One of the more peculiar aspects of the Australian electoral system is the "preference swap" arrangements that, like under the table deals, have an insidious influence on the outcome. I will explain this electoral quirk briefly. At Federal elections, voters have two options on the Senate ballot: vote one candidate "group" above the line, or vote all candidates, from one to whatever, below the line. In New South Wales, there are over 100 candidates, and to vote below the line, you must number every single candidate (although, there is an exception, where you need only number 90% of candidates below the line to cast a valid ballot). Needless to say, most voters vote 1 above the line. This has the consequence of, effectively, giving your vote to the party you voted for to distribute as they see fit. The caveat being they have to tell us, the voting public, just how that distribution will take place. That is, they must provide "preference flows" in advance of the election.
This past weekend, the Senate preference flows were released; and there were some very unusual preference swaps. Minor parties routinely "swap" preferences so as to maximise their chances of election. Normally, you would assume parties would swap preferences with ideologically sympathetic parties; there are some notable cases where this is, indeed, the case. There are, however, other cases where bizarre preferencing has taken place. Two are worth noting: The Australian Sex and the WikiLeaks Party.
The Sex Party has preferenced the racist One Nation party against the more ideologically sympathetic Greens Party, while the WikiLeaks Party that has preferenced the Shooters Party and the racist Australia First Party ahead of the Greens Party. WikiLeaks and the Sex Party have more in common with the Greens than the other parties mentioned, which makes it bizarre that two ostensibly "libertarian" parties (that is to say, "social" libertarian) have preferenced right-wing parties ahead of their left-wing cohorts. This may be evidence of cynical preference swapping, or spite towards a more prominent left-wing party.
The "defence" provided by the WikiLeaks and Sex Party was galling. The former attributed an "administrative error" to the absurd choice, while the Sex Party offered meekly that they "had to put One Nation somewhere!" Which is true; all parties must allocate full preferences, all 110 of them. The question remains unanswered, however, as to why they put them ahead of a more sympathetic party, like the Greens. It is possibly just cynical preferencing, which is entirely acceptable: we have a system that allows parties to swap preferences, or make preference deals, and all parties are free to do so. If that is the case, however, then they could at least be honest about it. Attempting to obfuscate their true intentions is electoral cowardice.
One could argue, and it has been argued, that these other parties are unlikely to inherit the Sex Party's or WikiLeaks' votes. If that is the case, then it makes it even more ridiculous to preference them ahead of the Greens; it has caused needless consternation among likely voters for those parties. What is really taking place is a gamble. The two parties in question are gambling on the order of elimination, hoping to pick up votes from right-wing minor parties ahead of the Greens. It is, of course, acceptable to want to beat other parties, even parties that are broadly sympathetic. The problem is, however, that sometimes electoral gambles backfire. 2004 in Victoria is a case in point. Family First candidate Steve Fielding was elected to the Senate on Labor and Democrat preferences. The latter two parties had preferenced against the Greens in that state; as a result, an adversarial party was elected as opposed to a sympathetic one.
Other parties have been more principled in the preferencing. The Secular Party has stuck to a sympathetic flow (on a personal note, their preference flow in New South Wales is closest to my below the line vote); while the Pirate Party took a more democratic line, allowing their members to vote on the preference order. Perhaps the strangest preference flow comes from the Shooters Party, which is, quite simply, all over the place and is, at present, unfathomable (at least to this observer).
There are two points I will make in conclusion. First, these kinds of shenanigans have only strengthened my support for Optional Preferential Voting (which would eliminate these very shenanigans!); second, it is ridiculous for minor political parties to preference against their sympathies. The Senate is so finely balanced that counter-intuitive preferencing can throw the Senate out of kilter for up to six years. If the gamble some of these parties have taken backfires, it could lead to antithetical policy directions that undermine their own agenda, and the agenda of progressive politics more broadly.
Sunday, 18 August 2013
Monday, 12 August 2013
Molly and Sam (draft)
Sam came home late, the lamplight on his dressing table was still
on, just as he left it that morning before heading off to work, just as he had
the night before that. He’d worked late
every night that week; it seemed the lamplight had been on all that time,
there to greet the streetlights when Sam got home, and there to wish them
goodnight as he left for work. His bed was unmade; his dressing
gown on the floor.
But
something was amiss: the telephone at his bedside was also on the floor. He
didn’t knock it off. In fact, he hadn’t used it in six months. A frosty breeze
was in the process of cooling his whole apartment; his bedroom was just a few
degrees shy of the outside cold. The sun had only set an hour before. He traced
the cool wind to the kitchen. The sink was cold to the touch, as was the fridge
door; his bare feet on the kitchen floor confirmed that a window must be open
nearby. The kitchen/dining room window was open, a couple of inches. The smoke,
he thought. The smoke in the morning, his head out the window to keep the smell
out. It was a pointless ritual because the whole apartment stank.
He
had left the window open while he was out, but he couldn’t be sure if it were
just today, or the whole week. Moving through the house, he turned on every light:
the kitchen/dining room, the lounge room, the bedroom, and the toilet lights. A
cupboard was open in the kitchen; a wooden chair was overturned; six empty
bottles were scattered about the floor, a speaker for his television set with
them. This isn’t how he had left the apartment, he thought. He moved quickly
back to his bedroom and, throwing away the blankets of his bed, he dropped to
his knees, then bent under the bed. He emerged, with wriggles and groans, with
a shoe box, the lid still intact. Dishevelled from the mild exertion he rolled
to a seated position, his back against his bed. He furrowed his brow as he
lifted the lid: all the letters were there. Every one of them; he counted. His
heavy breath eased. He looked up; the clinking of two bottles from the lounge
room had brought his heavy breathing back. Tucking the shoe box under his arm,
he crawled awkwardly to the lamplight, turning it off, then crawled towards the
door, lying prone on his belly. His breathed whistled through his nose; he was
sure it was loud enough to hear from the other room. He couldn’t stop. He
breathed in deep and coughed.
He
held his breath for five seconds, trying to be silent, to hear what was
happening. Another clink. Slowly, he rose to his knees; he planted his free hand
to brace himself, then extended one leg. He paused, stopped breathing; he could
hear nothing. He placed the shoe boxed on the floor, and slide it towards the
bed; with sharp, deep breaths he stood up, fist clenched, his eyes adjusting to
the light. He mouthed the words, “one” – “two” – “three.” He ran through his
bedroom door down the short corridor to the lounge room/kitchen/dining room
area, growling first, erupting into a deep-throated yell. He stood prepared to
fight, prepared to be struck – nothing.
“Where
are you – cunt.” he yelled. His fist
still clenched, held up in a defensive pose. He paused, his nose whistling. He
heard a squeak and a clatter. The
kitchen! But he could see nothing; all the lights were on. Nothing. No
shadow. “Who’s there?” he said, with a wrinkled nose, stepping slowly toward
the kitchen. He heard another noise: plastic tapping against plastic. “Molly?”
he whispered. Meow. “Mol-ly!” a little ginger cat slid bashfully
from behind the kitchen counter. Meow. “Molly.” He cracked his fingers, walked
over, and picked up the young ginger cat with both hands, placing her on the
counter. Closing his eyes, he brought his face to hers; she head-butted him and
he laughed. She purred. He stood there for some time has she head-butted him
twice more.
Sam
picked up Molly again and carried her to his bedroom, turning the light back on
he walked in and sat on the bed. She walked all over his unmade bed, purring
and sniffing furiously. He bent over and picked up the shoe box on the floor,
sitting it next to him. Molly came over and sniffed inside; she sneezed. He
laughed. He scratched her chin, her eyes closed as she tilted her head
backward. With his free hand he took out a letter from the shoe box. He opened
it, then paused, stopped scratching Molly’s head, at which she opened her eyes
and questioned him brushing her head against the letter. “I wrote these ten
years ago; she kept them all – then gave them back.” He smiled sadly. He took a
breath and sighed. “Dear Molly,” he read out loud.
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Thursday, 8 August 2013
The Defence of Poetry in the Modern World: A Proposal
It
has largely become a cliché in the discussion of poetry, of its moral and
social merits, to address the great Platonic rejection of the art from any
ideal state of being. Poets were kicked out of the Republic, and for millennia
they have held a grudge. Poets “know” intuitively the social and moral
importance of their art, the odd outlandish remark punctuating the point: “poets
are the unacknowledged legislators of the world” Shelley announces. The
emphasis, one suspects, is on unacknowledged
with a touch of agitation. As a result of Plato’s rough treatment, there has
grown the tradition of the “defence” of poetry, but it seems no acknowledgement
of poetry’s importance is yet forthcoming.
But
can poetry’s modern obscurity and disfavour really be attributed to an ancient
philosopher? The problem that poetry faces today is not philosophical, but perhaps
rather economical. Poetry has always suffered from a lack of money and popular
appeal; as Robert Frost says, “there is no money in poetry and no poetry in
money.” Poetry is forever on the defence because it has a limited audience; it
seems it has always had a limited audience, with few exceptions. We try to
teach it in school, and perhaps this is where the problem lies. Equally as
problematic, in the contemporary context, poetry cannot contend with the
hyperstimulation of modern technology and entertainment.
Poetry
has remained largely unchanged; the biggest change it has ever endured is the
great leap from the oral to written form. The latter, of course, retains a
connection with the former. Modern technology, however, has accelerated at such
pace that our lives and or experiences are unimaginably different to what to
what they were two or three generations ago. Poetry, to be sure, is an ancient
art, if not the most ancient, and this is perhaps why we so often return to
that first great rejection. We must not overlook the possibility, however, that
society may have just past us by. This is the existential threat that poetry
faces, and it is up to poets not only to resist this nihilism, but to assert
its positive presence in society. More than just poets, it is up to thinkers
and theorists and poetry’s small but loyal coterie of sympathisers to defend
poetry.
But,
does poetry actually need “defending”? Surely, there will always be readers of
poetry. The internet has opened up the lines of communication between human
beings across great distances more than any other invention; it has taken the
inventions of language and the written word into a new dimension. There are
numerous online poetry publications, as well as online communities of poets
where their art can be shared and discussed. While there is still little money
in poetry, it doesn’t seem to be any worse off in Information Age.
Poets
still practice their art freely; readers still read, and theorists still
theorise. Students still hate poetry, and teachers still don’t help. The
question “what is poetry?” however, also remains unanswered. Poetry, for many,
still remains a mystery; the mysteries of rhyme, metre, free verse, even the
social and moral purpose of poetry, are vexatious for many. Or, perhaps, poetry
slows life and the mind down to a pace at which it must consider things at
depth, and this is frustrating in the flittering age of the internet. Does
anybody really want to think anymore when knowledge is just a Google search away?
Importantly, does anybody need to
think the way in which poetry compels us anymore?
Poetry
must always find and assert its relevance in any given time period; it is no
different today. Poets have an obligation to their craft not only to find its
contemporary niche, but to expand that niche and seek acknowledgement. This is
achieved as much through the practice of poetry as through imparting the
practice to others, creatively and pedagogically. Understanding what poetry is requires a sustained engagement by
practitioners and theorists alike in order to uncover and convey the mysteries
of poetry to those both inside and outside the coterie of poetry.
Understanding
poetry is not the same as understanding other arts. Poetry is itself about
understanding, about metaphor and meaning-making. Poetry can make us think
deeply, and challenge our cognitive capacity; a good poem will always punish a
lazy reader, but reward an attentive one. Understanding poetry, answering the
question “what is poetry?” is a complex matter that has wracked the minds of
poets, theorists, critics, and philosophers since Plato. It may, then, have
been a fundamental misunderstanding of poetry that led to Plato’s rash
decision. But we can only assume.
How
then is poetry to be explained? Perhaps more importantly, how is poetry to be
explained so as to attract more readers? Poetry, after all, relates to a
fundamental process of thinking; indeed, poetry turns us back towards that
process of meaning-making like no other art. To understand poetry, then, is to
understand meaning-making at its most fundamental level. The challenge for
poets and poetic thinkers alike is to demonstrate this vital dimension of
poetry. This is a theoretical problem as much as a practical problem; as much
as a pedagogical problem as it is a critical problem.
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The
relationship between poetic practice and theory is an important intersection
that can shed light on our understanding of poetry, but that relationship is also
problematic. There is no comprehensive theory of poetry, but countless
parochial ones. Every poet has a few theories that might explain their use of a
favourite metaphor or trope; every theorist has a theory by which to explain
why their favourite poet is particularly special. There may be a danger, then,
that theory is just a side industry or a curiosity, so much self-justificatory
or self-congratulatory “padding.” What, then, is the relationship between
practice and theory? Does poetic practice even need theory? What purposed does
the latter serve to the former?
It
is, perhaps, too glib to suggest that the theory of poets is self-serving,
equally so with theorists and critics. The attempt to understand poetry is an
ongoing effort to which every poet and theorist adds his or her voice and
ideas. The question, however, must be asked, what value does theory have in
relation to the practice of poetry. Can theory ever explain poetry? Can
practice ever be used to prove theory? Do poets write to a theory, or does
theory come ex post facto?
Poets,
like Wordsworth, Shelley, Eliot, and Brodsky, have contributed just as
significantly to poetic theory as much as practice. But we must ask what the
relationship between their theory and practice is. In what way, for instance,
is Eliot’s notion of the “objective correlative” at work in The Waste Land? Equally importantly, we
must also ask what the relationship between the theoretical insights of poets
is. And further, can we apply the insights of one poet to the works of another?
Can Philip Larkin’s notion of the “emotional concept” be applied Robert Frost’s
“Death of the Hired Man”? Is there any value in such comparative analysis? Will
this get us any closer to understanding what poetry is?
We
have been trying to understand poetry – to answer the question “what is poetry?”
– since at least Aristotle; since Plato, we have been “defending” it against misunderstanding. There is a long
tradition of theoretical defences and explications of poetry, which can be
mined for convergent insights. “Delight,” for instance, or “wisdom” (or “knowledge,”
or “learning”) are recurrent concepts in the defence of poetry. The goal of
poetry, as Sidney succinctly puts it, is “to teach and delight.” “A poem” Frost
says concurring, “begins in delight and ends in wisdom.” For Aristotle, the
delight, or pleasure, originates in mimesis; for Plato, the sin of poetry consists
in the wrong kind of teaching it imparts through mimesis. Is it possible to explain
the delight and teaching of poetry in defence against Plato’s accusations?
Our
understanding of the human body and brain is of such an advanced nature that we
may someday soon map human thought with high fidelity. Soon, we may be able to
map the poetic experience inside the brain and see poetic delight; we might be able to see the benefits of poetry.
This might be considered a threat, the unravelling of yet another rainbow. What
are the implications of our growing cognitive and neurological understanding of
human thought and experience for poetic theory and practice? To what extent
should poets embrace technology? And how might our understanding of the human
body and brain be incorporated into our understanding of poetry?
Perhaps
a new “defence of poetry” would be characterised by the re-evaluation of poetry
in light of new scientific knowledge. As knowledge and technology evolves,
society changes; as society changes, so does its relationship to its artists,
including its poets. The poet’s niche must be carved anew. The rise of
technology and scientific knowledge can be seen to throw into stark relief the
relationship between poetic practice and theory, in part because science and
technology have changed how we relate to each other. Poetry, the “most ancient”
of arts, connects us to our history and our origins; how we reconcile it with
our technology-driven future may be the most important question of all.
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Wednesday, 7 August 2013
"Voting For": Against Electoral Cowardice
There's no such thing as a "vote against" a party or candidate; there is only a "vote for." You must vote for someone. To vote is an inherently positive thing; it has no negative or negating qualities. It is, as such, disingenuous to encourage others to vote against a party or candidate; it is patently not what occurs in the act of voting. The tension within this for/against dichotomy is most acute in two-party electoral systems. To vote against one party is, to put it simplistically, to vote for the other party. The peculiarities of the Australian electoral further exacerbate this for/against dichotomy.
At the Federal level, compulsory preferential voting is used. To put it briefly, every candidate on the ballot must be numbered, meaning that, even if you don't "vote 1" for either of the major parties, you must put one before the other in the number sequence or your vote doesn't count. So you end up having to vote Coalition or Labor in the end if you want your vote to count at all. I'm not going to debate the merits of the electoral system here, but the system highlights the importance of understanding that to vote is an inherently positive act; positive, that is, in that it must be given to someone (a party or candidate), it is never taken away. Mathematically speaking, voting is an act of addition, not subtraction.
I say it is disingenuous to encourage a misunderstanding of the act of voting, but I would go further and argue that it is a form of cowardice. Recently, the Sydney Telegraph used its front page to call for the Labor party to be kicked out, the title screamed "Kick This Mob Out!" (Read related story here.) Other pundits have expressed a similar sentiment. But a vote against Labor must be a vote for the Coalition, yet it is not often couched in such explicit terms. Perhaps it is out of fear of losing credibility by explicitly endorsing a party or candidate, a vain attempt at retaining some degree of objectivity. Once you endorse a party or candidate everything you say subsequently will be viewed through that prism; not only that, such an endorsement is an acknowledgement that your subsequent words will and can be viewed through that prism. There is no defence or deflection once you have acknowledged your bias, and this can be seen as giving up a strategic advantage.
It is cowardice to encourage a vote against a party, especially in a system where voting is compulsory and the form of voting is as onerous as ours. It is no bad thing to support or endorse a particular party, but when it is obfuscated in the manner that it so often is, behind outrage and indignation directed towards that other party, it is dishonest. If you wish to support a party then positively endorse them, because that is ultimately what voting is: a binding endorsement of a particular party, not a dis-endorsement of any other party.
At the Federal level, compulsory preferential voting is used. To put it briefly, every candidate on the ballot must be numbered, meaning that, even if you don't "vote 1" for either of the major parties, you must put one before the other in the number sequence or your vote doesn't count. So you end up having to vote Coalition or Labor in the end if you want your vote to count at all. I'm not going to debate the merits of the electoral system here, but the system highlights the importance of understanding that to vote is an inherently positive act; positive, that is, in that it must be given to someone (a party or candidate), it is never taken away. Mathematically speaking, voting is an act of addition, not subtraction.
I say it is disingenuous to encourage a misunderstanding of the act of voting, but I would go further and argue that it is a form of cowardice. Recently, the Sydney Telegraph used its front page to call for the Labor party to be kicked out, the title screamed "Kick This Mob Out!" (Read related story here.) Other pundits have expressed a similar sentiment. But a vote against Labor must be a vote for the Coalition, yet it is not often couched in such explicit terms. Perhaps it is out of fear of losing credibility by explicitly endorsing a party or candidate, a vain attempt at retaining some degree of objectivity. Once you endorse a party or candidate everything you say subsequently will be viewed through that prism; not only that, such an endorsement is an acknowledgement that your subsequent words will and can be viewed through that prism. There is no defence or deflection once you have acknowledged your bias, and this can be seen as giving up a strategic advantage.
It is cowardice to encourage a vote against a party, especially in a system where voting is compulsory and the form of voting is as onerous as ours. It is no bad thing to support or endorse a particular party, but when it is obfuscated in the manner that it so often is, behind outrage and indignation directed towards that other party, it is dishonest. If you wish to support a party then positively endorse them, because that is ultimately what voting is: a binding endorsement of a particular party, not a dis-endorsement of any other party.
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