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Talking with Mr Strummer about the nature of the world<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n by Steve Pottinger<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019d send a limousine anyway\u2026\u201d <\/em>– The Clash<\/p>\n You were right, Joe. And then, Joe, they give him the mic. The press, Joe? They love it. Us? Oh, we\u2019re still here, Joe. Talking with Mr Strummer about the nature of the world by Steve Pottinger \u201cThey\u2019d send a limousine anyway\u2026\u201d – The Clash You were right, Joe.More right than…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":496,"featured_media":17481,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1660],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17483","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17483","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/496"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17483"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17483\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/17481"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17483"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17483"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17483"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
More right than either of us could
ever have imagined. It\u2019d make your
blood run cold to see how they welcome
his private jet into their airspace,
send a fleet of the biggest blackest
cars, roll out the red carpet.<\/p>\n
Up he strides, this little man, Narcissus
in a bloody suit. Spits out the old lies:
lebensraum, victimhood,
the whole shebang.
You know how it goes \u2013 subhuman
enemies, forces of darkness.<\/p>\n
Good copy, endless headlines,
ten minutes on TV from now till forever.
It\u2019s a gimme. There\u2019s a career here, a fast
ride to the top floor if they play
their cards right, make sure not to ask
awkward questions about camps
they can pretend they haven\u2019t heard of.<\/p>\n
Outside, as always. Protesting,
as always. Our voices echoing
in cold streets, the sky above us
ablaze with stars. I know the Milky Way
doesn\u2019t care a jot about us, Joe, but
knowing it\u2019s there gives me some kind
of hope, and I\u2019m grateful for that.
And you were right, Joe, dammit. More
right than either of us ever knew.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"