Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.
Wittgenstein
Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.
Wittgenstein
Her invitation to dinner was a ploy.
He meant no more to her than a toy.
So she played on his feelings
Until he was reeling.
By good fortune he was not a boy,
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Pronunciation: /plɔɪ/
Late 17th century (originally Scots and northern English in the sense ‘pastime’): of unknown origin. The notion of ‘a calculated plan’ dates from the 1950s.
ahoy, alloy, Amoy, annoy, boy, buoy, cloy, coy, destroy, employ, enjoy, Hanoi, hoi polloi, hoy, Illinois, joy, koi, oi, poi, Roy, savoy, soy, tatsoi, toy, trompe l’œil, troy
“Thy Friendship oft has made my heart to ache do be my enemy–for friendship’s sake.”
William Blake
I was going to make some traditional shortbread, but after reading the recipe I just ate half a pound of butter instead.
I was going to make some mince pies so I soaked pastry in brandy and fried it in butter.That’ll learn it.
I was going to make my own Xmas cake but it turned into my sister’s over night.
I hate turkey all Xmas day.
Who wants a chip of the old data?
I’ll be glad to be remote again with only a TV
My gay laughter can be heard for smiles
Bank your chain and flush as you stand. |
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| You ain’t seen no coffins as yet? | |||||
| You can lead a horse and chortle | |||||
| You should never go home with a man if you’re writing a book.
Take your rhymes;there’s no scurry. Once more unto the beach? |
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| You can prey on my bat again anytime | |||||
| You can take water to the drunk and douse them whenever | |||||
| You can’t sit with a bare leg in a shared home | |||||
| Who can’t make a silk purse out of a cow’s heel? | |||||
| You can’t put the roof space back into the underground | |||||
| You can’t love him. you can only hope to detain him in bed | |||||
| You can’t sing for a dead cat | |||||
| You can’t light cigars in a bear’s space | |||||
| You gnawed at my tart all night.Pay as you go,next time | |||||
| You could have shocked me in Dover with a leather g string | |||||
| You don’t have an egg to stand on in my kitchen | |||||
| You don’t miss the water till the well spins hay | |||||
| You got hit coming to ? Where? | |||||
| You got your just deserts and your unjust deserts.Never sigh nigh. | |||||
| You have to break a few heads to make the teeth stick | |||||
| You welded love onto my heart with your heat | |||||
| You cost me and I’m dumb | |||||
| You make a better cake than a Vindaloo | |||||
| You make even the sun whine.Where do you get that from? |

“Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself.”
Possibly Jung
Fulminating is hard on the heart.
As lightning strikes, our spirit departs.
Be tender and kind.
Keep peace in your mind.
Grace will come down when love starts.
An avid cyclist, Justine would often fulminate against automobile drivers who ignored bike lanes and otherwise created hazards for those riding on two wheels.
“We say we value memoirs and other nonfiction works precisely because they tell us what really happened. Then, when the amazing true story turns out to be a bit less than absolutely true, some of us fulminate about it for a while, even as countless more continue to pony up for the tale.” — Laura Miller, Salon, 9 June 2015
Lightning strikes more than once in the history of fulminate. That word comes from the Latin fulminare, meaning “to strike,” a verb usually used to refer to lightning strikes—not surprising since it sprang from fulmen, Latin for “lightning.” When fulminate was adopted into English in the 15th century, it lost much of its ancestral thunder and was used largely as a technical term for the issuing of formal denunciations by ecclesiastical authorities. But its original lightning spark remains in its suggestion of tirades so vigorous that, as one 18th-century bishop put it, they seem to be delivered “with the air of one who [has] divine Vengeance at his disposal.”

Mike and Ros attended the Carol Service recently.I thought the photos he shared were excellent.

When Mary got home,she took off her coat and put the kettle on the fire!She got the tea caddy out and put some tea into the pot.Suddenly the door burst open and Annie her exuberant neighbour fell into the kitchen
Are you ok,Mary asked her gently.Those 4 inch heels are rather dangerous.
Annie was wearing a sky blue track suit,red stilettos and a big green pashmina. Her make up had melted all down her face as she was so warm with running.She had some waterproof make up but had the feeling it might be dangerous to clog the pores.
Where have you been?She asked curiously.You were ages.
I forgot to get off the bus as I fell into a reverie.
That sounds like a black hole!
I was daydreaming so I ended up by the river and a policeman asked me for a date,sort of.
Did you have any dates with you?
No,I only had Stan in my bag,alas.
Where is he?Have you put him into the wardrobe?
It’s already full.He’s still in the bag at the moment.
The two women fell into a sad mutual silence realising Stan would never now teach Emile to swim in the bath nor return his overdue library books.
Am I liable for his fines,Mary wondered.
I can pay if you like,Annie,said generously.She got out some home made biscuits and gave one to Mary who was wearing a long black dress from Lands End which resembled a nun’s habit.
Are you thinking of retiring to the cloister soon ,she continued.
No,I don’t believe in Christianity any more.Christ.yes,Christianity ,no.
What about Xmas?Will you celebrate?
I shall pray and do out the kitchen cupboards.
Are they that bad,asked Annie curiously, twiddling a ringlet with her fingers.
Possibly,Mary giggled!They didn’t teach domestic science at Oxford!And Mother was always busy cooking and cleaning the grate after she got home from work.
Talking about grates,I’d better look at the kettle.She lifted it off the fire and held it up in the air.It was very black on one side,just like the one Mary’s mother had had so many years ago.
Why don’t I make some tea,she asked.
I don’t know,said Annie.Is this the Xmas quiz?
No,you don’t understand.It’s a rhetorical question.
Oh,do stop showing off,Annie told her.I only went to Knittingham Polytechnic and we never did Greek,just Aramaic.I have forgotten it now.
Mary poured out the tea into two pint sized mugs and the women sat silently warming their hands on the mugs and meditating on the wilful backwardness of the local poly which now only taught Latin,Hebrew and chemical engineering.The latter was an error as the professors thought that was what Wittgenstein had studied before finding Bertrand Russell more attractive.
Russell’s paradox had haunted Annie ever since those happy student days.Whereas she being a lady with a very high libido would have preferred Russell to his paradox if she had been given the choice.
Well,I was on the bus and it was very full.so I said to this man,Can I have your seat?
So he says,No,you are equal now.
So I said,My knees are killing me
So he sez,See the doctor!
So I said,I’ve got my husband here.
Where? he asked
He’s in this bag here,I told .
He looked a bit puzzled so I said.it’s his ashes actually.
So he said,All right you can sit down.
I said.Don’t bother,grace will aid me.
Who’s Grace,he said looking round.
I mean God’s grace,I told him.
If you aske me,God’s a bloody disgrace.he replied.
so I said,please watch your words as it may disturb my husband.
He said,Surely he can’t hear me now,can he?
I said,No the waves of sound might rattle him.
He said,Rattle!He’s not a skeleton,is he?
No,I was using it to mean upset or disturb in a poetical sense
My.my he said.Who are you,Mrs Wittgenstein.
Wittgenstein never married,I informed him.Nor did he write poetry though the Tractatus does have a stern beauty
What a shame,he said.You’d make someone a lovely wife.
Is that a proposal,I asked him humorously.
It doesn’t seem right when you have your husband’s ashes on your knee.
Too true.I fancied having a quiet time on my own with no men around.
So you don’t want passionate bodily love? he asked.
I might want it but I have no desire to wash underpants and boil hankies any more.How that ever got linked to passionate love,God only knows,I murmured seductively
No, he doesn’t because he has no nose! he informed me quietly
Wow,I never knew that,I lied despondently.
Excuse me,can I get off? he enquired gently
Not on me,thank you,I answered with a cunning smile
You are so vulgar,he noted journalistically.
Thank you.I’ve been training for a year or two.I told him wisely, with a shy laugh.
Why,can you have lessons?He asked quite jocosely
Just watch some soaps on TV….I offered unevenly
I prefer gardening,he replied regretfully
You can prune my bush tonight if you like,I reminded him perversely
I say,that’s a bit off! he said wistfully
The ashes have gone to my head.I said in desperation.
I say,shall I take you home? he offered gallantly
I have no home,I responded poignantly.My lover broke a window over my head after my husband took ill.
That’s odd.
Even for a man I told him numerically.
He should have been glad,he replied sensately.
No, he was afraid of commitment,I informed him furiously.
How would breaking the window help? he asked curiously
It would give him a way to escape from me.I chattered to him
My goodness,we are at the terminus.We’ll have to get another bus back to our stops.He said anxiously.
Just then we saw some police approaching.
Excuse me madam.are you Muslim?
No.I always wear cotton in hot weather.Unless I am making cheese.
Sorry. he said.How do you worship?
I think you need a Rabbi.
So you are Jewish?
No.you are.
How do you know,he said.
As you have a big hat on like Leonard Cohen ~I deduced you were another of those Cohens.They are all descended from Aaron,you know.There must be a few hundred of you.
I fear you have made a logical error,madam.
As long as I don’t make an error of the heart,I don’t bother about logic.I said informatively
Surely we need both a heart and a head,he told me queationingly.
Definitely,but why are you here? I demanded.
That’s what God said to Elijah on the mountain.
And what did Elijah say,I enquired.
I heard you calling me.
https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/antagonist
This word means enemy or opponent It is another word deriving from the Greek.I wondered if it had any connection to Antigone but it seems not.However you may like to hear someone reading Antigone.
Why in the world shouldn’t they have regarded with awe and reverence that act by which the human race is perpetuated. Not every religion has to have St. Augustine‘s attitude to sex. Why even in our culture marriages are celebrated in a church, everyone present knows what is going to happen that night, but that doesn’t prevent it being a religious ceremony
Photo post.
Source: Quote for the day
The Vatican has an aura of power
Did Jesus,our sweet Lord endow her?
He would be truly shocked
To see poverty thus mocked
Conquering Rome took the bees from the Flower.
Welcome to my viewer in Vietnam
I will write poems as well as I can.
For it’s a privilege to share
Communion so rare.
I ‘m so moved my eyes seemed to run.
When child’s born ,she usually cries
As the stimulation of birth has its price.
Yet we must leave mother’s womb
Then create a cocoon
Where our psyche a world may devize.
Metaphors spring up like spring flowers.
Similes enchant by the hour.
How rich our own minds may be
When we perceive all we see.
For relaxed eyes don’t enjoy being narrowed.
Focus is sharp when we hunt.
Yet maintained it can too often stunt.
We need a broad view,
As the owls always knew.
If only we saw back and front!
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[As in,he’s got eyes in the back of his head.. an English folk saying[

Doris Lessing
Orwell’s rules for good writing have become familiar: don’t use secondhand metaphors, don’t use long words where short ones will do, abbreviate, use the active not the passive, never use a foreign phrase when you can find an everyday alternative in English. They are rules designed to communicate something other than the fact that the speaker is powerful enough to say what he or she likes. Bad or confused metaphor (Orwell has some choice examples of which my favourite is “The Fascist octopus has sung its swan song”) presents us with something we can’t visualise; good metaphor makes us more aware, in unexpected ways, of what we see or sense. So bad metaphor is about concealing or ignoring; and language that sets out to conceal or ignore and make others ignore is language that wants to shrink the limits of the world to what can be dealt with in the speaker’s terms alone.
| Coercive force is like an iron fist | ||
| Disguised with fancy gloves to lead amiss. | ||
| Be wary of those men who too soon kiss | ||
| And of their wooing ,do not believe the bliss. | ||
| Knowledge of others takes its time to grow | ||
| And like a little plant needs tender care | ||
| In courtship it is better to be slow. | ||
| And not to strangers let our hearts be bare. | ||
| The conman earned his title for his charm. | ||
| He’s convincing as he senses what we need. | ||
| But this is for eventual cruel harm | ||
| Neither money nor sweet love let him accede. | ||
| Coercion may be disguised as love most kind | ||
| and our natural instincts often make us blind | r |

Dictionary.com
definitions
coerce
[koh-urs]
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Examples Word Origin
verb (used with object), coerced, coercing.
1.
to compel by force, intimidation, or authority, especially without regard for individual desire or volition:
They coerced him into signing the document.
2.
to bring about through the use of force or other forms of compulsion; exact:
to coerce obedience.
3.
to dominate or control, especially by exploiting fear, anxiety, etc.:
The state is based on successfully coercing the individual.
Origin of coerce
late Middle English Latin
1425-14751425-75; late Middle English < Latin coercēre to hold in, restrain, equivalent to co- co- + -ercēre, combining form of arcēre to keep in, keep away, akin to arca ark
Related forms Expand
coercer, noun
coercible, adjective
noncoercible, adjective
uncoerced, adjective
Can be confused Expand
coerce, compel, constrain, force, oblige (see synonym study at oblige )
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Contemporary Examples
A fellow justice also accused McCaffery of attempting to coerce him into opposing Castille.
Judges Behaving Badly: A Great American Tradition
Asawin Suebsaeng
October 29, 2014
Others who have served time in Phonthong report that men try to coerce the female prisoners into having sex.
Will Her Unborn Child Save Her?
Barbie Latza Nadeau
May 20, 2009
In other instances, CIA recruiters used thinly veiled threats to coerce their cooperation.
The CIA Tried Hard to Recruit Spies Among the Al Qaeda Prisoners at Gitmo
Daniel Klaidman
November 27, 2013
His decision to coerce Netanyahu into imposing a 10-month settlement freeze was also a colossal misjudgment.
The Dilemma Of An Israeli Democrat
Paul Gross
November 1, 2012
Religious liberty, Jefferson argued, denies the majority any right to coerce a dissenting minority, even one hostile to religion.
Thomas Jefferson’s Quran: How Islam Shaped the Founders
R.B. Bernstein
September 28, 2013
Historical Examples
Hume, though we have found him censuring the conduct of Franklin, was opposed to any attempt to coerce America.
Life and Correspondence of David Hume, Volume II (of 2)
John Hill Burton
“Most certainly, doctor; I’d never seek to coerce you,” said Cashel, smiling.
Roland Cashel
Charles James Lever
The North in trying to coerce the South was contradicting its own principle.
The Earl of Beaconsfield
James Anthony Froude
Electric influences guide and coerce fish in a wonderful manner.
The Teesdale Angler
R Lakeland
But I do not think that the modern parent desires to coerce as much as did his forbear.
The Intelligence of Woman
W. L. George
British Dictionary definitions for coerce Expand
coerce
/kəʊˈɜːs/
verb
1.
(transitive) to compel or restrain by force or authority without regard to individual wishes or desires
Derived Forms
coercer, noun
coercible, adjective
Word Origin
C17: from Latin coercēre to confine, restrain, from co- together + arcēre to enclose
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Word Origin and History for coerce Expand
v.
mid-15c., cohercen, from Middle French cohercer, from Latin coercere “to control, restrain, shut up together,” from com- “together” (see co- ) + arcere “to enclose, confine, contain, ward off,” from PIE *ark- “to hold, contain, guard” (see arcane ). Related: Coerced ; coercing. No record of the word between late 15c. and mid-17c.; its reappearance 1650s is perhaps a back-formation from coercion.
Online Etymology Dictionary, © 2010 Douglas Harper
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coercion
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animadversion, aspersion, assertion, aversion, bioconversion, Cistercian, conversion, desertion, disconcertion, dispersion, diversion, emersion, excursion, exertion, extroversion, immersion, incursion, insertion, interspersion, introversion, Persian, perversion, submersion, subversion, tertian, version

http://www.resurgence.org/magane/article3284-the-power-of-language.html
World leaders often use diplomatic language that hides the real meaning of the words, creating euphemisms that are outright dangerous. Describing slaughtered and maimed civilians as “collateral damage” is the classic example for our times, and it’s cynical in the extreme. “Enhanced interrogation techniques” for ‘torture’ seems part of the cruelty.
The bland and bloated language of politics blocks the opportunity for leaders to truly inspire and educate. Imagine hearing instead a thoughtful, measured analysis of the world situation from a leader, accompanied by intelligent, subtle solutions to problems. Instead, we get the tired and unimaginative language of war and militancy. Wars begin with words, so we should be careful how we speak, especially to nations where there is tension. Our words can heal the situation before the military takes up its weapon

“For me to be a saint means to be myself.”
Thomas Merton
This is a must read for anyone who has the time
http://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/dec/12/words-on-war-a-summons-to-writers-orwell-lecture
Hello,dear.What can I do for you this morning?
Oh,I’ve got a nasty pain in my conundrum,doctor.
Are you being careful?
I’m always careful.
No,I mean, are you using a euphemism?
No,I am on the pill.Is a euphemism better for dealing with conundrums?
Conundra…
I’ve never heard of a conundra.
Look,what is really wrong with you?
It’s a complete conundrum to me.
Well,it will be so for me unless you tell me where and what it is.
It’s a pain in my testicle.
But you are a lady.
That’s what people think.
Well,surely somebody would have seen it.
It’s only just dropped.
That’s odd.
Yes,it is as usually testicles come in pairs.
I don’t know what to say.
Well,it’s a conundrum.
Maybe I should examine you.
I am in a hurry and you need a chaperone.
No,I can use gloves.
What,put a glove on my testicle!
Well,let’s just wait and see whether it progresses.Come back if you feel worried about it.
Is it wrong to be a hermaphrodite?
What a stupid question.How can it be wrong when you don’t control it.
Yes ,being a hermaphrodite does give one stronger sexual desires as like with a worm there’s more possibilities.
I really don’t fancy sex with a worm myself
But if you loved it the worm
They have no faces so they all look the same.
They used to say all black people looked the same to the whites even though they have eyes and faces and expressions.
Do we need faces to love?
We need them to kiss.And what is life without a kiss?
Ask a worm.They seem to have a good life with no wars and worries.
No,they can’t use guns,can they?
Well,not to shoot with.
So the answer is to get rid of people and just have worms. and beetles.
The way the world is going this may happen quite soon.
It’s a terrible conundrum..
Well,I am very euphemistic.
Do you mean optimistic?
Bang
And that was the end of the world tonight.
BBC the world’s best broadcaster,bringing you all the cheer you need in hell
I am quite taken aback by Alfred.Having sat on my knee sucking my nice blue sweater which no doubt reminds me of his mother’s warm furry body he disappears.When in my clothes I find unique moth holes
And have no matching wool which I can use
To darn them all becomes my only goal
And then my little mind becomes confused.
To simplify my life, I’ll wear but blue
And toss all other hues into the bin.
Does this seem the wisest way to you?
Or might it be an error or a sin?
Excessive contemplation of one’s acts
Can produce a hint of agony in the mind.
And so I’ll numb my brain with wax
Then my tension will at last unwind.
Ignore all moth holes and peculiar stains
For dwelling on these matters harms the brain
However if you find an acrid smell
Toss all your clothes into the nearest well
For what is a metaphor selected?
To convey truth without being detected?
My love is reality
And exacting theology.
So my mind has been password protected.
I know not who holds the key.
Unfortunately it is not known to me.
So my mind works alone,
Cut off from my own
Heart,in its quiet mystery.