'This S(c)eptic Isle': Notional Pride 14 (trans_late)

 

All Images: West Leicester, April 2022

(Amended Translation/Audio Transcript):

The definition of arrows: when a politician mistakenly tells the truth. A veteran Washington journalist would surely welcome the classic example of Jorge Comb-Ages. Thursday's uniform would greet the satifical minister about the prospect of Brexit.

Suddenly, the Minister for Brexit Opportunities implicitly admitted that there is no opportunity, or at least an opportunity more important than the high cost of financial self-injury (Britain's exit from the EU). Cpomb-Age's succession should be considered a millstone.

This does not mean that the varicose vents are no longer  beating the drum of Brexit in the hope of rallying the 2019 electoral coalition. But the tone, which is always empty, becomes even simpler - thanks to Comb-Ages. The Brexiters - they recognise themselves.

This is not only the turning point of the Brexit epic, but also the life expectancy of the government (which was the primary goal of this government). If even the most skilful defenders of the project can promise a delay in implementation, one thing is clear: the engine is gone. The ruling parties will become vulnerable.

The personal position of the economy and the leader of the two usual determinants of the popularity of the current government are dangerous. The crisis in the cost of living is profound and pervasive, affecting families who have struggled despite past difficulties. The one who lives from a soup box for her children to eat is the one who forces her children to wear their pyjamas when they come back from school, so as not to wear their uniforms.

This went hand-in-hand with target pay, and the compassion of Snorting Tweed hurts not only those who follow the rules and refuse and refuse to communicate with their loved ones during the padlock (all those who had no money to put bread on the table). Pay yourselves for a carton full of alcohol - it is a government of Marie Antoinettes that despises its feet, and too many people are starving.

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Proustian Diversion 2.1 (Travel Guide: Painting Remix)

 

All Photo-Manipulations: April 2022

"...the specific pleasure of travelling is not that it enables one to stop when tired or stay somewhere along the way; it is that it can make the difference between departure and arrival not as unnoticeable as possible, but as profound as possible; it is that one can experience that difference in its entirety, as intact as it was in our mind when imagination transported us immediately from where we were living to where we yearned to be, in a leap which seemed miraculous less because it made us cover such a distance than because it linked two distinct personalities of place, taking us from one name to another name, a leap which epitomized (more acutely than by a run in a motor-car, which allows you to get out where you like and thereby all but abolishes arrival) by that mysterious performance that used to be enacted in those special places, railway stations, which, though they are almost separate from the city, contain the essence of its individuality, as they bear its name on a signboard." [1.]

Claude Monet, 'The Gare Saint-Lazare, Arrival of a Train', Oil on Canvas, 
1877, Harvard Art Museums

Claude Monet, 'The Gare Saint-Lazare (Interior View of the Gare Saint-Lazare, The Auteuil Line)',
Oil on Canvas, 1877, Musee d'Orsay, Paris

"Sad to say, those wonderful places, railway stations, our starting-point for a distant destination, are also tragic places, for though they are the setting for the miracle which will turn a land hitherto non-existent except in the mind of into one we are  going to live in, for that very reason, as soon as we venture outside the waiting-room, we must abandon all hope of returning to the familiar bedroom which we left only a moment before. We have to give up all prospect of sleeping at home tonight, as soon as we have decided to venture into the reeking cavern which is the necessary anteroom to mystery, one of those huge glass-roofed machine-shops, such as the Gare Saint-Lazare, which was where I had to seek out the train for Balbec and which, above the great chasm slitting the city, had spread out one of those vast bleak skies, dense with portents of pent-up tragedy, resembling certain skies of Mantegna's and Veronese's fraught with their quasi-Parisian modernity, an apt backdrop to the most awesome or hideous of acts, such as the Crucifixion or a departure by train." [2.]

Walter Richard Sickert, 'St. Mark's, Venice (Pax Tibi Marce Evangelista Meus)',
Oil on Canvas, 1896 (Tate Gallery Collection)

[1. & 2.]: Marcel Proust, 'In Search of Lost Time, Volume 2, In The Shadow of Young Girls in Flower', Part II: 'Place-names: the Place' (Trans. James Grieve), London, Penguin Books, 2002/1919.

'This S(c)eptic Isle': Notional Pride 13 (trans_late)

 

All Images: West Leicester, April 2022

(Amended Translation):

Bjorn Soonish has a serious problem. He faces dangers on every front. With the responsibility of relinquishing common privileges, he leaves them in danger or remaining in Parliament. There are also elections in May and other restrictions. Houdini respected his political role - it was said. There is no doubt that Snorting Tweed conventions are dominated by coronavirus restrictions, and evidence of lysism may be appropriately disclosed in subsequent reports. In December last year, Reg Suey was unnecessarily asked if he was alright, then the Chief Justice proceeded with unnecessary scoundrels and mafia criminals. Bjorn Soonish's lawyer always backed the bad news in the hope that the trial date would be postponed. Reeta Tipple had directed the jury to release the case immediately but, quite cleverly, he didn't.

As I mentioned, the first time I wanted to see Soonish's smoking, lying and obstruction, Mockoff used Meg Ratty to bring the story. He fled the scene and is now at the JCB plant, jeopardising the value of life and the virtues of political continuity. Lawmakers ordered a vote on weavers, but due to the apparent delay (and hijab allegations), quickly disbanded the military. They drew the whip to the seal of reform, allowing the labour movement to investigate Soonish's actions and privileges. Politicians always lie in the House of Commons, but Soonish disappoints. If he is innocent, he goes back to the council.

What if there were multiple punishments, more severe than anyone else's? It is not the fault - it is the punishment. The Middle Ages had a long history of political demonstration and testimony. Death revolves around screams of pain to disperse the crowd and make them happy. Soonish has to face daily torture. A more active star can hardly suppress your happiness, and Soonish's caustic opposition is more widespread in my memory. But he doesn't want to leave after Stallaris. Such an end was lost before last year's advertising. Tory MPs are more obscure, however, as Mayor Kev Rebates has made up his mind. In the UK, local government elections are more than a low-level manifestation of democracy. Count the second day of May. Soonish should avoid anti-independence views, and his comrades understand that. The season will continue until voters can move on. The proposals show that two-thirds of the population is ready to impose fines again. This, of course, is democracy.

For the first time, the process of dismissal has been suspended, but the question remains as to how long Britain will lead the deadliest bombings. The First Minister has no reason, no lawyer, no ideology - just insanity and investigation. On Tuesday, Jones disputed the lawsuit. When challenged, he speaks of the Ukraine war as a British affair. There is also a war in the territory of a pert minimiser. The Retch Hat government was saved from war with the Malvin Islands in 1982. Caveman Droid wanted to start a war in Syria and discuss the war in Libya. But these minimisers were fighting for their country, and out of enmity.  Ukraine, thank God, is not a British war. Perhaps Soonish wanted to exchange with Elvis Zinky-Dermal. But it's a shame, and Russians do what they do. In fact, Soonish's main contribution to the situation is his refusal to open the door to Ukrainian asylum seekers. For all European migrants, nothing is complete without Brexit (an uncertain fate). But when Soonish returned to exile, he fled to take pictures with Zinky-Dermal.

A stable government is maintained when the economy suffers without controversy, but Soonish has got out of hand. His new feature includes a daily trip around the country to look for photographic opportunities, asylum seekers and unfair industrial policies. He attacks the Archbishop of Canterbury. Experience has left Hi-Risk wounded, and he is a chancellor in constant need of help. He did not deserve to go down to the bottom of the ditch to prepare for Count Soonish's procession. The last thing you need right now is to break-up with your boss.

Don't be fooled by the First Minister's mistakes or insults. Although Snorting Tweed suffers from many pressures and misunderstandings, not all projects are designed by the minister. The Judge said Soonish's resignation was not a felony, but the necessary justification is immediate and honest: Soonish was guilty. The narcissist lives in denial. He returned to the Strait, believing that he would overcome past fears. He lasted six months and it is a joke that he was never elected President. When the time is right, friends warn him not to rush back to the office, but to enjoin the convoy material.

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Completed Painting: 'The Castle/Le Grand Hotel 1'

 

'The Castle/Le Grand Hotel 1', Paper Collage & Acrylics on Panel, 600 mm x 600 mm, 2022

• Travels in time
• The mediated map (The screen)
• The view across two rivers
• The Bohemian memory
• The buried text
• Additional information (Search filters)
• New developments
• The constructed edifice
• The Land Surveyor (K.)
• The bridge adjacent
• The tower
• Notel
• Entry prohibited
• An inversion
• Blue overall (Marcel)
• The tourist guide
• The precise execution

Proustian Diversion 2 (The Travel Guide)

 

All Images: West Leicester, March 2022

"But if these names absorbed for ever the image I had of these towns, it was only by transforming that image, by subjecting its reappearance in me to their own laws; in consequence of this they made it more beautiful, but also more different from what the towns of Normandy or Tuscany could be in reality, and, by increasing the arbitrary joys of my imagination, aggravated the future disappointment of my travels. They exalted the idea I was forming of certain places on earth, by making them more particular, consequently more real. I did not at the time represent to myself cities, landscapes, monuments as more or less pleasant pictures, cut out here and there from the same material, but each of them as an unknown thing, different in essence from the others, a thing for which my soul thirsted and which it would profit from knowing." [1.] 

"And, even though the motive for my exiharation was a desire for artistic delights, the guidebooks sustained it even more than the books about aesthetics, and still more than the guidebooks, the railway timetable." [2.]

[1. & 2.]: Marcel Proust, 'In Search of Lost Time, Volume 1, The Way By Swann's'  Part III: 'Place Names: The Name', (Trans. Lydia Davis), London, Penguin Books, 1913/2002