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Wednesday’s Curzon showing of John Pilger’s film The Coming War with China

Posted in Current affairs, health, politics, Stories and reviews, Stories and reviews by Kathy Da Silva, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 19, 2016 by kathydasilva



I have been writing or working on, the next novel in a list of ‘ideas’ as they had started out, tonight. It is my first ‘supernatural’ or possibly ‘sci fi’ one in subject, but, the aim was indeed, more H.G. Wells in origins. A picture of one possible future. I have in the past had dreams some quite surreal in content, and certainly, I am going to have to find a way to interweave, the content of this, in the current book. It was in the endeavour to do this, that I suddenly became mindful too, of the possible reality that lay ahead if the politicians are unable to get their heads round the conflict zones, particularly the grave and unholy wars of the Middle East. Humans only maintain personal dignity and dignified living if they respect eachother’s rights, of passage, through this life. Our enjoyment through the progress of history has been to create, civilized society, where amongst the work and toil we also manage to enjoy, something of a leisure time, and this most truly is represented in the form of holidays for family and with friends. I shudder to think of what my impressions of the Med will be if I should manage to get back to an annual vacation somewhere like in Greece and or Italy or Spain. For how should I be able to forget the many lives lost, in the effort to be free from war, in the waters that lay lapping the edge of the shores there? The ‘miscreants’ at the top seem ‘hell bent’ for spoiling it for all of us currently. How did that happen? How did 9/11 arrive on our shores. How can 900 firemen develop cancers and some have died of those cancers, and remarkably, not much of a protest was allowed to be shown on a television network of national breadth.

I am penning or typing this article, having remembered something, from a holiday in Lake Como with my then alive and just retired mother. It would have been in the late eighties, and my mother and I had innocently wandered into the grounds of one of the villas, a historic one, with much ornamentation to its interior. The person who was an employee, who normally would have given tourists a guided talk, with helpful hints at famous historical characters who had stayed or dwelt there, this person had told us that much of the building had been prebooked for a conference on nuclear power. There were some rooms therefore not open for viewing. The Villa Como, that we were showed had some rooms, where in the time of Napoleon, and his love, Josephine, where they had stayed with adjoining rooms. A romantic era, and with what had caught most people’s attention,  the guide, had helped us enjoy, our afternoon. We had proceeded further along the lakeside, buildings to find other more open houses, and in one, remarkably a machine rather like a CT scanner, was being shown, only this machine, measured in an accurate manner levels of radiation in a body from top, to toe, head to feet. When I viewed John Pilger’s film the other week, which was broadcast by independent television, he had showed a rather older version of  a scanner which measured where and in what part the radiation had filtered to in the human body, ‘the guinea pig’, who had volunteered from the Marshall Islanders, who after all were fairly poor and open to economically enhancing experiments on themselves. The Islanders, non of whom live much beyond the age of forty on average today because of the pollution of nuclear bombs, which have been tested there. What is more frightening, is that the political leaders of our time think this is the only way forward to maintain that fragile thing called PEACE. The horrid tragedy of Fukashima, is enough I would have thought to put people off nuclear energy altogether. So why do we allow our leaders to do this? This is the even more bewildering thing, apart from that somewhere in the eighties, a group of women did protest the placement of cruise missiles on a site of common ground near to their villages, as clearly it made the site a possible ‘first strike zone’. The women won their point and the missiles were removed. We possess only one missile of this size, on a submarine further north, between the border of England and Scotland.

It now  seems along time since the subject of nuclear war or power has come into the text of regular articles and news items

030606-N-0000X-005 Washington, D.C. (Jun. 6, 2003) -- Artist concept of the SSGN conversion program. Four Ohio-class strategic missile submarines USS Ohio (SSBN 726), USS Michigan (SSBN 727) USS Florida (SSBN 728), and USS Georgia (SSBN 729) have been selected for transformation into a new platform, designated SSGN or Tactical Trident. The SSGNs will have the capability to support and launch up to 154 Tomahawk missiles, a significant increase in capacity as compared to other platforms. The 22 missile tubes will also provide the capability to carry other payloads, such as unmanned underwater vehicles (UUVs), unmanned aerial vehicles (UAVs) and special forces equipment. This new platform will also have the capability to carry and support more than 66 Navy SEALs (Sea, Air and Land) and insert them clandestinely into potential conflict areas. U.S. Navy graphic. (RELEASED)

with a detrimental warning of the possibilities of war, using them. I am now more convinced since viewing John Pilger’s film, that the rotten way that politicians, who many have supported the making of these more refined weapons, and some who have invested their own money in the making of them, have also devised the way to keep the perpetuation of their making in with the nation’s plans of defense. For as long as we the human race run away from our creator, we will fear war and arguments with other nations. It is all so material in the end. But, sad too, the money to make war, could have been spent on space travel and or cures for disease in humans and animals.

If it is over thirty years ago now that an advanced scanner for detection of nuclear radiation in the human body was shown on the shores of Lago di Como, just where is that technology now?  And in whose hands? Will our parks be the beautiful places for our children to inherit in the future?

I feel unhappy, and very sad, that in The Coming War with China, we are left with the knowledge that a build up of military units is already in place in the far western Pacific Isles, and in one such location 40,000 military personnel, live regularly. And no mention of the radioactive plume affecting the Pacific waters, and fish, and the fact that so much of the Pacific is apparently dead already. Do we really want more deadly radiation?

God bless the people who speak of peace.

City of Stone

Posted in Poetry, Stories and reviews by Kathy Da Silva with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 29, 2016 by kathydasilva


Water runs down a pane of glass

The cup of anger is still spilling

It leaves sticky stained materials

Bared fury like filthy broth and prison food

No one makes the choice of another

So mood swung damages, chipped floors

And bricks of hate flung into pits of fury

Chaotically, jumbled, living amongst the rootless,


The effigy of guilt

Wrapped round cursed scorn

And blue air turned into ice baths

Waking as if the bed is made of nails

That have cut and bruised nightly

Anything that laid itself there

Or dared to lay itself there

The felt floor that masks mistrust

Tapered, threadbare lives.

Chemically and filthy

Rat poisoned humanity

Grey-skinned and anaemically

Uttering their madness

As they roll like pigs in

Human fed obsessions

Swollen eyes and flesh clinging to the railings

Around the bathing pool of gloom

Watching the rest of humanity

Writhing in the catastrophic

Judgement of its own failure

Beads of sweat on the bald heads of men

With pig-like faces

The ultraviolet baring it all in glowing forms

Psychadelic amnesias, the petulant flesh expanding

Electronic conveyance like a manufactured coralling

To and from madness

To and from





The above poem was made earlier this year. The day after I published to the web, I noticed, IDS resigned from his position, as he disagreed with further cut backs for the disabled amongst us. But, truly the problem is on a larger scale, with regard to food and habits of humans who would if they could eat natural foods, grown by their own families. A return to natural food stuffs, and with a healthier outlook, might just save the day. But, where are we now, using our technology for killing people, basically through war. And all the technology for war has a poisonous effect, and after effect. We need to return to Our God, who cared and cares for us.

This and other poems by me can be bought in a collection Life Dance through and I publish with and everytime someone buys a book, I get fed too, with a small royalty, this keeps the poet in me alive, and enables me to share the wisdom handed down to us through the bible and philosophy.


Cartooning…….politics, society…

Posted in Current affairs, health, politics, Stories and reviews by Kathy Da Silva with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 6, 2016 by kathydasilva


Yes..I think I could get to liking drawing in marker pens, cartoon satire, or, just illustration, or both..! There is something awfully freestyle about marker pen usage. I can totally understand some artists doing this… when I have worked up enough images I’ll put them together in a book, or fit them into Driftwood an illustrated version, as the subject gives itself to an attempt at the provocative element. Each destination of Irene and Michel, in my story,has been set there with purpose, and the significance of which gives inspiration for their drawings, and commenting on what is happening in the current political sphere of Earth. I have only barely suggested these things as, it is more about feeling uneasy, and pursued, by something as if we are all tested by our own convictions and beliefs for what is going on in society. How can society take in all of the violence of conflict and the new displacement of whole populations…

I often think, with the probable and uneasy position some world leaders take, with regard to war or no war, scenarios, that, we the citizens must try our best to influence back, and feed into the arena of talks,  the subjects of which concern us all as humans. I remember when it concerned quite a few of us, humans, the use of nuclear weaponry. In particular in England there was a reaction to the positioning of cruise misiles designed in the USA.  Although there is less damage, done with ‘reduced’ plutonium missiles in terms of area affected when the bombs hit the ground, they still do leave significant pollutant radioactive particles, and this affects human life in the future, in particular new human growth of foetuses, and young children are more prone to  cancers. The problematical issue is who is left to sweep up, the radioactive dust. The wind does blow the stuff around, significantly.  And too, I am mindful of the Fukashima disaster, which is still upon us, in the northern hemisphere in particular. I am so very worried, that a lot of our current political ‘mayhem’, is mere distraction from the reality of what might be upon us very soon, with much more of our Earth’s atmosphere, contaminated with the ‘particles’. When Cheronbyl, happened, even milk in the Welsh hills had to be thrown away because it had been contaminated, with rainfall, and too, this is often swept away into the archives of past news. But, it is still with us now. And so more to the point, we must consider all these things, when agreeing or disagreeing to war, with use of such weaponry.

I look at arenas, the political ones in particular. The Colosseum, is a place of fascination even as a ruin, but, it represents, a time when a dictator had absolute rule, and used people as pawns, in games which ended in death. It is one of those frightening moments in human history, that the wealthy and influential should choose to be thus entertained. I must say at this point, too in literature recently there seems to have been a return, although technically only in ficitional form, to the theme of such a game. I did not  take to the book The Hunger Games, and given its popularity it made me wonder if we as humans had progressed at all toward civility.

I have looked at the USA, arena recently, seeing something that to me sets an absolutely frightening, precendent. That the use of new technology, is and has been, to target it for new use as weaponry against, ‘the foe’. The problemmatical issues, have not even been discussed. The people were not informed or asked, whether certain weapons represent something that is good or essential. And how frightening for ‘all’ of ‘us’, that new weaponry, is about rule, not defense of the nation. I am not a Globalist for this reason. I believe in democracy, as the only civilized way forward. When I saw the author Barrett Brown being set up for a jail sentence, and subsequently imprisoned on a plea bargain basis, I also saw, that the whole justice system had been manipulated to deny, a certain, truth from emerging. I am glad, too, that some of the corruption is about to be dealt with, well hopefully. But, imagine, the effect of three and a half years jail, upon a young ambitious mind. His investigative journalism was effectively hilighting, the use of private contracted firms in ‘possible assassinations’. I cannot say for sure, whether ‘assassination’ were carried out, but, with certain movies suggesting the kind of ‘black ops’, that may have already taken place, yes it does bring to mind, that our leaders need more scrutiny, and I would wish for a more honest approach in politics, not a threatening ‘new arena’ not unlike the ancient Colosseum of Rome. Citadels of power need to be scrutinized. It is the job of the FBI, to take issue with irregular behaviour of politicians too.

The Americans often say in God We Trust. But, who is left to be Godly, if all have departed from the faith?

Follow the Light…

Posted in Autobiography, Stories and reviews by Kathy Da Silva with tags , , , , , on June 12, 2016 by kathydasilva


Nostalgia overcame me the other day. I was mournful and sorry that I had never fully appreciated the great and amazing ability of my feet to dance form dance moves and steps, and also my own general mobility. Having an accident, has really been quite a hard experience. I am not someone who likes to be ill in any sense, I work on my own health and eat good food most of the time but this takes quite an effort, and you have to shop well for foods that are not processed, and preferably are more in their raw state or at least with no additives. I have even bought additionally some multivitamins because, of the need for some extra iron, and calcium, after all I am having to grow new bone, so like all the foods that feed the body with what is needed for white nail tips and glossy hair, the replenishment of nutrients for healing is something of a focus. DSCF1643

Am thinking forward to loosing weight, and doing some dance class or exercise to get my limbs back to what they can be.  I have been watching the Fantastic Four film. If only limbs could grow back quickly, when breaks occur! The awful thing is my foot actually does feel alright and is itching to move around.

Amazingly when I was hit by the car, the front bumper, I actually had an internal vision of the action of the car as it stove into my ankle, and then I believe the front left hand tyre  ran over the foot, as my memory held onto the image of the tyre being well pumped up and firm.  As my hand was no where near the car it can only be the truth that the tyre ran over the foot. The thing was, that I had a pair of leather ballet pumps on that day, no socks. But, the toe and heal of the shoe were designed with a double layer of leather, and for this reason I think my toes and heel were saved and the bottom of the foot.  The sole of the shoe, also was a well designed foot comfort type. I have never been more grateful to a manufacturer for making such a sensible and protective shoe.  If I had had my winter boots on I may well have got away with a sprain  or just bad bruising, who knows?

The worst thing about the accident, was the car an unmarked police car came  up the slip road the wrong way and with no siren at that point. I never heard it coming, and he did not even use his horn. I think he did not see me, I wore a black long coat. But, I guess it will make me more aware of possible repercussions. I am hoping it was just an accident.  It was eerie that the car was silent. I never heard even its engine until it the object the car hit my leg and I was staring down at the bonnet. Fortunately I fell backward back onto the pedestrian island.

An angel beside me every day I pray, so this will never happen again!

The hospital was marvelous, and eventually I had everything repaired as best it could be by the Saturday the accident had occurred on Thursday, 28th April 2016. The leg was severely bruised by all the manipulation of the bones back into position and there were two entry wounds with stitches to cope with too, and an enormous plaster cast for the first ten days which felt like concrete on the end of my foot.  They put a lighter weight plaster cast on subsequently.  I have never rested so much in my life.  I remember the character of the wife in Don’t Say a Word, she had her leg in plaster and was bed ridden with a sling to lift the leg in the air and a maid who came and made the dinners for everyone! But, I had no such luxury as I at this time have been living with just the company of a cat. My neighbor in the end became a source of help, and he had come to the hospital and collected my spare key, and helped with feeding my cat. But, it is a hard way to survive! My respect goes to all those who suffer disability daily. Managing with crutches with me being over my ideal weight has taught me to lose it all and get more lean.   I sometimes also suffer from a lack of enthusiasm for food, in this predicament, because when I use to trot round to the shops, I could shop daily for individual things and just now of course it all takes lots more planning to avoid journeys.

Friends and neighbors are a saving grace, and hopefully I will remember this for a long time to come.