I found this piece about her on a website and think it's a fitting tribute.

Miep Gies, tiny, white-haired, gentle and courageous, is an unfamiliar name to most people, but without this remarkable woman, there would be no The Diary of Anne Frank. During the Nazi occupation of Holland the Austrian-born Dutch woman risked her life daily to hide Anne Frank and her family from the Nazis. For more than two years, Miep helped the Franks and four other people evade the Gestapo by bringing food, comfort and news of the world to them in a tiny hideout in the canal-side building that housed the family business.

It all ended on August 4, 1944, when their hiding place was betrayed and the family was arrested by the Nazis. A few hours later, wandering mournfully through the four small upstairs rooms, Miep discovered the plaid-cloth-covered diary kept by the young teenager.

By saving the diary from the debris left by the Nazis, Miep Gies made sure that Anne Frank’s name was known around the world - since its initial publication in 1947, The Diary of Anne Frank has sold more than 25 million copies in 54 languages. After the Bible, it is the most widely read book in the world - for many children, their first direct brush with the horrors of the Holocaust. Though Anne Frank never lived to see her 16th birthday, her innermost thoughts scribbled on scraps of paper still challenge us a full fifty years after her death ...

Ever since, Miep Gies has devoted her life to keeping the memory of her beloved friends alive. She is the only person mentioned in The Diary of Anne Frank who is still alive. Every year on August 4, she closes her curtains, ignores the doorbell, the telephone. Every year on August 4, Miep Gies grieves for her lost Jewish friends.

Miep Gies was born in Vienna, Austria, in 1909 as Hermine Santrouschitz. She was five years old, when the First World War began and because of the serious food shortages during the war, she soon became undernourished and sick. In her book Anne Frank Remembered Miep recalled:

When I was ten years old, my parents had another child; another daughter. Now there was even less food for us all. My condition was worsening, and my parents were told that something had to be done or I would die.

As part of a relief program to help malnourished children she was sent by her hard-pressed parents to live with a middle-class Dutch foster family in Leiden in Holland:

The train was filled with many children like me, all with cards around their necks. Suddenly, the faces of my parents were no longer in sight anywhere and the train had begun to move. All the children were scared and apprehensive about what was to become of us. Some were crying. Most of us had never even been outside our streets, certainly never outside Vienna. I felt too weak to observe much, found the chugging motion of the train made me sleepy.

It was pitch-black, the middle of the night, when the train stopped. The sign beside the still-steaming train said Leiden:

Opposite the exhausted, sick children crowded a group of adults. Suddenly, those adults came at us in a swarm and began to fumble with our cards, reading off the names. We were helpless to resist the looming forms and fumbling hands. A man, not very big but very strong-looking, read my tag. Ja, he said firmly, and took my hand in his, helping me down from the chair. He led me away, I was not afraid and went with him willingly.

After several weeks, some of Miep's strength began to return.

Young Miep thrived in her new Dutch home, she growed to love her new family very much - five children, not much money, but great kindness. They taught her generosity. She never lived with her parents again. She was a good student, a reliable secretary, had a lively social life and was one of the first girls in Amsterdam to learn the Charleston.

In 1933 she took a job as an office assistant for Otto Frank, who had brought his Jewish family to Holland from Germany to escape the Nazis and reestablished his business in Amsterdam. Miep soon became good friends with the Frank family - Otto, his wife Edith, and their daughters, Margot and Anne.

The family's feelings of security collapsed, however, when in 1940, Adolf Hitler and his troops conquered Holland and the freedom of the Jews began to be severely restricted. Dictates on where Jews could shop, swim or go to school became a part of everyday life. As the brutality of the Nazis soon accelerated with murder, violence and terror, the seeds of their plan for the total extermination of the Jews dawned on Otto Frank in all its horror. He spent 1941-42 preparing and stocking an annex behind his business office at Prinsengracht 263 into a hiding place. The entrance to these rooms on the third and fourth floors was concealed by a moving bookcase which could be closed.

The closed bookcase, a model of the 3rd floor and the bookcase opened

He came to his loyal employee and friend Miep Gies with a question that would, in a split second, change her life forever. 'Miep,' he said, 'Are you willing to take on the responsibility of taking care of us if we go into hiding?' There was an immediate reply: 'Of course'. Of course, she said without asking for details. She agreed to help the Franks go into hiding in the secret annex despite threat of imprisonment, deportation or execution.

On her 13th birthday in 1942 Anne received as a gift from her parents, a diary. She immediately took to writing her intimate thoughts and musings. A few short weeks later, however, Margot received a notice from the Nazi SS to report for work detail at a labor camp. On July 5th, 1942, Anne and the Frank family moved to the 'Secret Annex' ..

Eight people eventually came to live in the secret annex. There were the four members of the Frank family, Otto Frank, Edith Frank, Margot and Anne, three from the Van Pels family, Herman and Auguste Van Pels and their son Peter, and an elderly man named Pfeffer, Miep's dentist.

Miep with Jan Gies

On July 16, 1941, Miep Santrouschitz married her boyfriend, Jan Gies, a social worker and member of the Dutch underground. Miep, Jan and three others risked their lives daily and acted as helpers for the people in the annex, and brought them food, supplies and news of the world outside the darkened windows.

Miep's friendship with Anne Frank was especially strong. When she wrote the diary, Anne changed all the names of the people in it, to protect them from Nazi retribution - except for Miep, whose first name remained the same.

Miep brought her blank accounting books so Anne could continue to scribble her thoughts after she filled the checkered diary. Miep bought Anne her first pair of heels, secondhand red pumps, which Anne teetered around on, biting on her lip, until she mastered them. Miep even supplied some lavender peonies to Peter, who presented them to Anne as a sign of his affection.

One night, Anne persuaded Miep to sleep over in the attic. Miep spent a suffocating, sleepless night on Anne's small, hard bed. She listened to the church clock across the garden chime at 15-minute intervals, listened to her own heart pound. She became aware of what it meant to be imprisoned in those small rooms and felt a taste of the helpless fear these people were forced to endure day and night.

Prinsengracht 263

It all ended on August 4, 1944, when their hiding place was betrayed, probably by a Dutch woman Lena Hartog-van Bladeren. She was one of the cleaning women working in the office in front of the annex ...

The eight who lived in the annex were arrested by the Nazis and taken to Gestapo headquarters in Amsterdam, where the courageous Miep rushed to plead for their release - in vain. Two of the five who hid the group were sent to concentration camps. She herself was spared only because she was Austrian by birth, like the arresting officer.

As the Nazis searched the annex for valuables such as money, the briefcase in which Anne kept her writings was opened and the papers were scattered on the floor. Little did these men realize the eventual value of these materials.

Miep, who had supplied all of the notebooks for her young friend' s diary, was determined to retrieve them, despite the enormous threat from the Nazis. Using a spare set of keys, she visited the ransacked attic after the arrests, in defiance of Nazi orders. There, among the scattered papers on the floor, she found Anne's red-checked diary. Without opening it, she put it in an unlocked drawer of her desk, hoping to return it to Anne after the war.


May, 1945. Photos taken at the Nazi KZ camp Bergen Belsen in Germany. Anne Frank ultimately ended up in this camp, after being evacuated from Auschwitz in October, 1944. Anne died here in April, 1945, just a few weeks before the camp was liberated by the British. She was 15 years old ...

Otto Frank was the only survivor of the eight hidden Jews. Herman Van Pels was gassed upon the group's arrival at Auschwitz, September 6, 1944. His wife died between April 9 and May 8, 1945, in Theresienstadt KZ camp in Czechoslovakia. Their son Peter died on May 5, 1945, in Mauthausen KZ camp in Austria, after a forced march from Auschwitz. Fritz Pfeffer died December 20, 1944, at Neuengamme KZ camp. Anne's mother died January 6, 1945, at Auschwitz-Birkenau and her older sister, Margot, died at Bergen Belsen a few days before Anne.

Miep Gies hid the precious diary, keeping it for a year until official word arrived that Anne was dead. On that dreadful day, she reached into her desk drawer, removed the sheaves of paper, and handed them to a shattered Otto Frank.

'Here,' she told him, 'is your daughter Anne's legacy to you.'

Otto Frank decided to fulfill his daughter's wishes and arranged for the diary to be published in 1947. He lived with Miep and Jan Gies for seven years. He died in 1980.

Miep Gies didn't just help the eight people in the annex. She and Jan Gies hid a young Jewish student in their apartment. Miep never told Otto Frank about that.

Today, more than fifty years later, Miep Gies has spoken all over the United States and Europe on behalf of the Anne Frank Center, an international organization dedicated to tolerance. She lives alone in Amsterdam. Her husband, Jan, died in January 1993, 87 years old. He was honored after the war for his work in the resistance, receiving the Yad Vashem medal in Israel in 1977. In 1987, Jan and Miep Gies were presented with an award from the Jewish organization B'nai B'rith. In 1994 she received the Raoul Wallenberg Award for Bravery and in May that same year, she received The Righteous Amongst the Nations Award - along with Emilie Schindler.

Not long ago Miep Gies told about her friends hiding in the Annex:

I have no word to describe these people who were still always friendly and grateful. Yes, I do have a word, Heroes. True heroes they were. People sometimes call me a hero. I don't like it .. I myself, I'm just a very common person. I simply had no choice. I could not save Anne's life. However, I did save her diary and by that I could help her most important dreams to come true. She tells us that she wants to live on after her death. Now, her diary makes her really living on in a most powerful way. And that helps me in those many hours of deep grief.

It has happened that people walk up to me and ask me what I would answer to those who deny that the Holocaust even took place. My response is that on August 4, 1944, at 9'oclock in the morning I did meet a healthy and strong 15-year old girl, Anne Frank. The next thing I saw was her name in a German list of people on a cattle train to Auschwitz. So please, tell me where Anne Frank lives at this moment if the Holocaust did not take place, because Anne Frank would still be with us today ..

Anne Frank would have been nearly 73 years old now. What would she have become? In an interview with Steve North, Jerusalem Post, Miep Gies has no doubt:

'Oh, a writer, of course. A good, famous writer ... and a grandmother. She would have been a grandmother.'

Friday, 15 January 2010

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Fire & Ice



Thank you for your comment RUDANCIN. Robert Frost's poem is truly beautiful and captures the otherworldliness of snow so perfectly. Robert Frost is often overlooked but his poems are truly timeless - like this wonderfully evocative poem. Enjoy!

Not quite sure why my titles keep coming up in Arabic!

FIRE AND ICE

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Tuesday, 12 January 2010

Random ideas




“How long are you gonna be around for?” said The Writer.

“Dunno?” The Idea said nonchalently. “You can’t pin me down…
I’m a free spirit!”

“Seriously…. said The Writer, how long…?”

The Idea cut in…“How long’s a piece of string? Is David Cameron an alien life form? Is Robbie Williams really gonna get married? Was Open All Hours the best comedy ever written…?

“A close second to Only Fool and Horses,” said The Writer.

“Well what if I just shut up shop, pull the shutters down and put the closed sign on the door…then what would you do then, Nurse Gladys Emmanual?” said The Idea - in an offish tone.

“I’d be fucked!” said The Writer.

Sunday, 10 January 2010

Comfort blanket


When i was a child, i would wake and listen for the type of weather. Rain would be a soft, slow tap on the window. Sun would be a melody of birdsong and insect buzz. And snow would be wonderfully soundless and still. Snow was always my favourite because it created another world. It was pure and cleansing and glistening with possibilities. It held out an icy hand beckoning snow ball fights and steep sledging and days of endless fun. Snow's filigree beauty became a fleeting memory but once again i'm reminded of pink-cheeked, frozen-footed snow days. Once again, I'm struck by the simple beauty of looking up and watching delicate flakes float down like millions of tiny parachutes and i hope i never lose that childlike delight and wonder. Snow slows us down and makes the world a wonderful place. Enjoy!

Friday, 8 January 2010

Forget over-the-knee boots and Ed Hardy scarves a 19 year boyfriend is the latest hot accessory! Rocked by Sam Taylor Wood and इरिस Robinson !



Forget over-the-knee boots and Ed Hardy scarves a 19 year boyfriend is the latest hot accessory! Rocked by Sam Taylor Wood and Iris Robinson!

Tuesday, 5 January 2010

40 lengths




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Sunday, 3 January 2010

Detritus



Last night I dreamt about the river breach
Debris washing in and out
Lap-slapping REM consciousness

Holme Pierrepont was strictly no-go
But I climbed the fence
To a graveyard of flotsam and jetsam

Broken trees threaded wire fencing
Abandoned trainers and empty containers
Littered the tide line like skin scum in a bath

Carp belly up swollen on the banks
Their pearly eyes opaque and glassy
The air heavy with the smell of putrefaction

I got to thinking about the Tsunami
And how it had undone so many
275,000 drowned, bloated bodies

The randomness of palm tree heaven
Then sweeping, swirling deluge hell
A nightmarish seismic shift

Strange how the mind ebbs and flows
In the middle of the night
Washing up the detritus of memory.

The Big Yellow Storage Company




Truth went on a rampage
Determined to track down lies
Seek and you shall find
And sure enough it found them
At the Big Yellow Storage Depot
Small white ones packed in squishy
Little cufflink and bejewelled boxes
Tea chests of delicate china ones
Wrapped in racy, redtop newspaper
And lurking right at the back, looming great black ones
Whoppers, big enough to elect a small African state dictator.
They were all stored there in the dark and gloomy coldness.

Truth unfurled a small one sheathed in a leather folio
A lie about expenses and an illicit meeting
An aching pain took hold at the back of its head
It carefully unwrapped the little white china lies
Teacups, saucers and side plates of sorrow
With gold leaf and filigree detailing.
Then full dinner service porkies of fine porcelain
Behind were the big boxed-up black lies
Heavy antique furniture chests of ebony and oak
Their bubble-wrap, strapping and taping held fast
And it took an age to break the seal.

After an eternity of unwrapping and ripping, truth was in
Those big black lies were solid and heavy to bear
The head pain turned to a neck pain
Turned to a back pain and a chest pain
And a deep welling pit of stomach sickness
The feeling pulsed and spilt and spread
Then truth knew it had gone too far
Wanting to know but now wishing it had not
And not alcohol nor analgesics nor apologies
Relieved the pain of knowing.
And not knowing what to do
With the knowing.