Showing posts with label Clangers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clangers. Show all posts

Friday, 9 October 2009

Conundrum corner

This is an excerpt from The Clangers, which I didn't see until I was in my twenties, though I was familiar with Ivor the Engine. Oliver Postgate was special - a raging lefty but also a kind, bucolic kind of man who did children the service of taking them seriously - and thus producing intelligent work which is watchable over and again.



So the conundrum is: what children's popular culture will survive, despite the speed of technological and social change? CS Lewis seems to have survived so far, but I'm not convinced he'll hang on much longer. I haven't seen kids' TV for a long time, so can't really comment, though I do have a soft spot for My Parents Are Aliens.

What do you think? No nostalgia! Make a case.

Tuesday, 9 December 2008

Day of Remembrance

For lefty types like me, it's a special day. Firstly, Oliver Postgate died today - grandson of George Lansbury the Labour Party Leader, cousin of Angela Lansbury, the creative brain behind Bagpuss, Ivor the Engine, The Clangers and many more. I've never seen Bagpuss and don't give a flying one for childhood TV nostalgia, the last redoubt of rugger-shirt wearing students, but I know enough of Postgate's work to understand that like Terry Pratchett and Philip Pullman, they're responsible for the generations of enthusiastic, open-minded, imaginative and thoughtful cultural socialists we have: liberation socialists, we could call them. There might not be many of them, but they're out there.

UPDATE: Zoe Williams makes my points much more eloquently - but then she's a professional journalist. Channel 4 News last night also claimed that Ivor the Engine was set in Wales because Postgate was a huge fan of Dylan Thomas - and there is a (gentler) ring of Llareggub about the cartoon. Also, Professor Yaffle was inspired by meeting Bertrand Russell. Everything I learn about the man makes me sadder that he didn't run the country rather than make cartoons in a cowshed.

Which brings me on to Milton - not forgotten at all, as the Today programme's grumpy slot claimed. I teach Milton in an ex-Poly, and some of my colleagues specialise in his work. I'm not an unalloyed fan of JM - the mouthpiece of a genocidal regime as far as Ireland's concerned - and as Ackroyd's Milton in America suggests, he could so easily have become an Ayatollah figure, but he was also a Republican in body and spirit, and a force for rationality and liberation in so many ways. Here's Philip Pullman reading Milton and here's Terry Eagleton's summary of Milton's greatness (the poetry's pretty good too).