Month: October 2013

What is thinking?

 

A propos of the quote from Doris Lessing,I turn over this question in; my mind.Thinking is not having  sentences or words passing through our conscious mind like,I envy that person who has just been on a cruise/bought a large house;did I lock the door; is my new neighbour gay;why am I here?

I assume people meditate to stop that mental chatter.If you stop it you may  find a painful feeling hiding.

So what is thinking?My mind goes blank.Is it a conversation with onesself or another?

When we have to make a decision,talking it over enables a seeing of different aspects/by one’s self,thinking may be a kind of confrontation .facing some idea,,,,dwelling on it.

It seems so simple but I don’t know what it is.

 

 

Be off or I’ll follow your blog everywhere

 

 

coloured woodsDoctor,I have got this awful feeling

What is it?

I feel someone is following me all day

I told you not to start blogging.How many followers have you got?

About 120.And I am following myself too.

Why did you follow yourself?

To see where I was going to.

And where was it?

I  went to the bathroom.

Did you follow yourself in?

I waited outside.

That was very wise.

So why do I feel odd?

I can’t say.I’ll have to follow you too to see what I can discover.What’s the name of your blog?

How my heart speaks

That is an error.Hearts don’t speak.

It’s a metaphor.

Your trouble is you are too brilliant.You need to become dumb like the rest us

Now,that “dumb” is a metaphor.

Well,l’ll be blowed.I never knew I spoke in metaphors.I am thrilled

See… how do you feel?

Be off or I’ll follow your blog! I want to remain ignorant to all higher thinking

Call yourself a doctor?

No,I’m the technician.The doctor is sick

Well,whadda you know!The doctor is sick

He’s only human

Only human?

He’s not superman.

I don’t want superman following me.

But anybody can follow you.

What a mess.I’ll unfollow myself now and get some peace

Criticising dogs

Dogs! Who wants them?They can’t talk,they can’t cook,they can’t wash up.They can’t wash themselves properly so have to be groomed by somebody else.Aw.dogs!Who wants a dog?They can’t even make the bed though happy to sleep on it.There’s saying.Let sleeping dogs lie .So they can’t even tell the truth. but why let them lie?Is the truth too disturbing?But at least they don’t smoke…. or do they?I have my suspicions but no proof as yet.Maybe they smoke in the bath?

A thorough exposition of Levinas’ thought from Stanford Philosophy Dept

A thorough exposition of Levinas thought from Stanford Philosophy Dept

This seems the most comprehensive  account I can find of Levinas work and also a brief biography.I ammm waiting for my book which may be simpler.If not I’ll study this

Honesty from Doris Lessing

Doris Lessing

“Sometimes I dislike women, I dislike us all, because of our capacity for not-thinking when it suits us; we choose not to think when we are reaching our for happiness.”
― Doris Lessing, The Golden Note
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Levinas’ Ethics

“Levinas derives the primacy of his ethics from the experience of the encounter with the Other. For Levinas, the irreducible relation, the epiphany, of the face-to-face, the encounter with another, is a privileged phenomenon in which the other person’s proximity and distance are both strongly felt. “The Other precisely reveals himself in his alterity not in a shock negating the I, but as the primordial phenomenon of gentleness.”[3]. At the same time, the revelation of the face makes a demand, this demand is before one can express, or know one’s freedom, to affirm or deny.[4] One instantly recognizes the transcendence and heteronomy of the Other”

This is from the article in the previous post for those who are unable to read the whole piece/

I feel this is the heart of what he expresses

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I looked up Levinas’s life

I found quite a good  short  account of the main outlines of Levinas’ life and work here.How very ironic he studied with Heidegger.His ideas seem very different from the philosophy I have studied before.I am well read but have only just heard of him when reading about Peter Lomas.I feel he may be very important in this world we now dwell in.I am unsure if I can understand his writing but have ordered a book by colin Davis

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When you teased me so

Maybe you didn’t know

When you teased me so.

Maybe you never knew

What your words would do.

I float across that space

Where lovers once embraced.

And thus you  bring torment

To me whom love  you sent.

When we close our eyes

Our daytime face then dies.

We look across dark seas

To sacramental trees.

My dreams are full of loss.

Is night or day the worse?

When I return next here

Will love outstrip your fear?

I gaze upon your face,

Forbidden to embrace.

My arms ache deep inside,

As if in agony tied.

Torn apart by grief.

Love is now a thief.

Where has God’s face gone

As brightly shines the sun?

The pains of life are sharp,

Cutting through the heart.

But still we turn towards love,

With all the strength we have.

Trusting in the dark,

Trusting my own heart.

I step into the void.

Love can’t be denied

Blogs for writers

Here is a list of some blogs  which are useful to blog writers and others. I have  used myself others I have not heard of before.There is so much out there .

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Golden Tree

Just a lovely tree image

klaudiakatona's avatarWhile I breathe, I photograph.

Golden Tree

“Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.”
― Chad Sugg

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/11/daily-prompt-seasons-2/

http://markovicharts.com/2013/10/11/light-on-the-other-side/

http://markovicharts.com/2013/10/11/red-berries/

http://randeebergen.wordpress.com/2013/10/08/walking-in-an-autumn-wonderland/

http://geekergosum.com/2013/10/11/mid-season-replacement/

http://brandonsmommyforever.wordpress.com/2013/10/11/seasons/

familyphotosfoodcraft.com/2013/10/11/11-daily-prompt-mid-season-replacement/

http://underthemonkeytree.com/2013/10/11/daily-prompt-mid-season-replacement/

http://themagicblackbook.wordpress.com/2013/10/11/seasons/

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Go,Francine,go!

It] began to seem amazing how often it was assumed that having a vagina automatically meant I was less intelligent, talented, capable, and interesting than the world’s least interesting human being who happened to have a penis.”
― Francine Prose

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Reading like a writer

“I’ve always found that the better the book I’m reading, the smarter I feel, or, at least, the more able I am to imagine that I might, someday, become smarter.”
― Francine Prose, Reading Like a : A Guide for People Who Love Books and for Those Who Want to Write Them

This book is fascinating whether or not you are writer

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Try for a sort of controlled uncontrol

 

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And here are Pandora’s socks,Professor Smith,quipped,as the female student in the front row fell asleep whilst sitting upright in a large armchair.
And I also have Achilles’ heel here.
Now for your project,I want you all to say Three Hail Mary’s.
A large bee stung my ass and I awoke and coughed up my soul onto the bed.
Get back inside,I cried.Keep my whole,give me oil,keep me churning.
Alright,it muttered calmly.Don’t lose your head.
I have it well screwed on,I responded.
This is a surprise to see you.
Well,since Pandora lost her socks all the souls have been getting loose from their bodies.Women…why do they lose their socks so much?
After that,the doctor called.
Hi, he screamed.
For God’s sake,don’t do that,I shouted
I’m not dead you know..even though my blood pressure is zero.He smiled and handed me a blood sugar monitor.
Here you are,this will cure your pneumonia.
What about my new mania?
What is that?
I am interested in spirals…
Keep it under control.
The whole point of mania is to be out of control
Try for a sort of controlled uncontrol,then.my dear,he murmured.
What a clever idea,I told him.Goodbye
I swallowed the test kit and it cured the pneumonia immediately.Yet I had to have surgery to extract it.So the cure was no better than being hung by bees.
Honey,you are my honey,honey…how I need you so.Never let me go.

Not love nor money

Read this

Katherine's avatarHow my heart sings

Not love nor money should we seek to steal;
Nor for self praise and value be in need
For these things cannot ever truly heal.
And onto a wrong path must often lead.

 

Not to vice nor virtue must our wills be tied;
Yet by free grace we gently may be led
Our will directs attention which denied
May let our pride control our mindless heads.

 

Not good nor bad can track the vane of God
Far from our sightless eyes are his affairs.
Yet Faith and Hope can be a dowsing rod
With Love the force to trace the Spirit bare.

Oh,come down,Spirit,take me as your wife
Fill me with holy grace and with new life.

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The most amazing thing……………Doris Lessing in wikiquotes

I never even heard of wikiquotes!Then I find a whole page on Lessing.Oddly.though I  read most of her books years ago I didn’t register most of these sentences.She is more than just a novelist,or should I say she is what novelists may aspire to be.,she thinks truthfully and with imagination

    • Political correctness is the natural continuum from the party line. What we are seeing once again is a self-appointed group of vigilantes imposing their views on others. It is a heritage of communism, but they don’t seem to see this.
      • The Sunday Times, London (10 May 1992)
  • It is terrible to destroy a person’s picture of himself in the interests of truth or some other abstraction.
  • If a fish is the movement of water embodied, given shape, then cat is a diagram and pattern of subtle air.
    • Particularly Cats, ch. 2 (1967)
And an interview from 1969 when she stayed with Studs Terkel in Chicago
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Thinking about Her Husband

 Ted Hughes

As I am laid low by a violent cough I’ve been reading The Newstatesman and in particular a lately discovered poem about Sylvia Plath’s last night.He seems to have been naive in thinking an isolated American woman with no family here could be left alone with two tiny children while he was of  with various other women.Oh,was a night of sexual frolics,with someone you

didn’t even love,in a place with no telephone,

Was it worth thirty plus years of harrowing

Grief and guilt.Did you need the excitement?

Writing,too demanding.Real love was certainly

A demand but one you’d think would be

A useful mine for poetry.Sylvia’s love

Too much?And   what you thought would be

A few seemingly trivial acts,could have

such consequences.

But isn’t that always so ?

I don’t think Pontius Pilate knew

His name would go down in history

As the Judge of God himself,

Washing his hands like an obsessive,thinking

A ritual would heal him of his guilt

ROSES

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Winter may reign across the land
Frost and snow abound.
But I smell the roses’ scent so sweet
Whenever you’re around.

I love my love in summertime
Yet loving is easier then.
So now that winter cold smites us
I love my love again.

The deepest snow,the heaviest frost
Will not keep me away.
Come summer sky or winter fogs
I love you every day.

The sweetest rose that ever bloomed
Is not as sweet as you.
You are my garden of delights
I love you through and through.

When spring arrives we see the buds
Of flowers that will  be soon bloom,
I hope our love will open up,
As  flowers do  in the sun.

Be my lovebird

Honesty seed pods

Be my love bird for tonight,
I want you always in my sight.
And I want to hug you too
I do,I do I do.

Winter is a cold affair.
Snow and holly in my hair.
I need your arms to warm me through
I do,I do ,I do,too.

I have to be open with you
I want to win your love somehow.
I feel as if I’ve met my NOW
I do.I do,I do.

I love your eyes,I love your face,
At which I gaze when we embrace.
I love your voice and music taste
I do.I do.I do.

Be my lovebird,be my mate
Don’t let’s ever separate.
Your kisses give me appetite
.They do,they do,they do.

Shall we nest in this larch tree?
There is space for you and me.
And maybe soon there may be three!
We doobie,doobie dooooo.

Discover Francine Prose and what she reads

Francine prose

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I greatly like the writer  Francine Prose and just read an interview witth her.And secondly I found a piece where she talks about her favorite books.I looked at her images on Google Image because I like faces.There are lots of photos of her at different ages and in different moods.I think she has a fascinating face.And mind

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Not love nor money

Not love nor money should we seek to steal;
Nor for self praise and value be in need
For these things cannot ever truly heal.
And onto a wrong path must often lead.

 

Not to vice nor virtue must our wills be tied;
Yet by free grace we gently may be led
Our will directs attention which denied
May let our pride control our mindless heads.

 

Not good nor bad can track the vane of God
Far from our sightless eyes are his affairs.
Yet Faith and Hope can be a dowsing rod
With Love the force to trace the Spirit bare.

Oh,come down,Spirit,take me as your wife
Fill me with holy grace and with new life.

Prey all day

Try to be cruel to cliches.

Plug into   yourself  and   write with- electro-dynamic power

You are a like a  chilblain  on my back; real ,hurting but impossible to reach

She faints into the audience when on stage,so her career has nose dived

She was always too kind to her others.Self obliterating to the point of non -existence.Her sister, on the other hand, needs assertiveness  draining.

And these are Pandora’s socks,the professor quipped naughtily as the  stunned  female student dozed in the lecture hall.

Can I drape myself over you? he asked manfully waving a trilby over his head.

Don’t worry… it’s just a paper tiger for the Bull,they were told

I  am bared for the  golf course and hunting for  your balls she said balefully

They wasted away to infinitesmals. Anorexcalculia

I’ll pass on your gnus to  anyone passing

Pass on  the luck to those  who breed

I’ll pass the hat to Mr.Schwartz as he wears hats all ways..even on his feet now and Zen.He’s  Jewish Buddhist you see.It’s all the rage in him and his pals

They chased  me with flying terrors until I stared them all in their I’s.

Shall we pray as we flow ?

He pays lip service to any woman however thin her lips may have become with age,rage or natural wastage.

I prayed for  the piper but where is my I-tune?

Praying through the nose is a weird idea but I’ll try anything once.Is that Zen too?

The playback  was pinched by a witch’s cat.

I hurl myself on her  before  the wine.She likes to break things up  a bit.

We are like leaves in  God’s gales.It’s the Spirit moving over the face of the water that haunts her.One could almost say it taunts her.

Another orbit:flying out

 

I know that’s how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when you are photographing flowers.
It’s not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where you’ve gone.
One step wrong and you’re.
off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while;
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle your grey eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
You’re on a double gold helix,
Spider on your web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,I’m off to see the stars.
And the black holes.No one will come with me.
I’m shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I’m a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can’t say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break
In the music,I’ve been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I’m a tune,
I’m a thought,
I’m a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.I’m under orders
Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
I’m playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I’m going in.It’s too sudden.
I’m flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I’m going right out of orbit
I’ve broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I’m off at some moment,
An instant ,a crack,a loud smack.
That was me passing,

“I will say this…..being truly human

“I will say this quite plainly, what truly human is -and don’t be afraid of this word- love. And I mean it even with everything that burdens love or, i could say it better, responsibility is actually love, as Pascal said: ‘without concupiscence’ [without lust]… love exists without worrying about  being loved.”
― Emmanuel Lévinas, Of God Who Comes to Mind

Here is a good article

 

And another

 

No-one asked me

http://www.nytimes.com/books/98/07/12/specials/lurie-asked.html

I do like to know more about my favorite authors.Here Alison Lurie describes her childhood;her belief she was not pretty enough to marry and the praise she got for her  childhoodcreations.This led in an obvious direction.Ironically,she married young and spent many years as a mother and academic wife before she ever published a book.but once started she was on her true path in life.She has an unmistakable voice of her own