The Levee of the Great High King

The Universe, O my brothers, is flinging wide its portals for the Levee of the GREAT HIGH KING.
Thomas Carlyle, THE FRENCH REVOLUTION

After the attrition of thirty humdrum years, he no longer loved her for her human qualities. He still found her attractive because she was as self-possessed as a cat. Observed or unobserved, wherever she was, she behaved the same, with the same rhythm and attention, a graceful kind of selfishness, true to herself, if not to him.

Watching her brushing her hair, applying ineffable creams to her face and body, swiping her tablet as if it were a mirror to her other, secret selves, or eating her small helpings of balanced meals at the same table as him without once looking at him, he felt he barely existed. He was not offended. He admired her independence and indifference to other people’s petty jealousies. When she came home in the small hours, without telling him where she had been, he knew better than to ask.
She was her own damned cat.

On balance, he suspected that she wasn’t having sex with anyone else. She felt entitled to go where she pleased and would despise him for thinking badly of her. Honi soit qui mal y pense. Showing his age, he preferred to think of the ancient chivalric motto in Sellar and Yeatman’s translation: “Honey, your silk stocking’s hanging down”. So that’s what he said to her, and she smiled.
Noëlle Mackay, HUMAN RITES

….anything self-conscious is lousy.
You can’t try to do things. You simply must do things.
Ray Bradbury

Well, it all comes to this, there’s no use trying to live in other people’s opinions. The only thing to do is to live in our own.
L.M. Montgomery, EMILY CLIMBS

THE PRIVATE LIFE OF KING CAT

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Is this really the Will of the British People?

DON’T BE AFRAID TO WAKE UP.
STOP  BREXIT MADNESS


His name is Will, he belongs to the people, because he is dependent on kind, rational people to look after him,
and if you care about him, and other dogs, and other animals,
and people less fortunate than you, even people you don’t like, if you care about the next generations,
if you care about their future,
and their environment, and their education,
and their access to social justice and culture, regardless of income, race and creed,
if you care about your country, the rolling green and the salty waves, the shopping and the chilling,
the ancient castle reflected in the water-lily filled moat and the modern National Health Service,
if you care about advancing technology to cure diseases and mend our broken planet,
if you care about human rights and taxation only with representation,
and your affordable glass of wine under the summer sun,
if you care about standards of excellence, equality of opportunity, and self-fulfillment in a hostile world,
if you care about the precious stone set in a silver sea –

STOP BREXIT.

Hope, and fight

THE PEOPLE’S VOTE ON BREXIT AND THE BREXIT DEAL

Brexit is not a done deal. It is not delivering on what most voters wanted.

It is a fraud.
The people of Britain can stop it.
They are fatalistic, but not bewitched.
They have the power to stop the desultory decline of their nation and start afresh.

OFFICIAL LAUNCH OF THE PEOPLE’S VOTE,
IN CAMDEN, LONDON ON 15 APRIL on video

and as reported in THE GUARDIAN

This post reaches a small number of people, but some of you are Europeans, and I want you to know how much our shared European destiny, heritage and culture are still valued in Britain. Don’t be misled by Brexit, or by our third rate Government and our cowardly MPs, so many of whom are misrepresenting their electorates.

Our true national identity is best expressed through a European Union.

We are stronger united with Europe.

Don’t give up on a Prodigal Nation, please.


Allegorical painting of Elizabeth I with Time and Death, painted probably after 1620, when dissatisfaction with the absolutist regime of the Stuarts was intensifying.
The unresolved tensions resulted in civil war and the first trial and execution for treason of a reigning monarch, Charles I, in 1649.

Still indubitably England’s greatest female ruler, an adept politician
and European diplomatist, peacemaker and maker of her own image,
the Virgin Queen, married to her people, Gloriana herself,
the personification of Great Britain,
Elizabeth I (reigned 1558 – 1603), is portrayed posthumously
with a load of trouble on her mind,
and Time and Death lurking on either side of her.
[Image: Wikipedia]

What, in our house?

More victims of the British government’s “hostile environment” for immigrants:

The couple had been living and working in the UK for more than a decade, but ran into difficulties when they applied to renew their visas. Both were ordered to report regularly to Eaton House, a Home Office centre in Hounslow. When they attended on 7 March, they were told they were to be forcibly removed from the UK that day and put on a plane to South Africa.

“An immigration official at the airport accused Nancy of faking her collapse to avoid being put on a plane,” her husband said. “He told Nancy that he would handcuff her hands and feet and make her walk to the plane like a penguin, and that he would put her onto the plane even if he had to carry her.”

Officials then decided to put the couple into detention instead.

“We were detained separately, but after we were released Nancy told me that a nurse at the detention centre told her she was too ill to be detained, but the nurse was overruled by a superior and she was held overnight,” said Fusi Motsamai.

The next morning both of them were released, but she collapsed and died of a pulmonary embolism five days later. The Guardian

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves

Something has gone very wrong in our country, and like a terminally ill person in denial of their mortality, about half the British public aren’t admitting it. Such things don’t happen in Britain, they believe. It’s only other nations that commit atrocities, build concentration camps, persecute innocent people. “It wouldn’t happen here”. It is happening here.

“What, in our house?” enquired Lady Macbeth, on hearing of the murder of King Duncan, which she had just instigated.

Ellen_Terry_plays_Lady_Macbeth
Photograph by Window & Grove of Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth, based on the renowned 1888 production in which the great actress, and artist’s muse, starred with her partner, Henry Irving. Image: Wikipedia.

Britain’s hostile environment exists for all people of foreign birth who have considered this country their home, and paid their taxes, very often married and had children here. The people being threatened with deportation, held in detention, insulted by officials and deprived of urgent medical attention include Commonwealth citizens and EU Nationals, none of whom were told at the time they settled here that their right to remain was temporary.

Brexit means Brexit, and history will call it toxic.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves

The nations not so blest as thee
Must, in their turn, to tyrants fall,
While thou shalt flourish great and free:
The dread and envy of them all.

We have fallen to tyrants, because enough people keep electing them; we aren’t going to flourish, if we submit to Brexit; we’re not the dread and envy of anyone; we are despised and pitied.

Ambrogio Lorenzetti An Allegory of Bad Government Fresco 1338 -40. Palazzo Pubblico, Siena. Image: WGA
The demonically horned female personification of Tyranny sits in the centre, surrounded by yes-men.

Truth drips slowly, like blood through a transfusion filter.

Freedom of Choice and the Democratic Right to Change Our Minds

The choices facing Great Britain are not being accurately presented to the public.
Brexit is not inevitable. It is still legally reversible.
Parliament has not yet decided to withdraw from the EU.
A Vote on the Deal could be given to the People.

“‘The binary choice which faced the electorate in the referendum’ is every bit as important now… And it is a dereliction of your public duty to issue editorial guidance to the contrary”.

From Andrew Adonis on Twitter: “My letter to Lord Hall, BBC director-general, asking him to withdraw BBC’s editorial guidance that it is ‘no longer reporting on the binary choice’ for/against Brexit. Parliament hasn’t yet decided whether we are leaving EU next March & this remains massive issue of public debate.”

The Loneliness of Power/The Power of Loneliness

cardboard thronePhoto © Martin Hübscher Photography

via The Cardboard Throne

The photographer is an EU National, married to a British citizen, residing and working in the barely United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and wondering every day if he is going to be deported.
He also love cats.
The cat has Freedom of Movement that no mere human can take away.
#BrexitHostileEnvironment

A woman thinking outside her box

Circle of Robert Peake, Portrait of a Lady, c. 1619
Adopting the conventional Renaissance pose of melancholic meditation, the young woman rests her head on her left hand.
At the same time, she rebels against the constrictions of mortality, and expectations of how young women should behave and think.
Her right hand reaches out of the frame, in the style of Baroque trompe l’oeil, challenging the observer’s perceptions of reality, and testing the limits of her own and the artist’s power.
She is forever in transition between two states, dabbling her fingers in eternity.
It’s only a game, a flirtation, a harmless trick to beguile us all – or is it? Though she appears so prim and proper, purse-lipped and passive, her gaze is directed out at you and me, not inwards.
She’s reflecting melancholically about us, not herself.
“Don’t tell me what to do. Don’t tell me what to feel and think. You don’t know me, though you think you do. I’m coming out of this frame you’ve put me in. There’s lots to do in the world out there. What about you? What are you doing? What have you done? Take my hand, and I’ll be with you, now and always”.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 18 Written between 1593 and 1601, published in 1609.