Category Theresa May

The Parrot Shakes the Bars

Instead of “shakes the bars” the author might just as well have written “wracks his brains” – a more conventional image, though equally physical a description. But since the parrot lives in a cage, it seemed fitting that he should do some violence to that, instead of to himself. … Continue reading The Parrot Shakes the Bars

The Parrot Advises on Leadership

This stanza offers some general thoughts on leadership and the part it plays – or fails to play. But it is also based on the specific image of the UK House of Commons, in which the Party of Government and the Party of Opposition face one another across the aisle… Continue reading The Parrot Advises on Leadership

The Parrot on the Quality of Clay

The key-word here seemed to be “constructions.” We construct so much – thoughts, arguments, theories and views, no less than buildings, machines, policies, laws and stories…

Yet do we pause and check very carefully the materials used for those constructions ? Are they sound ? Are the foundations on which… Continue reading The Parrot on the Quality of Clay

The Bird of Paradise Takes Another Look

There was a strange pause in Brexit proceedings at around the time this stanza was written. May asked the EU for another extension and obtained it, amid outrage from the Tory grass-roots and right-wing. The right wing newspapers began to change the subject. Some writers began talking cautiously about Brexit… Continue reading The Bird of Paradise Takes Another Look

The Parrot is Very Clear

The Parrot on Cages, Truth and Leadership

The Parrot Meets the Grotesque

This stanza was written just after Theresa May had accused the Commons of merely obstructing her and the “will of the people” and just before she headed back to the EU to beg for an extension. The thought occurred that it is possible to have no pride and no humility… Continue reading The Parrot Meets the Grotesque

The Parrot Still Amazed

The Parrot Wails

The parrot thought he was studying the tea leaves. Instead he found himself watching in horror as the tea cup crumbled in his hand… Continue reading The Parrot Wails

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