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Ai Weiwei & why I set up this blog

Watching an ABC (Australia) 'One + One' interview with Ai Weiwei, I had a directional thought: that if he can have risked his life on a daily basis under a brutally repressive Chinese Communist regime to present to the world a forum for truth telling, then I, in my relative comfort & liberty have a responsibility to tell the truth from this 'miggle miggle' class Aussie bloke's angles, which are more manifold than our current ideologies might like to admit. Some will argue that we've heard it all before, but I'm not so sure -- else I wouldn't be doing this. The truth is always difficult to tell, regardless of one's social positioning. Some may say that I am a victor in History and you could see it that way. But I am also a fragment of the human whole, and so while suffering exists I am implicated. I am not here to cry for me, but to cry for all 'Argentina'. I consider my role in all of this, and my position in the world allows me to shed light one would not see were one not viewing from this vantage point.

To begin it all then I thought I would show you my music & words and my most recent release 'L & H Pop'. A series of meditations on Love & Hate & the human heart. All up it is about 12 minutes long and works best taken as a whole. Perhaps universals do exist, I concede that it is a moot point, but I wouldn't communicate if I thought nobody could understand. Perhaps that's a universal.

Anyway, you're welcome to check out as often as you like & even download if the mood takes you.

https://melfrommelbourne.bandcamp.com/album/l-h-pop




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