The human condition,

We’d like to think we’re  inviolable.

To want our children so

Yet even without tornados and tsunamis

We can be pretty destructive.

Perhaps it’s some cruel gossip we’ve passed on;

Perhaps it’s a desire we cherish to hurt a friend or an enemy.

And now we have   the impingement of terror drawing nearer.

Yet was our government not complicit in torture and imprisonment without trial?

There was a large demonstration against the Iraq War.

The leaders attention was elsewhere.

Maybe it’s like children’s game to them?

Inviolability seems a fantasy.

Ozymandias shows us that.

Athens and Troy,

Mighty Rome

Next,Europe?

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_words_for_love

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affect_(psychology)

Affect is the experience of feeling or emotion.^[1] Affect is a key part of the process of an organism‘s interaction with stimuli. The word also refers sometimes to affect display, which is “a facial, vocal, or gestural behavior that serves as an indicator of affect” (APA 2006).

The affective domain represents one of the three divisions described in modern psychology: the cognitive, the conative, and the affective. Classically, these divisions have also been referred to as the “ABC of psychology”,^{[citation needed]} in that case using the terms “affect”, “behavior“, and “cognition”. In certain views, the cognitive may be considered as a part of the affective,^{[citation needed]} or the affective as a part of the cognitive.^[2]

Affective states are psycho-physiological constructs.

And

The affect mechanism is like the pain mechanism in this respect. If we cut our hand, saw it bleeding, but had no innate pain receptors, we would know we had done something which needed repair, but there would be no urgency to it. Like our automobile which needs a tune-up, we might well let it go until next week when we had more time. But the pain mechanism, like the affect mechanism, so amplifies our awareness of the injury which activates it that we are forced to be concerned, and concerned immediately (Tomkins 88).

11Without affect feelings do not “feel” because they have no intensity, and without feelings rational decision-making becomes problematic (Damasio 204-22). In short, affect plays an important role in determining the relationship between our bodies, our environment, and others, and the subjective experience that we feel/think as affect dissolves into experience.

7.30 am Gill McGrath© November 12 Still Quietly Ornate

Source: Hanging around…..

I ‘m missing him like we miss that lost tooth till the gum heals.

I ‘ve been in the dentist’s chair

Had the anaesthetic but still felt the tug and force.

And the dentist yelled,look at this, I got it all out in one

You see,the root was very twisted and tangled

I told him,take it away.

I’m missing my other because his absence makes a hole

like that bloody hollow in your jaw but in the soul.

Came home alone from the clinic

Felt that soul hole.

The first time when he was n’ t here.

God does n’ t do anaesthesia, just burns the bush

I’m missing him because he needed me so much

Now nobody needs me nor notices if I am here except Alfred

Or if I fall over in the garden,will I die and rot down to the earth

before my neighbour recalls he’s not seen me for three weeks.

Or maybe five.

I miss J the way you’d miss your flesh if someone shot you with a rifle and made a tunnel through your body;

took out a lump which would hurtle away and fall to earth.

I’m missing his honey smell. the knowledge,the feeling he had of me.

The hole in my space is almost tangible in this room.

I wake up and wonder what he’d like to eat today.

But the dead don’t eat at our tables do they?

I remember I am alone at the table and I can eat whatever I like.

Oh,love,why did you fail so fast,

When you were the one,solid I leaned on?

You were my man.

http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flirting

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flirting

I feel it seems very diffcult especially in a multi cultural society to flirt  in the manner described… and it might hurt someone a lot  if you pretended to be interested in them just to pass the time.Would we like it?I think not because many of us are more sensitive than we let on.And if we got someone interested then threw them over GOK the effect.

I may be abit old fashioned but  I think courting is better than flirting

A diphthong sounds quite like a beast,

As big as a camel,at least.

But it consists  of two vowels,

Which might make a cat yowl,

As they marry and form just one piece.

Mauve has one spelled “au”.

When pronounced it sounds quite like an O.

Historical inheritance

Makes English a powerhouse.

But don’t go to the meadow to mau.

In meadow  ea  rhymes with e as in  bed

As Oscar Wilde probably said

For he was   very clever,

Although he was never

Thought enough of until he was dead.

Manley Hopkins was a great English  poet;

A priest too, with a life  hard and heroic.

He’d have elected for silence

But got sent to Ireland.

By self control he became what’s called stoic.

And how about William Blake?

Would ia be a diphthongal mistake?

Are all vowels  side by side

Diphthongs as  defined?

Look, another pair’s there  minds to slake.

Well I think I may have written sufficient

As my mind feels both lazy and inefficient

But these intriguing rare words

Are like  humming birds

Some  other tongues might seem deficient

A force  far deeper than our anger

Elemental as a storm,

Annihilating all before it.

Terror does our rage inform.

This ancient self feels  we are threatened

Runs to  rise and to protect;

Most murderous when  we’re most alarmed

Rage  an enemy detects.

Over-riding other feelings,

Depriving us of  wits to think

Like a nuclear  tsunami

Disconnecting human links.

Reddened vision,focused,narrowed

Eyes locked onto enemy.

All the wider context losing,
Wiping out  good memories

Like a mother tiger fighting,

With the cornered eagle’s force

We will destroy  what we think other

Without   feeling our remorse.

Nature gave this to protect us;

Yet  our  perception's often wrong.

Once the flood of feeling takes us

All reflections seem too long

Later, if we see our victims,

Will we know when we have erred?

For  hate deceives ourselves and others

When our inmost terror’s  bared.

How can we step back and ponder,

See life from a wider view?

How can we become less blinded,

See our world and see it new?

Succumb  not to final despond.

Succumb not to your despair.

Often there are some who see.

Often  some preserve their care.

Tempered by reflective wisdom

Rage  can calm  when understood.

When we find another being

Who can withstand   this  Tiber's flood.

He bought me an apron for Xmas so I fried it for his dinner.That will do the trick… next year he may give me a sausage.

She bought me a sheet for Xmas so I wrote,Not tonight,Josephine on it.
I want some clean ink for Xmas.The trouble is.it’s invisible.
My husband doesn’t want a present since he’s passed.
Meanwhile I am trying to disguise my brilliant mind by learning to keep mum and smiling.I don’t want a new  man  but I don’t want men to know that  I don’t want them,if that  makes sense to you.
I see one day it’s the Russian plane crash and the next their athletes are all doped.They’ll do anything to make the front pages
Meanwhile I have stocked up with sugar to ice the cake which is our custom and which  all foreigners like me must learn.
Now that the postmen are Polish we will have to change our name as Danish spelling is terribly hard to follow… but so is Polish.
I don’t know where I am.Shall I eat my words?