Higher Forces

I had a marmoreal man.

His first name was said to be John

He  wrote. please do not text me,

I’ve had a vasectomy;

And I don’t know  just what to put on.

 

What did he mean? I enquired.

Men are afraid of desire.

Was he short in his wardrobe,

In which case, use cardboard!

Be specific in what you require.

 

He went back to Durham last year.

I do think desertion’s unfair

They said he was dying

But they were all lying.

For I believe  High Force is there.

 

 

Till I called “immemorial” in a tutorial.

I used to dream  lots while awake.

But ,unusually, I  never spoke

Till  I called “immemorial”

In a tutorial.

I realised I needed a break.

 

I  then met an old Cambridge don.

 

Dr Leavis in his  person.

He was a great critic;

Perhaps too acidic.

Then a wind blew and Leavis was gone.

 

We were studying  topology algebraic

It’s new, though it does sound archaic.

Then harmonic series,

Which led to some queries.

Like,what is  Ptomelemaic?

 

Isn’t that a beautiful word?

My spelling  verges on the absurd.

Still,patterns attract me;

Men might distract me,

From what acts have never occured.

 

 

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Stupidity about dementia

My husband was walking back from the train station across a green.He couldn’t recall any more.He had got a hypo and fell unconscious onto a War Memorial.He broke his nose,cheekbone and other things.

I heard the doorbell ring.There was an ambulance in which a paramedic was screaming at him.She asked me if he had dementia as he failed to answer her queries about who was PM etc

It was obvious he had no idea why he was in an ambulance.Or why the 2 people were shouting at him.He was covered in blood and his eye looked as if it might fall out.Luckily his specs protected it.

I told them to shut up and explained quietly what had happened.He was as normal as anyone might be.

Why would a paramedic think shouting at someone old and semi-conscious was a good idea?

BTW I had told the doctor  he was over-medicated and had fallen before but I was told his health was  a secret I had no right to discuss.

 

War memorials

War memorials are  placed in our cities

To commemorate   and also to pity.

A hypo took John

And his face hit the stone

Soon he was beyond being witty.

 

From time immemorial men

.Have fought wars over again

But why waste our greens

On memorials  half seen?

If not now,then just tell us when.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Immemorial,the meaning

immemorial
ɪmɪˈmɔːrɪəl/
adjective
adjective: immemorial
  1. originating in the distant past; very old.
    “an immemorial custom”
    antonyms: recent
Origin
early 17th century: from medieval Latin immemorialis, from in- ‘not’ + memorialis‘relating to the memory’.

On Robert Frost

Was Robert Frost underestimated? Read the article

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/article/251952

 

I HAVE BEEN ONE  ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain – and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Form: Terza Rima

About Peter Lomas

What is below is a quotation.I have lost the source.

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Although Peter Lomas was a psychoanalyst he was a rare rebel, a wonderful writer and a master of the language

I read his books regularly for their wisdom and courage.And his stories.Most of all I love his truthfulness

“In this regard, the centrality of ethics in human relations, I think Peter has much in common with Emmanuel Levinas, the French Jewish thinker who put ethics at the very heart of our being, as what makes us human beings, ethics in the sense of the priority of the other and our responsibility to that other.  Of course Levinas’s language was not Peter’s, but for myself I still find him inspiring, despite the predictably obscurantist and cliched ways in which his thought has been taken up and the horribly religious-like tone of too many conversations about his work.  Not for the first time is a return to the source called for.”

Funny errors

 

 

I was born in an  ugly old town

With mill chimneys and  houses  with frowns.

Yet from time im-marmoreal  [should be immemorial]

I loved the arboreal

And I have garbled my marbles  unsound.

 

 

Marmalade’s an  orangey jam.

Sevilles are the best for  old men

For the flavour is bitter

Thus makes their tongues gnatter,

Which forces their mouths to uncram.

 

 

 

A marmoreal word in my ear

His marmoreal  gaze  chilled all lest

The boundaries of love he transgressed.

He  had lovers, of course,

Whom he carefully chose

With reasons that we thought grotesque.

 

A marmoreal  word in my ear

Made  my mind cold yet brilliantly clear.

At last , I saw logic

In what I felt tragic.

My senses were lukewarm with fear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Marmoreal

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Merriam Webster Word of the Day : February 12, 2016

marmoreal

adjective mahr-MOR-ee-ul

 Definition

: of, relating to, or suggestive of marble or a marble statue especially in coldness or aloofness

Examples

“‘Thank you for your submission,’ the note begins with marmoreal courtesy. It ends with a wish for success in placing your manuscript with another house.” — William Germano, The Chronicle of Higher Education, 20 Feb. 2011

“Marble … has always been synonymous with artistry and luxury. Had it not been glowing marble would Michelangelo’s David and the Pieta have looked the same? Not to speak of our Taj Mahal, whose marmoreal splendour has moved many poets to wax eloquent about its beauty.” — Soumitra Das, The Telegraph (India), 1 June 2014



Did You Know?

Most marble-related words in English were chiseled from the Latin noun marmor, meaning “marble.” Marmor gave our language the word marble itself in the 12th century. It is also the parent of marmoreal, which has been used in English since the mid-1600s. Marbleize, another marmor descendant, came later, making its print debut around 1854. The obscure adjective  marmorate, meaning “veined like marble,” dates to the 16th century and hasn’t seen much use since.

On forgetting we are using metaphors and other fascinating thoughts

  • The most obvious confusion between metaphor and reality is when society labels emotional/interpersonal problems/divergence from norms of society as mental illnesses.In the USA childdhood disobedience is now a mental illness and there are many similar crazy  notions.Homosexuality was labelled as a mental illness for years but no longer.
    Now if you are suffering terrible anguish in various forms it may help to be told it is an illness… or it may make you worse.I am sure that often excess fatigue,personal characteristics like overworking constantly,not eating well,being distressed by the state of the world are very common but there are no blood tests nor any other tests to identify such as being illnesses.Though often physical illnesses casuse mental distress and depression either directly or because of shame and anxiety and other reactions to being ill for a long time.
    The writer Thomas Szasz identified this confusion many years ago.If you disagree and say how can medication help unless a person is ill then I’d say that the placebo effect is one reason and another is that if someone is exhausted and needs to rest then medication maybe helpful to give them a little peace.
    Gerard Manley Hopkins,A Jesuit priest and a poet seemed to be given a job in an Irish University which was exhausting and debilitating but owing to his vow of obedience to his superiors in the Jesuit Order he could not change his life except by dying… so he thought.
    The poet Gwyneth Lewis who has been the National Poet for wales wrote a book[Sunbathing in the rain] about her severe bout of depression.In the book she seems to be claiming that there were personal mistakes and decisions in her lifestyle and job which led her into depression.She saw it as necessary for change.However she did use medication in spite of feeling it was a spiritual turning poimt which she needed to get back onto her true path or vocation in life.
    Her mother had been depressed frequently when she was a child and so she would have learned by this as a way of problem solving.
    Also despite her immense intelligence she had failed to realise that abandoning her strong hopes to have a child [given the age of her husband and the need to earn a living] was going to cause her huge distress.In fact marrying someone who has been sterilised seems unusual for w young woman who wants children.But it is sometimes reversible and maybe she didn’t think so far ahead.
    This blindness to our own feelings seems to lead many of us astray.
    We sometimes get clues to our hidden feelings in dreams or we could find someone to talk to when going through a major life decision.
    Some people don’t know that grief and mourning exist and are stunned when they feel sad and often their families criticise them for “not coping well” Coping here seems to mean remaining happy and calm all the time;this is a selfish demand on a bereaved person or anyone really.
    I also noticed over the years that many famous people suffered from depression but when you examine their lives they seem to demand too much from themselves and be afraid to ask for help
    .Poor Sylvia Plath wanted to be famous which she is now but alas she is dead. It’s hard to know why she felt the need to work so hard except her upbringing was one where acadenic excellence was valued and why she married someone with no obvious way of providing support either financial or emotional… when it got tough he ran off… but who knows why? The point that interests me is that she was compulsively driven to achieve… and she did so much in her short life… but was it worth it?
    We all need to examine our life to see if we are acting stupidly.
    But when worn out mentally it seems thinking is a mistake whereas simple manual work is beneficial as is being outdoors or being with kind undemanding friends…. and if a person has few friends coping with emotional trauma is much harder.This affects people who move to another state or country.And older people moving house even can bring on mental confusion.
    And if we are people who find friendship and intimacy hard then it’s likely that we will suffer more from any problem we run into.
    Finally,is the idea of a vocation for each of us of value?We each have unique gifts plus a need to earn a living.It depends on many factors outside our control whether we can find a job that combines these.Many poets and writers work in menial jobs to earn a living and then they write at night.[Teaching seems to sap creative energy.]
    Other people don’t feel they have a calling but train for something they feel will earn a living in a way that suits them.Electricians and plumbers are in great demand…
    And apart from finding our own true needs we need to contribute to society in some way.And to have a feeling of enjoying being alive which is perhaps denied those millions in Asia who make our clothes,i phones and other goods.