Creative thought

When we absent ourselves from presence in this life
When we dwell more on  the pictures in our minds
It neither matters if they feed our wish for strife
Or whether they fill needs of better kinds.
We know that wish fulfilment comes in dreams
And also in our fantasies by day
And anxious worry fills our mind with schemes
Guilt and shame impede us from our play.
Creative thought requires the loss of self,
And needs our empty soil to plant its gifts
So throw out selfish fancies for this wealth
We#ll let ourselves be slow so mind can shift
To waste our days in suffering or false pleasure
Will lose for us this vital, priceless treasure


Trying to understand:
in  an information culture,
evocation is more important;
explicit saying  counts against us.
People need to be well
into believing
being educated is more
than information:
less hypnotized
the incoherencies and
what they’re saying,
the musicality
of people’s voices
and intonations;
would get more
from them.
Effectively, psychoanalysis is
something other, not the coherences;
it listens for words
that are saying more,
It’s got something to do with  being;
it’s a form of listening,
not distracted by incoherence
but evoked by it.

Wink to me only

When I was  little I was very fond of reading.I used to hide and read all the books I was not suppose to read like The Mill on the Floss.I read  most  of Dickens but that came to an end when I read Hard Times at 12.I never read any more.I moved on to Grahame Green and Evelyn Waugh and also people like G.K.Chesterton.Jane Austen and Thomas Hardy.

As an adult I have been very interested in reading books by women.Most of them are from the USA. or CanadaI also liked Susan Hill and at one time A.S.Byatt but I think she has become too complex in a manner which detracts from the writing

So just to amuse myself here are  the titles  of some books I once read, disguised by joy.


Spar with the maddening crowd.

Lucky Whim

Horde of blackflies.

The Custodian of Rotting Hill.

Barred Rhymes.

Pull over fast.

Grating Men.

Sing Queer.

Man’s   shield sparks.

The bard in the bone.

The Hell Blah.

Litters of Beats.

Cognitive Winking.

Positive blinking.

The Ribal ….d

The Wholly Tribal.

The mythtorical Christ.

The Balms.


More sang froid

My doctor has got little sang froid;

Dislikes to listen quietly to moi;

He loses his cool

If I mention George Boole

What kind of logic  is that?


Symbolically there is no choice.

Algebra’s the contextless’s voice.

Speak in symbols and signs

On straight and curved lines.

The new tongue is already poised.


Sang froid

noun: sang-froid
  1. composure or coolness shown in danger or under trying circumstances.
    synonyms: composure, equanimity, self-possession, level-headedness, equilibrium, aplomb, poise, assurance,self-assurance, self-control, nerve, calmness,coolness, countenance, collectedness,imperturbability, presence of mind; More

mid 18th century: from French sang-froid, literally ‘cold blood’.

Trust in uncertainty




Philosopher Martha Nussbaum on How to Live with Our Human Fragility


To be a good human being is to have a kind of openness to the world, an ability to trust uncertain things beyond your own control, that can lead you to be shattered in very extreme circumstances for which you were not to blame. That says something very important about the human condition of the ethical life: that it is based on a trust in the uncertain and on a willingness to be exposed; it’s based on being more like a plant than like a jewel, something rather fragile, but whose very particular beauty is inseparable from its fragility.

Martha Nussbaum