Police State Crits #4 – Becky Spelman Awake To The World

Henry James died on this date, the 28th of February, 106 years ago, in 1916, in the middle of the Great War.

He wrote: ‚ÄúLife is, in fact, a battle. Evil is insolent and strong; beauty enchanting, but rare; goodness very apt to be weak; folly very apt to be defiant; wickedness to carry the day; imbeciles to be in great places, people of sense in small, and mankind generally unhappy. But the world as it stands is no narrow illusion, no phantasm, no evil dream of the night; we wake up to it, forever and ever; and we can neither forget it nor deny it nor dispense with it.”

People like Beck Spelman confront the world as it is and by doing so they make it better. They name problems which others deny and that naming is the first step to solving any problem.

Becky Spelman calls out arrogant bureaucrats at the Melbourne Freedom protest on 26/02/2022

Geoff Fox, 28th February, 2022, Down Under

Police State Crits #3 Terra Tacitae

(Shine Of The Moon communicates in a fantasy world.)

Meanwhile in Terra Nullius, the Goddess of Silence reigns.

Modern Australia is her home.

Mars is her mate.

Geoff Fox, 20-02-2022, the twentieth anniversary of the day my father died.

(The Hosier Lane Street Art is by John Lawrie.)

Police State Crits #2 – PLURES EX UNO

The Word.

Omnia Omnibus.

Christianity has what humankind needs right now within its reach but way out of its current capacity to grasp and hold.

The Word. Logos. Logic. Rationality. Discourse.

Omnia Omnibus. Everything for everybody.

Put the two together and the result should be democracy and freedom.

But what do I see?

A magnificent heritage which proclaims a welcome for all refugees.

(Just as long as its not someone like me alienated from the land of my birth by a police state bastardry whose rhetoric and propaganda the church supports whenever it can.)

Tries to be local ……..

(…… but then hits out in fear with the accusation of attempted murder when other persecuted peoples’ desperations for freedom upset its comfort zone.)

I could go on.

But what I seek on the whole of this website is dialogue with others.

Living in The Word.

Beneath Bunjil‘s skies.

Geoff Fox, 16th February 2002

POLICE STATE Crits #1

Today is the 80th anniversary of the first day of the World War Two battle which lead to the fall of Singapore.

Singapore fell because much larger British forces could not accurately assess either the size of the enemy or the nature of the British ruled terrain through which the enemy travelled. The British forces couldn’t even talk with each other.

They couldn’t live in The Word. So they lost.

Today my life in the police state of Victoria is in ruins like so many other lives here. That never would have happened if people in Terra Nullius could talk with each other instead of habitually denying each other the basic act of recognition as human beings.

This morning I wrote the poem below for three of them. A trinity. At the end of a service last Sunday to celebrate the 1953 coronation attended by my grandfather Ralph Blanchard and his wife Doris, I remember them in their doorway with their backs to me.

They are human beings without the time to really talk with me. Somewhat powerless. A modern and ancient police state disease. Scribes. Pharisees. Teachers. Doctors. Parents. Priests.

Dear Very Reverend Cannonless Glenn Helen Dean.

I am not scared of God.

But I am scared of evil.

In my words, I still feel free.

You seem proud or scared

or somehow locked

out of talking with me,

but in These Words

I still feel free.

Geoff Fox, 8th February, 2022, Terra Nullius