Then I felt my heart glow.
I love  sweet song so.
And down on the ground,
There’s a home to be found
In the earth’s heavy soil,
Where small creatures toil

I cannot fall down,
If I’m here on the ground.
I see life anew,
From this point of view.
The trees look so grand
As proudly they stand.
There’s a stillness and calm,
I am healed of my harms.
I look up at the sun,
Evening has come.
Rest in the night.
Turn off the light.
Let your other self
Restore you to health.

Oh, Wittgenstein ‘s writing’s divine.
I wish his thoughts were each mine.
I  understand just a few.
But they make me see anew.
I hope my own work will grow fine

Wittgenstein is an artist so true.
He created his meanings for you.
Language was  perception.
Or should that say conception?

I’ll leave that decision for you!

He appeals to more artistic minds.
In his work,  he gives hints for the blind.
I climbed his ladder up the fence.
What strange happenstance.
I always knew blackbirds were kind

Now the ladder has gone, disappeared.
But no one’s up here, I feel weird
From the fence to the roof.
I discovered a new truth.
Climbing’s not an act to be feared.

If you alter the place where you  stand,
You get an alternative view of your land.
New perspectives give us pause.
Don’t be hasty with laws,
Reality will  make its own demands.

“The philosopher is the man who has to cure himself of many sicknesses of the understanding before he can arrive at the notions of the sound human understanding. If in the midst of life we are in death, so in sanity we are surrounded by madness.

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    Eternal life

  
  

  Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.
  Ludwig Wittgenstein
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  Naive Fish

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  She’s very naive,you know.
  What,you mean she’s a naive artist?
  No she’s naive and an artist.
  That’s unusual.They seem a cunning lot.
  Well,she makes no money from it.
  Well,that must be hard these days.She could just boil a kipper
  and nail it to a plank and call it “The Crucifixion.”
  Hang on a mo,I can’t find my pen.#
  It’s here stapled to a plank and labelled “Write you are.”
  Can I borrow your pen?
  What do you think I am ,naive?Here’s a pencil stub.
  Now,what was I going to right down?
  Yes,you have gone right down.You’re practically on the sea bed.
  Well,better than a bed of nails.
  Can you still buy those>
  Ask Procrustes at the Acupuncture Centre.
  You get total acupuncture with one of those.
  Kill or cure.
  It’s money I want.
  Well., boil two kippers,a tampon and a hanky.
  That will be your tea,unless you glue it all together and call it the dilemma of modern womanhood.
  What’s the dilemma?
  Whether ’tis better to take kippers against a sea of trouble.
  I don’t think the herrings will like that.I certainly don’t.
  Oh,you one of the herring family,are you?
  No,but I’m applying to change my name to Herring Autonomous Blosch.
  A bit long to sign your paintings!
  It’s cheques I shall be signing.
  Here Mister,will you sign my tampon?
  Get off with you,not a true fish amongst you.
  Fish don’t menstruate.
  That’s lucky because how would they…..
  No,it goes straight into the bleedin’ sea.
  Well,when you see what we’ve put into it,the fish may very well start to menstruate shortly.
  Give me that pencil.I see money in this.Mini-tamps for female fish.
  But how would you advertise them?
  Don’t they have i-phones or i-pods or ITV?
  No,only the scales of justice.
  I wonder if I could sell them deodorants?
  That sounds a bit fishy to me.
  Smells a bit fishy too.
  Well,back to work.
  “Will the right honourable gentleman…

The conversations with my friends,
The closeness only death will end,
To share my life with those who care,
How could we have better fare?

Those who suffer pain and grief,
From whom love’s stolen by a thief,
Let us take them to our hearts,
So their healing path can start.

Those who are fear friendship and love,
Who set themselves at too low worth,
Do they know how courage grows
Through acceptance of our woes.

Life is tragi-comedy.
Love may be the remedy.
Though if we give our hearts away
We shall have grief and pain to pay.

But if we lock our hearts up tight,
And keep all feeling out of sight,
We will wither like dead leaves,
Of our whole life we’ll be bereaved

• I BOUGHT MY HUSBAND

  I bought my husband

  I bought my husband in a Sale
  I saw him hanging from the rail!
  He’s like monkey from the zoo.
  I patch him up with U.H.U.
  I bought my husband bright blue clothes
  So that wherever this man goes
  People see him clear and bright.
  What a lovely sight!
  I bought my husband a TV.
  He likes to watch the BBC
  He hates adverts and big Brother.
  The Weakest Link’s another.
  I bought my husband books on Art.
  This merry man is very smart.
  He painted me a bunch of flowers.
  I gaze at it for hours.
  I bought my husband food and wine.
  So that we can drink and dine.
  His conversation’s rich and rare.
  There is no better fare,

  Wittgenstein quote

  Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.
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  Wittgenstein and Sex and St Augustin#

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  Not every religion has to have St. Augustine’s attitude to sex. Why even in our culture marriages are celebrated in a church, everyone present knows what is going to happen that night, but that doesn’t prevent it being a religious ceremony.
  Ludwig Wittgenstein
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•  The Sun

  The sun was lying on the ground
  It was golden and quite round.
  The cats were looking down to see
  What the consequence would be.
  Noone seemed to notice that
  The sun was shining on their doormat.
  Put it down and by and by
  God will post it in the sky.

  NOW AND THEN

  He’s a mystic,you know.
  Does it pay well?
  Not in monetary terms.
  I thought it might be like statistics!
  Ah aha ah a Mystic statistic
  He is always losing himself.
  Then he finds himself elsewhere.
  We could organise a hunt.
  The Mystic statistic hunt.
  Can we hire some dogs?
  No,I’ll get all the cats out.
  Brilliant,they are
  more psychic than dogs.
  I used to get a feeling of eternity with my cat.
  That was before he got run over?
  And since,he communicates to me in notes.
  Like,time to turn up the central heating.
  Where’s your sun hat?
  That’s me,you dolt.
  How disappointing.Still, let me keep me illusions.
  I’ll buy you an illusion box for Xmas.
  We could get them all out and wash them.
  How many have you got?
  They grow fewer by the minute.
  We need some more.Like the illusion we are handsome fellows.
  That women see beneath our crinkled skin ,the lover within.
  But you can’t buy illusions,
  What about delusions?
  You can get those by starving and thinking malevolently.
  What about LSD
  LSD ..are you crackers?
  Well,crack cocaine,anybody?
  Meditation takes so long.I’ve not got time for that.
  I’ll drop a brick on your toe.
  That will bring you into the timeless present.
  In fact there is no present.
  How do you make that out?
  Stare at a leaf on a tree when there’s a breeze.
  Yes,it’s moving continuously.There’s no now.
  Now is then.
  It is now!
  It’s then, now!
  Now,then…!
  But if there’s no now it can’t become then.
  So there’s no then either.
  No then
  How Zen.
  So ,no now and no then.
  Where do we go from here?
  .
  There’s probably no “here” if there’s no “now”
  So “here and now” is meaningless.
  Very satisfying.
  Reality is an illusion.
  There’s no time.
  We don’t exist then?
  We don’t exist now.
  We are illusions produced by our brains.
  How wondrous.Why am I so plump?
  You are not plump because you are not.
  I am not.
  Neither am I.
  Am I I ?
  Time,gentleman ,please.
  That’s just a delusion.
  Humour him.
  You marry him.
  I’m going home like a particle on the back of a wave.
  Like a pebble flying on a sunbeam.
  Like music flying from a flute.
  I have a wife,now and then.
  When she’s not with other men.
  Alright,Einstein,your taxi is here.
  Well we have to pretend we’re still “here”
  That there is an “Here