A young life.
19 Sep 2011 2 Comments
I can remember the sense of dread when I left school in 1984. It wasn’t any particular thing, I can’t remember what they, the newscasters, said or what the politicians said. Or what people near where I lived were saying then. I can only remember the dread of not knowing that I didn’t do well enough at school, lthe discontent of villagers who had lost their community to pit closures. I recall that many, including myself, were left with a grim and dirty knowledge that from now on we had to scramble for ourselves in the face of being given nothing and of losing everything.
I was sixteen, I couldn’t explain what I felt so I blamed myself. In so many silent words I felt as though I hadn’t tried hard enough. I wasn’t bright enough. I wasn’t organised enough. I had entered an adult world I had little knowledge of, my self-esteem battered from so many rejection letters. I had never felt so alone. And that amalgamation of memories has stuck with me to this day.
I am now nearly forty five.
Today’s youth face a similar thing. These young adults, like me, may not understand the challenges they face, but I discovered the name of my experiences and it has had nothing to do with intelligence or personal inadequacy or the degrading moral conscience of the working classes. It is social inequality.
Hello world!
17 Jan 2011 1 Comment
I’ve set up this blog to allow me to explore more deeply and reflect on more serious issues or issues that I would like space to reflect upon. its probably going to be a bit more academic than my other blog and I’ll probably spend a bit of time on analysis of all sorts of things from politics, creative writing, to story analysis. no doubt I’ll think of a few more things to mumble about.I
I hope you will enjoy reading it.
