Day: Mar 3, 2017
Love of Alfred
Oh, Alfred, my beloved, do not go Do not leave, but warmth to me bestow, Lie beside me in my bed all night Succour me when stormy dreams affright. Oh , Alfred, 'tis your eyes that turn me on The green and golden light is never gone. Affection constant, touch and feeling shared. I am not embarrassed when you stare. For you , the gallant male, have ever seen My naked form well lit by Jove’s sunbeams And if I wear a gown of winceyette You love it ,as it’s made for paws of cat. Alfred,we can’t marry yet I fear. Cats can’t read the Book of Common Prayer
From the Economist
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My jokes
You know all those Coffee Shops staffed by foreigners?
Yeah.
The Government is going to build 7 meter high walls around them.
So America is going metric at last!
Why are we afraid of Arabs?
Because they invented Al-Gebra
Why are we afraid of God?
He gets our goat.
Why was Mary a virgin?
Tampax were not invented then
Why did God use Prophets?
I’m lost.
Why do they sell rock at the seaside?
They can’t sell the sea.
Why is the UK not a republic?
It’s private.
Extract from Burnt Norton T S Eliot

http://www.davidgorman.com/4Quartets/1-norton.htm
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.
Sudden in a shaft of sunlight
Even while the dust moves
There rises the hidden laughter
Of children in the foliage
Quick now, here, now, always—
Ridiculous the waste sad time
Stretching before and after.
Sex

In a government survey three per cent of British people do not know what their sexual orientation is.I don’t even understand the question.Could it be North?
It is not past

“The past continues to torment because it is not past…Simultaneity is the dream time of vengeance”
Michael Ignatieff on the Balkan war
When you’re feeling down at heel
When you’re feeling down at heel
When your soul feels like a sewer
When your thoughts make your head reel
When new thoughts are getting rare.
Recall that judgment lies with God
Rumination solves no vice
Make friends with the dark and fog
Do not ask a fool’s advice.
Then look up and see the sky
Breathe again and take in air
See the geese as home they fly
Hide with foxes in their lair
Nature heals yet also kills
Mysterious God,mysterious will.
Writing for healing
http://phyllisklein.com/writing-for-healing/the-therapeutic-benefit-of-poetry/
“Rather than diminish the excellence of the poet’s art, the poetry therapist enhances it. Poet Gregory Orr, in his book Poetry and Survival says “…the elaborative and intense patterns of poetry can…make people feel safe…the enormous disordering power of trauma needs or demands an equally powerful ordering to contain it, and poetry offers such order” (Orr, 92). Poetry structures chaos.”
Despite the scent of spring we sense in air
The scent of growth , of spring, is in the air
It urges us to wait for life is near
Despite the flowerbeds empty with despair
Yet winter left the trees and shrubs so bare.
With that emptiness we have a common fear
The scent of growth , of spring, is in the air
To emptiness and lowness we bring care.
Despite the vision bringing us to tears
Despite the flowerbeds empty with despair
We too have seasons miserable or fair.
In our darkness monsters may appear
Despite the scent of spring we sense in air
Like faces children see when they long stare.
From the patterned wall paper they leer
We need the faith that growth comes from despair
Now we shed a handful of salt tears
For memories that slide down all our years
The scent of growth , of spring, is in the air
To tempt the flowerbeds empty with despair.
Are there rules in writing free verse?

http://writersrelief.com/blog/2009/06/free-verse-the-hidden-rules-of-free-verse-poetry/
Free verse is a challenging form that utilizes the natural cadences of common speech to create rhythm in lieu of the strict usage of meter found in classic forms. Free verse is the breaking of some old rules and the utilization of new tools, not the elimination of any and all rules.
