In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk
I’m uploading here a set of photographs of an exhibition I mounted a few months ago, in Clifton Cathedral.
In the weeks that have passed since then, political and social developments everywhere have continued to be so frenzied and fast-moving and upsetting, that the exhibition feels even deeper tucked in the past than… Continue reading An Exhibition of Bilingual Poems
This latest stanza records a strange encounter. Odd MP’s seem to be having similar encounters in and around Portcullis House, at present. For those who don’t know, this is a building across the road from the UK Houses of Parliament. For an example see here : https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=752395791889320
This is one of a rapid succession of these rhyming commentaries, written during a sequence of events even more furious, momentous and disturbing than usual. I composed it quite early on Thursday 26th September. The previous night., in the House of Commons, only just back from America, following the Supreme… Continue reading The Parrot Still in London
The UK’s Supreme Court has just finished hearing the Government’s appeal against the Scottish High Court’s finding that Johnson misled the Queen as to his reasons for closing down the Parliament. It was not a matter of creating more time to prepare the Queen’s Speech. Instead it was to stop… Continue reading The Toad Falls Foul of the Law
The Parrot has joined the circus, remember. He’s still there and in the stanza above, he’s reporting back from a conference of clowns he heard today.
All familiar shapes are now in question. In the UK, Brexit alone has been causing a great number of them to buckle. Democracy is one… Continue reading The Parrot and the Clowns
Prime Minister Johnson and his gang had lost a succession of important votes the day before this stanza was written. Several prominent and moderate Tories who had voted against the government and against the possibility of a “No Deal” Brexit, had simply been sacked. Ken Clarke was one of those… Continue reading The Parrot Joins the Circus
Last night, the UK’s new “Prime Minister” lost both his (tiny) majority and a significant vote in the House of Commons, in which a number of Tories rebelled against the hoodlum hit squad presently masquerading as the nation’s Tory government. The rebels should be honoured for that.
This stanza was written during the week-end preceding what seemed to be Parliament’s last and only chance to block Mr Johnson’s stated option of a “No Deal” Brexit. The Executive vs the Legislature. Mr Johnson and “The People” (or enough of them, he hoped) vs parliamentary scrutiny, or – as… Continue reading The Parrot Has Another Say
The phrase “Shock and Awe” came into our reckoning as a description of America’s opening attack against Iraq in their war (beginning March, 2003) to overthrow Saddam Hussein and his regime. Supported by the British, the Americans went in search of Saddam Hussein’s non-existent weaponry. A short while later, Mr… Continue reading Mr Toad and Dr Doomboyd
This was written on Wedesday August 28th, 2019. Worth noting that date. During this morning, we’ve learned that Mr Johnson intends to stop parliament meeting through most of September.
It is on public record that Mr Johnson has been sacked twice for lying. No rational employer would consider even short-listing… Continue reading Mr Toad Goes Bombing
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In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk
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