Reading

 

P1000321My Unwritten  Books  by  George Steiner…I am enjoying this much more than when read his work ten years ago
The Golden Baby          by  Margaret Drabble…….Good but  too similar to all her later works.
How it all began   by Penelope Lively…Wonderful like all her books
Windows 10 for Dummies.

On being Certain:Believing you are right when you are not. Robert A Burton

Hot was your flame

Goodbyte,John.
Flee you soon,Alice.
Take bear,Jude.
See your  data,Peter.
Oh.Rev Wire! Simone.
Food  be with Hugh,Mary.
See you moon,Annabelle.
What was your  flame? Luke.
Love you and deceive you.Andrea.
Hope sings infernal,Hubert.
Leave me a bone,Miriam.
Feed my whole,Dan
See you as soon as risible,Jack.
Hope all is swill,Teresa.
Keep freer,Monty.
All is bare in love and care.Winston.
Fair were you. Dave.
Sorry,I long for Hugh, Queenie.
This is the urinal damned, Barbie.
Love your part, Mamie.
Sever yours,Adam.
You’re a marked plan,Emily.
For whether,Cane.
Come  bloom,Anthea.
Ever wine, Solomon
Speak flewn, Nancy.
Air your curries,here. Jocasta.
See you and die,Horace.
I’m unable to repress my gratitude,Moll.
Keep it to your wealth,Mark.
God is my fitness,Luke.
Good right

On forgetting we are using metaphors 

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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.

What’s true

Winter,I’ve been inside
Dreaming, healing,grieving
Now I see my plants
The almost white cyclamen and one red flower
Sage and rosemary
Japanese maples snug in their tubs
No sign of leaves
I read  blackbirds sing more
Than is strictly necessary
I’m not surprised.
It disproves monetary  economics
And   spending cuts.
We should build  cathedrals,,spires and marble halls.
Give expression to the wonder we feel.
Winter,I feel cold.
When people destroy what can we do?
I’m the Sleeping Beauty waking.
I can’t believe what’s true.

Is it really a cliche?

  •  A  faker’s dozing in the ink but it’s invisible
    Pass the quake,she muttered.
  • Rolled lace briars surrounded her  new home
  • What is strife to me without thee?
  • Quail on chain, free to a good nun
  • The wall is round  your tart,sire
  • Never ask why.
    Why?
  • The whole brawl of axes hit me at once.I died.[Sept  2007]
  • Balls pout,you know.
    Why am I so crude?
  • Balls pinned to the wall decorated  the new kitchen
  • Their balls  fell off as they entered
  • Nunk ate the missal
  • It’s your numeral.
  • Sauce  of life found in Middle East.
  • Truncate your senten
  • Keep your briefs.
  • Keep it taut.
  • Cain and Abel never left.
  •  Getting together to treat the Gods was a bad idea.
  • Don’t sand down worms with my nail file.
  • Can I bend a penny here,please?
  • Where is the harlot?
  • She  wanted the queue.
    Lord for tomorrow  and its bleeds.
  • Handy words staggered out of the library
  • Who are you,anyday?
  • Hanging  on  till a drought,he drowned
  • Stranging your head  with a brick ball on a  leather chord
  • I’ll shrink about that later.
    I’ll just shrink
  • Baptism of  new liars after Mass
  • Bare bones hung from the roof surrounded by pairs of balls in golden bags.
  • Care faced liar needed,
  • Enlarged bin killed lady in her own kitchen
  • Barge frightened  tin of sardines
  • Barking  is sad for cats
  • Barking up the song tree, he was rejected by the choir
  • Barking up the wrong she  he got nowhere
  • A flared piece of beef was baked in the  geometric   loving
  • Casket Case is a mere euphemism.
  • A brick case  is useful for laptops
    A new  base look is desired
  • He passed  back words  and annoyed tutors
  • Pat A Euclid today.
  • A nuke  head?
  • Is that all rite?
  • Past the idea around the  lake
  • Baited wreath suitable for a  Ted Hughes free to a good home
  • Cats in the belfry played so well the Vicar is frilled with delight

Love and solitude

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It is in deep solitude that I find the gentleness with which I can truly love my brothers. The more solitary I am the more affection I have for them…. Solitude and silence teach me to love my brothers for what they are, not for what they say.
Thomas Merton

Because real knowledge hurts

I don’t want to see reality
But I don’t want to lose your care.
I want to go on being selfish
And having you always there.

I don’t want to feel your feelings.
I am aware that I’ve been very curt.
I want to go on ignoring you,
Because real knowledge will hurt.

The longer I pretend to be ignorant,
The longer I opt not see,
The more I shall hurt my loved ones.
The more unkind and cruel I’ll be.

I don’t want to see reality.
I’m frightened of what I might find.
I need a dear friend to be with me
Whilst I traverse the dark glades of my mind.

I am afraid to discover reality,
But it’s better for us all if we do.
I hope I can get enough courage
To be able to bear what is true.

She says she loves me

I’m but an adverb passing by,
She says she loves me,does she lie?
I’m parsing all her bills and notes,
And then I’m listing many quotes.
The plumber’s fixing up the nouns,
In case some name should chance to drown,
and in the cellar stands a box
For storing wolves and sheep in flocks.
Where have all the nouns gone to?
O,dear Lord, one’s in my shoe.
Put them on the washing line,
While I create a new design.
Grammar needs to be revised,
For many rules are now despised,
and words go weeping through the day,
as no writers want to play.
Do you like the perfect tense?
Does creation still make sense?
Latin was not hard to learn
Now I’ll try Swedish in turn.
After that, if I’m still here
I will study atmosphere.
Hebrew is all Greek to me.
Why not construct a language tree?
Everything must be combined,
Or our dear world may all untwine.

A cliche too far?

 

Many hands make fights worse
Where have all the Powers gone?
A bad flea  engorged her nipples
Once written, time flies.
Two many looks spoil  the tough.
My cat has nine wives.
A word in the bush gives birth to two second-hand.
She was  in the last pose of summer.
Alas ,my love,you singed my wings.
Ever wrathful,you were Sue.
A  man is as good as he’s learned.
A howling bone shattered the glass.

English Proverbs & Sayings


eileen 21

http://www.learn-english-today.com/proverbs/proverbs-A1.html

 


A bad excuse is better than none. Always give an excuse, even if it’s a poor one.
A bad penny always turns up. An unwanted or disreputable person constantly comes back.
A bad tree does not yield good apples. A bad parent does not raise good children.
A bad workman blames his tools. Blaming the tools for bad workmanship is an excuse for lack of skill.
A barking dog seldom bites. Someone who constantly makes threats rarely carries them out.

Rivers of colour
Rivers of colour
A black plum is as sweet as a white. People should not be judged by their appearance.
A book holds a house of gold. There is a wealth of knowledge in books.
A broken friendship may be soldered but will never be sound. Friendships can be rebuilt after a dispute but will never be as strong as before.
A burden of one’s own choice is not felt. Something difficult seems easier when it is done voluntarily.
A burnt child dreads the fire. A bad experience will make people stay away from certain things.
A calm sea does not make a skilled sailor. A person shows their competence or ability when difficulties arise.
A cat has nine lives. 1) Cats can survive many accidents because they land on their feet without injury.
2) Nine lives = 3 years to play, 3 years to stray, 3 years to stay.