Riding High in April Shot Down in July

I’ve learned that all the fame, notoriety, and money in the world is meaningless.

TV and Twitter, Your Honor, mean nothing.

Everyone wants to ride in the limo with you, but few want to ride with you on the bus.

If we are to understand "bus" metaphorically as "two-and-a-half-year prison sentence", then yes, I'd rather be a solid citizen literally waiting twenty minutes at Shepherd's Bush Bus Station for the 316 to Quex Road than a crook lawyer looking at a deuce and a half in chokey.

 

TV and Twitter mean nothing? Who'd'a'thunkit?

Just for the lulz...

 

Interlude

A l'appetit d'une putain

Fault-il que je mette dehors

Ce qui me doibt nourrir le corps

Pour ung trou qui n'est jamais plain?

Je tien celuy bien inhumain

Qui pour telz faitz fait ces effors

A l'appetit d'une putain.

Pour quoy je concluz pour certain

Que par telz tours puans et ors

Il se rend du nombre des mors

Que veult continuer ce train

A l'appetit d'une putain.

Marcel Schwob; Le Parnasse Satyrique du Quinzième Siècle (1905) p54

Journal of the Plague Year, Month 15

 

A fun day out for all the family on the Freedom March through London this Saturday. 

A welcome break in the fog of lunacy that has settled, placid and persistent, over these Isles.

Empathy

 

Old, mouldering, forgotten...

                                                        I can sooooo relate.

Plus ça Change

 

January 2019

June 2021

St Helier Hospital waiting for eye tests, vol ii of Kotkin's biography of Stalin, Lyttleton's analysis of Mussolini's rise to power, coffee and coffee.

Something about St Helier, eye tests, totalitarian power struggles - and coffee - that just seem to chime together.

Do You Have Difficulty Maintaining an Insurrection?

 

Now it is up to Congress to confront this egregious assault on our Democracy and after this we're gonna walk down - and I'll be there with you - we're gonna walk down, we're gonna walk down, any one you want but I think right here, we're gonna walk down to the Capitol

and we're gonna cheer on our brave Senators and Congressmen and Women - and we're probably not going to be cheering so much for some of them, because you'll never take back our country by showing weakness, you have to show strength and you have to be strong.

We have come to demand that Congress do the right thing and only count the electors who have been lawfully slated, lawfully slated.

I know that everyone here will soon be marching over to the Capitol building

Mainstream Media: If we cut the next bit nobody will ever know about the next bit and they'll think it's all totally insurrectiony and 9/11y, we'll have to tell them that, obviously, over and over and over and over or they won't think that, obviously

to peacefully and patriotically make your voices heard

The scum who have floated to the top of the tank trying sooo hard to rupture the tank; the superfluous imagining themselves the essential (q.v. illus. iv)...

Those are the hills of Heaven, my love, where you will never win

An urge took me to hear some Steeleye Span. I haven't listened to any since the drink became my only love, and I lost my innocence.

A few days on, four CDs have arrived: Below the Salt; Parcel of Rogues; Now We Are Six and Commoners Crown.

The debit is a longing for the young man of four decades ago, the sharp sense of loss and incapacity. The benefit of sobriety and second childhood is that I have some innocence again.

If th'Span ain't your groove, hep cat, the Thai Elephant Orchestra are bloody good value.