David Jones, artist and poet (1895-1974) begins his PREFACE TO THE ANATHEMATA :

'I have made a heap of all that I could find.' (1) So wrote Nennius, or whoever composed the introductory matter to Historia Brittonum. He speaks of an 'inward wound' which was caused by the fear that certain things dear to him 'should be like smoke dissipated'. Further, he says, 'not trusting my own learning, which is none at all, but partly from writings and monuments of the ancient inhabitants of Britain, partly from the annals of the Romans and the chronicles of the sacred fathers, Isidore, Hieronymous, Prosper, Eusebius and from the histories of the Scots and Saxons although our enemies . . . I have lispingly put together this . . . about past transactions, that [this material] might not be trodden under foot'. (2)

(1) The actual words are coacervavi omne quod inveni, and occur in Prologue 2 to the Historia.
(2) Quoted from the translation of Prologue 1. See The Works of Gildas and Nennius, J.A.Giles, London 1841.

14 September 2017

Weavers of the Word, Untie!

slag off


slag off (third-person singular simple present slags offpresent participle slagging offsimple past and past participle slagged off)
  1. To talk insultingly to or about someone or something.
  2. To purify by melting and removing slag. There is a lot of copper oxide, but I can remove that by melting everything and slagging it off. 

 After the launch of After Words at City Recital Hall, Paul Keating launched 
 (into) the Balmain basket weavers.

"The man who talked about the recession we had to have (and sent some fraction of the middle class to the wall) was hated and feared by one part of the Australian electorate and adored by another. Former Hawke government minister John Button once said you could track the stretch of Australian politics with Keating's one-liners. Remember the banana republic and the arse end of the universe?
Keating's tough charm carried him the longest distance with the constituency that adored him, the chatterati he described as "the basket weavers of Balmain". When he declared, "Mate, if you live in Australia and you don't live in Sydney, you're just camping out", we laughed at the sheer insolent wit of the man, however secure we thought we were in our Melbourne houses.
He was one of the greatest talkers in the history of Australian politics. Part of what gave him the right to put his signature on the reformist government that carried Australia into the harder but more profitable world of the open marketplace was that as treasurer and then prime minister he gave a new politics, a tough economically liberal one, all the vernacular charm of an old and familiar larrikinism. "He's got a front on him as big as Mark Foys," he'd say. Or, addressing the question of a politician's privacy, "Mate, we can't even shit in the ocean."
The correlative of that street fighter's charm (which could also be extraordinarily powerful in the negative mode) was that Keating knew how to ice the cake. He gave the basket weavers Mabo; he gave them, as no one else could, the dream of the republic.
He was, in any case, a man of the word more than a man of the book." ...
- extract from
Lyrical larrikinism from the mouth of Paul Keating
Peter Craven / The Australian
12 November 2011

Theatre of the Actors of Regard (Tamworth)  
 A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/
 someone looks at something... 

Barnaby Joyce - Leader of the Country Party and Deputy Prime Minister of Australia - likes to employ the Keating "basket weavers" terminoLOGOS/HA HA. 

He did so again yesterday during his doorstop at Parliament House in which he pitted the weaving reprehensibles against "those who want a job."

FIAPCE after Issa  
 A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/
 someone looks at something...