"With activities self-restricted to a relatively narrow band of ritual forms, pacifist tacticians automatically sacrifice much of their (potential) flexibility in confronting the state [becoming predictable]… The bottom-line balance of physical power thus inevitably rests with the state on an essentially permanent basis, and the possibility of liberal social transformation is correspondingly diminished to a point of nonexistence. The Bristish Special Air Force motto [Who dares, wins] is again borne out, this time via a converse formulation: “Who fails to dare, loses… perpetually."
"Grand Hotel…always the same. People come, people go. Nothing ever happens."
Grand Hotel (Edmund Goulding, 1932)
Dancers of the Sadler’s Wells Ballet Company [now Royal Ballet] in their ENSA [Entertainments National Service Association - like the USO in the US] uniforms during a tour of Brussels, 1945
Left to right (that I recognise): Moira Shearer, Alexis Rassine, Margot Fonteyn and Pamela May.
"Art is transportable, unregulated, glamorous, arcane, beautiful, difficult. It is easier to store than oil, more esoteric than diamonds, more durable than political influence."
Here is an intimation of
what’s to come.
I will marry a goldfish,
in slow-croaking reams of life
we will ambush the gulls and slip
into the waves forming.
One day you will blow your brains
out to the tune of grasshoppers.
Far from a person, I will dismantle
the house from the inside out. Every dish
will be purged in the fire, every smarting
look will be broken off like a branch vindicated.
Out in the fields where your dolorous frame
rests, roses will grow backwards into birds, the
remarks will be leaves crushed, undercut by the
incessant beat of leaping tigers.
We are lucky to be lost poles
in a cartologist’s nightmare, always
mapping a new path to the sea. We are burning
the almanac, turning the tides into gulls.
'Untitled' by Sergius Hruby for 'Die Muskete' magazine nr. 8, published April 1929.
Knock Knock Knock Knock
*opens door slightly* *peeks out* Do we who?
*screams* DO WE WOOOOOOOOOOO WEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WEEE OOOOOH OOOOOOOH OOOOOOOOH OOOOOOOOOH!! *turns into tardis*