Month: March 2013

I am an addict now

After only three dais I have becum addicted to spelling words rong.It’s the only pleshure in my life now apart from tea and staring owt of the window.So ought I to giv it up now or will it be all rite if  I carry on bee ing rong as mutch as I kan?Of coarse I have an addictive personality disorder too.

I have becum addicted to several men with personality disorders.Is that a coincidence or  is  it watt sum peeple like Professor Jung call a synchronous happening?Or are they just more fun?

Well,I am too old to change now so if you have a personality disorder pleese right to me tonight and give me your full details.I’ll try my best to becum addicted to you by next weak if you post your foto onto some plaice wear I can  sea itt.Thank you and guddnite

I feer my spelling of the Vatican is correct

I seam to have lost the will to rite today but  am favorably inklined to the new Pope.For he seems to be emfasising his identity as Bisherp of Rome not as the Poep.I believe collegiality will be a good mode in witch to procede

I feer I am  not making as many speling misstakes today.So it will be very eezy for yoo to count  the number.There is no prise on my hed as yet.So if yoo want to gamble go to a place that takes bets and waist your own munny wile yoo can.The banks do it and look how well they do…wear there’s  a will theirs away.

 Meenwile,we can ask our local Bisherp if we still have to follow the ten commandments and if so is their an order of precedence…And is kissing the new rite or are we left again with no root map to guyed us.Kissing is aloud in church…in fact its compullsory.The call it the Kiss of Piece but some peeple bite….and some nip.I say it’s all rong and wee need to make it write as soon as passabelle

 

 

A deep but dazzling darkness.

I heard these words some years ago and did not know who wrote them.Henry Vaughn was a 17th Century metaphysical poet and mystic.The quotation seems to imply a paradox as darkness is not dazzling..but I think that’s because we cannot  capture God in discursive language as if He were an object in our world

There is in God (some say) a deep but dazzling darkness.”
― Henry Vaughan

You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins,

The paragraph below  was written by the mystic Thomas Traherne.You  can see more here and also you can look in Wikipedia if you want some history.He wrote many poems which you can access through site like Poem Hunter

I love the idea of the sea flowing in our veins.Isle of man

 

You never enjoy the world aright, till the Sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars: and perceive yourself to be the sole heir of the whole world, and more than so, because men are in it who are every one sole heirs as well as you. Till you can sing and rejoice and delight in
God, as misers do in gold, and Kings in sceptres, you never enjoy the world.

Till your spirit filleth the whole world, and the stars are your jewels; till you are as familiar with the ways of God in all Ages as with your walk and table: till you are intimately acquainted with that shady nothing out of which the world was made: till you love men so as to desire their happiness, with a thirst equal to the zeal of your own: till you delight in God for being good to all: you never
enjoy the world.”
― Thomas Traherne

My spelling is disimproving .. reed my dreem

I wunder if my speling is any better twoday?Lately I’ve had som weerd and uncliched dreems.In one I was in a procession of Oxford Dons.All the uther peeple were waring fancy gowns and hats.I joyned on the end but I was only waring an old bayge trench coat.

Then I saw them going  into a Chapel for a servis.I saw big stayned glass windows…then I thought to miself,

Y am I heer?

Upon witch I got   up and walked owt and left those posh  and famos peeple in their.

In their what?

There glory and fame.

The man at the front of the procession had given me a very meening full look as he passed me.I am shure I have no ideea what that meens……if he loves me he’s not mutch help in a dreem is he?

Duzz it meen I will meet some famous man soon?If so I’d better pull up my sox and get  a move on ,thowgh better not count my chikkens befour they are hatched.Life is full of littel surprizes like still beeing alive in the mornings wenn I wake up..How sweet to c the son shining in the sky and the snow falling onto the grownd so I can bild a snowman and get a tan as well.

Now tell me how manny misstakes I have got in my spelling today?I  have managed moor than yesterday so I am mayking gud prowgress and will soon get banned by the Ministry for Educashion.Then I shall be famos at last and meet that  man from my dreem somewear I have never travelled wear ur I’s have there silence…thank you e.e. cummings.I luv ewe.

Saving money on sheets and other odd notions that come into my mind

In the middle of the night I had a brainwave.If I could cut the sheets of A4 paper I use in half depthwise I could save money.When I woke up I was wondering what tool would do that.

They must have something in paper mills as artist’s paper is thicker than the paper we use for writing on.Tracing paper is thinner but you could only write on one side.

So in the end I decided to use lessink by using  a pen with a fine nib or a fine refill in my ball point pen because it seems logical to think that would be an economy.I admit many of my ideas are utter nonsense.Like if you had  pyjamas with feet on like babies have you would be able to change the sheets less often as the feet sweat a lot but  it you went to the bathroom and stood on a wet patch in the night that would not be nice!So I shall resume sleeping in a clean  old potato sack instead.Though it’s hard to get out of it in the night.But it’s warm especially with a few baked potatoes in there too.

But can I eat them after sharing their bed?Sometimes empathy can be  over the top.Potatoes don’t have hearts or minds as far as we can tell.If we got too filled with empathy we would die of starvation.That’s the way of nature …….to eat or be eaten.
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Why do so many seemingly successful people get very depressed?

At the 50th anniversary of Sylvia Plath’s death by suicide people are still puzzling about her.Was she schizophrenic?Was her husband an hypnotically attractive demon who betrayed her.And her mother… was she too close and burdensome or too neurotic or too far away?

Well,I have an idea.. that it may be some of us work too hard,push ourselves too hard;value ourselves only if we achieve perfection in all spheres  of our lives.And this can make us profoundly exhausted…. and then we get into a downward spiral.Sylvia Plath had 3 pregnancies in 3 years.~Her mother was far away in the USA and she had no  family here.

She and her husband worked very hard at their writing and she produced many poems even during those childbearing years.And they also moved home several times.

We sometimes live as if we have no body.. we  get ideas of what we would like to achieve and e.g. get up at 4 am to write for 3 hours before the children  waken up.And such women are unlikely to serve ready meals for dinner.It will be a fancy dish from Fanny Farmer or The Joy of Cookery.Then they decorate their own homes and entertain many visitors at the weekend.

To be blunt,in my view,the fatigue is the main problem and forgetting we need time for ourselves.You cannot usually have it all unless you can afford to employ servants of some kind.And they need supervising

We need to care for our physical well being and defer that work that will make our name or the money we need to build a big extension on our  house.

It’s quite ironical here that most people have fantastic large kitchens but buy ready meals and  even MASHED POTATO in the supermarket.Better to have a small kitchen and less debt so less worry on your mind.And cooking,if not too ambitious can  be a form of meditation if we do it slowly

You are probably not going mad… you need more rest and to learn to relax.I am not a doctor so these are just my personal views.If Sylvia Plath had not pushed herself  too hard  mentally she might be here today.And if you don’t have some time for relating too Nature and other people what’s the point of life?

For me the point of being alive is to live and be aware that we live;to savor the days,the friends.the flowers,the food.To perceive and to dream as well as to work in our jobs or in our homes.Otherwise we are like automatons

Spelling is rong today

If my spelling was reely rong the spell chekker wud not no.It wud think I was riting in another langwidge all twogether.No,it can see I am rong but it’s not cumming up with enny alternative wurds for mee so u r stuck I feer.Still you no wot I meen I am shure.It’s been snowing heer all day and it’s kold 2.Well must go and make a meel now.Don’t all start spelling like me or wair will it all end?Gudbye..

 

Is knowledge like food?

They say a  little knowledge is a dangerous thing yet a great deal  is good.Is knowledge unique in this matter of size?  A little is bad a lot is good…… maybe like kissing?

Many times though, it’s good to know just enough.Then you have to define “enough.”

Is knowledge a bit like food?

How do you know when you have [had] enough?After being sick a few times that will  prove a test….can knowledge make you sick?People certainly though you could have too much book learning,like Hamlet

Why I get cross when I spell wrong

I get cross when I spell wrong because I can spell correctly so I see the errors.If I couldn’t spell  then I wouldn’t notice.
Is that a bit like wishing God had not given us the ten commandments?Some things are obviously wrong like killing your neighbors.But other things are tough to decide

Friendly fire?

Image from the Reverie Sanctuary  11 March 2012
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This joke is from here.It reminds me of a saying  which is common here,in fact it is hackneyed ..with friends like these,who needs enemies?I suppose we expect more from friends so feel more hurt if they betray us or toss us  aside like an old dish rag when they meet someone they believe is superior to us..but beware.The Ides of March are approaching and remember what happened then?
If a person in YOUR life has more problems than a math book, more drama than a screenplay, and more game plays than a football playbook, then before you are driven to tears like in the movie The Notebook, let them go.

 Eugene Nathaniel Butler quotes  |

Knock on the windows of opportunity or break the glass

The phrase “the window of opportunity” seems not wholly   satisfactory

.Admittedly you can see through a window unless you have thick net curtains but how many of us would be able to leap out of the window and seize the opportunity by the throat,if you see what I mean? And  if you were in the attic you’d be dead before you got  there…so what we need are “doors of opportunity”

The problem with that is you can’s see through a door unless it’s either got a window or is a glass door..So if you want success try living outside in a transparent tent where nothing will get in your way if anything passes by and your will get free publicity

I expect the phrase was made up by someone who writes speeches for politicians.

If you want a to  succeed you must  grasp the windows of opportunity as they go by and squeeze every last drop of rum out of them [try the tygers of wrath too]

She was only a little window but she was the window for me

Do not ask what your windows can do for you but what you can do for your windows.

Look through the windows and seize the day.Unless it’s  a dark night in which case visit a brothel  if they have windows

And one day all our children will be able to choose their own windows..red,yellow  ,……………..mix your own…..free windows ..

Windows are the eyes of the house

Don’t be shy if opportunity peeks into your window.Peek right back at it…

Ich bin ein Window! Moi aussi.Ma femme!

Where is she now, the  rich widow of my opportunity?

To look or not to look.Out of a selection

Never close the door in case someone wealthy passes by on the other side.and merely glances at your window.

Now is the Window of our discontent made gloriously plumper with our sunny walk

One good window deserves another.

I’ll be your window, if you open your door

Windows,they ought to be taxed I say.

Windows.. they give you an illusion of being in the sun but did you know we can see  in…and we saw you and the mirror on your ceiling…anything to say in  your pretense?

A more funny joke and less funny thoughts coming from that

“Two minds with but a single thought… how Newton and Leibniz invented calculus.”

I saw that jokey sentence somewhere but it’s funny only to people who know some history .

I find it very strange that quite frequently people in different parts of the world  invent or discover the same thing more ore less simultaneously………..this was true  long before people could share ideas on the internet.I believe that Charles Darwin’s Evolutionary theory was also invented by someone else and that’s what  pushed Darwin to publish it.Whether it’s true or not it has resulted in some dreadful consequences like Eugenics which was favored by Galton and influenced many minds[  of politicians] in Europe in the late 19th and early 20th Centuries with dreadful results…

Many of our discoveries have more than one face… like nuclear power.And now we need so much power,electrical and other to maintain our civilization such as it is now..Some people think we are nearing the end of this era…and some are bringing it on using post modernist thought which has links to Fascist thinking I read though I have never grasped exactly what it is.

 

One of the top 20 jokes according to the Daily Mirror writers

I’m on a whiskey diet. I’ve lost three days already.

No, that is not funny enough.They must be lacking in knowledge

But then would you write for a Mirror?

Like writing for a window…. you can write on my mirror,though,if you want as long as you do mirror writing

ie you start on the right and go left.Then when I see it I will know everything

Build me a mirror at my gate

And call me up on the phone in my house

So I can  slip off

and look at myself….

Maybe better in the bathroom

There is “The Writing on The Wall” but where’s that wall?

And the game is up.

We know what you are after.. but what are you before?

The newspaper should be The Daily Window…after all we don’t believe the world is just a mirror to us,do we?

Souls

Your eyes are like newly cleaned windows.

they have a little light inside

but I can’t see right into your soul.

Your eyes   are like windows

except windows have no expression despite curtains.

When I was small,I thought houses were alive

The eyes were  the windows

The door,a mouth.

They had no  noses but they could smile.

 

They invited friends to look inside

but the house owners didn’t like

so they chased me away..

That’s where  the world began to go round

like a spinning top.

 

I like windows but now I am careful

after all,it’s not my soul I look at then.

I can see your soul and it’s dark blue

like a sky and you have shining stars too

 

10 things contemporary poets should know about poetry.

Very interesting post

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1. Poems are not purely narrative; stories are! If you want to write a story “by god” write a story, but don’t call it a poem. I speculate that most narrative poems are short-short versions of stories written by writers – who don’t have the skill, patience or time to write a whole short story.

2. Free verse does not mean that you should completely ignore rhythms and line breaks. Help your readers – one long ass, run on sentence, without punctuation; that takes up a whole page, is not innovative (it’s already been done). It disrespects your reader’s intelligence, shows the world that you are only merely cleaver, and is pabulum masquerading as a poem.

3. Don’t put two contrasting metaphors in one verse or sentence – it just won’t hold together for your readers. Here is an example: “I was hearing a picture of you standing in a…

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For me,the whole world

To look out or to peer in… we need both  real and metaphorical windows.

To a baby it may seem as of the whole world was created just for her.

And so it may seem, for a moment. to a mystic.

And that may be anyone who looks in the right way in the right direction at the right moment.

The world was made for me..

And for you too.

And with our eyes, we see.

The mind has its eye …. the soul’s window

I am cleaning the wind’s eyes tomorrow and  my eyes.You have to clean windows in Spring time because the sunshine shows up the dirt.Reading about the origin of the word “window” made me think how all language was originally metaphor and that poetry and song preceded speech in the way we know it now

What I find the most fascinating is that language evolved,not in universities but in the lives of ordinary people and their needs from economic,to artistic to religious.I think now our language can seem dead which points to the importance of poetry.We don/t want the only new words to be those made up by advertisers or by newspeak in technology..Babies learn to speak one or even two or three languages….Strange how many children here leave school functionally illiterate…the learning process goes wrongWe should place a higher value on ourselves and our natural abilities and not worship the experts.Our senses are our windows and inside we have our  mind which even has its own eye..and though that eye we see God

“The eye with which we see God, is the eye with which God sees us”

from  Meister Eckhart.[Sermons]

The origin of the word “window”

This is article very interesting especially  as we rarely learn much now about the connection of English with Old Norse.No doubt the Government don’t believe it will add to our ability to gain employment stacking the freezers in supermarkets with horsemeat burgers or similar activities.

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Etymology of the word

WINDOW

The word window originates from the Old Norse ‘vindauga’, from ‘vindr – wind’ and ‘auga – eye’, i.e. “wind eye“. In Norwegian Nynorsk and Icelandic the Old Norse form has survived to this day (in Icelandic only as a less used synonym to gluggi), in Swedish the word vindöga remains as a term for a hole through the roof of a hut, and in the Danish language ‘vindue’ and Norwegian Bokmål ‘vindu’, the direct link to ‘eye’ is lost, just like for ‘window’. The Danish (but not the Bokmål) word is pronounced fairly similarly to window.

Window is first recorded in the early 13th century, and originally referred to an unglazed hole in a roof. Window replaced the Old English ‘eagþyrl’, which literally means ‘eye-hole,’ and ‘eagduru’ ‘eye-door’. Many Germanic languages however adopted the Latin word ‘fenestra’ to describe a window with glass, such as standard Swedish ‘fönster’, or German ‘Fenster’. The use of window in English is probably due to the Scandinavian influence on the English language by means of loanwords during the Viking Age. In English the word fenester was used as a parallel until the mid-18th century and fenestration is still used to describe the arrangement of windows within a façade. Also, words such as “defenestration” are in use, meaning to throw something out of a window.

From Webster’s 1828 Dictionary: Window, n. [G. The vulgar pronunciation is windor, as if from the Welsh gwyntdor, wind-door.][3]

 

A mole makes a good hat

They say the eyes are the windows of the soul…two may not be enough to become enlightened but I shall try my utmost when I get up at noon before my siesta. in the garden shed.

Who says moles are poor company? They are very cuddly or was that the gardener’s moleskin hat? He could just put a mole on his head that would be both more humane and warmer.but is it democratic?

 

I want to go to bed

I want to go to bed

but someone’s standing on my head!

I don’t know what matters most

the butter or the toast.

I have looked into  your mirror

Was it cracked across in error?

I want to go to sleep

I have counted all those sheep.

My dreams are very bland.

Swiftly flows the sand.

I wake at 6 am,

My soul cries out just then.

I like to drink espresso

and  recall sweet summer colors.

I want to go to bed

But my palms have both been read

Sleep knits us together

So we won’t get married ever

My heart is made of leather

to protects me in bad weather