You said you felt strange in the night
It was the lack of oxygen
So I invented stories for you
I read aloud from this blog
for an hour
Till you were calm.
I went back to bed
Then got up and began again
Until one day there was no
Again.
You knew
Where to go,by then
I remember holding your hand.
A man told us off because you kissed me.
On the top deck of a London bus.
Imagine that.
Before photocopiers,we copied ,by hand,
Articles from newspapers in South Africa House
About torture.
The guard never said a word.
Then you wrote an article.
If you did anything silly
And I asked you why
You said, it seemed a good idea
at the time.
Where are you?
I looked in the shed
I looked in the bed
I looked everywhere
but I can’t find you.
It’s not fun anymore.
He was asleep all day
Then he came to and said
You’ve got a brilliant personality.
Then he fell asleep again
Thank you
He said,I could go to the City
It’s just you won’t let me
I said,that’s true,I won’t let you.
Sweetheart.
He said,I could get dressed and meet my friends
But you won’t let me.
I said
No,I won’t let you.
I won’t
let you.
He said,I’ll be alright tomorrow,won’t I?Will you let me?
I said,Yes,I’ll let you.
Then he smiled at me and closed his eyes
And I let him
Go
And he went.
He isn’t here
The air rippled like sea
Niarbyll bay and butterflies
I caught a glance
In water
Shining
He isn’t here
Waves blind me
With white heads
Sunlight in the morning
Hit the fridge door
He isn’t here
The teapot glinted
An eye,perhaps.
The warmth is unusual for February
I went to the hospital again
He wasn’t there
He wasn’t there
He wasn’t there
http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/6366/art-of-fiction-no-227-lydia-davis
I have a lot of books on Zen Buddhism. One of my favorite titles is Open Mouth Already a Mistake. That may provide a better insight into leaving out articles. It has something of the saying, the tag, or the pronouncement.
http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/2095/the-art-of-poetry-no-44-yehuda-amichai
He operated so deferentially.
Almost unself-referentially.
He never commuted.
His mates were all neutered.
He differentiated each one except me.
I am getting a tortoise next week.
It’s less rauqous than a cat when on heat.
Dogs bark and growl;
Wolves enjoy howls.
His laughter was too harsh for my ear.
It was quite raucous,I fear.
So I turned down his offer,
As I hate to suffer.
Some nights now, I wish I were queer.
caucus
Line breaks: cau¦cus
[NO OBJECT] chiefly USBack to top
mid 18th century: perhaps from Algonquian cau’-cau’-as’u ‘adviser’.
raucous
Line breaks: rau|cous
Too old for cold,I stand, now ,against our hedge,
Watching snowflakes in the glare of neon street lights.
Darkness has come early,and I think of country uplands and huddled sheep.
On Salisbury Plain,shepherds watched their flocks
Just as in Bethlehem two thousand years before,
But, “between the wars”,it stopped.
Now we know there is no “between the wars”.
Who decided
To cull the sheep and shepherds and the space for kindness ?
Now that same Plain still exists,but banned.
It’s closed to human-kind,
For bombs ,not wombs it’s there
Not for birth of lamb ,nor gypsy child ,nor Saviour.
Where would He go today?
Women wear sheer clothing so tight,
One can see through it even in winter light.
So why not go naked
With one’s ego inflated?
I don’t say I shall,but I might
There was a young lady from Ealing
Whose bed was glued onto the ceiling.
When she tried to make it,
She shouted, I hate it.
I get annoyed for the wall paper ‘s peeling
There I was with my feet on their table when she said, they’re coming back now.I said, them? She said, oh, them, you know and all their relatives.Where will they all sit, I asked nervously as their chairs were full of boxes of paper for printing my new ebook on.Except you don’t print e books, do you? That’s the whole point.
She told me they always brought their folding chairs. from the garden And food?I queried anxiously.Don’t worry it’s a Fasting Day today.There you are, that is a good day to ask people round as if Catholic they can only drink tea and eat bread and if Jewish they can’t have anything at all so it’s economical.That seems very selfish, I replied.Well, they’re always eating and are obese already.I see, how disgusting I told her thoughtlessly, as she was about 4 stone overweight by her own reckoning.
Well, there it is.Take it or leave it.The religious and their traditions could fill a book! As if………………The Bible!They’re very sensitive to criticism so I usually use witticisms instead.Very nice, too.
There were ten full green bottles and they’re all empty.Their owner will be hopping mad.It’s like their mother’s milk.Except she had no bottles built in.And cigarettes, what are they? I guess Irigay says it’s the end of the rule of the phallic domain and that oral sex is a relapse into preverbal tonguing and inchoate irreplaceable longings.I don’t find their antics over there bemusing at all but they’re a source of laughter when the cat is asleep on my keyboard.
When tensions push sharp splinters through our souls
And into stranger’s ears we pour our woes..
When grief and sorrow shudder with our walls.
And whether all is lost we cannot know
When what is in or out we cannot tell;
Reality and dream become confused.
When spears of agony are felt to maim each cell.
When sensibility is utterly bemused.
.
He in whom we trusted wills to fail
For what he said was love was mere desire.
Then pain and disappointment make us frail;
With torment know, this lover was a liar.
Then, having lost all other means to live,
We turn to darkness where our consolation is.
Tribulation seems an old fashioned word
A religious note struck and then heard.
To think of our troubles
As tests and not muddles
Gives meaning to a life now absurd.
I think I’ve had enough tribulation
And the same goes for all deviations
Standard or mean,
How numbers do scheme.
I prefer now my feline fabulations.
She wrote so well but made it understandable to all.
| Sadder than a set trifle with Carnation milk would be in Bloomsbury |
| I made it big from the sins of my briefs.Amongst other undies,sundries and blunders. |
| My hat is made of old money and old rope. |
| Impale that gin so we can sin. |
| I,inane, wish for beauty ‘ere I die |
| I made a brake for my mind
My mind needs a mini-break |
| Make a long story taut by editing and deleting 97 per cent |
| They made a mountain out of a coal hill and we got Abergavan |
| Make ends meet: Sew them together
Make lens suit: press your eyes. Dry your eyes and press them nearly |
| You can make heads or tails of tadpoles into soup |
| I make like a flea and leave a bite |
| We make no bones about it.It’s a corset. |
| Make or break this marriage: come to bed,my beloved.The sheets need changing as the Rorsach blots are boring. |
| He makes out like I planned it myself. |
| I make the Sadean protean and the signifier phallic , implying the edge of language is near and the Fall is clear.Oh,dear. |
| We make tracks in the sand.In the dessert,in fact. |
| Why makeup when arguing is free? |
| Don’t make the suave pay for that U |
| Make your move by collapsing all choices |
| The new kettle makes my blood boil but he prefers tea |
1895-1900; happen + (circum)stance
The success that followed 16 years later was a matter of happenstance,not of strategy.
All of these differences add up to make each planet unique, a product ofhappenstance and history.
But the happenstance habits of nature were steadily being integrated intothe control program of man.
The German was just a happenstance, a castaway in the war for Arzachel.
Out of the chaos of happenstance they were finding rules of order, certain formulas of behavior, equations of force.
This is contrasted to happenstance decision making based on impulsiveness and wishful thinking.
As for deceased, his ontimely evaporation that a-way is but the frootes ofhappenstance.
1897, from happening + ending from circumstance.
: distress or suffering resulting from oppression or persecution; also : a trying experience
“Now Lemsford’s great care, anxiety, and endless source of tribulation was the preservation of his manuscripts.” — Herman Melville, White Jacket; or, the World in a Man-of-War, 1850
“In sharing the many tribulations of real-life patients and physicians, Nussbaum unveils a thoughtful, well-rounded, yet thorny vision of the current state of medicine.” — Kirkus Reviews, 15 Jan. 2016
The writer and Christian scholar Thomas More, in his 1534 work A dialoge of comforte against tribulation, defined the title word as “euery such thing as troubleth and greueth [grieveth] a man either in bodye or mynde.” These days, however, the word tribulation is typically used as a plural noun, paired with its alliterative partner trial, and relates less to oppression and more to any kind of uphill struggle. Tribulation derives via Middle English and Old French from the Latin verb tribulare (“to oppress or afflict”), which is related to tribulum, a noun meaning “threshing board.”
Is Penumbra a fair name for a girl?
Hi,Penumbra let’s go for a whirl.
Penumbra and Jonah
Got engaged when he phoned her
And, by gum, did he make her hair curl.
Pemumbra was wedded in blue
As for bridesmaids, she had forty-two.
But she needed no rollers
When Jonah bowled her over
As her ringlets had been tightened with glue.
penumbra
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Pronunciation: /pɪˈnʌmbrə/
1.1 Astronomy The shadow cast by the earth or moon over an area experiencing a partial eclipse.
Mid 17th century: modern Latin, from Latin paene ‘almost’ + umbra ‘shadow’.
umbra
In between the blackness and the bright,
Graded shades of grey and lilac lie.
These variegated colours give delight.
And from my soul, I hear a gentle sigh.
As we live, we dwell in mysteries;
Must take decisions based on various views.
And unknown memories from our history
Bring out the old , so misperceive the new.
For true perception, we must humble be.
Not for moral reasons but for sight.
The emptiness lets flood creative seas.
And allows bright rays of guiding golden light.
We need to know we do not know at all.
And, trembling, hold the doors of vision wide.
So gentle should be judgements when we fail.
Then errors we’ll appreciate, not hide.
We will deal with life unknown, unclear;
Perception is a better guide than fear.
Google transwaite
Just go by the sound!
Vous me fait donc schlumpe;
Vous me fait sentir si glumpe.
Elle me fais, il y a des cloches à Schwunge
Enfer à brhung lunge
Et un poumon woenderful à Thunge.
Vous êtes juste un cocker alter;
En bas, dans la vieille doekker glosse
Vous me faites crissement être rimé
Je’aspire à un Signe, maligne vuenderfifle
Et un vieux bedde essen divine
Je suis autobrat non; animaux non, j;’ai a la tete.
La montagne, oy vey.
Youpi yappee yay.
Quel jour.Je sais blunderful aujourdui.
Mein Mutter Olden est kranke
Mein Olden Daddie est Swanke.
Esperanto aucune façon!
Européens y restent.
Lehitraoat, Mutter,
Kranky vieille guttere.
Sie is mal de simple
Dreck n’est pas tout à fait un jurer.
Il ya rubbische partout?
Ils clamme le zéro de l’inflation.
Aleph null.mein héros.
Je n’ ai pas loike votre tarte;
Il n’y a pas de pomme dans son Harte.
Venez à mes Zands et emplay moi avec les handes.
Il y a toute weary muzak …
Nous tolérons aucun feares.
Dankeschön zie unt ende de l’ici-dessus.
How my heart sings 