Tuesday, 31 July 2012

KASHMIR'S TORTURE TRAIL


This is a documentary that a reader of the blog thought might be of interest to other viewers of ‘Turning Swords into Ploughshares’. It does not make for pleasant viewing! I am not sure if it can be viewed outside of the UK however I have listed the 4od links at the end of the descripton for further research for readers.

For those that can view it, there are only 9 days left on 4od so please try to see it before it is no longer accessible.


11.10pm Tue 10 July 2012C4
DURATION: 48:06
In the most militarised place on earth, one man is standing up to the armed might of the world's largest democracy. Kashmir's Torture Trail follows a Kashmiri lawyer as he uncovers India's best kept secret.

With the world's media attention focused on repression in Syria and the threat to the Euro, the Indian state of Kashmir, nestling in the shadow of the Himalayas, is in danger of becoming a forgotten conflict.

But in 2010 this valley in the shadow of the Himalayas erupted in some of the most violent street protests it has ever seen. Hundreds of thousands of stone-throwing teenagers took aim at heavily armed Indian Security Force troops, who returned live fire, with 118 demonstrators killed, many of them children, followed by a lockdown in which no one could get in or out of the state.

Kashmiri lawyer Parvez Imroz has never filed a divorce or defended a thief. Instead, this veteran Supreme Court advocate has spent his entire legal career dressed in a grey morning suit and working pro-bono.

Broke but determined, with two young children and a wife who complain he has yet to take them on a picnic, Imroz has always risked his life to keep the Indian authorities accountable in this disputed mountain state where, unseen by most of the world, an insurgency has rumbled on since 1989, claiming an estimated 70,000 lives.

Meeting the rioters to find out why they risked their lives, and accompanying a local human rights lawyer determined to investigate how India restored an uneasy peace, this powerful and shocking film uncovers a state-sanctioned torture programme that has set India on a collision course with the international community.

Links:
MONDAY 09 JULY 2012
The following links offer further reading on the issues raised by Kashmir's Torture Trail.

Please note, the links are external to Channel 4 and open in new windows.

True Vision
The production company behind Kashmir's Torture Trail has a page with more information about the film.

International People's Tribunal on Human Rights and Justice in Kashmir
A report on how the lawyer Parvez Imroz and his field workers uncovered a network of thousands of unmarked and mass graves.

Human Rights Watch: India
A series of reports on human rights in India.

Human Rights Watch: Torture
A series of reports on human rights and torture around the world.

Human Rights Watch: India UPR Submission
A Human Rights Watch update on human rights breaches in India.

Human Rights Watch: Umarked Graves in Jammu and Kashmir
A report calling for the investigation into unmarked graves found in Jammu and Kashmir.

BBC News: The Future of Kashmir?
A BBC news report on the possible solutions for the division of Kashmir.

BBC News: India-Pakistan: Troubled Relations
A BBC news timeline of the tensions between India and Pakistan from 1947 to 2001

Monday, 30 July 2012

21st-Century torture: life under Europe's 'last dictator'


Here is an article that I read in the Independent News Paper today and thought that it might be of interest. If I can find the video from Newsnight, I will add it to this.


Source: 30/07/2012 21st-Century torture: life under Europe's 'last dictator'
independent.co.uk/news/world/…/21stcentury-torture-life-under-europes-last-dictator-7986176.ht… 1/3

21st-Century torture: life under
Europe's 'last dictator'

The Belarusian President Alexander Lukashenko
Getty Images

Opposition activists say two men executed for a bombing in Minsk in 2011 were forced to
confess under duress. In a special report, John Sweeney experiences the torture they may
have endured
John Sweeney
Monday, 30 July 2012
The secretary-general of Interpol, Ronald K Noble, may have thought he had little to fear
from the Belarusian mother whose son was shot dead after he and a friend confessed to
planting a bomb that killed 15 people on the Minsk underground system last year. But
Lyuba Kovaleva is fighting a campaign that has raised grave questions about Mr Noble's
judgment, and is lending weight to claims that the Belarusian secret police, the KGB,
planted the device, rigged a show trial and tortured confessions out of the two suspects.
The tale begins two days after the metro bombing in April last year. President Alexander
Lukashenko – routinely called the "last dictator in Europe" – announced on TV that, thanks
to a KGB investigation, two men had confessed to the crime. He said they would face "the
most extreme punishment". The men were Ms Kovaleva's son, Vlad Kovalev, and his
flatmate – the alleged bomber – Dima Konovalov.
A month later, Mr Noble, an American, arrived in Minsk and held a press conference where
he is said to have compared the metro attack to the bombing of London's transport
network on 7 July 2005. He called Mr Konovalov "a terrorist" and praised "the high
professionalism" of the Belarusian criminal investigation for solving the case "so quickly".
The trial of the two suspects began four months later. They were found guilty in November
and in March this year both were executed with a bullet to the back of the head. Mr Noble
has been accused by opposition figures in Belarus of abandoning the presumption of
innocence until proven guilty, leaving himself open to the charge of being Mr Lukashenko's
"useful idiot" – criticisms Interpol hotly disputes.

Dmitry Konovalov left, and Vladislav Kovalev in cages at their trial last September
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In Vitebsk, three hours east of Minsk, I met Ms Kovaleva. A slight, frail woman racked with
grief, she said she was often watched by the KGB but that the coast was clear that day.
"The court has not a single piece of proof of guilt, not only of my son – who was dragged
into this – but also of Dima Konovalov, apart from Dima's confession, which he gave under
torture," she said in response to the official version of events – that the men had a fair
trial. "They were beaten to such an extent that when we were shown the video recording
of Dima being interrogated, he could barely speak. He could barely sit."
Opposition activists both inside and outside Belarus have claimed they were tortured at
KGB headquarters in central Minsk. The building is known as the "Amerikanka" and is said to
be named after a 1920s design for a Chicago prison. People who say they have been
tortured in the Amerikanka include the opposition figures Vlad Kobets and Natallia Radzina,
the presidential candidates Andrei Sannikov and Ales Mikhalevich, the poet Vladimir
Neklyayev, and others still in Belarus. They say that in December 2010, after a bitterly
disputed election, victims were forced to strip naked and stand in stress positions while
masked guards swished electric batons. Icicles hung from open windows and the
temperature outside was -20°C.

Mourners light candles at the scene of the Minsk metro bombing
Getty Images



As part of my investigation, I went to a freezer warehouse in North London to experience
it myself. I stripped off and stood in the Amerikanka stress torture position, described by
the opposition, for as long as I could bear. Opposition activists say they had to endure 40
minutes. I lasted 40 seconds.
In 2004, a European parliamentary report blamed the Lukashenko regime for the
disappearances of four political rivals and raised the possibility that they were killed by
death squads. Following an investigation by the BBC, it is understood that 30 more than
people, mainly gangsters and other undesirables, were killed on the orders of the state.
Mysterious suicides of political opponents are also common.
In the case of the Minsk metro bombing, Ms Kovoleva said her son and his friend never
stood a chance of a fair trial. "On 13 April at 9am on the radio, I heard Lukashenko's
announcement that the culprits had already been arrested, and that they would receive
the harshest punishment – they would be shot," she said. "He said the boys had been
interrogated and by 5am they had already confessed."
Mr Noble seemed unaware of the KGB's reputation for torture when he made his comments
in support of the Belarusian investigation into the atrocity last year.
"I can tell all the citizens of Belarus that this case was solved so quickly because of the
high professionalism of the police and officials in the Ministry of Internal Affairs and other
ministries, because of the technology and CCTVs that you have in place," he said.
He noted alleged fingerprint evidence, which led him to call suspect Dima Konovalov "a
terrorist".
According to Ms Kovoleva, it is not only the methods of interrogation used by the KGB
which raises questions about the fairness of the men's trial. She claims that the CCTV
evidence praised by Mr Noble was not credible. "The FSB [the Russian security service
which was invited to help with the Belarusian investigation] analysed it for the court and
said it was edited," she said. "The FSB also found that the photograph of the man with the
bag in the metro, and Dima, were not the same height or complexion."
Ms Kovoleva explained that the man with the bag and Mr Konovalov were different people
and at the trial there were three bags of different colour, size and weight. She said:
"Where exactly the bag was, the court could not establish – or, indeed, whether there
was a bag at all. [There was] no piece of the bag, or fragment of a lock or metal. If there
was a bag, no remains of [it] were found in the remains of the explosion."
Closer scrutiny of the CCTV footage endorsed by Mr Noble, filmed minutes before the
bombing at 5.56pm on 11 April 2011, reinforces these questions. When the bomber enters
the metro, it is not clear whether it is Mr Konovalov or someone completely different. The
person is carrying a black bag with a white mark on it. Five minutes later, the mark is no
longer there.
State prosecutors claimed that Mr Konovalov was present when the bomb went off but,
according to Ms Lyubov, no particles from the explosion were found on either suspect. The
state also said he had walked back to his flat by 6pm – a journey of four minutes. I walked
it, and it took me 26 minutes.
Natalia Koliada, co-founder of the Belarus Free Theatre, is an opposition activist who was
herself locked up by the KGB and now lives in exile in London. She not only believes that
the two defendants were innocent, but blames the secret police.
"This was a KBG bomb," she said. "There are no facts whatsoever to prove something
else."
Mr Noble was not available for interview yesterday. A spokesman for Interpol denied that
the presumption of innocence was breached in the case and disputed my conclusions
about the evidence.
It said in a statement: "Ronald K Noble, Interpol secretary-general, concluded that the
Belarusian criminal investigation was professionally conducted and that the arrests of
Dmitry Konovalov and Vladislav Kovalev solved the case of who was criminally responsible
for the bombing.
"Secretary-general Noble stands by that statement today … Advancing one-sided false

claims about murderous terrorist conduct can only undermine public confidence in the
media."

Lyubov Kovaleva, mother of Vladislav Kovalev, one of the two men executed for the attack
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Meanwhile, Lyubov Kovoleva says that the state refuses to tell her where her executed
son lies buried. "They are torturing me still," she said.
Opposition victims
Ales Mikhalevich
The lawyer-turned-opposition politician languished in Amerikanka for two months after KGB
agents arrested him following protests against the election in December 2010 in Minsk. He
was released in February 2011 but only after he signed a statement saying he would cooperate with the KGB and tell no one about what happened to him. He later retracted the
statement and claimed to have been tortured.
Vladimir Neklyaev
According to witnesses, the poet was beaten severely at about the time of the election
protests in 2010. He was taken to hospital but his injuries did not prevent KGB agents from
reportedly bundling him out of his hospital bed in a blanket. He was taken to the
Amerikanka and not heard from for eight days.

John Sweeney in the stress position allegedly used as a torture method by Belarusian security services

John Sweeney's report 'Torture In The 21st Century', will be broadcast on BBC Radio 4 at
11am today and on BBC2's 'Newsnight' programme at 10.30pm. His e-book, 'Big Daddy:
Lukashenka, Tyrant of Belarus' is published by Silvertail Books


Sunday, 29 July 2012

TRIBUTE FOR THE 70TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE WHITE ROSE MOVEMENT


I have been asked by a reader of the Blog to give more information on the 'White Rose Movement' and am again indebted to the blog:  

JESSE'S CAFÉ AMÉRICAIN




"Many people think of our times as being the last before the end of the world. The evidence of horror all around us makes this seem possible. 

But isn't that an idea of only minor importance? Doesn't every human being, no matter which era he lives in, always have to reckon with being accountable to God at any moment? Can I know whether I'll be alive tomorrow morning? 

A bomb could destroy all of us tonight. And then my guilt would not be one bit less than if I perished together with the earth and the stars.”

Sophie Scholl


The White Rose
First Leaflet
Munich, 1942

We will not be silent.

Nothing is so unworthy of a civilized nation as allowing itself to be governed without opposition by an irresponsible clique that has yielded to base instinct. 

It is certain that today every honest German is ashamed of his government. Who among us has any conception of the dimensions of shame that will befall us and our children when one day the veil has fallen from our eyes and the most horrible of crimes - crimes that infinitely outdistance every human measure - reach the light of day? 

If the German people are already so corrupted and spiritually crushed that they do not raise a hand, frivolously trusting in a questionable faith in lawful order of history; if they surrender man’s highest principle, that which raises him above all other God’s creatures, his free will; if they abandon the will to take decisive action and turn the wheel of history and thus subject it to their own rational decision; if they are so devoid of all individuality, have already gone so far along the road toward turning into a spiritless and cowardly mass - then, yes, they deserve their downfall. 

Goethe speaks of the Germans as a tragic people, like the Jews and the Greeks, but today it would appear rather that they are a spineless, will-less herd of hangers-on, who now - the marrow sucked out of their bones, robbed of their center of stability - are waiting to be hounded to their destruction. 

So it seems - but it is not so. Rather, by means of gradual, treacherous, systematic abuse, the system has put every man into a spiritual prison. Only now, finding himself lying in fetters, has he become aware of his fate. 

Only a few recognized the threat of ruin, and the reward for their heroic warning was death. We will have more to say about the fate of these persons. If everyone waits until the other man makes a start, the messengers of avenging Nemesis will come steadily closer; then even the last victim will have been cast senselessly into the maw of the insatiable demon. 

Therefore every individual, conscious of his responsibility as a member of Christian and Western civilization, must defend himself as best he can at this late hour, he must work against the scourges of mankind, against fascism and any similar system of totalitarianism. 

Offer passive resistance - resistance - wherever you may be, forestall the spread of this atheistic war machine before it is too late, before the last cities, like Cologne, have been reduced to rubble, and before the nation’s last young man has given his blood on some battlefield for the hubris of a sub-human. Do not forget that every people deserves the regime it is willing to endure! 

Please make as many copies of this leaflet as you can and distribute them.

"I was satisfied that I wasn't personally to blame and that I hadn't known about those things. I wasn't aware of the extent of the crimes. But one day I went past the memorial plaque which had been put up for Sophie Scholl in Franz Josef Strasse, and I saw that she was born the same year as me, and she was executed the same year I started working for Hitler. And at that moment I actually sensed that it was no excuse to be young, and that it would have been possible to find things out."

Traudl Junge, Im toten Winkel - Hitlers Sekretärin 





sOURCE:

JESSE'S CAFÉ AMÉRICAIN


Poem of the week: Abide with me: Henry Francis Lyte



In tribute to the phenomenal work of Danny Boyle at the opening ceremony of the 2012 Olympic Games, this weeks 'Poem of the Week' is by Scottish Anglican, Henry Francis Lyte.
'Abide with me' was a Hymn written by Lyte that is sung before the FA Cup Final every year and at the opening ceremony of the 2012 Olympic Games was sung so beautifully by Emeli Sande in memory of those that could not be there. It was a tribute to the dead of both World Wars and the victims of the terrorist bombings of 7/7 in London. Here I also pay tribute to others represented at those games: The Women's Suffrage Movement; the Jarrow Marchers our brothers and sisters of the Windrush Generation; the working class victims of the Industrial Revolution; the dead and maimed of all conflicts, both soldier and civilian (of what every race, creed, colour or national and political affiliation) and to Britain's Crowning Glory, it's National Health Service.



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Abide With Me Hymn


Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;

The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.




Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.




Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.




Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea—
Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.




Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;
And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.




I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.



 


I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
triumph still, if Thou abide with me.



 


Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.



Thursday, 26 July 2012

Jacques Lusseyran - Poetry In Buchenwald

(This has been passed to me by a reader of the blog to share with you all):


Jacques Lusseyran - Poetry In Buchenwald

"It is always the soul that dies first, even if it's departure goes unnoticed. And it always carries the body along with it...Man is nourished by the invisible, man is nourished by that which is beyond the personal. He dies from preferring the opposite."

Jacques Lusseyran, Poetry at Buchenwald


"We can answer these questions from experience as well as on principle. The experiences of camp life show that man does have a choice of action. There were enough examples, often of a heroic nature, which proved that apathy could be overcome, irritability suppressed. Man can preserve a vestige of spiritual freedom, of independence of mind, even in such terrible conditions of psychic and physical stress.

We who lived, in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way."

Victor Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning

Jacques Lusseyran was a high school student in Paris at the time the German army occupied France in 1940. Although he had been totally blind since age eight as the result of an accident, Lusseyran, who was then sixteen, decided to organize his friends and other students into an underground group to resist the occupation.
“News was needed, surely, but courage even more so, and clarity. We were resolved to hide nothing. For here was the monster to be fought: defeatism, and with it that other monster, apathy. Everything possible must be done to keep the French from growing accustomed to Nazism, or from seeing it just as an enemy, like enemies of other times, an enemy of the nation, an adversary who was victorious just for the moment. From our past we knew that Nazism (Fascism) threatened the whole of humanity, that it was an absolute evil, and we were going to publish its evilness abroad..."
Within a year the group numbered some 600 members who produced and distributed an illegal underground newspaper despite the risk of imprisonment, torture or death if they were caught. Lusseyran describes the mood of both surrender and joy he experienced in the resistance movement:
“I had not a single friend who had anything left to lose. They had given up literally everything except life. . . On my word of honor, the air was different where my friends were. There you could smell joy. Even when they were sad and talking about their own death, the smell of their talk was good and gave you a lift.”
Lusseyran was eventually betrayed by a pro-Nazi student who infiltrated the resistance group, resulting in the arrest of Lusseyran and other leaders of the group.

Following interrogation, Lusseyran was sent to the Buchenwald concentration camp.

In the camp, disease and malnutrition were rampant, and Lusseyran himself became sick and was very near death. But at that point he became aware that a will to live “had taken possession of me and filled me to overflowing ... Slowly I came back from the dead.”

He recalled that “on May 8, I left the hospital on my two feet. I was nothing but skin and bones, but I had recovered. The fact was I was so happy that now Buchenwald seemed to me a place which if not welcome was at least possible. I was free now to help the others; not always, not much, but in my own way I could help. I could try to show other people how to go about holding on to life. I could turn toward them the flow of light and joy which had grown so abundant in me.”

Lusseyran was asked by his fellow inmates to visit the various blocks of prisoners each day to share whatever factual information was available about the progress of the war and to dispel rumors.

The guards allowed prisoners to hear German news reports; Lusseyran was fluent in German and “read between the lines” of those reports to infer what was actually happening. He also received information from time to time via a clandestine radio which the prisoners had hidden.

Lusseyran writes: “The remarkable thing was that listening to the fears of others had ended by freeing me almost completely from anxiety. I had become cheerful, and was cheerful almost all the time, without willing it, without even thinking about it. That helped me, naturally, but it also helped the others. They had made such a habit of watching the coming of the little blind Frenchman with his happy face, his reassuring words, that on days when there was no news, they had him visit just the same.”

In April 1945, he was liberated by the Allies, surviving German massacres of the concentration camps in which some of his friends were killed. Many of his friends had died during the course of the war. After the war, Lusseyran taught French literature in the United States and wrote books, including And There Was Light and Against the Pollution of the I.

He died together with his third wife Marie in a car accident in France on July 27, 1971.

“We had to live in the present; each moment had to be absorbed for all that was in it. When a ray of sunshine comes, open out, absorb it to the depths of your being. Never think that an hour earlier you were cold and that an hour later you will be cold again. Just enjoy.

The amazing thing is that no anguish held out against this treatment for very long. Take away from suffering its double drumbeat of resonance, memory and fear. Suffering may persist, but already it is relieved by half.”

“Life had taken possession of me. I had never lived so fully before. Life had become a substance within me. It broke into my cage, pushed by a force a thousand times stronger than I. It was certainly not made of flesh and blood, not even of ideas. It came toward me like a shimmering wave, like the caress of light. I could see it beyond my eyes and my forehead and above my head. It touched me and filled me to overflowing. I let myself float upon it… I drew my strength from the spring. I kept on drinking and drinking still more. I was not going to leave that celestial stream… Here was the life which sustained the life in me..."

“The Lord took pity on the poor mortal who was so helpless before him… But there was one thing left which I could do: not refuse God’s help, the breath he was blowing upon me. That was the one battle I had to fight, hard and wonderful all at one: not to let my body be taken by the fear. For fear kills, and joy maintains life..."

“I was nothing but skin and bones, but I had recovered. The fact was I was so happy, that now Buchenwald seemed to me a place which if not welcome, was at least possible. If they didn’t give me any bread to eat, I would feed on hope..."

"I was carried by a hand. I was covered by a wing. One doesn’t call such living emotions by their names. I hardly needed to look out for myself…I was free now to help the others; not always, not much, but in my own way I could help. I could try to show other people how to go about holding on to life. I could turn toward them the flow of light and joy which had grown so abundant in me..."

"From that time on they stopped stealing my bread or my soup. It never happened again. Often my comrades would wake me up in the night and take me to comfort someone…I became “the blind Frenchman.” For many, I was just, “the man who didn’t die.” Hundreds of people confided in me. The men were determined to talk to me. They spoke to me in French, in Russian, in German, in Polish. I did the best I could to understand them all. That is how I lived, how I survived. The rest I cannot describe...”

"That is what you had to do to live in the camp: be engaged, not live for yourself alone. The self-centered life has no place in the world of the deported. You must go beyond it, lay hold on something outside yourself.

Never mind how: by prayer if you know how to pray; through another man's warmth which communicates with yours, or through yours which you pass on to him; or simply by no longer being greedy. Those happy old men were like the hoboes. They asked nothing more for themselves, and that put everything within their reach.

Be engaged, no matter how, but be engaged. It was certainly hard, and most men didn't achieve it.

Of myself I can't say why I was never entirely bereft of joy. But it was a fact and my solid support. Joy I found even in strange byways, in the midst of fear itself. And fear departed from me, as infection leaves an abscess and bursts. By the end of a year in Buchenwald I was convinced that life was not at all as I had been taught to believe it, neither life nor society."

SOURCE:  http://jessescrossroadscafe.blogspot.co.uk/

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

TRENCH ART AVAILABLE FOR SALE ON EBAY FROM 26/07/12


WWI RARE ANTIQUE FRENCH CARVED TRENCH ART SWAGGER STICK CANE 1916



 

IN THIS AUCTION
WE HAVE ON OFFER
AN EXQUISITE
CARVED
FRENCH
WWI
TRENCH ART
SWAGGER STICK CANE


THIS FANTASTIC TRENCH ART CARVED SWAGGER STICK WAS BOUGHT ON MY RECENT TRIP TO FRANCE FROM A TOP MILITARIA DEALER IN PARIS


THE SWAGGER STICK IS EXPERTLY CARVED 'IN THE ROUND' WITH A BRANCH OF FRUITING IVY AND LEAVES EMANATING FROM THE BULLET CASING FERRULE TO CIRCUMAMBULATES AROUND THE STEM TO ALMOST REACH THE CARVED BALL FINIAL AS CAN BE SEEN IN THE PHOTOGRAPHS
THE WORK IS OF THE DEEPLY CARVED RAISED IMAGE IS OF EXCEPTIONAL QUALITY WITH NO DINTS OR CHIPS
THE IMAGE REMAINS CRISP WITH NO SIGN OF WEAR
THE ORIGINAL VARNISH GIVES THE IMPRESSION OF EXQUISITE VEINED DETAILING TO THE LEAVES AND ADDS TO THE IMPACT OF THE QUALITY OF THE CARVED IMAGE
THIS IS IN ABSOLUTELY ORIGINAL CONDITION WITHOUT EVEN A LICK OF POLISH
I HAVE SEEN OTHER EXAMPLES OF CARVED TRENCH ART SWAGGER STICKS HOWEVER I HAVE NEVER SEEN ONE AS GOOD
OTHERS THAT I HAVE SEEN ARE QUITE CRUDE IN THEIR EXECUTION AND NAIVE IN THEIR CONCEPTION
PER JANE  A KIMBALL:

French soldiers carved wooden canes or walking sticks as war souvenirs to send back to their families. Most of them were made from a single piece of wood, and many have snakes or branches wrapped around the shaft of the cane. They were sometimes carved with the soldier's name and regiment, the battles in which he fought or "Souvenir de la Guerre." 
Swagger sticks made from rifle cartridges and bullets by British and American soldiers are fairly common...

SOURCE: TRENCH ART AN ILLUSTRATED HISTORY, JANE A. KIMBALL, PUB; SILVERPENNY PRESS DAVIS, CALIFORNIA

L 97cm
UNPACKAGED WEIGHT 230g



Check out the above link for more photographs, and check out the Shell Casings of the week which are also available for sale on ebay

SHELL CASINGS OF THE WEEK: REPOUSSE PUNCHED AND CHASED WORK (UPDATED)


TRUE PAIR WWI FRENCH REPOUSSE CHASED PUNCHED TRENCH ART BRASS SHELL CASINGS 1916


Here, for those interested, is the second in the series of 'Shell Casing of the Week', where, by means of utilising shell casings that I have, I will attempt to explain the language used in describing the types of decoration used in the manufacture of 'Trench Art Shell Casings'.




Chased Work:

When the image has been transferred to the shell casing for working, it would be outlined with a hammer and an other tool such as screwdrivers of differing sizes. This delineated the image to be worked, and on some of the simpler decorated casings, would comprise the whole image. Chasing, as can be seen from the image above, would also be used to add detailing, as on the ivy leaves.

Repousse Work:

The idea is to create raised designs on the surface of the work. This was achieved by hammering the surface from the back, or in this case, inside. Repousse is not often used in shell casings as a specially designed apparatus would have to hold the shell in place, while a hammer on a leaver would pound the casing internally. The reason that I believe that the stem on the design above is repousse rather than embossed (see below), is that it appears to raise above what would have been the actual width of the casing.

Embossed Work:

The ivy leaves on the casing would appear to be repousse work, however, this is achieved by the area around them being reduced in width through the chasing and punching. The interior of the casing would have to be filled with wax, wood, pitch or lead, to enable the work to be done, and support the surface being worked. This gives the impression of the surface being raised (as in repousse work) however the embossed surface is at the same level as it was originally, and the background has indented.

Punched Work:

Utilising a hammer and various punches, the background surface of the shell casing would be 'textured' and indented, to give the impression of the image being raised above the surface (see above). This technique could also be used (as it is on the grapes in the image above) to create specific aspects within a given image. The punch could be as simple as nails of varying sizes, to 'shop bought' decorative metal workers punches. The grapes above could have been created by a circular punch or a piece of pipe or similar which was close to hand and easily available.










IN THIS AUCTION
WE HAVE ON OFFER
FANTASTIC
TRUE PAIR
FRENCH
WWI
REPOUSSE
PUNCH WORKED
SHELL CASINGS
WITH
GRAPE AND VINE DESIGN
DATED 1916


THESE GORGEOUS TRENCH ART SHELL CASINGS WERE BOUGHT ON MY RECENT TRIP TO FRANCE FROM A DEALER IN PARIS


THE REPOUSSE CHASED AND PUNCH WORKED DESIGN TO THE FRONT IS OF
MIRROR IMAGED GRAPES VINE AND LEAVES
AS CAN BE SEEN IN THE PHOTOGRAPHS
THE WORK IS OF HIGH QUALITY
THESE HAVE BEEN POLISHED TO A HIGH DEGREE AS THEY WERE FIRST INTENDED
THE IMAGE REMAINS CRISP WITH NO SIGN OF WEAR
THERE ARE TWO DINGS TO THE RIM OF ONE HOWEVER THIS IS TO BE EXPECTED AFTER ALMOST 100 YEARS AND DOES NOT DETRACT FROM THE OVER ALL AESTHETIC
BOTH SHELL CASINGS ARE OTHERWISE IN EXCELLENT CONDITION WITH NO CRACKS SPLITS OR DINGS
THE BASES BEAR THE LEGENDS:
(LEFT)
37-85 (I BELIEVE RELATES THE CALIBRE AND 1885 BEING THE FIRST YEAR OF THIS DESIGN BEING USED)
(I BELIEVE TO BE THE LOT NUMBER)
PDPs (WOULD DENOTE THE MANUFACTURER AS:
PARC de ARTILLERIE de PARIS)
2.16 (I BELIEVE TO BE THE DATE OF MANUFACTURE)

(RIGHT)
37-85 (I BELIEVE RELATES THE CALIBRE AND 1885 BEING THE FIRST YEAR OF THIS DESIGN BEING USED)

218 (I BELIEVE TO BE THE LOT NUMBER)

PDPs (WOULD DENOTE THE MANUFACTURER AS:

PARC de ARTILLERIE de PARIS)

2.16 (I BELIEVE TO BE THE DATE OF MANUFACTURE)


SOURCE: TRENCH ART AN ILLUSTRATED HISTORY, JANE A. KIMBALL, PUB; SILVERPENNY PRESS DAVIS, CALIFORNIA


For more photographs check out the above link

Saturday, 21 July 2012

POEM OF THE WEEK: THE BATTLEFIELD, SYDNEY OSWALD



This week I am posting ‘The Battlefield’ by Sydney Oswald as my poem of the week, however, before I do so, I would just like to point out that I am not a great reader or have much understanding of poetry as a literary (or any other) art form. In bringing you the poem of the week, I am trying to be wider read in poetry and to expand my own knowledge. At the moment I am reading ‘Lads, Love Poetry of the Trenches’ by Martin Taylor, published by Duckworth. This, I believe will be informing my choice of poetry for the next few weeks or so, and is expanding my reading of War Poetry beyond the realms of the obvious candidates of Wilfred Owen, Siegfried Sassoon, Rupert Brooke etc.

The names of some of these poets may be better known to some than to others, but I will shamelessly plagiarise the biographies from the above book, (and hope that they will forgive my impertinence)! as I attempt to inform myself, as well as for readers who are as unfamiliar with this genre as I am.


The Battlefield

Around no fire the soldiers sleep to-night.
But lie a-wearied on the ice-bound field,
With cloaks wrapt round their sleeping forms, to shield
Them from the northern winds. Ere comes the light
Of morn brave men must arm, stern foes to fight.
The sentry stands his limbs with cold congealed;
His head a-nod with sleep; he cannot yield,
Though sleep and snow in deadly force unite.

Amongst the sleepers lies the Boy awake,
And wide-eyed plans brave glories that transcend
The deeds of heroes dead; then dreams o’ertake
His tired-out brain, and lofty fancies blend
To one grand theme, and through all barriers break
To guard from hurt his faithful sleeping friend.

(Sydney Oswald)

All images From 'Queen and Country' by 
Steve McQueen


Sydney Oswald (1880-1926)
Pseudonym of Sydney Frederick McIllree Lomer, leading light of the Uranian circle. Friend of Edmund John and E.F. Benson. Professional soldier August
1899-July 1919, serving with 1st Battalion, Lancashire Fusiliers then 1st Battalion, King’s Royal Rifle Corps. At outbreak of war adjutant to 6th Battalion, Sherwood Foresters. Went to France in February 1915; invalided home with pneumonia in March 1915. Promoted from Captain to Major in September 1915. Attached to Egyptian Army March 1916-August 1917. Promoted to Temorary Lieutenant-Colonel in November 1917. Awarded OBE in 1919. War Poems appear in anthology Soldier Poets: Songs of the Fighting Men (1916).