Truth, Power, And Deference

Who is there to tell the UK Royal family
and all the other world heads of state
who lead top down hierarchies
'Respect the staff who are paid far less
than you are, to advise you how to be
the wise leader than you might not be
without them: their relative modesty,
and wisdom,  should be your lesson
in how far different fortunes can fall and rise'?

I don't know who can cut through
the many P. R. inspired false presentations
of Noblesse Oblige, but whoever's job it is,
I wish then courage to speak truth to power. 

Rueful Predictions

I am sure that I have used the line
'given a choice of dictator' recently,
when WW3 seemed to be at a safer distance
than it is now that it seems we have one less dictator,
and the world body politic is feeding on the political corpse
of yet another collapsing dictatorship,
enriching themselves further, hoping
to both exploit the political vacuum
that the death of the Ayatollah leaves behind,
whilst distancing themselves from causing it.

I predict a rise in in the value in shares
in high powered arms industries linked
to remote controlled artificial intelligence,
and a rise in predictions of a new artifice of peace
supported by an increase in hostage-taking politics.   

In Beckett We Trust.....

With so many states and empires in the world,
including the old and emerging superpowers,
fail in their duties towards their citizens
and in the wars so many declare on each other
in pursuit of covering up older failures with new,
the wisest advice that the citizens of the world
can reassure each other, and their government,
with is to quote Samuel Beckett to each other

'Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.'.  

When Metaphors 'Get Political'.....

When is a swamp not a swamp?
When it is a tempting metaphor,
dangled before a public who see politics
as recently made corrupt, where their reaction
is to scan the media for the political simile,
sold to them by the party of their choice,
who can persuade them to see politics
as cleansed by some newly clean slate
that is harder to make dirty again than the last one.

On The Nature Of The Soil We Are Grounded In

A mother planted a garden to feed her children
through the seasons, so her family were self reliant
for as long as her children were dependent on her. 

This garden was not like the one in The Bible,
it had no tree of the knowledge of good and evil
planted at the centre of it, to draw it to the children's attention.
The mother, herself, was the source of all wisdom.
She was never to be lightly asked the serious questions
about life outside the garden, or inside Mother herself, 
where such queries were left to multiply, unanswered.

The children grew up well nourished but ignorant,
their living so well reinforced their collective ignorance,
if they sought life outside of who they were dependent on
it was there to be found - but how to tell good from evil,
assuming they existed? Mother was no guide to them....

She forbade her children from asking her
how she too was caught between good and evil,
like the children would be when they left,
to raise their own vegetables on their own patch,
when they left her.....

The nature of good and evil lived on,
unobserved, on in the soil of the garden.....

On The Twelfth Anniversary Of Russia's Invasion Of Ukraine

  As Russia's appetite for conquest is presented as inexhaustible, practically infinite, I present to the world a the trailer for a film that I have watched several times where as appetite thrives, and the carers are unaware they are feeding a monster that makes them monsters by proxy. It is a dark parable of a film where the morality of it is like the humour, cautionary, sharp, and biting. In America the film is called 'Greedy Guts'. The rest of the word calls the film 'Little Otik'. It was made in the year 2000. Jan Svankmajer, who crafted this film is 90 years old and the leading, perhaps the only, Czech Surrealist film maker in the world, the language  spoken is Czech the subtitles are in English where the visuals and the soundtrack, including some sounds of eating, lead the viewer through the story. 

Please left click here for the full film which rated 'adult' by Youtube, Bon appetite....

The Fall Of Mr Nobody

  Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor became an adult well after the mania in the British tabloid press for the family he was born into had lapsed, Andrew was a teenager when the funeral of Edward VII reminded the public of the family PR feet of clay for the first time since WW1, when they changed their name from the German Battenberg to the British Windsor. Andrew's adult career in the public spotlight, a few years later always seemed to be too obviously manufactured, more designed to sell merch, plates, mugs, biscuit tins, and all sorts of tat, and grab the tabloid column inches than be based in any sort of reality. Was it with his hollow marriage and his wife proving obviously inept at the PR game, by royal standards, that he found Jeffery Epstein and sex with girls the wrong side of the legal age of consent that fed his sense of privilege? There will be a lot of digging into his background. There will be a biography of Andrew published well after all the legal work is done. What the death of Edward VII did to rub the shine off royal mythmaking will look like child's play compared with the damage any thorough biography of Andrew will do the edifice of the royal family. 

  The sad thing we will find will be that he had so little personality that by the time we get to understand why and how it all went wrong with him we will wonder why we ever wanted to know about him.