Day: August 1, 2014

A lamb dies; call him Abel

I am able I am assembled
I aim able.To kill Abel.
I blame Abel,I.
Am I emblematic
Of blame?
Abel,am I to blame?
At home,I am
Unable to tell.
A lamb is an emblem.
I am unable to help Abel.
Help me ,Abel,are you able?
My name is unable to be,
I mean I am unnameable.
I am Abel,I am an object
Of fraternal hate.
Love was unable
to be,to embrace. Enmity and time
Beat me.Killed me.
Dead.
They aim to disable,
A lamb dies.Call him
Abel.
I am bereft, for hate
Was able
To destroy amiability.

I aimed hate at my brother,Abel.
Hate will be unable in the
End to win.

I miss you, Abel.
My brother.
I miserable,Abel.
I am unable ,Abel,
To live,to love.
Abel,I bad.
No balm,no love,
I unable.
I un…
Un,undone.
Oh, Abel.
I bereaved myself,
Unable,
blind.
I lost,ability,
Love.
I live not.Yet
Not able
To die.
Unable.
Undone.
Done for.
Cain.
No brother.
No cousin.
Noone left but me
Who am not Abel.
Disabled

In hell

 

Photo1043I have now got 2 pairs of reading glasses.. what I thought was,next time I’ll just get a monocle… or a manacle…A manacle is a miraculous man…so I am told.
At last I can read books again…after meeting a mysteriously wonderful young lady who helped me.But where are all my novels?
I seem to have lost them…so now for a new author…a woman author who writes about people like me… a bit like me but which bit?
We focus on our differences but we are all quite similar except on what we read.
I do not wish to read books like

Fifty Days in the Haystack
Don’t let a cherry get in your ways and means
How I love being beaten in May and June
How to keep house for dirty women and loose cats
How to cook for the  wilfully blind.
How to be mysterious. in minutes
How to get a man to do anything for you except make love real
Five hundred new masochistic delights for girls
Sadism is the new black and decker
Teach your cat to say crap or die.
Getting into the shit of it;war for beginners
Dreck for  other beginners.
Love appals again.
How to swear  well for old Christian ladies.
Merry matings in hell

Too many miles

 

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Feeling the sadness in my heart
and in my arms a tender feeling
as if the flesh is calling out;
My breath’s coming in gasps and
my throat makes a murmur
as if trying to speak.

Sensitive skin on my inner arms yelps
and my heart aches like
I’ve run too many miles .
My legs feel strong
My mouth is dry and my back
needs an arm around it
for protection.
My eyes are wet with the moisture
that might have made saliva.

My cat died
And then my other cat died.
Whatever.

New store, more zero hours

How very dreadful to treat people this way

christopherjamesstone's avatarFierce Writing

A new Morrisons on Whitstable High Street

As you may know by now, Morrisons is due to move onto Whitstable High Street in the near future, having taken over the premises currently occupied by Cain’s Amusements.

At present the opening date is unclear. However staff training starts on the 25th August, so we can expect the shop to open soon after that, possibly in early September.

Recruitment is currently taking place, with potential staff being referred there by the Job Centre.

This is sad news for the independent retailers of Whitstable who will certainly be threatened by the existence of yet another chain on our High Street.

It is also dire news for the unemployed as the much hyped jobs on offer will be at the minimum wage.

What’s worse, most of the jobs appear to be a variation on the zero hours contract, where people have to sit…

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Emmanuel Levinas, Don Quixote, and the Hunger of the Other Man

Menachem Feuer's avatarSchlemiel Theory

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Like many Jews over the centuries, I am fasting to commemorate the destruction of the Temple in Jerusalem in 70 AD.  Now that I’m in middle of the fast, I’m having a hard time distracting myself from my hunger.  In the midst of being enthralled with my hunger, an academic memory came to my rescue.   I remember how the Jewish philosopher Emmanuel Levinas, in apposition to the German philosopher Martin Heidegger, argued that it’s not about my death and suffering (as Heidegger would say (in translation) my “being-towards-death”), it’s about the death and the suffering of the other.  Echoing this, I thought: perhaps Levinas is right, it’s not about my hunger; it’s about the hunger of the other.

Strangely enough, Levinas writes about the “hunger of the other man” in relation to Don Quixote (a comic figure which has appeared quite often in Schlemiel in Theory).  In…

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