1 To run freely, through flooded fields, through winds and rain; to delight in the stamina which is supposed to reciprocate for declining speed.
2 To revert to what I enjoy best, organising – first (I hope), the regroupment of the best of the Cliffite disapora, and then (with luck) contributing to that bolder, braver left of which we can be just a constituent part. A friend used the first line of this quotation recently; here it is in full:
“There is a tide in the affairs of men.
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat,
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.”
3 To write, for publications made out of paper rather than for this blog. My last year was dominated by a single story, twenty years in the making. I was able to write about it, from different angles, repeatedly. It’s not an experience I seek to repeat. I have ideas for fresh projects, a novel, a long-promised account of a killing which anti-fascists care about. Both will require time; both will read best in print.
4 To have some victories in court. My favourite case in 2013 involved an anarchist threatened with eviction from his council flat. To retain possession, he had to explain his serial non-compliance with court orders. The Judge accepted that as a libertarian he could be expected to have a defiant, oppositional character making it unrealistic to expect him to comply with court orders. More cases like that please…
5 In face of the propertied, the powerful and those wilfully blind to injustice, to live Tom Mann’s maxim; to grow more dangerous, the more I grow old.