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Reprehensible or not: James Comey: ‘You stare at children crying – what kind of people are we?’


Reprehensible or not: James Comey: ‘You stare at children crying – what kind of people are we?’

Malcolm D B Munro
Thursday 21 June, 2018

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Filed under: art, Arts, Current Events, history, Literature, Media, Memoir, politics, stories

F. T. Prince – Soldiers Bathing


The sea at evening moves across the sand
Under a reddening sky I watch the freedom of a band
Of soldiers who belong to me. Stripped bare
For bathing in the sea, they shout and run in the warm air;
Their flesh worn by the trade of war, revives
And my mind towards the meaning of it strives.

All’s pathos now. The body that was gross,
Rank, ravenous, disgusting in the act or in repose,
All fever, filth and sweat, its bestial strength
And bestial decay, by pain and labour grows at length
Fragile and luminous. ‘Poor bare forked animal,’ (*)
Conscious of his desires and needs and flesh that rise and fall,
The sweetness of his nakedness: letting the sea-waves coil
Their frothy tongues about his feet, forgets
His hatred of the war, its terrible pressure that begets
A machinery of death and slavery,
Each being a slave and making slaves of others: finds that he
Remembers his old freedom in a game
Mocking himself, and comically mimics fear and shame.

He plays with death and animality;
And reading in the shadows of his pallid flesh, I see
The idea of Michelangelo’s cartoon
Of soldiers bathing, breaking off before they were half done
At some sortie of the enemy, an episode
Of the Pisan wars with Florence. I remember how he showed
Their muscular limbs that clamber from the water,
And heads that turn across the shoulder, eager for the slaughter,
Forgetful of their bodies that are bare,
And hot to buckle on and use the weapons lying there.
–- And I think too of the theme another found
When, shadowing men’s bodies on a sinister red ground
Another Florentine, Pollaiuolo,
Painted a naked battle: warriors, straddled, hacked the foe,
Dug their bare toes into the ground and slew
The brother-naked man who lay between their feet and drew
His lips back from his teeth in a grimace.

They were Italians who knew war’s sorrow and disgrace
And showed the thing suspended, stripped: a theme
Born out of the experience of war’s horrible extreme
Beneath a sky where even the air flows
With lacrimae Christi. For that rage, that bitterness, those blows,
That hatred of the slain, what could they be
But indirectly or directly a commentary
On the Crucifixion? And the picture burns
With indignation and pity and despair by turns,
Because it is the obverse of the scene
Where Christ hangs murdered, stripped, upon the Cross. I mean,
That is the explanation of its rage.

And we too have our bitterness and pity that engage
Blood, spirit, in this war. But night begins,
Night of the mind: who nowadays is conscious of our sins?
Though every human deed concerns our blood,
And even we must know, what nobody has understood,
That some great love is over all we do,
And that is what has driven us to this fury, for so few
Can suffer all the terror of that love:
The terror of that love has set us spinning in this groove
Greased with our blood.

                                                  These dry themselves and dress,
Combing their hair, forget the fear and shame of nakedness.
Because to love is frightening we prefer
The freedom of our crimes. Yet, as I drink the dusky air,
I feel a strange delight that fills me full,
Strange gratitude, as if evil itself were beautiful,
And kiss the wound in thought, while in the west
I watch a streak of red that might have issued from Christ’s breast.

F.T. Prince – Soldiers Bathing

Malcolm D B Munro
SaatchiArt.com/malcolmdbmunro
Monday 18 June, 2018

 * from King Lear by William Shakspeare

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Roy Campbell – Luís de Camões


Camões, alone, of all the lyric race,
Born in the black aurora of disaster,
Can look a common soldier in the face:
I find a comrade where I sought a master:
For daily, while the stinking crocodiles
Glide from the mangroves on the swampy shore,
He shares my awning on the dhow, he smiles,
And tells me that he lived it all before.
Through fire and shipwreck, pestilence and loss,
Led by the ignis fatuus of duty
To a dog’s death—yet of his sorrows king—
He shouldered high his voluntary Cross,
Wrestled his hardships into forms of beauty,
And taught his gorgon destinies to sing.

Roy Campbell – Luís de Camões

Malcolm D B Munro
SaatchiARt.com/malcolmdbmunro
Monday 18 June, 2018

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Luís de Camões – Os Lusíadas (The Lusiads)


Canto I

As armas e os Barões assinalados
Que da Ocidental praia Lusitana
Por mares nunca de antes navegados
Passaram ainda além da Taprobana,
Em perigos e guerras esforçados
Mais do que prometia a força humana,
E entre gente remota edificaram
Novo Reino, que tanto sublimaram.

Luís de Camões – Os Lusíadas

Malcolm D B Munro
SaatchiArt.com/malcolmdbmunro
Monday 18 June, 2018

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Red House – Rise Again


Red House – Rise Againj

Malcolm D B Munro
Monday 21 May, 2018

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The campaign to Leave the EU: Demagoguery not Democracy


The ‘Brexit’ Campaign: A Cheat Sheet
June 23 2016

Why Vote Leave?
Ran up to the eve of the Referendum to Leave the EU vote

Brexit lies: The demonstrably false claims of the EU referendum campaign
Sunday 17 December 2017

7 October, 2016

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Politics as Theatre: James Graham – This House


Politics as Theatre: James Graham – This Houseames

This House Trailer

National Theatre Live: This House Pre-show Film ‘A Theatre Within A Theatre’

Malcolm D B Munro
Sunday 20 May, 2018

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Why have Americans stopped laughing: BBC Radio 4 Political Thinking with Nick Robinson; The Angela Rayner One


Why have Americans stopped laughing: BBC Radio 4 Political Thinking with Nick Robinson; The Angela Rayner One
Labour’s education spokesperson on being poor but not being “a scumbag”, and whether she might become leader, plus London-centric politics, shoes and the Royal Wedding

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What is like to be a black politician in the UK: ‘National day of shame’; David Lammy criticises treatment of Windrush generation – video


What is like to be a black politician in the UK: : ‘National day of shame’; National day of shame’: David Lammy criticises treatment of Windrush generation – video

Malcolm D B Munro
Sunday 20 May, 2018

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BBC Radio 4 Political Thinking: The David Lammy One


BBC 4 Political Thinking: The David Lammy One
The campaigning Labour MP on politicians standing up to “their bloody electorates”, taking on the establishment over Grenfell and Windrush and how singing changed his life. 11 May, 2018

Malcolm D B Munro
Sunday 20 May, 2018

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