I point Rilke
1 log
2 oz cornflowers
2oz cock and bull
2 oz struggle
1 teasp coughing louder
1 drop of Manilla
Farm the milk in a low hat
Beat the egg with a stork then beat in the withered ingredients.
Pour in some of the hot silk and beat till soothed
Put it all into the hat with the other silk and cook stirring until the mixture chickens.
Pour it into a serving wish or a fowl.Get into the fridge when you are cold.
Enough for 4/6 aidings
I’m sitting under the coffee table.By rights I should be given some cafe au lait in a traditional French style wide cup with a silver brim plus a matching saucer.I am shocked that Stan has never asked me to partake.I need a coffee break..it’s hard work spying all day!Why are humans so unaware?
I heard Anne talking on her mobile while Stan was looking for the graph paper.She must be talking to another woman…. she said she’s just bought some Revlon primer lotion to put under her light beige mousse foundation.Ye Gods, it sounds as if she’s painting the wall.She was moaning she can’t afford Lancome any more.Mousse foundation..that sounds tasty! She wants some heather coloured lipstick but she couldn’t find any.She’s put a new one on anyway and Stan came in to give his opinion:
Congratulations, Anne.You have found some lipstick that’s exactly the same colour as your own lips.She was mortified.I could see tears in her eyes but luckily she had her waterproof mascara and purple eyeshadow on.
Well, it makes me glad to be a cat…we have no need for skin products
and we have no lips as such.Why do humans have lips?
Is it mainly for kissing?
And perfume………we like the natural odours but I’ve never seen Stan go up and sniff Anne’s nether regions…though I admit I took a sniff and she smells very intriguing… probably some musk she’s bought.
I envy Stan in a way.Because I’d like to kiss Anne but my lips are too small….I could lick hers with my little raspy tongue!
Maybe if she falls asleep I’ll have a go.I love that woman so.
A cat may look at a king, but can he lick a lady’s lips?
Well, must go and take a walk around my territory and sniff out who’s about….face primer.What next.Paint stripper? What a waste of time and money.I could be chasing dandelion clocks round the garden”
| synonyms: | include, take into account, take account of, take into consideration, allow for, incorporate
“there were seventy people backstage, not counting the actors”
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| synonyms: | rely on, depend on, place reliance on, lean on, bank on, trust, be sure of, trust in, place one’s trust in, have (every) confidence in, believe in, put one’s faith in, pin one’s faith on, swear by, take for granted, take on trust, take as read
“he could usually be counted on to give lifts”
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| synonyms: | calculation, enumeration, computation, reckoning, counting, telling, tally, tallying, totting up; More |
What shall I do , the widow asked her friend.
I feel this knife inside my heart again.
What can I do to make my sorrow end
What can I do to stop the bloody pain?
Do nothing, the sweet friend gently advised
Your task is to accept your own despair
The wisdom in your mind will work, she sighed.
Your body hurts and for such pain we care.
Sit here and count the daisies in the lawn
No need to talk nor even think nor will.
As in this peaceful sitting for a day
Your mind will rest and hope and trust may call.
Receptive to the shivering, daisied fields,
The heart releases; to its grace we yield
noun. 1. sharpness, harshness, or bitterness of nature, speech, disposition, etc.: The speaker attacked him with great acrimony.
bitterness or ill feeling: Meaning, pronunciation, example sentences, and more from Oxford Dictionaries.
: anger and bitterness : harsh or biting sharpness especially of words, manner, or feelings <The dispute continued with increased acrimony.>
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acrimonious meaning, definition, what is acrimonious: full of anger, arguments, and bad feeling: .
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Look up acrimony at Dictionary.com … pungency of taste,” figuratively “acrimony, severity, energy,” abstract noun from acer “sharp” (fem. acris), from PIE root *ak- …
My heart was in my mouth [so I had to suck it all day; gave my thumb a rest]
My heart sank to the bottom of the pond
I fell head over heels in love with a cat.[That’s why I had no children as inter-species marriage is not yet allowed but soon it will be here]
I could not swallow his excuse as my mouth was full of chocolate buttons I had torn off my uniform..well they looked like chocolate
That is hard to digest.[So may I please spit it out?]
I spat him out [but he came back as he was on an elastic rope]
I was wondering if new phrases come into existence now and I don’t recall any.Is it because we are no longer so involved in creating our language or because there are experts in academia who study it.At one time ordinary people made buildings etc and must have developed skills in geometry etc from a practical point of view.And it was they who invented writing and numbers etc , not people in Universities who do not create but analayse and criticise and study signs and connections.
So has the rise of experts made us stupider than people were in the past?Is it poets who invent new idioms?
My eyes nearly leaped out of my head when he passed by…
Luckily I had put superglue down the sides of them at breakfast time.
My hands grasped the nettle and I almost threw the flowers at his head.Then he said:You are the hoover of my soul.
Walls have fears, you know.
A rolling brick gathers no floss.
I patted him on the wreck and we parted with no acrimony and no real money either.What is acrimony?
I’m a pharisee and ‘i’m ok.Jewish by right and a whirling prayer.
I can’t live without hue or colour
Tint me this day,oh Lord.
Does God sell salt on the internet.He has a Lot.Sorry Lot’s wife.
Before we go to bed we vegetate
No need for teacher but a compost heap.
And as we vegetate, we drift to sleep
While in our dreams our little mind debates
But mostly we’re unknowing in this dark
Where God himself may manifest at will.
His dazzling darkness makes our souls be still
And wait a strike by living, glowing spark.
But in the morning, we come back to strife
Take up our work and suffer every stroke.
From sapling to the oldest, strongest oak
Each thing must choose again its proper life
Every look we cast at others strikes
Reflects and shows us what we have become
And when there is no movement, we are done
Our mind and heart have chosen what they like.
So in our end , we vegetate again
And no more rise to labour in the day
For now we fertilise the fields passed on our way
And show the end of woman and of man.
A daily round becomes our life and death.
We live because we’re breathed by sacredness
Actors are the poets of the real.
They mould the air with bodily appeal
The body is the soul through which we feel
Imprisoned bodies kill the soul ideal.
Dancers fuse with music stretching air.
They push and pull the freedoms that live there
They play with Newton’s laws as they change gear
The bodies bend and flow with utter zeal.
Singers touch us deeply to the core.
As we listen with our shrunken hearts so sore
We will cry out, oh, more,oh, more , yes, more.
As deep into our inner self ,they gore.
In every aspect of our human lives
Rhythm, meter, movement are our guides
Trivial thinking makes a waste of life;
Like polishing your shoes as Jesus dies.
Yet academics often create strife,
With philosophers more intellingent than wise
Perceptions sharp as nail bombs to the eyes
Are diverted onto other paths and lives.
Who will be the one who can surprise?
With which mind may such perception strive?
Who will listen to the chosen one?
Not the men whose faces are unlined.
Who sees truly what we have become?
In whose imagination is the true refined?
Such a furnace is this blacksmith’s yard
Refinement comes by fire and burning hard.
Then we have the counter-Enlightenment thinker Giambattista Vico. The 18th century Neapolitan philosopher took human irrationalism seriously, and wrote about our tendency to rely on myth and metaphor rather than reason or nature. Vico’s most “revolutionary move,” wrote Isaiah Berlin, “is to have denied the doctrine of a timeless natural law” that could be “known in principle to any man, at any time, anywhere.”
Vico’s theory of history included inevitable periods of decline (and heavily influenced the historical thinking of James Joyce and Friedrich Nietzsche). He describes his concept “most colorfully,” writes Alexander Bertland at the Internet Encyclopedia of Philosophy, “when he gives this axiom”:
Men first felt necessity then look for utility, next attend to comfort, still later amuse themselves with pleasure, thence grow dissolute in luxury, and finally go mad and waste their substance.
The description may remind us of Shakespeare’s “Seven Ages of Man.” But for Vico, Bertland notes, every decline heralds a new beginning. History is “presented clearly as a circular motion in which nations rise and fall… over and over again.”
Mary Brown woke up earlier than usual. She was wondering whether to make her mug of tea but instead, she picked up her Nokia Lumia phone and began to read the news
Good grief she said to Emile I never thought that I would become one of those people who are always looking at their smartphones?
I want a smartphone said Emile. Why should I be deprived when nearly all the cats around here have got them.
I don’t believe it . What News would cats watch,said their next door neighbour,Annie who had just come in through the kitchen door which was always open [except when it was snowing.] Mary’s late husband Stan had liked fresh air and he wanted to watch the birds in the garden while he sat at the kitchen table reading cookery books and drinking gin.
Annie was wearing a magenta coloured jumpsuit with turquoise stiletto heels on her beautiful feet and a magenta woollen coat wrapped around her shoulders. On her eyes, she had purple eyeshadow and black mascara and her lips were covered in thick shiny magenta lipstick by Seeher of Harris
How did you know where to find lipstick to match so well, asked Mary?
I didn’t know.I bought the lipstick first from that new shop which sells body shop products and then I took the lipstick into the shops and looked around until I found a coat that was the same colour.
That was a very strange way to shop, said Mary. but it’s probably a good thing to change the way we do things the only problem could be if you can’t find a coat anywhere that is the exact same colour as that lipstick.
I know art so well, if you can’t find one the same colour you could find a contrasting colour, like teal or Kingfisher blue. There are more coats in those colours of course, but this year it seems that Lands End have actually been selling magenta coloured coats or at least reddish coats, Annie gushed.
Oh, I hate it when two colours are not exactly the same. also when I was going to the art class I realised that one can wear two or three colours which are very close to each other on the colour spectrum and it can be very attractive but we could take so much time matching our clothes and make-up , we’d have no time to do anything else.
Yes, I so agree with you. That is why some people in the fashion industry developed a kind of uniform. One lady had seven black cashmere sweaters and 7 black wool skirts and when she found a pair of shoes she liked she was so well off that she paid to have hem copied privately so that she had Enough tears to laughter[ enough to last her] for several years.
I think I ‘d get bored if I was just like that but I guess you would have to have a few silk scarves or some beautiful necklaces and a stunningly expensive watch. or you can wear tights in different colours like teal ; at the moment it is possible to buy them in Marks and Spencer’s. Stan liked blue tights but for many years one couldn’t get only black or beige
But do you think that God put women on the Earth so that they could spend many hours every week either thinking about the clothes washing them ironing them or going to the shops and buy some more?
Of course I don’t think that; we were much better off with only had a very small wardrobe but whenI was at university I had only one skirt and I wore it for all the 6 years As the fashions went shorter, I turned up the hem; it must have looked dreadful because I didn’t cut any fabric any off before I turned up the new hem, so it was very bulky.. and I had a thick white polo neck jumper and one pair of black trousers.plus a horrible green cardigan that my mother had knitted for me I say it was horrible because it was a mixture of green and black and she had only bought it because it was being sold off cheaply at the wool shop -no wonder because nobody wanted that colour.Maybe the sheep were green and black!
I have to confess that I was wearing it when I went to my interviews at the university. Usually ,her knitting was very good but on this occasion, she had put the button band on wrongly or perhaps it was too short ;the cardigan was twisted. It was so warm and well made I ended up wearing it for 6 years I can’t remember what I did with it after that.It was a great relief when I could afford to go into Marks and Spencers and buy and buy a lambswool cardigan in a brighter colour.
You poor thing, said Annie, it’s amazing that you managed to get accepted at University.
Yes, it was hard for girls because they didn’t do mathematics very much; when I told them that I wanted to do research , the two male interviewers nearly fell off their chairs laughing. In fact, I’d already done some original research by then.The annoying thing was that someone else had already solved that problem and published it so I could not have it published in my name
Why did you not tell them about it or even take it with you, asked Annie, in a timely manner
I don’t know. I mean it was the first interview I’ve ever been to and I had no idea what to expect I Nobody in my school had done advanced Level Maths before and I don’t think the teachers understand what they were doing 3/4 of the class failed the exam.I didn’t tell tnhe teacher about my research
Well, I’m glad that you managed to pass, darling, Annie replied I want you to make some coffee now.
Ok, I will make us both some coffee. would you like a chocolate biscuit?
Yes please , said Annie cheerfully.
Would you like two?
Yes, and Emile wants them as well
And so do all of us
http://www.creative-writing-now.com/language-poetry.html
“Creative Writing Now: In the same essay, you refer to the value of the irrational in poetry, when used correctly — when it is “the right kind of crazy.” Could you talk more about this? Could you talk about the role of play, wordplay,humour, serendipity in your poetry?
Karl Elder: So that following a mid-day trip my wife and I do not have a crabby grandchild on our hands, in order to keep him, a three-year-old, awake in his car seat, I sing his favorite songs, but with a twist: Old MacDonald had a farm—G.I., G.I. Joe. “NOOOO,” he guffaws and then giggles, meaning, of course, “That’s irrational.” Children seem to know intuitively that whacky language is not crazy so much as it is craziness, and should they happen to grow into contemplative adults, craziness may become, for instance, something as serious and challenging as the irrationality of The Book of Job, subject the poem is to interpretation that the divine is revealed only in questions for which there are no answers. Another thought—paradox is a form of irrationality; nevertheless, we “understand” it. And once upon a long time, it was irrational to speak of the earth as round. Yet how prompt our conversion. Human evolution has well outfitted the brain for sea change in an ocean of eons”
I am very self-absorbed.
Try using blotting paper and stay dry
I fell into a reverie today
Did you get wet?
I was in a brown study all afternoon
Was it Gordon’s?
I have made the world by my phantasies
Phantastic!
I wonder if a vibrator dries the washing.
No,it’s a maiden.
Mind your heads.
This is no the Tube you know.
Is it YouTube?
I have guessed, it’s an I tube.
My grandad had an outside lavatory till he died
Will there be indoor ones in heaven?
Crash
Grandad! You don’t open the back door in heaven.Was it not bolted?
You dug a tunnel!You’re not a coal-miner anymore.
You want to go to Bethlehem? Through a tunnel? This is not the Holy Land.
You want to leave Gaza!How the hell did you get there?
On second thoughts, don’t tell me.
You were in Egypt?
You like pyramids!
I like men but I don’t build tunnels into their homes.
No,I build tunnels out!
I have got more incontinent.
Do stop admiring Europe
Why do the government tell us to eat more fruit and veg?
To help the Common Market!
Why do the government not have enough beds in hospitals?
They can’t all go to sleep at once!
I am feeling my age.
May I feel it too?
1.It is useful to have a webcam because:
a] It is useful to comb your hair in front of it before you start writing
b] It helps the government to spy on you more cheaply and so reduces income tax.
c] It seemed a good idea at the time.
2.Public libraries are
a] Where rich people let you look at their books.
b] Where you may find a public convenience
c] A relic from our poverty-stricken past.
3. Britain is a rich country.So why do we
a] Have no public conveniences
b]Have fewer public libraries.
c] Have so many old people living in cold houses?
The doctor has strangled my genius
By giving me thyroxine insidious.
It makes me go shopping
And spend something whopping
I’m the lady who bought all those camellias!
Yes, doctors can carry out tests
And prescribe twenty four dozen wool vests.
I wear one in bed;
Alfred pants on my head.
When will he give me a rest?
Can one buy woollen briefs for old men?
Lawyers could ask to foresee them.
Before they stand trial
They wear socks of lisle
Then they put on their top hats again
As foolish as to graze on sweet iced buns;
Confusion of our enemies with friends.
For we know that life is harder than a pun
The sentences we write, we’d like to stun
In the future, payment will be grim.
On all we stole, the interest we shall lend.
Even if we have no loaded gun,
We shall in these deep graves declare the end
The triolet consists of eight lines, with two rhymes and two repeating lines. The opening line repeats itself in the fourth and seventh lines, while the second and eighth lines repeat.The triolet resembles and precedes the rondeau as a written form, in part because rondeaux were exclusively performed as courtly folk songs until the 14th century. Conversely, triolet was purely literary and spoken. In a sense, the triolet is the poetic cousin of the rondeau, since both derived from the rondel.
| Rhyme: | abaaabab |
| Structure: | Eight lines; opening line repeats in fourth and seventh lines; second and eighth lines repeat |
| Measure/Beat: | Iambic tetrameter |
| Common Themes: | Human folly, relationship, triumph, journey |
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http://www.webexhibits.org/poetry/explore_famous_free_background.html
While free verse seems modernistic, its roots go back to medieval alliterative verse and even to the Bible. The Bible’s “Song of Songs” is written in what we would now call free verse. Many of the earliest Ancient Greek poets wrote in lines unmeasured by syllables and beat while they were developing what would become lyric poetry. In later Ancient Greece and Rome, however, fixed forms such as the ode, epic, and a variety of measured lyric poetry ruled the literary land.
The promise of irregular cadence continued to beckon unconventional and narrative poets, and began appearing as vers libre in the 19th-century French poetry of Jules Laforgue and Gustave Kant. Germany’s Johann Wolfgang von Goethe also experimented with free verse. By the latter half of the century, Walt Whitman had mastered the form, and bards such as Christina Rosetti, Robert Louis Stevenson, Charles Baudelaire, Gerard Manley Hopkins, and W.E. Henley were writing free verse. Still, it wasn’t until Richard Aldington used the term “free verse” in a 1915 anthology introduction that the form took an English name.
Yet, as T.S. Eliot warned, “No verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job.” While free verse is irregular, lyrical, and unmeasured by line counts and stanzas, metrical and rhythmic precision remain just as vital as in other poetic forms.
Though love is welcome when at first it dawns
And even when it ripens in the sun
Soon may come sensations all forlorn
A dread that asks us what love might become.
For yearning as we do for hope and care
Yet don’t we fear to lose our private self?
And so to wonder,fearful, how we’ll fare
Blighting both our spirits and our health.
The risks of loss and gain are not yet known
A judgement must be made on partial facts
To be at once too trapped and too alone
To treat the other with both truth and tact
With faith and trust, we show our human face
And hope we each survive that sweet embrace
Hurt by lawless, lasting grief and pain
The image of the refugee disdained
Shows again the face within his face;
And yet he too is human in embrace
Bewildered by our contradicting aims;
Obey our Christ or keep our wealth to arm
We too are nervous when we read
The lies of men whom we have picked to lead
Who has got the couragof true gaze
To see the truth and like Our Lord be flayed?
Who will risk rejection by the mass?
Far better to avert our eyes and pass.
No one is an island, John Donne says
The bell that tolls informs and shows our way.
There are always uncountably many more subjects than we can study in a lifetime.Why?
If you can’t sleep, then daydream all night.Enjoy thinking of all those kind people who passed their jeans on to you.
How many hours should we streak, doctor?
I mean I’m gonna shriek, doctor.
Now, stay calm.It’s only a keyboard.It can’t bite you.
Don’t you understand, I want to panic! That’s why we need men.To hug us.
Did you say panic or Munich?Both seem relevant now.
As for Jerusalem, I wish it were here then the people in Israel/Palestine would have less to make trouble about.We could put the entire city into a new museum in Scotland.
Then if Trump moves the American Embassy there, it will be here, if you see what I mean.
Then we can fight on the Temple Mount while admiring the golden Mask.
That wailing wall is just what we need now to frighten Theresa May.
Theresa Maybe?
I have deleted google mail.What is the penalty?
I have broken the letter x .Does that mean nobody anywhere can do algebra now?
Can I download a new x, before I cause world -wide trouble?
Is it odd for economists to ask me why two minuses make a plus?
Do they imagine two recessions will cancel each other out?
Better to be even that be odd?
I have not learned to type but I have a frozen shoulder already.That seems to bode well.
Yahoo seems to have been lax.Why are we punished more than the ones who run everything?
“When Fascism came into power, most people were unprepared, both theoretically and practically. They were unable to believe that man could exhibit such propensities for evil, such lust for power, such disregard for the rights of the weak, or such yearning for submission. Only a few had been aware of the rumbling of the volcano preceding the outbreak.”– Erich Fromm, Escape from Freedom
Writing can make you realise that what you have experienced in real life has many more meanings that the obvious ones.My nephew was driving me on the Motorway with his 3 year old son.When the child asked was it far it seems to have reminded me of my father and how wonderful it was before he got ill, when I was 4 years old.Then. for 2.5 years he was labelled as work shy.He died from advanced lung cancer a little while later
I am convinced much “mental” illness is physical.
I am pretty sure my nephew is healthy but you never know….. his close friend is very ill.
In 2002 I thought I was losing my mind.I kept ringing Thames Water with anxieties about the drains.They were very kind.Then I got worried about the electricityEventually my new GP found I had been diagnosed with hypothyroidism 10 years before and was likely to go into a coma.For some reason, the doctor I had then had forgotten to get in touch with me.You can go crazy with it too.It is very awful feeling like that.I saw her quite a lot so how she missed telling me the test result seems very peculiar.
After I began treatment I was out buying new clothes and forgot all about the drains.But I shall always be grateful to Thames Water.
How my heart sings 