The UK feels like King Lear`s Britain at the end of ACT 5, we are
confused, we give excuses and our enthusiasm to jump back to the
political arena is sluggish, dimmed and unenthusiastic. At the end of
Lear, Albany says:
"The weight of this sad time we must obey;
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most: we that are young,
Shall never see so much, nor live so long¬
And yet out of Lear comes hope, hope for love that saves humanity, Cordelia forgives Lear, Edgar forgives Gloucester and the unnamed servant sacrifices himself trying to save the Earl of Gloucester from being mutilated by the Earl of Cornwall. Even in Lear love, solidarity and respect for other reveal these values as the issues and emotions that save humanity and give meaning to this King Lear ridden island in its toxic sea. yes the left is rising again but many of its fellow travelers have done little to heko it....
And yet not so, since I am sure my love's
More ponderous than my tongue. (1.1.86-87)
"My wits begin to turn.—
Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold?
I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow?
The art of our necessities is strange
That can make vile things precious. Come, your
hovel.—
Poor Fool and knave, I have one part in my heart
That's sorry yet for thee". (3.2.73-80)
The tories ruke in coalition with the DUP...and yet we do not see what is happening. The Tories change the rules to control the Committees of the House of Commons. The central rational is to push through a hard brexit and still the old fools of the left do not see what they have contributed to,,,,,,
Yes, you who are broken by powe
"The weight of this sad time we must obey;
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most: we that are young,
Shall never see so much, nor live so long¬
And yet out of Lear comes hope, hope for love that saves humanity, Cordelia forgives Lear, Edgar forgives Gloucester and the unnamed servant sacrifices himself trying to save the Earl of Gloucester from being mutilated by the Earl of Cornwall. Even in Lear love, solidarity and respect for other reveal these values as the issues and emotions that save humanity and give meaning to this King Lear ridden island in its toxic sea. yes the left is rising again but many of its fellow travelers have done little to heko it....
And yet not so, since I am sure my love's
More ponderous than my tongue. (1.1.86-87)
"My wits begin to turn.—
Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold?
I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow?
The art of our necessities is strange
That can make vile things precious. Come, your
hovel.—
Poor Fool and knave, I have one part in my heart
That's sorry yet for thee". (3.2.73-80)
The tories ruke in coalition with the DUP...and yet we do not see what is happening. The Tories change the rules to control the Committees of the House of Commons. The central rational is to push through a hard brexit and still the old fools of the left do not see what they have contributed to,,,,,,
The Old Revolution
I finally broke into the prison,
I found my place in the chain.
Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows,
All the brave young men
They're waiting now to see a signal
Which some killer will be lighting for pay.
Into this furnace I ask you now to venture,
You whom I cannot betray.
I found my place in the chain.
Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows,
All the brave young men
They're waiting now to see a signal
Which some killer will be lighting for pay.
Into this furnace I ask you now to venture,
You whom I cannot betray.
I fought in the old revolution
On the side of the ghost and the King.
Of course I was very young
And I thought that we were winning;
I can't pretend I still feel very much like singing
As they carry the bodies away.
Into this furnace I ask you now to venture
On the side of the ghost and the King.
Of course I was very young
And I thought that we were winning;
I can't pretend I still feel very much like singing
As they carry the bodies away.
Into this furnace I ask you now to venture
Lately you've started to stutter
As though you had nothing to say.
To all of my architects let me be traitor.
Now let me say I myself gave the order
To sleep…
As though you had nothing to say.
To all of my architects let me be traitor.
Now let me say I myself gave the order
To sleep…
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