The stanza was written on Saturday 19th October, yet another of those “crunch days.” Another enormous march took place in London, in support of a “Final say ” referendum. On the same day, Prime Minister Johnson had been expected to present his Brexit “agreement” to parliament, giving it virtually no opportunity to peruse the detail. In the event, parliament prevented him from doing so by passing a bill on the same day, requiring him to request an extension.
It seemed finally to be a matter almost simple, but utterly central : did we want to be governed by the lie, illusion, regression, severence – or by our recognition of things as they are, the fact and plain reality – and, following that recognition, offer an intelligent and honourable response to those things, seeking connection ?