Month: January 2016

KNELL:Oxford Dictionary

knell

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Pronunciation: /nɛl/

literary

Definition of knell in English:

noun

[IN SINGULAR]

1The sound of a bell, especially when rung solemnly for a death or funeral.

EXAMPLE SENTENCESSYNONYMS
1.1Used in reference to an announcement, event, or sound that warns of the end of something:emails and text messages are sounding the knell for the written word

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verb

1(Of a bell) ring solemnly, especially for a death or funeral.
1.1[WITH OBJECT] Proclaim (something) by or as if by a knell.

Origin

Old English cnyll (noun), cnyllan (verb), of West Germanic origin; related to Dutch knal (noun),knallen (verb) ‘bang, pop, crack’. The current spelling (dating from the 16th century) is perhaps influenced by bell1.

Words that rhyme with knell

Adele, Aix-la-Chapelle, aquarelle, artel, au naturel, bagatelle, béchamel, befell, bell, belle, boatel, Brunel, Cadell, carousel, cartel, cell, Chanel, chanterelle, clientele, Clonmel, compel, Cornell, crime passionnel, dell, demoiselle, dispel, dwell, el, ell, Estelle, excel, expel, farewell, fell, Fidel, fontanelle, foretell, Gabrielle, gazelle, gel, Giselle, hell, hotel, impel, lapel, mademoiselle, maître d’hôtel, Manuel, marcel, matériel, mesdemoiselles, Michel, Michelle, Miguel, misspell, morel, moschatel, Moselle, motel, muscatel, nacelle, Nell, Nobel, Noel, organelle, outsell, Parnell, pell-mell, personnel, propel, quell, quenelle, rappel, Raquel, Ravel, rebel, repel, Rochelle, Sahel, sardelle, sell, shell, show-and-tell, smell, Snell, spell, spinel, swell, tell, undersell, vielle, villanelle, well, yell

Definition of knell in:

Empty diary,like sea shell

{Imagine the tune of Allelluia sung  by Leonard Cohen]

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As I walk through the kitchen door

I see your hanky on the floor

Your diary that’s almost bare

The man I loved is  never there

i’m grieving.

 

A diary with just one date

We didn’t know it was so late

Here are scarf and gloves and pen

My eyes are  widening with the pain

I’m grieving.

 

Red address book,took a look

Your friends’ names, like little hooks

Invitations to the rites,

Suffering faces  in twilight

I’m grieving.

 

They turned to go,they walked away

Now alone,how can I pray?

Who has gone and who can tell?

What shall ring for his death knell?

I’m grieving

My sister and my hair and my vanity or humiliation

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My sister and I had a lot to talk about but when she got home she rang  sounding  mor animated to say she and her daughter in law loved my new hairstyle.Unfortunately the main difference is that it is shorter at the back  and longer on top and in front which does not show in a photograph.When we had major things ro discuss it’s good  they could think about my hair!I had been about to buy a wig.To satisfy my family who may be reading I shall take a selfie of the back of my head later on

 

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Myself  someyears ago,carefully hiding my hair which stopped growing owing to underactive thyroid gland.,Unfortunately after treatment I became  extravagent.So if your wife’s habits alter it may not be lack of will power it may be her glands…even my glasses were more upmarket.Lord knows why when I have not been able to have a social life and my cat does not mind what I look like.My husband did like me in bright colours.Sometimes I even wore clothes.

I think I hear you humming.

 

I look up our small street,
To see if you are coming.
I don’t know what time it is,
But I think I hear you humming.

You sang sweet songs for us,
And you could whistle well .
You wore an old tweed jacket
You loved us,I could tell.

I look out there each day,
But I can’t see your tall, thin shape.
I saved your Woodbine packet,
It made me feel some hope.

What does death’s door mean?
Where has Daddy gone?
When will be the welcome day,
When we hear his songs again?

I’ll sing like him all day,
I’ll dream of him all night.
I hope he won’t be angry,
If his cigarettes won’t light!

He can’t write his own songs now.
He went too far away , too soon.
I’ll write down what I think he sang,
And I’ll invent the tune.

I hear him singing now,
He dwells inside my heart.
And though I still can’t see his face,
I recognise his Art.

The newest words in verse.

Cats

I once was the  main cynosure

Of eccentrics who write and endure

both mockery and fame

when one mentions their name

But lately I’ve found my own cure.

Cats

Elusive I move through lightwaves

Pellucid till I’m in the grave.

Never abscond

From where you belong

With Plato stuck in a  dark cave.

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Perambulate, if you desire.

People are flesh,not barbed wire.

Walk up and down

Around London town

Wear a  T shirt saying.I’m not for hire.

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Cats praying

Do you like eyes pellucid and blue?

Complexions of a peach and cream hue?

Well be less demanding

In your search never ending

For women are particular too

I’ll be loving you

Until the very end of time I’ll be loving you.

Until the end of all my rhymes,I’ll be writing you.

Until the day I die,I’ll be unintentionally annoying you.

Older and older,I’ll never leave you,but I will,no doubt, grieve you,

deceive you,misperceive you and misconstrue my meter when I am writing for you

and I can’t stop to get the right rhythm

Otherwise I’ll think of you,wink at you and make a hyperlink to your blog

For now,my fingers will be all over you..looking for fleas in your clothes,

and for for mice in your shoes.
I’ll be looking for tears in your eyes  to lick up for you

 

and making you surprised.

That’s a love poem,innit?

Well,innit?

Wot!I’m British,innit!

Don’t you know Estuary English?

Or Frenglish?

Oh, geddit! You’re a dimwit.I love it!

You spun me a tale…..

Love your particular detail,like you are male

Here’s time and a wail.

Signs and symbols

Signs and symbols guide the route.
Love gives the soul her appetite.
Though the night is black and starless,
The inner guide is never careless.
The notes are struck,the tune is played,
Plain melodies are overlaid.

In this chant and benediction,
Healing comes for desolation.
Though the passage way is narrow,
This road is the   one to follow.

Struggling through the mud and mire,
We see,in darkness, tongues of fire.
The sacred center of our life
Is rarely found without some strife.
Just then, the dark and light combine,
To create an image for the mind.

The keyhole

Sometimes I had my eye too close to the keyhole

Pulled there by some force like gravity.

I was gazing with a sharp but narrow focus

into what I thought was the real.

But the precision of my gaze

left out the surroundings, the other doors and rooms

that  I might have inhabited.

As he came to me and opened his arms with no rancour,,

so my eyes opened wider,I took in the new wide vision

and left my crouched and aching position

no longer attached like a magnet to your force,

He was there with his sea eyes.

He knew the human condition

And how to inhabit a  conversation.

Of course he’s had his wounds but never failed to feel

for himself and others.

In the night he goes through in his mind’s eye the faces

of his friends;

holding them ,like he’d once held fragile rose buds

when we were married,

and asked silently for grace.

The keyhole no longer seemed important

I suppose narrowing the focus can keep out knowledge of pain..

But the pain is atill there;

I have always loved the word “Acknowledge.”
And now I use it. I acknowledge this pain

 

Patrician

Patrician

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Patrician may refer to:

Absconding prams

Perambulators were usually called prams

So terambulators must have been trams.

Language has  ways

In which logic plays

No part except to activate jams.

 

Absconding tempts the confined,

Even when they  must leave their own minds.

Better make  mine pliable

So I am less liable

To take leave as my senses unwind.

 

Some people get addicted to writing.

Better than relying on fighting.

Graffiti permitted

Helps us the dimwitted

Project our unconscious by biting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His words were wisdom stalked

His eyes were piercing like a bird of prey;

Though  often soft and tender was his gaze.

Do hawks and men share instincts still   today?

How usual are these fierce and frightening ways?

 

Affection was his  strongest , human gift.

Discernment and evaluation  graced,

As  perceptions he was long prepared to sift

Made their   fine,patrician patterns on his face

 

To  gossip or waste time in fruitless talk,

He did no more than would a  wildebeeste

He spoke as if each word was wisdom stalked

With carefulness, yet joy, at this life’s feast.

 

The lines of  pain accepted and outgrown

Make our   faces to  the gods be known

 

The play of death enacted is now done

 

My heart’s distraught and dead is my desire

For he whom I did love is torn from me.

The skin that he touched is a witches fire

So in my heart I wonder,can this be?

The play of death enacted now is done’

To home and to the real I have returned

Yet no more through this door will my king come.

Oh God and cunning angels, you me spurn.

What is my world when he I loved is gone?

How to see and feel now I am bare.

Yet is this not the fate of everyone?

History reveals what others daren’t.

The pain of loss in labour for my heart

To be reborn, to make, soon,one more start

I offer up my words to you

 

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Langdale Pikes  from Ambleside Tourist Board 

Living life in all its fierceness,
Birth and death and joy and pain
We struggle on our unknown journey,
Sometimes lost and found again.

We are indeed like lambs to slaughter
Death will be our final goal.
But while we live,let us live bravely.
Let us not destroy our souls.

Climbing in the hills and moorlands
In the heather, children play.
The sun half blinds me with its light
Yes still I see my own true way.

I received a call to climb.
These hills are my essential home.
My vocation is to dwell here
While in the silence, my mind roam.

Noise in cities is destructive.
Though nature’s fierce,she’s also true.
Struggling on life’s rock filled slopes

 offer up my words to you
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Thomas Traherne:mystic and poet

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http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/thomas-traherne

 

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In all Things, all Things service do to all:

And thus a Sand is Endless, though most small.

And every Thing is truly Infinite,

In its Relation deep and exquisite.

 

 

Pellucid

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Definition
adjective
admitting  maximumpassage of light without diffusion or distortion
2 :
reflecting light evenly from all surfaces
3 :
easy to understand

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Examples
“This is a controversial question with no pellucid answer.” — The Massachusetts Lawyers Weekly, 4 Apr. 2013
“There is nothing so beautiful as the trees in the sun after a late-winter snowfall, or on one of those days when ice coats the branches and turns them shiny and pellucid.” — Robert Mentzer, The Wisconsin Rapids Daily Tribune, 19 Apr. 2014

Britain helps arm Saudi Arabia…well,we need the jobs,you see

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http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/jan/28/britain-war-yemen-saudi-arabia-military-advisers?utm_source=esp&utm_medium=Email&utm_campaign=The+Best+of+CiF+base&utm_term=153586&subid=9545527&CMP=ema_1364

Britain is arming and aiding a fundamentalist dictatorship that’s bombing and killing civilians. This is an incontestable fact. The Saudi tyranny – gay-hating women-oppressors who kicked off the year with ~a mass beheading– has been waging war in Yemen for 10 months.

Eichmann’s last letter

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http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/jan/28/adolf-eichmann-final-message-architects-holocaust-evil?utm_source=esp&utm_medium=Email&utm_campaign=The+Best+of+CiF+base&utm_term=153586&subid=9545527&CMP=ema_1364

He was very adroit with his quirks

He was very adroit with his quirks

Although ,rarely, he did his homework

Folk though him humorous,

In his trousers voluminous

Which were free, as  he   pinched them at work

 

He had a grey cat called Inchoate

Which also was pretty adroit

The cat entranced mice

By counting their eyes

Whilst Father Browne recited th’ Introit.

 

Inchoate was just the beginning

As with men cats she adored frequent sinning

She had twenty kittens

And their names are all written

In  Cat’s Bibles  translated for women.

 

Intemperance is not very wise

Anger makes for stupid advice

Counting your blessings

And often Confessing

Are irredemiably bad for the eyes

Adroit from Merriam Webster

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Simple Definition of adroit

Popularity: Top 20% of words

  • : very clever or skillful

Full Definition of adroit

  1. :  having or showing skill, cleverness, or resourcefulness in handling situations <an adroiltleader> <adroit maneuvers>

adroit·ly adverb
adroit·ness noun

See adroit defined for English-language learners

See adroit defined for kids

Examples of adroit

  1. Rumor has always played a role in politics, but rarely have the backstage operatives been s oadroit, and so cynical, in their use of vitriol. —Walter Shapiro, Time, 10 July 1989

  2. Family medicine … is constructed around the unquantifiable idea that a doctor who treats your grandmother, your father, your niece, and your daughter will be more adroit in treating you. —John McPhee, Table of Contents, 1984

  3. He was adroit with money and was blessed with the extraordinary Spanish gift of prolific, and even inchoate, invention. —V. S. Pritchett, “Goya … ,” 1975, in A Man of Letters, 1985

  4. She is adroit at handling problems.

  5. <with an adroit flick of the wrist, flipped the omelet into the air and landed it squarely back in the pan>

Origin of adroit

French, from Old French, from a- (from Latin ad-) + droit right, droit
First Known Use: 1652

Related to adroit

Synonyms

skillful, artful, bravura, deft, delicate,dexterous (also dextrous), expert,masterful, masterly, practiced (alsopractised), virtuoso, workmanlike

Antonyms

amateur, amateurish, artless, rude,unprofessional, unskillful

Related Words

facile, smooth; artistic, creative, fancy,ingenious, neat; adept, clever, cunning;able, adequate, capable, competent

Near Antonyms

awkward, clumsy, crude, klutzy; ineffective,ineffectual; incompetent, inept

Synonym Discussion of adroit

clever, adroit, cunning, ingenious mean having or showing practical wit or skill in contriving. cleverstresses physical or mental quickness, deftness, or great aptitude <a person clever with horses>.adroit often implies a skillful use of expedients to achieve one’s purpose in spite of difficulties<an adroit negotiator>. cunning implies great skill in constructing or creating <a filmmakercunning in his use of special effects>. ingenious suggests the power of inventing or discovering a new way of accomplishing something <an ingenious software engineer>.

dexterous, adroit, deft mean ready and skilled in physical movement. dexterous implies expertness with consequent facility and quickness in manipulation <unrolled the sleeping bag with adexterous toss>. adroit implies dexterity but usually also stresses resourcefulness or artfulness or inventiveness <the magician’s adroit response to the failure of her prop won applause>. deftemphasizes lightness, neatness, and sureness of touch or handling <a surgeon’s deftmanipulation of the scalpel>.

Rhymes with adroit

Detroit, exploit, introit

Where does one go after such fire?

The priest turns,hands raised,

holding the burning God

above our heads;

such a golden,golden casket.

This time, He is the sacrifice.

A reversal not totally unexpected

In this temple

of the once named lost.

Where does one go after such fire,

after such loss,

after such redemption?

Flying grass

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    He’s the type who hits himself on the head with a large wine bottle and then complains abour flying glass.

    He’s the sort who swears at women when he’s happy and swears at them when he’s angry.And when he’s depressed he curses at himself which is much worse.

    So I said to him,you need a change and he hit ME on the head with an empty bottle and complained t about the splinters getting in his heart.

    So I said,you don’t need to break the bottle,just take the cork out.Then he said I was too bold and bright for a woman.

    So I put him on the bed and took out his splinters with my tweezers.
    I stitched him up completely…he’ll be fine in a few weeks time when the cuts are all healed.
    Meanwhile he’s resting in the cat’s basket.And the cat is in bed with me.Well,I thought he was a cat at first…turns out to be my ex… he still had a door key.
    He said,what’s going on?There’s a man in a casket.
    I said,No, he’s in a basket…
    So he said,how big is your cat.
    I showed him a photo.
    That’s no cat it’s a cheetah,he informed me.
    Just like you,I said naughtily
    So he took the fence and ran away too sea…I hope it floats.
    He ought to join the navy but he wore bottle green.
    Why are bottles green,I wonder
    And I like blue glass though not in shards.
    So now the cat sleeps in a cot with its kittens… and feeds them all on demand and me as well.
    That’s a saving grace

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  • Howl with discretion

    She gave him a bowl of discretion and some milk of inhuman kindness
    I have the art and he has the craft but do we have the rhyme?
    Shalll we abandon our lips? Kissing is not to be scorned/
    So it’s all about my face then?
    I sleep above the board and my head is underneath the bed.
    Absence makes the heart stray yonder.
    Advent makes my whole heart ponder
    Resolution falters after the facts.
    His face was in the hole and his ball was up a tree
    His body is still missing apart from his complexion
    He keeps his face up his sleeve since he saw a naked woman
    Why did Achilles not heal?
    The unborn don’t fall down on me!
    Factions speak louder than wholes
    Fictions speak sounder than truths.
    After viewing my own art I need a shrink
    After viewing my own heart I need a drink.
    If you show me your part I can think.
    After suing my own heart I wink
    To be rung by the ghoulish is the privilege of the dead honest

    Two religions are better than one

    Pray Father,give me your guessing.
    My guessing!Don’t you mean my blessing.
    Oh,probably.Possibly..who knows.
    So have you any sins to tell me?
    Yes,I broke a glass jug.
    Whose was it?
    It was mine,Father.
    Surely it’s not a sin to break your own jug?
    It is if you hit yourself on the head with it!
    What made you do that?
    I was angry with myself…I had been committing effrontery.
    Do you mean adultery?Your main problem seems to be bad language.
    No,Father I never say” Fuck”
    You just did.
    Well I had to do.I had no choice!
    That’s what they all say…if only I heard some original sin I’d find life more interesting.
    Well,it’s hard to think of anything original to do especially if it has to be a sin too.
    You are just not using your creativity.
    All right Father,Put your hands up.i’ve got a gun.
    Where did you find that?
    In my wife’s handbag.
    Now we are getting somewhere.. that’s threatening a priest,interfering in your wife’s privacy and stealing a gun.Any other sins?
    I could shoot you,I suppose.
    No.no!That is going too far.
    Shall I slap you?
    No… just say something rude to me.
    Your sermons are the most boring I have ever heard.
    Well,that’s enough…I’ve never been so insulted in my life.
    You have been very lucky then… you should hear what people say to me!
    Well,you are both ugly and unintelligent.I don’t know how you had the nerve to marry.
    I had no choice.She forced me.But I gave in quickly in case she changed her mind.
    And you have seven children.
    No, they are not all mine,And they are Jewish.
    How can they be Jewish.
    My wife is Jewish!
    I thought she was just a lapsed Catholic.
    No,she’s Jewish but not even an arranged marriage could be arranged for her so she used her imagination and decided an overweight ugly Catholic would be grateful for her love,
    And are you grateful?
    Yes, and so are all her lovers!
    Who are they?
    The curate is one of them and has two children .. they look just like him too.
    And does she want them raised as Jews?
    She just let’s them rise naturally and go with the flow.

    Do they have to wear hats?
    Only in the Synagogue!
    Are you Jewish too.
    Yes,it’s quite handy as we have Sabbath on Saturday and then we have Sunday on Sunday if you see what I mean.
    I never met anyone who practised two religions before.;
    Well,I figured it would double my chance of salvation!
    Well. I must speak to the Rabbi.For your penance you must give £50 to Homeless at Xmas.
    Am I absolved.
    If you stay any longer you’ll be dissolved!
    Thank you,Father.
    And take that gun away.I don’t want it.
    I can get you a good price for your cassock.
    Why,thank you,my child
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  • Love or unlove
    Till the end of rhymes,I’ll be loving or unloving you
     Until the very end of time I’ll be loving you.

    Until the end of all my rhymes,I’ll be writing you.
    Until the day I die,I’ll be unintentionally annoying you.
    Older and older,I’ll never leave you,but I will,no doubt, grieve you and
    deceive you,misperceive you and misconstrue my meter when I am writing for you and I can’t stop to get the right rhythm
    Otherwise I’ll think of you,wink at you and make a hypnotic link to you
    For now,my fingers will be all over you..looking for fleas in your clothes, and for for mice in your shoes.
    I’ll be looking for tears in your eyes
    and making you feel surprised.
    Do you speak Estuary English?
    Or Frenglish?
    You spun me a tale…..
    Love your particular detail,like you are male.
    You have small hands and feet.
    And you can smile.
    Love may fail
    Though it has no examinations.
    Or recriminations
    So I’ll stop loving you
    And find something more wise to do without you

    Computer of love

    Your skin glows like red apples in the fall
    You are as ripe as the strawberry left from last week’s crop
    in the loving hope of being eaten or eating
    My yearning heart rises to your yodeling voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.Shush,… don’t tell!
    The evening descends on a great brown eagle’s wings.
    What’s a lady?
    What a night!
    I am becalmed by your woolly hat
    that I carry into the twilight
    and hold next to my face
    to remind me what a swelled head you have..
    Even bigger than mine.
    It will make a lovely tea cosy..
    the hat,not your head.. baby
    I am filled with hope that I may be privileged
    to dry your tears on my tea towel or on my woow;;.
    I have plenty of them peach,blue or cream
    As the buttons fall from my winter coat,
    it reminds me of your messy yet delightful house..
    so I feel happy like a bird in a tree top.
    In the hush, I listen for the last purr of the springing cat
    that follows me about in my rich and wild fantasy life.
    Perchance we dream
    My heated heart leaps under my new blue silk bustiere with unmatching slip
    and my denim jeans and wool blazer
    Gosh, no blouse but I’ll buy one soon if you buy my poetry.
    I wait in the crystal moonlight for the route to your secret bed
    to be shown on the TV so that we may run as one, hands full of feelings
    in search of the glorious pink madness of love
    right into your bedroom… don’t fall over the rubbish..
    the books and the coathangers, he said
    Darling I can’t wait.
    I beg you for a kiss..
    that’s enough for any woman.. .
    Even one glance from your eyes would satisfy me
    as much as solving Fermat’s cat’s theorem or caressing your eyelids.
    You are my man….I love you like I love wild apricots and anemones.
    And moreover you are taller than me…
    Congratulations.You are divine to me,
    you smell so fresh always.
    I always wanted a clean man!Is it too late?
    I always tried to be punctual..but punctuality is not lovable,
    just an indication of an obsessive link with time
    not conducive to relaxing in the arms of Rudolf Valentino
    or even Dr Zhivago.
    I hope you will take me back where we came from into the Garden of Eden..
    I want to give you a big Apple baked in pastry.
    Well,how do we end.. writing has no end so I’ll just stop in the midd
    or start to begin again
    and again
    and


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In winter snow

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No summer blossom,but decorated with   this snow

It fell  to earth one week

Changing the townscape into a white and black image

The tree flaunts her elegant shape,

so decorated.

And how daintily the black and white cat

with the long soft fur

stepped  out like a lady in high heels

going to a party

with jewels in her hair.

Maurice Saatchi talks about his  late wife Josephine Hart

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 Extract:

There is one thing that cannot happen online, which does happen in a bookshop – I think you call it serendipity – which is a human being doesn’t necessarily know what it wants so it’s not as easy as just saying, “well I’m only interested in roses so I’m going to the rose section and then I’m going to buy a book on climbing roses” because the human mind wanders all over the place and serendipity happens in a bookshop in a way that it can’t happen anywhere else.

I’ll give you an example, the other day I was in a very nice bookshop and for no reason at all – because I’m not interested in this subject – I was looking at the military history section and I happened to see a book on Napoleon’s Greatest Victories, next to it there was something about Nelson’s naval strategy and in between the two, I had no interest in either of them, in between the two unbelievably was a book on the history of the music hall – an illustrated history of the music hall – and because John Major is a dear man and he had just published a book on the history of the music hall because his father was in the music hall, I bought him this book and he didn’t have it and he was thrilled with it, I was thrilled to give it to him and there you are.

That’s serendipity, which can only happen in a bookshop because people don’t know what they necessarily want it’s just going to happen; that’s one of the things about being a human being, isn’t it

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Maurice Saatchi talks about his wife Josephine Hart

This is a very beautiful  sad  story.I only just found out the Saatchis are Jewish and were  born in Iraq.Like nearly all the Jews there they had to flee…and they’d been there 2,000 years .I knew one myself who was an economist in a university I worked in

Josephine Hart did a lot to encourage enjoyment of poetry and she also wrote novels.The Saatchis are famous for their advertising agency….

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Thinking about what is called thinking [Heidegger]

I have now got the book “What is called thinking” by Martin Heidegger despite my qualms about his political history.I know he wrote it in German  and hence a translation may  give a different meaning so maybe my thoughts are not sensible….and my first thoughts are………….. it is fascinating title.He is looking at an activity that we humans do.He is asking what it is we do when we say we think.So before I read it  I am putting a few reflections.Thinking means standing back,waiting and reflecting.Often we do things  because our parents did or our friends.Then sometimes we wonder about our life,we pause and try to examine how we are living.Or we could be solving an intellectual problem.Some things like quadratic equations can be solved by a formula.And many people are happy just to perform this rote activity But even though its math,you are not thinking when you do that.And I have an intuition  that we avoid thinking much of the time because we step outside our automatic patterns.
     I once read an article that says depression comes on us when we face a problem at the unconscious level.The tiredness,slowness and painful feelings make us withdraw and that gives our minds time to reflect.So there must also be unconscious thinking.Maybe  that  other mind  uses images as  in dreams.And we all know that “sleeping” on a problem often produces a solution.Thinking may not be verbal all of the time.And we must have something to think about.We  must be participating in the world of Others.Language comes via others.We are part of a society…at first just a few family members.But our tongue is shared with many people.And when we think in words,those words came before us and go on after us.

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Uncliched at last

about grace

about strays

he touts lace

spouts in my face

i hit an ace

I bowl over harm

dis-route my face
 he loves roars

under board

my side’s bored

between the fines, he writes

he’s love’s adored moon
absence makes the heart grow flippers

adsense cakes the charts with glitter
absolute power  disrupts absolutely

dissolute showers pollute  the airs
a face is a  whole

embrace my soul
 he laced up his sleeves, buttoned his socks then made a brief case
 hercules’ wheel hurt achilles’ heel
acid  is best

passing the test
 runcorn ‘s where grandad loved me

runcorn is not far from the sea

grandad’s dad was unknown to he and me and possibly his dad never knew he were a dad  so my own great-grandad never knew about me.[but now he does]
distractions speak louder if bared

fractions are ok bu I’m  decimatedly bored
after my own heart he ate his own

he loved eating out,especially bodies.
glaring dirty laundry eyed me frankly rudely and sweatily

the washing machine wants to be baptised/surprised
 a wall bent out of shape by the  drains

I’m all dents and  I ache in my pain
all alphabets are off

wittgenstein’s lines

all bets are paradoxes to rustle

Better to marry than harry

 

 

http://www.britannica.com/topic/incommensurable

My dear girl do you wish to  be married?

Don’t study maths, else you’ll be harried.

Men are afraid of us

Women can’t mate with us

So  one might as well  die and  be buried.

 

My reaction may seem  too  extreme

For surely  one may get some esteem;

For playing with irrationals,

viewing  incommensurables

is a metaphor for political themes.

 

For whole numbers are easy to see

And fractions  quite rational  be.

But the square on the diagonal

Is totally irrational

And from the circumference’s demands we  may flee.

 

And comparing the circle and square

Shows  unconmensurable  flair.

And human folk too

Exhibit this too.

So in marriage don’t expect all to be fair.

 

A straight line can be tangent to a curve

But never can two such  things merge.

But if the line keeps quite still

the curve  then might  well

Curve back  with delight in its  swerves.