Credit Union

Clouds over Braintree, 27.10 - almost made it worth going...

 
As the banks and the money-grubbers have proven themselves - again - totally incapable of taking care of our savings, would it be such a crazy idea to suggest a credit union for Colchester? Then, rather than going into nebulous and nefarious projects in far corners of the world or banker's bonuses for supposedly conferring on us the benefit of their administration,  the reward for our labour could go back into our own town, encouraging much needed urban regeneration. The union could provide jobs for local people who would take an interest in what they were being asked to do.

Very many people have theorised about what is wrong with the present system and what could be done with it, to the point of calling for armed revolution. It seems to me that if we were all to withdraw our money from the banks at the same time, the effect would be very much greater than any kind of massed protest might have otherwise, and hit those who would appoint themselves the management of humanity PLC where it hurts - in the wallet! The emphasis would then be on us to do something constructive with that capital, which might force us to take a bit of responsibility for our own lives, rather than wallow in the collective apathy to which corporate interests have lulled us. It is scary, but we could do it...

JUNO, continued

At first what was it but an apprehension sweet as far bird song - a tremulous thing - an awareness that fate had thrown them together; a world had been brought into being - had been discovered? A world, a universe over whose boundaries and into whose forests they had not dared to venture. A world to be glimpsed, not from some crest of the imagination, but through simple words, empty in themselves as air, and sentences quite colourless and void; save that they set their pulses racing.

Theirs was a small talk - that evoked the measureless avenues of the night, and the green glades of noonday. When they said 'Hullo' new stars appeared in the sky; when they laughed this wild world split its sides, though what was so funny neither of them knew. It was a game of the fantastic senses; febrile, tender, tip-tilted. They would lean on the window-sill of Juno's beautiful room and gaze for hours on end at the far hills where the trees and buildings were so close together, so interwoven, it was impossible to say whether it was a city in a forest or a forest in a city. There they leaned in the golden light, sometimes happy to talk - sometimes basking in a miraculous silence.

Was Titus in love with his guardian, and was she in love with him?

p.88, Titus Alone, by Mervyn Peake, 1959