Matthew Henry John Bartlett

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Thursday 28 February, 02008

Fighting words

by Matthew Bartlett @ 9:20 am

lyrics: ‘Universal Soldier’, by Donovan

Wednesday 10 August, 02005

by Matthew Bartlett @ 3:50 pm

Lyrics: ‘Penetration’ by Pedro the Lion

Wednesday 01 June, 02005

by Matthew Bartlett @ 11:30 pm

Lyrics: Bill Withers/Grandma’s hands
NT Wright: The Lord’s Prayer as a paradigm of Christian prayer

Monday 28 March, 02005

by Matthew Bartlett @ 4:14 pm

Telford Work speech to university candidates
The education & Catholic conversion of EF Schumacher
Daniel Nichols: The Wounded Tree
Lyrics: Nina Simone/Mississippi Goddam

Friday 21 January, 02005

by Matthew Bartlett @ 12:14 pm

Lyrics: Radiohead/The Amazing Sounds of Orgy
How to fold a shirt [flash, via RDB]

Wednesday 19 January, 02005

by Matthew Bartlett @ 10:49 am

Lyrics: Kayne West/Jesus Walks
Teen Girl Squad #8

Wednesday 08 December, 02004

Te Whiti & the Republic of Hawera

by Matthew Bartlett @ 8:03 pm

I am reading Ask That Mountain: The Story of Parihaka by Dick Scott. I went to a book launch of his a week ago, and a man told me that this book changed his life. Up till now all I knew of Te Whiti was Tim Finn’s song. Interesting things have happened in New Zealand’s history:

The settler could not believe his eyes. Long furrows broke his grassland and a team of silent ploughmen was steadily extending the area of upturned soil. This was land only seven miles from New Plymouth, it had been in undisturbed European possession since the wars, the original owners, long ago killed or hunted off, had been forgotten. Courtney, the outraged farmer, rushed to stop them. But the Maori ploughmen who started work before sunrise at Oakura on the morning of 26 May 1879, serenely continued till dusk. And the next day was the same, and the next, until twenty acres were turned under.
   Fifty miles away to the south the same thing happened on Bayley’s farm. And soon the dogged ploughmen were working from daylight to dark on pakeha-occupied land from one end of Taranaki to the other. Sometimes they worked with bullocks, sometimes with horses, but always they were unarmed, good-tempered — and firm. Te Whiti is not ploughing the land, he is only ploughing the belly of the government, the intruders blandly explained to irate onlookers. The Governor, Sir Hercules Robinson, who made a special visit to watch the the men at work, ‘almost exploded with indignation’ at the sight.
   Wild rumours flew. Some thought the ploughing meant reoccupation of land bought and not paid for, some believed it was to call attention to the wrongs of the past, others declared it was a religious outburst inspired by Samson’s excursions against the Philistines. Parris, Civil Commissioner for Taranaki, was sent to Parihaka to sound out Te Whiti. Of course he had authorised the ploughing, Te Whiti told him. At the Waitara meeting the previous year Grey had said he would ‘plant a tree of peace whose branches would spread over the land’ — and then he had begun to steal the Waimate Plains. The ploughing was to probe Grey’s heart.
   At Hawera where excited meetings condemned government delay in shooting down the Maoris, the settlers banded together to issue a declaration of independence. James Livingston, a sergeant in the wards, now a substantial landowner was made president, sentries guared his roughly fortified house, and over it solemnly flew the flag of the ‘Republic of Hawera’.
   The plains were close to bloodshed when a hundred Hawera vigilantes, armed with loaded rifles and extended in skirmishing order, came down on a party of ploughmen. Only the cool discipline of the Maoris averted pitched battle. Tohu had been asked by the ploughmen what they should do if any of their number were shot. ‘Gather up the earth on which the bolood has spilt and bring it to Parihaka,’ he replied.

Wednesday 10 November, 02004

Strange news from another star

by Matthew Bartlett @ 6:37 am

Today I read that Beth Gibbons wrote ‘Killing Time‘ which Joss Stone sings, and that Portishead are working on tracks for a new album.

Monday 08 November, 02004

Lyrics: Sia/Sunday

by Matthew Bartlett @ 12:53 pm

For those who’ve slept
For those who’ve kept
Themselves jacked up
How Jesus wept

For those in need
For those who speed
For those who try to slow their minds with weed

For those who wake
With a blind headache
Who must be still
Who will sit and wait
For sunday, to be monday

Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination run away

For those with guilt
For those who wilt
Under pressure
No tears over spilt milk

Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination runaway

Tuesday 19 October, 02004

by Matthew Bartlett @ 6:17 am

Lyrics: Mecury Rev/Nite and Fog
Some quotes on the Prostitution Law Reform Act 2003 [20k PDF]

Friday 15 October, 02004

Interior decorating

by Matthew Bartlett @ 7:04 am

While I was out, my kind flatmates rearranged the two front rooms. Now when I work at home, I can see the sea without turning my head. No doubt the various seafarers will be grateful for my constant vigilance. This room also has Tim’s and Richard’s computers in it too, so it is now Productivity Central. We rearranged the main lounge so that it’s Relaxation Central, with three couches in a U-shape, the black and white teev and bookcase to the side, and our mighty mighty chess arena (coffee table) in the middle.

Lately when I go to bed at night I can’t wait to finish sleeping so that I can get up and back into it. I feel like my life is coordinated from off-stage and I am along to enjoy the ride.

Wednesday 06 October, 02004

by Matthew Bartlett @ 8:47 pm

Leonard Cohen: Ballad of the Absent Mare

Wednesday 28 July, 02004

by Matthew Bartlett @ 11:57 am

Zero 7 videos: Somersault, Home, Full concert [QT]

Tuesday 20 July, 02004

by Matthew Bartlett @ 7:31 am

Lyrics: Beck/Little one

Tuesday 13 July, 02004

by Matthew Bartlett @ 10:03 am

I’m thinking Radiohead’s Life in a Glass House is Adbusters in a bottle.

The other day a friend told me that New Zealand currently has 60 troops in Iraq, and Australia has 90 (though it has many more in the surrounding countries). I had the impression that we are pretty much neutral in this particular conflict, while Australia is fully on-side with America, but if those figures are accurate, we are three times more committed (per capita) than the Aussies.