Brexit: Brittania has fallen :(


Arthur is gone . . . Tristram in Careol
Sleeps, with a broken sword – and Yseult sleeps
Beside him, where the Westering waters roll
Over drowned Lyonesse to the outer deeps.

Lancelot is fallen . . . The ardent helms that shone
So knightly and the splintered lances rust
In the anonymous mould of Avalon:
Gawain and Gareth and Galahad – all are dust.

Where do the vanes and towers of Camelot
And tall Tintagel crumble? Where do those tragic
Lovers and their bright eyed ladies rot?
We cannot tell, for lost is Merlin’s magic.

And Guinevere – Call her not back again
Lest she betray the loveliness time lent
A name that blends the rapture and the pain
Linked in the lonely nightingale’s lament.

Nor pry too deeply, lest you should discover
The bower of Astolat a smokey hut
Of mud and wattle – find the knightliest lover
A braggart, and his lilymaid a ****.

And all that coloured tale a tapestry
Woven by poets. As the spider’s skeins
Are spun of its own substance, so have they
Embroidered empty legend – What remains?

This: That when Rome fell, like a writhen oak
That age had sapped and cankered at the root,
Resistant, from her topmost bough there broke
The miracle of one unwithering shoot.

Which was the spirit of Britain – that certain men
Uncouth, untutored, of our island brood
Loved freedom better than their lives; and when
The tempest crashed around them, rose and stood

And charged into the storm’s black heart, with sword
Lifted, or lance in rest, and rode there, helmed
With a strange majesty that the heathen horde
Remembered when all were overwhelmed;

And made of them a legend, to their chief,
Arthur, Ambrosius – no man knows his name –
Granting a gallantry beyond belief,
And to his knights imperishable fame.

They were so few . . . We know not in what manner
Or where they fell – whether they went
Riding into the dark under Christ’s banner
Or died beneath the blood-red dragon of Gwent.

But this we know; that when the Saxon rout
Swept over them, the sun no longer shone
On Britain, and the last lights flickered out;
And men in darkness muttered: Arthur is gone . . .

source: Hic Jacet Arthurus Rex Quondam Rexque Futurus by Francis Brett Young – Famous poems, famous poets. – All Poetry

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EXIT Albion… :(


Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

~YEATS

My alternative on Facebook French flag filter


Paris attacks: Facebook introduces French flag filter to let you show solidarity with victims

Just the day before, Beiroet was bombed by Daesh, where was the international solidarity & outrage?
Where was the facebook safety check for Beirut?
Is there a double standard Beirut-Paris?

Anyway, it did not feel good for me to use the French symbols to show my solidarity with victims of terrorism. instead  I chose PAX CULTURA ‘The necessity for protection of the cultural product and activity of the world—both during war and peace—’

This mission statement remembers me of Mencius: If the king loves music, there is little wrong in the land.

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Warsan Shire wrote:

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.

OV-kafkaart 2.1


In uw brief dd 25 juni j.l. schrijft u dat er door een fout in uw administratie, bij de vernieuwing van de OV-chipkaart mijn bankrekeningnummer niet goed is overgenomen, waardoor automatisch opladen wel plaatsvond maar afschrijvingen niet zijn uitgevoerd.
Het totale bedrag dat niet door u geincasseerd werd, zou volgens u xxx euro bedragen.

Hierbij verzoek ik u om mij de complete lijst van alle mislukte transacties toe te sturen; na controle van uw gegevens ga ik graag met u verder in overleg over de regelingen die getroffen moeten worden.

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Deja vue…
😦

https://hgoei.wordpress.com/2010/04/23/ov-kafkaart-deel-4/

Cultic group dynamics


Some thoughts on cultic group-dynamics:
Ingredients:
A charismatic leader who believes in his own vision & followers in search of answers.
If the group is developing into a closed one, the dynamic of group-thought will take over. 
Both leader & follower will be caught by the dynamics.
Power corrupts, therefore the leader will be corrupted; it is almost inevitable he will mis-use the power he is given by the consent of the followers. 
It is too easy to shift the burden of guilt to the leader, forgetting the role of the group-members who consented.
On the other hand, it is too easy to blame the group-dynamics only.
[quote]A group does not have to be religious to be cultic in behaviour. High demand groups can be commercial, political and psychological. [unquote]