Category The Lie

The Lying Toad is Back, the Tousled Look, the Winning Smirk, Our Leader…

The prose piece that follows begins with the mismatch in the UK, between the present Prime Minister’s relative popularity on the one hand, and his long established disregard for the Nolan Principles of ethical conduct on the other. The piece provides a reminder that our Prime Minister has… Continue reading The Lying Toad is Back, the Tousled Look, the Winning Smirk, Our Leader...

The Deployment of Force

Still on the subject of feet and their deployment, I ask myself this question : where am I to stand in the hallways of The Lie ? Here is my answer : on the hyphen between I and Thou, my surfboard in the endless storm.… Continue reading The Deployment of Force

Making the Earth Whole

The voice of truth is bound to be a lonely one. That would seem to be a rule in human life.  For a race in question, it spells disaster.

These three articles are worth reading, if you have not already read them :

From the BBC 

From the Independent 

From

The Establishing of Ground

The reference here is to a book and an image I keep referring to. It is called “I and Thou” and is by Martin Buber.

Buber compares two essential ways of reaching out beyond the Self to meet the world : one is I – It (my object) and the… Continue reading The Establishing of Ground

What does “Advisor” mean in Toadland ?

Semantics – the study of words and their meanings – is an important subject, after all. I used to hang back from it as being peripheral, academic, finickity, pedantic. But now, especially in this era when the Lie is so greatly in the ascendant, I see more… Continue reading What does “Advisor” mean in Toadland ?

Where the Hoodlums Are

The stanza was written and uploaded on the day the UK left the EU, January 31st, 2020. The picture is of a tower built in Victorian times in belated tribute to the great William Tyndale. It stands on the edge… Continue reading Where the Hoodlums Are

High Noon is Nearly Upon Us. Where’s the Sheriff ?

Around the world, the hoodlums and outlaws are running amok, in their suits of armour made of lies. By contrast, the sheriffs seem downcast, overwhelmed and on the run. I feel downcast and overwhelmed, too. Might it mean that I’m a sheriff, in disguise ? But there is no star in my cupboard.

The picture I… Continue reading High Noon is Nearly Upon Us. Where's the Sheriff ?

Toad and the Bong

Some of the more ardent Tory Brexiters seem very exercised that, after all, Big Ben will not be breaking into song when the UK vacates the EU and seeks alternative residence in their delinquent yet decrepit Brexit wonderland.

And the lying Mr Toad, our bouncy new Prime Minister, is coming… Continue reading Toad and the Bong

Poems for Public Display

I never stop yearning for good poetry to reach past its traditional catchment areas – those shelves in the bookshop marked “Poetry,” the university literature department, the dedicated arts festival, the shy, solitary and possibly eccentric brain – and find a valid place for… Continue reading Poems for Public Display

Parrot’s in his Tower – and That’s All, Folks

This stanza was written on the day after Mr Johnson’s election victory on December 12th, 2019. It will be the last stanza of “Parrot Addenda,” rounding off this series of 164 stanzas. It does not mean the Brexit story is over… Continue reading Parrot's in his Tower - and That's All, Folks

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