Monday, 27 June 2011

Nationalism

What does Nationalism mean today?

I attended a discussion panel on nationalism yesterday and have been pondering the issue all day.

Where do I feel that I belong? At an emotional level nationalism is about where I feel at home. It is a sense of identity with a group larger than my immediate household or family. But which group? With the internet I can be as close to a friend in Panama or Paris as a friend on the other side of town. I was born in England but have lived in Scotland for twelve years. After the May 2011 Scottish parliamentary elections the question of my feelings about where I live is an important one. If I were into cheering for a sports team, which team would I support? Nationalism has to be based on a positive attitude for something rather than be defined by who we are different to or those with whom we have historic disagreements. The latter sort of nationalism is a destructive and festering resentment that is unfortunately present in England amongst groups claiming to be most patriotic.

I belong to the world. I travel. I can feel at home in many different places. The United Nations gives focus to this world identity. As a human being I belong to the earth.

But the world is just too big to identify with. I belong to continental Europe and felt at home on recent travel to Croatia, even though it is outside the EU, for we share much history and culture with the central European states. Then there is the EU which encompasses the part of Europe where I live and which has control and influence on many parts of modern life. If I say I feel a European do I mean an EU citizen or a citizen of the area including the countries outside the Union. The list goes on.

Within the EU we live in The British Isles (which includes the whole of Ireland) within the British Isles we are The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Within this we are Great Britain. In GB we are in Scotland. I am in Central Scotland. In that region I am in Stirling and within that local authority area I am in the parish of Blairlogie. Somewhere in this hierarchy of subsidiarities is my primary nationalist impulse.

I can be passionate and exhibit emotions equivalent to nationalism at several different levels. At various times and concerning various issues I will express these feelings relating to different entities. I can be Parochial and I can think globally. But at which level do I feel most nationalistic? It is an emotional decision rather than a legal or logical one. And at present my answer is that I don't really know. It is an issue that needs considerable further reflection before the promised independence referendum. 

Scottish Nationalism and the Idea of Europe: Concepts of Europe and the Nation (British Politics and Society)

The Scottish Debate: Essays on Scottish Nationalism

 Labour and Scottish Nationalism

 Scotland and Nationalism: Scottish Society and Politics, 1707-2000

Tuesday, 1 March 2011

Even a lecture on neonatal medical ethics can inspire a poetic meditation!




Two options for making a baby, with love, in 2011




Option 1

I want a baby

I need some sperm
from tall athletic and intelligent guy - graduate of course
he loves donating
check internet availability

I need some eggs
from tall, blonde, musical and athletic girl: blue eyes
she loves college: being harvested pays the fees
check internet availability

I need a womb
non smoking home, good diet, no alcohol or drugs
she loves her family but needs to feed them
check internet availability

Then the waiting
cooking with the oven door closed
I have never loved waiting
can't think of a way to speed up this part

Then I'll take over
with my commissioned item delivered ready for use
I can give all the love in my heart
that I have stored up in welcome

* * * * *
Option 2


We loved and joined in love
made from love something small
that grew until it burst forth
through pain
to be loved
and love those who made her......



Thursday, 10 February 2011

Lectionary poem

While struggling with the gospel reading for next Sunday I wrote the following poem...

Adultery (Matthew 5:27)

Jesus said,
It is not the sweaty consummation,
writhing: energy to ecstasy
that is most destructive.
Much worse are the mental
unconsummated fantasies
that override commitment
and undermine reality.
That give imagined passion
the motivation and power:
dreaming driving drawing draining
relationships in the real world.
What can compete with the unbridled unreality
of obsession that leads to a madness of dislocation?

“Blest are the pure in heart”

I wonder what they will make of it on Sunday?

chitika