Cats nigh!
Foxes’ gloves
Damn,de lion!
But her cups?
Pull her podium
Car Nations united
Dream grass of home
Blue Belles are here
Pull her,go now’m?
Wild nasty hermans in my garden
Baying tree.What next, singing fogs?
A lorn? Come live with me and be my love.And I will never mow [n] at all
Where were the Japanese in April? Acer,trace her but don’t deface her I bee see choo choo
Day: August 15, 2016
The problems of sin when one’s partner has gone
You know, I think I want to go to church again and I must go to Confession before I go to Mass.But the trouble is that when you have no partner your opportunities for committing sins are greatly reduced.Especially if you don’t fo out much
You can’t have a row with them about what TV programme to watch or which side of the bed you sleep on nor about whether they pull the duvet off you in the middle of the night.So you can’t blame them when you feel tired.
You can’t get angry when they ask you to wash their trousers again either or about them wearing a cashmere sweater in bed.Also you see less of their relatives and they were always good for producing sins like envy,rage,jealousy and so on.In fact their relatives change and become saintly so it’s even worse.I suppose that might make me sin.
It’s really hard,though, to commit a sin now so Iam wondering if I should get a partner purely for the purpose of becoming a sinner who can them be saved by the Sacrament of Confession.I always thought it was odd because if God exists he must know our sins.. i n fact he might know more than we do.He must.
With that in mind ,I wonder about going into therapy as surely that would make me aware of all the questionable things I have done.Which is better therapy or getting married? I suppose if I married a rich person they could pay for psychoanalysis for me but it would be a sin to marry purely for that reason.Is that Russell’s Paradox?
Or if I got 2 cats I could be unkind to them and not let them sleep on my bed.But I have to admit I cannot be unkind to cats.And I don’t like dogs in the house.Too much work.You might as well get married again as have a dog to care for.Although dogs don’t wear clothes and can’t shout and scream and demand sex at 3 am.Barking is not quite the same
.I suppose I could become a Quaker instead because it might be tough to find husband who is happy for me to study Wittgestein and Sylvia’s Wrath.My hair is no longer what it was.. my eyes are still blue but now I have a scar on my face.I thought maybe no-one would notice but the dentist said,Wow,he’s done a great job hasn’t he? Fantastic,There’s just a little lump here…. what little lump? She’ll have me back in Dermatology as soon as take my teeth out.It was a little lump that began the whole damn business as it was a bit like a Russian Vine invisibly covering [ part of ] my face.Well I can proudly say I had 23 injections of local anaesthetic in my face but the surgeon was very handsome.Greek…
Anyway I went out today with no sun cream on and that is really wicked when you’ve had what I had but the hypothalamus gland needs sunlight so my brothet tells me.I have three brothers plus my aide P so I have plenty of men to tell me what to do or not to do.Still you can’t marry your brother can you? I wonder what the priest would say about that.I rest my case.By gum,it was heavy.I’ll take to drink
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I am in the depths of repair
There’s many a true word spoken by pests
A rolling stone blathers no rot.
How many rooks are boiled in broth?
If you don’t grow there now,you never will
I am in the depths of repair.
My therapist says I am schizogenic. He wants to take my photo but I am keeping it in my vest
Why was Freud not very observant?
Jung was taken in by the Nazis.They were his shadow.
Heidegger wrote “Being and Time” ans he took his time leaving the Nazis.If that’s intelligence what does it say?
My husband asked me if I had any cigarettes.I was smoking mad at his mistreatmentI said don’r need cigarettes.I am a cigarette so he picked me up and sucked my big toe.IHe didn’t try to light it fortunately.I could have exploded and the whole rehabilitation centre would have been blown up which is what it needs when they put dying men there with no doctors , no drips and no common sense.
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Title : Boy in Blue Bandages Author : Larry Chamberlin
From Poetry and Quotes
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Along the boulevard medium
(we call it the neutral zone)
Lacy Blue Ribbons
mark each oak as being
aligned with children
fending off abuse.
Do people even know?
Or do they misinterpret,
not caring about message
or whether another child
ends up in the ER
wrapped in bandages?
Perhaps if the children
were encircled instead
in bright blue bandages
and set along the road
pitiful and helpless
passersby would get it.
You’d hear then
a momentary sigh;
“Oh well, what can be done?
I mean, there’s just so many”
and they, each and every,
will drive on by.
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Holy Sonnets: Batter my heart, three-person’d God
Batter my heart, three-person’d God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp’d town to another due,
Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv’d, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov’d fain,
But am betroth’d unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
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John Donne
Riemann’s Mind
Riemann had a very fine mind.But he found it hard to unwind.
So he became very disturbed,
And his mind was perturbed
By his colleagues, who were very unkind.
He invented a new kind of geometry.
For surfaces convex with cacophony.
Euclid was dethroned
Though it was not really known
Till we saw it all kaleidoscopically.
Until Riemann we believed in absolute truth.
Mathematics and theology called a truce,
It depends where you stand,
On the curvature of the land.
Our weak minds are undeniably uncouth.
Mathematics and theology called a truce,
It depends where you stand,
On the curvature of the land.
Our weak minds are undeniably uncouth.
Truth depends on the way that we look.
We can focus too much on our books.
We need new perspectives,
Which provide a corrective
To old views which now must be forsook
Look to the owl as he flies,
Like a god winging across the wide skies.
His broad yellow gaze
Lets attention be paid
To all that surrounds his fierce eyes.
Like a god winging across the wide skies.
His broad yellow gaze
Lets attention be paid
To all that surrounds his fierce eyes.
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We dare
Loose in the fields of green…
Oh, my own lover!
He was such a bold flirt;
with his love unclaimed,
he could recite George Boole
he was one of the old Cool.
He never reached his goal.
so with my bling and some flair
I hoped he’d open the enchanted bud
To the music of his lyre.
I’ll pray this for him:
that he should find what he wreaks
and write it down with a stylus.
Really he is the allurement of angels
He was my epiphany
Make it up, as the clocks clang..
It’s not really you…it’s just an affliction.
I can do nothing for my calves
It’s because of all the punning I did once.
I can’t even lump a stone over a wall now.
My arms are as weak as Trojans.
I never suffer viruses to be declassified.
Like I said,just wink and say a prayer..
In God we dare.
How my heart sings 