Day: February 25, 2017

Going to the bathroom

 

Apparently  a new law is being passed which says we have to prove we are male or female biologically before entering the boys’ or girls’ bathroom
This is a really good idea because it will create thousands of new jobs.Because every   toilet outside of our own home we will have to be inspected to make sure we are in the right toilet.So a new job of willy inspector is to be created
Men and boys will have to show their willies to the guard outside the toilet and if they have none they will be sent to the girl’s toilet.But that is harrassment to  make them show they are trans in public.Surely that is not  kind.
But as revealing your willy  in public is a crime you may get arrested for indecent behaviour.The next minute you will wet yourself.I foresee a big rise in sales of nappies.Then you will be in prison awaiting trial and there are no toilets as the government can’t afford inspectors in prisons
The numbers of judges will rise and even the judges will have to bare their willies if they want to go to the men’s toilets and then they will be arrested too which is whimsical
It could be that 50 % of the population will be employed  inspecting others’ organs
Then the next hard question is: what if the willy inspector wants to go to the toilet? Is this like Russell’s paradox?
Meantime, how will people queuing for the ladies prove they are ladies biologically ?The best way is to make it a crime  for  women to wear clothes.Then we can all see whether they have willies and it could make some of us  more neurotic
We can manage without clothes like the Patagonians
.Of course  some men might be affected by naked women in their offices but there is always a difficulty which can be over come.The main trouble here is for trans females.The answer is  to let women trans or not use separate cubicles  in the toilets so nobody will see their organs of whatever kind.
We’ll see more new crimes like women arrested  for walking round the shops wearing dresses.Then the police will undress them in public.Remember France last summer?
So we will need more police and we will have all the clothes shops going bust.
Why not have just one lot of toilets for everybody.No urinals,jusy lots of  cubicles? I never liked urinals.They are  a form  of abuse to women… harrassment, you’ve seen nothing yet.They are just so men can show off

And suppose some men like exposing themselves?They’d be at the toilet 10 times an hour.When would they work?
The whole thing is a farce.
Let’s all go behind a  Bush.

Where am I?

BY PAUL CELAN
TRANSLATED BY PIERRE JORIS
Where am I
today?
The dangers, all,
with their appliance,
hickishly gamey,
pitchfork-high
the heavensfallow hoisted,
the losses, chalkmouthed—you
upright mouths, you tables!—
in the disangled town,
harnessed to glimmerhackneys,
—goldtrace, counterheaved
goldtrace!—,
the bridges, overjoyed by the stream,
love, up there in the branch,
niggling at the coming-escaping
the Great Light
elevated to a spark,
on the right of the rings
and all gain.

Pig in smoke,louse on fire

  • Pig in smoke,louse on fire
  • A pink jelly set so I trifled
  • Grace for everything and everything in God’s grace
  • I am vague on both your houses
  • A fiddle wrapped up in an enigma cause Customs  to crack my code and make me sing
  • A rolling bone gathers no dental floss
  • Your hose by any other name would smell as sweet,,
  •  I got Trump ‘flu.
  • A safe lair for bands,
  • The sea  cringed in the Tempest
  • I shot across the flow like an arrow in  Ariel
  • A chamber pot is a charm ,
  • Boa shot in  the ark,Noah on trial
  • A  what in the dark?
  • Short but fun bedding,
  • A Site for Sore Eyes,
  • A grudge hammer to knock him flat
  • A worry  blight
  • A  room full of  lovers helps the medicine go down,

The Humour of the Numinous.

 

 

Courage helps the heart and helps perceive

After loss comes shock then  follows grief
We  learn in little steps the loved one’s gone
Unless we  want to lie and make believe

Courage helps the heart and helps perceive
The wounding  blows  that hit us one by one
After loss comes shock and, later, grief

Unless we wish  to spurn and not   receive.
The  grace  which comes with truth can be foregone
When we  like to lie and make believe

Without mourning, no-one  can conceive
Creative living   may  have  been and  gone
After loss comes shock and, later, grief

Forgo  your friendship with  those who  deceive
Find  the  source of love which dwells within
Do we  wish to lie and make believe?

Misperception is the home of sin
Attacked,deceived , wrapped up in   virtual din
But after loss , we must digest  our grief
Unless we  wish to live in make belief

A virtual wall stops grace from being shared.

The still,small voice no longer can be heard.
The  sacred, silent space  unoccupied
No burning bush nor tempest speak The Word.

We centre our   whole self on the absurd
For iPads cannot pass through any eye
The still,small voice no longer can be heard.

God no longer feels inclined to share.
The golden cloud  of angels  cannot fly
No burning bush nor tempest speak The Word.

The altar’s stripped,  the rituals  are nightmares.
The ancient priest says Mass and wonders why
The still,small voice no longer can be heard.

A  virtual wall stops grace from being shared.
Jesus is made flesh and , silent, dies
No burning bush nor tempest speak The Word.

No man is an island,John Donne cried
But now there is no truth to satisfy
The still,small voice no longer can be heard.
No burning bush nor tempest speak The Word.

Poems of anxiety and uncertainty

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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/articles/detail/92189

 

“Poets are seekers and questioners. They explore the unknown and help to give it shape. The insights and wisdom in the following poems below are hard-won; more often, it is simply the naming of the fear—personal, spiritual, or political—that offers solace, reminding us that people are connected by our worries and doubts as well as our joys. By resisting closure and easy answers and sounding out the darkness, these poems remind us that poetry has always been able to cope with uncertainties, ambiguities, and shades of gray.”