Saturday, March 30, 2019

Now let's see, where was I

    A long incubation, 
    some Friday nights


Antinous at Delphi

Thursday, March 28, 2019

What's become of General Kelly?

Who can forget our Augean stables,
and our Hercules' unenviable task
of mucking them out, without just-
ifying this lapse of memory in the
delicate tenure as nurse to the O-
val Office? The one bedrock maxim,
tenuously governing this nursery in
the last couple of years, has been
to prevent the tenant from choosing
his own playmates. Somehow, someone
wasn't looking, and in bounded Iago
to seduce Othello to even drearier
ing freshened nappies, now and then?

Monday, March 25, 2019

Bargain days on the foreign policy fanny

  Never let it be said that our
  American President hasn't em-
  pathy for a beast in a hurry.
  In town for an election pick-
  me-up from an avatar in arms,
  Israel's Netanyahu scarfed up
  a luscious bit of sovereignty
  belonging to another country,
  in typically Presidential re-
  spect for belligerent spoils.

  Quick, dear Vlad. If the Go-
  lan Heights are alienable at
  our whim, cuddle on down for
  Mar-a-Lago's tribute to Cri-
  mea. No treat is ever exces-
  sive to ask, when his vanity
  is on full tweet, as in that
  rollback of sanctions worked
  only last week, because they
  feel good about North Korean
  nuclear development where he

  In America, we abjure objec-
  tions to our President's vi-
  olations of international
  law, on the fastidious pre-
  cedent we've set for domes-
  tic laws which stand in his
  way. We deny he is a craven
  bum boy to strongmen every-
  where, always overpaying in
  cakes of our security. That
  said, he surely means well,
  much as dear King Kong did,
  when distracted by Fay Wray.

A bright Purcellian welcome ode would be nice, just now

Thrilling lyrics and trumpets
aside, we take great heart to
investigation of the subject:

that the government of the U-
nited States is, just possib-
ly, in somewhat lawful hands.

Sunday, March 24, 2019

"If it's bad, George, don't come back"

Who, possibly, could wish to make 
light of the robotic self-erasure
of the principal other country on
this planet where you can request
a whisky, and expect to be served
Scotch? But not even they care to
be reminded of the place, so ten-
nuous now is any sort of union of
clever states with Great Britain.

The politest concession to be of-
fered to the political structures
which used to rule over a quarter
of the globe, is that they became
uninhabitable by anyone. Besides,
who could honestly confess to be-
ing on his knees to remember that
catastrophe by the name, Theresa?

It got bad, and Connie had wanted
to remember them all just as they
sifter of scraps of spycraft when
George was Smiley in a regulation
bowler. Who's next? Take a guess.

English speakers, what revivalism
is for gospelers: a literacy test.

Burt Glinn