Tag Theresa May

Parrot on Planting

Cage Alight

We in Britain are groping about in a strange country, which just happens to be our own. What next ? Where next ? And what has just occured ? Two days ago, May’s deal was voted down by an enormous margin. Yesterday, she survived (not by that much) a vote… Continue reading Cage Alight

The Gods at War, Following a Murder

May’s “deal” was voted down last night after the heaviest governmental defeat in history. Released from the ghastly, grinding and disgraceful progress of her inadequate deal, are we freer now to resolve things a reparative way, or will the hopeless nonsense of this poisonous issue merely change its shape, and… Continue reading The Gods at War, Following a Murder

Maybot’s Standing

This stanza was written on a Monday morning, after “The Guardian” quoted a speech Theresa May is due to make today. It includes this sentence : “I ask MPs to consider the consequences of their actions on the faith of the British people in our democracy.” Tomorrow her “deal” is expected… Continue reading Maybot's Standing

Mid-winter 2018

Self-Maiming

References

“Que pensez-voz, Parrot ? What meneth this besynes ?” 
from Speak, Parrot by John Skelton (c1460-1529).

“Human kind/Cannot bear very much reality” from Burnt
Norton by TS Eliot (1888-1965)… Continue reading Self-Maiming

Maybot Jumps Ship

Parrot Peers at Democracy

Michael Heseltine for Prime Minister – and Leader of the Opposition at the same time – https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2018/dec/08/britains-youth-will-never-forgive-us-for-brexit-says-lord-heseltine… Continue reading Parrot Peers at Democracy

Jez Hoeing

This Tuesday, a significant vote will take place in the Commons. The work Theresa May and many another have spent the last two years (expensively) preparing, this dubious “deal” she has struck for dividing the UK from the EU, will either pass or fail to pass. The consequences of either decision… Continue reading Jez Hoeing

The Bird of Paradise Danced Last Night

The poet John Skelton lived in the reign of Henry 8th. He apparently wrote his satirical poem “Speak, Parrot” in the precincts of Westminster, from the sanctuary still precariously available in the minster there. In the poem, Galathea is a lady in

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