A Society With No Absolutes Is Not A Society At All

It has become greatly fashionable to question fundamental presuppositions of right and wrong, to question presuppositions held by society for a long, long time. The generation that have adopted these positions (often unconsciously) have been marketed to again and again in popular fiction as well as by popular opinion.

The academics, journalists and rhetorical hero of the minute sing in near unanimity to pursue a life of unrestrained individualism, to seek pleasure and avoid pain while inhabiting a brief interlude before death, known as life, and make of it what you will in life, after all it’s survival of the fittest, competition is the only rule.

Never before in human history has relativism so thoroughly and completely governed the sentiment underlying human social thought and behaviour. ‘That’s YOUR truth, not mine’ it is said. ‘It’s not any of my business what he/she does’. And my favourite ‘What right do you have to say/interfere?’…Well presumably we live in a society which holds a set of common moral values…the violation and or transgression of which warrant criticism at the least and punishment at best….has that not been the central feature of human societies for hundreds of thousands of years? Err….perhaps I read the wrong literature, wait! perhaps I shouldn’t have been born downtown!

The damn truth is this, a society which has no absolute moral values….is not a society at all, but a guaranteed descent into mutually bewildered barbarism. (And oh sod off all you post-modernists)


One day in the city of roses (poem)

How nice it would be to spend springtime with you,

to walk together among trees wearing morning dew.

I’d wait outside your place…

for a glimpse of your face

while the sun teased open shy flowers.

A source of great evil (poem)

Around him all is still,

the air hangs quiet,

the four walls mock him

as they repel his well-rehearsed outbursts.

A face that would be a face…

if it were not so often a mask

of contorted features, a history untold.

What has his brows knit so?

What makes that mouth crook?

Surrounded by a peaceful, obliging calm

he is enraged, it is coaxing him.

Like a cooking pot left alone,

bound to boil over.

Two Books: The Tragic Downfall of a Civilization

1877, Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy published.

2011, Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L James (ghostwritten in the pornosec of the ministry of truth more likely)

That begs the question, where do we find the downfall? In the novel as an creative means of expression or in a culture’s moral standards?

Woe betide…both!

The Machine (poem)

Organised violence, insatiable greed, accumulation,

days pass for most in quiet desperation,

Power-worship, objectification, a mockery of hope,

promises of a better tomorrow, bodies hung by rope,

Rendition, torture, such barbarity ought not last,

endless wars, generations into living hell cast.

Broken homes, broken dreams, the death of irony,

selective vocabulary, shelters any mercenary,

Uniformity, assimilation and a threat so incessant,

not time to question, take an antidepressant.

Mercantilism, monopolies, limited liability,

violence of finance considers no human fragility.

Cities, their crowds yet isolation,

nervous breakdowns, dreams crushed in frustration,

People as digits, faceless, dehumanization,

efficiency rules all, killing any human relation,

Homelessness, human trafficking, prostitution,

suspension of disbelief, a tragic solution.

Cultures of silence, atomic bombs of science,

try to mute the news while you join the queues,

Worship the pay, get a chance to play,

soon to realise that which you truly despise

more than the impotence before a self-perpetuating machine,

is a lost life, who you could have been.