Month: January 2017

Mystical experience


 
Red rose
  • A beam of light passed through my eyes
  • And showed to me a world disguised
  •  So near, yet far, we do not see,
    Unless by gift of grace redeemed.

    That world is full of peace and calm
    Its colours mingle like a balm
    In such a moment all thought dies
    Revealing Love which underlies.

    Colours  brush my naked eye
    Sunlight offers new designs.
    I stand enthralled, and do not wish
    For one delight, other than this.

    My breath slows down, and filled with joy,
    I  rove my eyes with bliss to toy.
    Everything is all itself.
    This is now our living wealth.

    Beneath the noise of city traffic,
    This mellow joy, love soporific,
    Such depth and peace is always near
    When we choose Love and turn from fear

In the late winter, snails and worms, ever slower is my theme

 

Winter weather, frost and sky,

See white geese and silver stars.

Two cooing doves with collars red,

Watching out for seeded bread.

From the sun  ,low in the sky,

Light falls slantwise to my eyes.

Trees bud though invisible,

Nothing that my eyes can see.

Bulbs shoot up from dark cold soil

Where worms and beetles quietly toil.

We take for granted air and sky,

Love the birds we see fly by

But who loves the worms and slugs

And those creatures we call bugs.

So in our dark cold winter time,

Praise these creatures in the grime.

Without these worms, our crops would die.

No cornfields for us to lie

Midst the poppies bright red flowers

Revelling in soft summery bowers.

Praise the snails and bees and ants

For these and spiders, let’s give thanks.

As the lightness needs the dark,

From darkness come life-giving sparks.

Enrich darkness with our gifts

Look not always to the swift.

Slow and patient like these worms,

Nature’s lowness is my theme

A night to remember

 
 
 

Stan was wearing his best suit topped by a denim apron polishing the big windows with a microfibre cloth as he waited breathlessly for his stunning wife.Mary entered the room wearing a long purple and mauve dress which clung somewhat tightly to the curvaceous contours of her beautifully rounded body.On her feet she had some smart pewter ballet slippers and in her elegant hand she carried a huge pewter clutch bag which contained some of her many medications.She addressed Stan,”I think I can leave my handbag behind if I put my mouth spray into my bra.”
“That somehow detracts from the romance of the evening.” Stan pronounced openly.~
“Well,you know, I never had a cleavage until lately and I felt I ought to make the most of it.”
“Surely I should be the one make the most of it,” he riposted jocosely.
“Of course you may.my angel, but not in the restaurant”  she answered back sweetly
“I’ll put your spray in my pocket then, shall I?”
Suddenly the doorbell rang.”Who’s this?”It was Annie, their next door neighbour. she was wearing a coral velvet track suit with matching Reeboks and sun hat .”Hi,I just came in with a little prezzie” She declaimed.In her hand was a huge box of chocolates..
“Gosh, Mary, you look lovely in that beautiful long dress but you’re not going on your bike, are you?”
“No, we are having a cab, but it’s not come as yet.”
“Well, never mind.I’ll ring 999 and get them to send an emergency ambulance for you!”
Fortunately, as luck would have it the minicab flew through the sky and it was only as they were entering the restaurant that Stan realised he was still wearing his old denim apron.
“Shall I take it off?” he pondered.
On the pro side ,I will look smarter ,on the con side ,I might spill some soup down my front.I wish I’d done more logic at college.So he kept it on.Mary didn’t seem to notice.She just took him for granted.
If he stood on his head and sang”Jerusalem” she probably wouldn’t pay any attention.
Then he noticed that Mary was wearing an apron too.It was the same colour as her dress.What a brilliant idea , he thought.”There may be money in this.” He could start a small business,”Aprons R You” selling lovely aprons in all colours of the rainbow.
Suddenly he heard noises ,he awoke and heard Mary shouting “How can you go to sleep when you are out with me?”
“Would you prefer me to recite the Periodic Table?” he snapped gently.
“I’d like a poem,” she cried…
All right, Petal, I’ll think of one soon.In the meantime would you like a fool?”
“No.I’ve got you,” she responded ungraciously.
“I mean for a pudding?”
“Oh , yes, please.A Rubik fool would be lovely.It will pass the time.You know I get so bored.”
“Well, I do my best but it’s hard keeping up with you.Would you like to read a few truth tables whilst I finish my meat.”
He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small leather bound book.
“Truth tables and levitation for geniuses,” by Bertha Russell.
“Oh, Stan , this looks interesting.I’ve always wanted to fly like an angel or an owl.”
“It’s never too late to say never.” he responded.
“Whatever do you mean?”
“I don’t know.Just because a sentence is grammatically correct doesn’t imply that it means something.”
“Yes, quite right.And conversely, a sentence can mean something even when it’s not grammatically correct.”
“Isn’t thinking exciting!”
“Yes, indeed.I was thinking how exciting it will be to go to bed with you.”
“Wow, good grammar and full of meaning.I am yours.I am like a ripe plum ready to drop off the tree.I am a cat ready to mate.I am a song waiting to be sung.”
“Gosh, are metaphors your bete noir?”
“Je ne parle pas Francais.”
“Aimez vous ein Nederlander?”
“Sprechen sie Deutsche?”
Ist sein mutter immer krank?”
And so they trotted off happily to bed like two pigs in clover, as Shakespeare might have said when drunk.

What happens when it rains?

I have put all my photos on the Cloud.What happens when it rains?
Which cloud is it and why?
Sometimes there are no clouds so where are my photos then?
Is it the Cloud of Unknowing?
They say my cloud is full.Shall I wait till it rains and see what happens?
How do  clouds get here? If  they are mist could my photos appear on someone’s windscreen?Would I be legally to blame if the car crashes.
My computer has crashed.Have I got third party insurance?
I can’t afford a computer.Shall I buy an abacus instead?

Spider Router

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My router has no SatNav.Shall I make a hole in it and glue one in?
I super glued my Chromebook to a tray.Now It won’t fit into my bag.Shall I buy a new Chromebook or a new bag? Or give up entirely and iron my camera?

I think BT re-routed me.Where are google maps when you have no computer?Are they in the public library?

My phone browser is unsupported.Does it need a stand?Can I download a wooden one free?

I have lost interest in the web.Can I buy some spiders to use it?Will they breed?

I found a new world wide web– of lies

firstfruitI found a new world wide web– of lies.
I found the internet spelt internment in the newspaper.And you don’t bother with a trial.If they pick you, that’s it,free, gratis and even water skiing.Or was it hoarding?Can one hoard water?
My bladder burst!
I said I was browsing the web, not buying a  wooden  head.
She just can’t get rejected as yet.Bee Tree and Yolk Yolk and Who’d a  phoned are all offering her big disc  counts
What’s a world wide web of fear? Don’t do anything, it’s  almost here.
I think I  have no feelings , none at all.I am just a box of bricks.
You could have over-ruled me at night.
Try Outernet, the extraverts internet.
Why not invent a new word? Is it a sin? No it’s a sim.
Why not sin with your sim?
Ring the White House and
ask for  mercy for the over -aged.
From the over-raged…..
it’s
doubt-rageous!

Rejoice now for it ends debate


The fire that cleanses, consummates.
Rejoice now for  it ends debate
 
I   been dead for four  years, dear
Bury me  for love is here.
 
Death repeats itself in song
In the waves where  sailors sinned.
 
Ancestral  voices call to me:
For Jesus’ sake, make us some tea.
 
Jesus, master, make me strong.
Heretic , I loved your song.
 
Show yourself to me, your child.
I have waited , sweet beguiled.

I would see you, can not wait

Tragic is many girls’ fate.
 
Slain by  men whom  they loved deep
Love is murder and it’s cheap.
 
Whores are paid and get rewards.
Bitterness is far too hard.
 
Men are lonely, so they say,
Did you come here to get laid?
 
Yet men must marry and then slay.
You can buy them on E bay
 
Paypal is a women’s friend
Pay St Peter and ascend.
 
Your little face is wrinkled now
Suffer me to stroke your brow.
 
You tried so hard to  choose  the path
Did you hear the primrose laugh?
 
Goodbye, my dove,I hear the call
Take me soon and take me all.

“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well”

“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well”
St Julian of Norwich

Trust the unknown force that grew you,
From the joining of two cells.
Act of love, of mutual giving,
Created you, a   unique self.

Trust the dark, the unseen aspects
Of the life we all must live.
Trust that there is wisdom elsewhere,
To your emptiness to give.

Wait in patience for the time
When inspiration comes at last
Trust in darkness, silence,lowness.
Opposition forms the cross.

Pain is bearable in lowness,
Like the worm,in earth I dwell.
When I look I see the sunrise
And I trust all shall be well.

With trepidation

 

To write a poem will take our entire heart
Our mind and soul, our body and our dreams.
With trepidation, take a pen and start

Let preconceptions, though well meant, depart
Creative work evades such plans and schemes
To write a poem will shake the entire heart

We travel lands unknown without a chart.
With our courage, trust the dark unseen
For inspiration, take a pen and write

We bite the apple, bitter, hard and tart
Knowledge enters in its dream -like streams
To write a poem will move each living heart

No logic, reasoning, signs, however wrought
Will bring to life the holy pattern’s themes
With each image, still your dreaming hear

The earth, the oceans, seas, the sacred scenes
Where humans live out daily what life means
To write a poem, we need the mystic heart.
In emptiness, we fill our pens, we start

The perils of voice activate software.

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99.The Avenue,Penrith,Cumberland

32 Jan 2017

 

Hi Sue ,I hope you’re having a nice weekend. I went to my nephew’s yesterday.I found a text message on my phone which  he has left the previous evening but I haven’t seen it and why did see if I drank brandy. I texted you back saying find a second term. he said I’ll be with you in 45 minutes, Dina Trump
I thought to myself,  it was tomorrow that I was there and I was wondering if I felt well enough to go out because I’ve been feeling silly ; they know you if you let go I just hope I’m not going to feel down for the next four years
I asked if it looking at Donald Trump  on the news make me ill. Why don’t  we have to try without exception and I really enjoyed playing with  the nephew’s  children’s  toys
While they sell at the same table really know how we do it at their father and I had a really interesting mathematical description of how is a little more  than the LEGO tower go round and round the face of the plate with hole in the middle understand more than two marbles they don’t know when his circles around ellipses Fortunately he doesn’t know any mathematics now because I was wondering about  him and ask him if you are fully closing down to describe the motion of these marbles light is bad enough trying to write the frozen differential  situation and done to describe a smooth a billiard  ball rolling down a smooth surface at a certain speed ; having to calculate  about how far it will go before it stops after its reach the bottom of the tilted surface.Who wants to gnaw that?
Who are my brother had a real problem with that because he kept saying to me , but there’s no such thing as a completely smooth surface.
I thought to myself, he doesn’t understand this is a time difference game of Mathematics that you have to pretend that the world has some simplicity places in order to solve the problem and when you couldn’t get used to dealing with that level of problem you may then be able to mate ….I moved to a slightly higher level.

One  ofter many many centuries you might even get nearer to the actual real world
You say I want to clear all the mathematics students terribly hard if you don’t know the symbols it’s only dealing with it many  topics is quite simple problems compared to bringing up children or dealing with problems in your marriage or having all your teeth taken out at the dentist in fact many of us really do you ms.turbate and then escape from reality without going crazy why it just put ms.turbate instead of mathematics makes me wonder about the people who have created the software by which my voice is made into typing a little it freezes but there no longer  a tea leaf that perturbation is a mortal sin and that everybody will go to hell, making  freezers lonely.
I was riding a joke about psychoanalysis and introduces blessing ham certain problem with a little series of experience french fries explain the term babies that don’t develop something called  autoeroticism are more likely to have psychological problems when they were  ground up, because it means that they will not have taken me  in  as  an image of the mother into the inner space where she can comfort them when they’re going through difficult time with a real life later on as adults or even when they go to school .

Why it’s quite amazing, we used to be real because we don’t know anything about it.
Oh, there’s a girl in my class, she was rather well developed and she said she became pregnant and she did have a boyfriend but they didn’t know that what they had done was sex

.I suppose he would just like to young cats

or two younger deer.
whatever

Maybe that’s what it was meant to be like this it just happens and it’s perfectly acceptable to be pregnant when you’re 16 especially when you’re as well directed  as this girl
well I’m afraid I have to go and make some tea now so I hope that you’re enjoying a pleasant weekend playing with your travel toys and avoiding mathematics like the plague unless it makes you feel better.Dirac, the answer to a depressive’s prayer.Not
Ever yours,Grace Full

She says she has blue tooth

She says she has blue tooth.That sounds like a horrible disease.I hope it’s not catching.
The Queen has blue blood.Is it Quink?
I broke my fountain pen.I was doing Su Doku in the loo.So you can guess what happened.I fell off the seat and the pen stabbed the cat’s tail and pinned it to the carpet.Why the cat is always there I can’t imagine.Anyway. he got angry and bit the pen , which jumped up   suddenly went down his throat nib first
So we’ve written him off ! And sent the pen to prison.

I have lost the internet.I am abashed

They say I have no connection the internet.Are some humans related to it?

doodlingThey say I have no connection the internet.Are some humans related to it?
I have lost the internet.Could it be in Lost Property?Can I borrow my neighbour’s?
I can’t get online.Why don’t they make it wider? so it would be on a double line.But then we couldn’t park…….you can’t win
You make me feel so rung.Please phone somebody else!
I had a Brief Encounter.My husbands pants fell down.I told him he had lost weight but he wouldn’t believe me.Now he will fit through the Eye on any Needle.Thank you, God.
Could Trump fit through the eye of an embroidery needle?
As my husband got thinner I got fatter.Is that fair?
I want to open a new blog but I have no money.Can I steal one?
Missing: Old blog in good condition.Micro-shipped.Rewards offered for anyone who returns it unchanged.
I sleep with my blog.Is it a sin?
The cat sleeps on my Kindle Fire because he doesn’t get it’s a metaphor.Cats!
At least I don’t leave my eyes on my i pad.They’re on the phone!
Well, they were.
No,I can’t come to work today.I have lost my eyes.

Loo parking? We have few public loos here!

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Not a loo by Kate

News From Elsewhere

China city unveils parking spaces for toilet breaks

By News from Elsewhere……as found by BBC Monitoring
  • 20 January 2017
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A close up of on of the parking spaces with text in Chinese reading: Special toilet useImage copyrightXI’AN CITY PRESS OFFICE
Image captionThe spaces are clearly marked as being for toilet users only

A city in central China now has free parking spaces reserved for drivers who need to answer the call of nature while on the road.

Spaces have been marked in yellow on main roads in Xi’an, close to 50 of the city’s public toilets, the Hua Shang Bao newspaper reports. Each one is designated as a “special toilet use” space and there’s a 15 minute time limit for drivers who park in them, so anyone who tries to take advantage of the spots to go shopping will be fined. The city’s traffic police are also asking people to report any cars that occupy the spaces long-term.

One local driver told China Daily that he was pleased to find a place where he could pause for a quick toilet break without having to pay. And this is only the first phase of city’s plan for loo-friendly spaces. Xi’an has more than 1,300 public toilets and traffic police say they’re looking to create more

Dust balls

 darliCats on the hill
When yet another fluff ball is discovered
Hiding by the bookcase near my bed.
I ponder on the process which produces this
As I sit here gobbling a large boiled egg.
When yet another stain upon the carpet
Cannot be removed by water or by foam.
I wonder if I’m cut out for cleaning.
This is certainly not a man’s Ideal Home.
But let me not waste time on practicalities.
Life is far more precious than is dirt.
I’ll change my dress and put on a new outfit.
Or perhaps just wear a long white linen shirt.
When he comes home I’ll tell him I’m in love again.
With him who is my darling and my man.

Averse to Trump

https://www.boston.com/news/national-news/2017/01/13/averse-to-trump-americas-poets-fight-back-with-words

By
WILLIAM J. KOLE
AP,
January 13, 2017

BOSTON (AP) — America’s leading poets are averse to Donald Trump, and they’re not about to go gentle organised good night.

Poetry slams and other literary events are being organized nationwide in the run-up to the president-elect’s Jan. 20 inauguration.

Some, like this weekend’s “Writers Resist” rallies in New York, Boston and 90 other U.S. cities, are overtly in protest. Others are merely an attempt to find a little solace and beauty in verse.

“Our country was founded on brilliant writing,” said Erin Belieu, an award-winning poet who runs the creative writing program at Florida State University. She hatched the Writers Resist movement “to re-inaugurate the best of our democratic ideals.”

Who is responsible?

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Psychological Projection – Are You Making Everyone Else Responsible?

Most often psychological projection is something we put onto another person, but it is possible to project onto an inanimate object or even situation. For example, ‘this car is so embarrassing it’s why no woman wants to date me’ or ‘I wasn’t stressed at all, it was just that we had to go to that funeral’ could both be forms of projection.

Psychological projection can be about positive attributes too, not just ones you perceive as negative. If you constantly think other people are very powerful and focussed, it could be that you are too insecure to see that you are these things yourself.

how to stop projecting

And it’s not just individuals who practise psychological projection. It can also be something we do as a group or as a society. For example, when a workplace starts to fall, the very managers who were not pulling their weight will blame the higher boss as lazy.

It could even be said there is projection in the way we now make terrorists the source of all evil in society without ever looking at the ways we are cruel and unkind to others ourselves, or don’t pull our own weight within communities and globally.

Source: http://www.harleytherapy.co.uk/counselling/psychological-projection-are-you-making-everyone-else-responsible.htm#ixzz4WOkW82QU

Writing makes me breathe differently

Sometimes writing makes me breathe differently.
I can feel the silence settle around me,
Like a prayer shawl.
i accept it gratefully.
There’s a thin feeling to the day
As if the sun might have tried harder
to come through
But it had a blue feeling
And the clouds were greedy,
Wanting too much to melt
And shed their moisture.
Some perfume please.I think it was £27.99
Yes,I like that one even more than jasmine oil.
Pour it down over London
Like a  blessing.
A black woman laughed and patted my arm,
You’re so funny, she cried.
And I smiled coyly
As if someone hidden was taking my photograph.
Sometimes life’s too sweet
And needs a little pepper.
The chair creaks as I lean forward
Trying to see everything at once
As if it all happened now, not yesterday.

The other

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“But to Levinas, the Other provides a path to transcendence, a way to find meaning, indeed ecstasy. In Totality and Infinity Levinas writes
,“Meaning is the face of the Other.”
 Face-to-face relations with the Other imparts knowledge, creates connection. As Levinas scholar Adriaan Peperzak writes:
“When Levinas meditates on the significance of the face, he does not describe the complex figure that could be portrayed by a picture or painting; rather, he tries to make us ‘experience’ or ‘realize’ what we see, feel, ‘know’ when another, by looking at me, ‘touches’ me: autrui me vise; the other’s visage looks at me, ‘regards’ me.”

Where fishes reel and dance

 

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Photo Eileen 2016  Copyright

Thought, the vision of the inner eye,
Peers behind the mask of mundane view
A choosing of the best of what comes by
Not the monsters on the Daily News

Thought to me is vision without words;
Needs silent presentation  and review.
The words  translate the images  that surge
Then fall back to the ocean where they grew.

Like coloured visions of the  deep sea bed
Where fishes reel and dance, where life is new.
What we  mean  with difficulty’s said
Yet evocation summons  it to view.

Let my  words evoke my love  of you;
And answer me with many   kisses new.

When the hidden prisoner wails

He said his wife had died, she was a suicide
Could I bring her back to die more right?
He said his wife had died, oh,the children cried
A rope, a noose,  the plank , a fearful sight.

If she died  again of cancer, that would be  alright.
Many folk are with you on that cancer ride.
Oh,oh, oh, keep their eyelids tight.
Children must not see just how this mother died.

It’s  too, too  ,too sad for a man to feel he’s failed.
The dark depressions, the tigers in the night.
The psychotic rage, when the hidden prisoner  wails
Deep, down,  dark, where dead eyes  give the only light.

He said, hypnotise me, get her image back
I’ll ask her  how to feel  when she is broken
I’ll  ask her how to touch her when   her heart won’t open
I’ll ask her to leave a  trace, a track.
I can’t go with her, for her children’s sake.
Ask her why our love didn’t heal her crack.
What tool, what thought, what grace did I lack?

Why do others manage when she could not?
I never knew she dwelt in such a lonely spot.
The bell jar and the spider are so  cruel,  so flat.
It’s over now, I’ll carry the children in their baby cots.

I ‘m the lord of the deserted  at the altar pack
My eyes are ice, I smile and all my teeth are black.
Can I ever be human again?
Can I allow, feel, touch this,her pain?

 

 

Hillary Clinton in LRB

As Sady Doyle noted, ‘she can’t be sad or angry, but she also can’t be happy or amused, and she also can’t refrain from expressing any of those emotions. There is literally no way out of this one. Anything she does is wrong.’ One merely had to imagine a woman candidate doing what Trump did, from lying to leering, to understand what latitude masculinity possesses. ‘No advanced step taken by women has been so bitterly contested as that of speaking in public,’ Susan B. Anthony said in 1900. ‘For nothing which they have attempted, not even to secure the suffrage, have they been so abused, condemned and antagonised.’ Or as Mary Beard put it last year, ‘We have never escaped a certain male cultural desire for women’s silence.