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

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

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.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/john-donne

Someone has just realised that in psychoanalysis the way the therapist speaks and the manner it is done in are as important as the words. In other words,it’s poetry. Surely that is true in all relationships?

Ble

I was thinking about going to Confession last night but nobody talks about sin anymore

1.So I copied my sister’s photograph in a dress she made herself without asking her.
2.I forgot to put my watch on so when I visited a friend I stayed far too long but it was partly because I could feel a kind of force from her pulling me in..
3.I forgot to sweep the path after my neighbours pulled down a lot of virginia creeper from both houses so no doubt I have trodden a lot of bits of wood and things into the house.However  since it is my house is  it a sin?
4. I read the Observer online woth an adblocker on because I have got the paper one delivered so refuse their requests to turn off the blocker…I am invited to donate but  there’s no where I can say,I have paid for the paper edition.
5.I wrote a  letter pf mild complaint  to someone who  was very rude to me.But that is a good thing as I am usually too much the other way.Nevertheless is it a sin?
6.Isn’t it boring?
7.Much as I covet my neighbour’s husband I have not lured him away.Even if I tried to If feel I am too old for him.He’s only 28… so he claims.I could adopt him I suppose.
8 I have dusted my pot cat but I hope I did not worship it  when I was daydreaming.
9.I looked at some lace underwear online.So far that’s  as far as I have gone…Do men like it?
10 I fear I have not done enough to interest Father Brown.So my intention is to worship a my calf tonight and my other calf tomorrow.Then I shall  worship a china duck which is in the hall on a shelf.Then I will tell myself a lie and be unfaithful to myself   by reading a romantic novelette.Then I will tell my husband if he wants me to move to Ealing he will have to get a car.A chariot of fire is not something the neighbours will be pleased to see in this suburban desert.But it would be just typical of my husband to spend our savings on one saying,It seemed a good idea at the time.

At last I have  sinned… gossiping about my husband..That wil do for next week’s Confession

• hance
  I went to the doctor last week and he said,
  Who’re you,dear? I said
  I beg your pardon,but you know me already.
  So he said,
  Oh, my dear,I thought you were  new patient
  So I asked him if he needed glasses.He said
  Look here,I am the doctor not you.
  I apologised profusely and said it was just a way of showing  I cared.He smiled.
  Anyway I said,it’s my head doctor.It feels unstable.Is it going to drop off?
  Not literally,he replied.It’s all the upheaval  about Brexit.
  Brexit,what’s that? I asked politely.
  Why,surely you heard the News?
  No,I’ve stopped reading the paper and only get it because the newsagent is so kind.
  What about  the News,he enquired
  My TV is too small and I can’t be bothered to get a new one.
  Well,I’ve never heard of unstable heads before,he said.
  Now’s your big chance.If you study me you can write an article and be the  generator of a new disorder.Mind you,  if I recall the last 15 years of strife and war  in the Middle East  feeling the head is about to drop off is probably normal
  Well, keep it under your hat,he cried.We need patients who believe they are ill
  Maybe that’s my problem,I wear my hat under my head.
  That’s not a hat it’s a scarf, he informed me scientifically
  I’m afraid to wear it on my head in case people attack me in the street thinking I am a Muslim.
  Perhaps that explains your problems,he  chortled?
  I was born here because my mother was here
  Her folk fled from Co.Tyrone as Catholics were unpopular and had no vote etc
  To think,he said,you would not be here if Catholics had been given their rights 150 years ago, he mused.
  It’s a funny world,I said.None of us are here except by chance.
  God must love Probability.
  And so pray all of us.Ah,men!

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/thomas-traherne

Hands On Zines: An Interview with Cherry Styles

What to Do With Your Old Cell Phone or Tablet

I lost my phone a while back and it was a bit small for me.I have just found it so was intrigued to discover what it can do. without a SIM card.You can still look up maps etc while it is on your wi fi.Also you can use skype but I think you have to pay £12 for 3 months.If you take it out you can connect it to the wi fi in a coffee shop ot a BT Wi Fi hot spot..You can still make an emergency call with it even without a SIM card.
You can use the camera too but  the photos here were taken by Mike and he  is a keen student of light and how to draw with it.

http://www.thehypertexts.com/Best%20Poems%20Ever%20Greatest%20Poetry%20of%20All%20Time.htm

Edward Thomas is not as well-known as some of the other poets on this page, but “Adlestrop” was among the top ten most requested poems at Poetry Please, so he continues to have fans. “Adlestrop” is a somewhat mysterious poem, because nothing really happens and yet it seems extraordinarily sad. Thomas was a literary critic, biographer and book reviewer who became a close friend of Robert Frost when he moved to England. It was Frost who persuaded Thomas to begin writing poetry around 1913-14, and Thomas was on his way to meet Frost when he wrote the poem below. Thomas was also close to the “tramp” or “hobo” poet W. H. Davies, and help bring him to the attention of the reading public. Thomas died at the battle of Arras in 1917, so all his poems were written within a very narrow window of time. It is said that he decided to enlist at the age of 37 after reading a pre-publication version of Frost’s famous poem about indecision, “The Road Not Taken.” Thomas died never having seen any of his poems in print.

Adlestrop
by Edward Thomas

Yes. I remember Adlestrop—
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop—only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

http://www.poetry.org/whatis.htm