Reflections on the Revolution in Everywhere

A comforting thought, that all the mental derangement and spasmodic activity

all the Liberations yet to be imposed

all the

Celebrations

yet to be

Celebrated

are but the death throes of the Ancien Régime: while the true Revolution is slouching into being, unseen and unforseen by any of the frenzied actors of the moment.

Blogista: well, it cheers me up anyway.

First thing to go come the true Revolution will be the pot-luck haphazardry of layout and formatting on this here Blogger thing: one tries one's best, but...

There's a Hole in the Memory Hole

Much fuss and bother today about Churchill's picture being erased from a Google search for "UK Prime Ministers".

Just a technical glitch, Google assure us. Now Winnie is back again, PM 1951-55...

Bit of a gap there, 1940-45, but peaceful times, uneventful years, what does it matter who was PM?

'How many fingers, Winston?'
'Four! Stop it, stop it! How can you go on? Four! Four!'
'How many fingers, Winston?'
'Five! Five! Five!'
'No, Winston, that is no use. You are lying. You still think there are four. How many fingers, please?'
'Four! five! Four! Anything you like. Only stop it, stop the pain!'

El Sueño de la Razón

Back To Nature

My heart is sad and I'm in sorrow

For the only one I love

When shall I see him - oh no never

'Til I meet him in Heaven above

Oh bury me under the weeping willow

Yes under the weeping willow tree

So he may know where I am sleeping

And perhaps he will weep for me

The Carter Family, Bristol Tennessee, 1927

The naiveté of "until an angel softly whispered"... masterful trowelwork!

The terrible thing about cabin fever is sitting for hours listening to this, then the varmint in the post below, then this then the varmint then this then the var

                                                              the varmint at the same time

For The Nature Table