The clash of narratives

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mythos

Pronunciation /ˈmʌɪθɒs//ˈmɪθɒs/

NOUN

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  • 1A myth or mythology.

    ‘the Arthurian mythos’
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    1. 1.1 (in literature) a traditional or recurrent narrative theme or plot structure.
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    2. 1.2 A set of beliefs or assumptions about something.
      ‘the rhetoric and mythos of science create the comforting image of linear progression toward truth’
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We see in darkness tongues of fire.

Signs and symbols guide the route.
Love gives the soul her appetite.
Though the night is black and starless,
The inner guide is never careless.
The notes are struck, the tune is played,
Plain melodies are overlaid.
In this chant and benediction
Healing comes for desolation.
Though the passage way is narrow,
This road is the one to follow.
Struggling through the mud and mire,
We see in darkness tongues of fire.
The sacred centre of our life
Is never found without some strife.
Just then, the dark and light combine.
To create a symbol for the mind

Words cluster in beautiful groups

1.
Words are like beads on a chain
Alone they can’t take any strain.
But joined up in gold
A sentence we mould
A prayer is repeated again.

2

Words cluster in beautiful groups
Waiting for writers to stoop.
Then instead of one word
A sentence is heard,
Some call this poetry soup.

3.

Professors do not create any words,
Which from the unconscious are lured
They only critique
What you and I speak.
After conversing and writing, they’re third.

Politics and domesticity: Susan Griffin

 

 

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Poet Details

b. 1943
Poet, essayist, and playwright Susan Griffin was born in 1943 in Los Angeles, California. An early awareness of the horrors of World War II and her childhood in the High Sierras have had an enduring influence on her work, which includes poetry, prose, and mixed genre collections. A playwright and radical feminist philosopher, Griffin has also published two books in a proposed trilogy of “social autobiography.” Her work considers ecology, politics, and feminism, and is known for its innovative, hybrid form. Her collections in this vein include Woman and Nature: The Roaring Inside Her (1978); A Chorus of Stones: The Private Life of War (1982), which was a finalist for both the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Critics Award, won a BABRA Award, and was a New York Times Notable Book; The Eros of Everyday Life: Essays on Ecology, Gender, and Society (1995); What Her Body Thought: A Journey into the Shadows (1999); The Book of Courtesans: A Catalog of their Virtues (2001); and Wrestling with the Angel of Democracy: On Being an American Citizen (2008). Her play, Voices (1975), won an Emmy and has been performed throughout the world. She also co-edited, with Karen Loftus Carrington, the anthology Transforming Terror: Remembering the Soul of Terror (2011). In addition to her numerous books on society and ideas, Griffin has written several volumes of poetry, including Dear Sky (1971); Like the Iris of an Eye (1976); Unremembered Country (1987), which won the Commonwealth Club’s Silver Medal for Poetry; and Bending Home: Selected and New Poems 1967-1998 (1988).
 
Griffin’s poetry is known for its minimalist style and interest in politics and the domestic. Unremembered Country has been described as a poetic mosaic of female self-discovery. “All of the poems are written in a tightly controlled, minimal style,” commented Bill Tremblay in American Book Review, “that witnesses to the most serious crises in our lives, even to the ‘unspeakable’ cruelties, while at the same time not becoming ‘another facet of the original assault.’“ Griffin’s prose collections also consider ideas of crises and feminism, and are frequently as combative as they are elegant. The magazine Ms. described Griffin’s Woman and Nature as “cultural anthropology, visionary prediction, literary indictment, and personal claim. Griffin’s testimony about the lives of women throughout Western civilization reveals extensive research from Plato to Galileo to Freud to Emily Carr to Jane Goodall to Adrienne Rich… Griffin moves us from pain to anger to communion with and celebration of the survival of woman and nature,” the reviewer concluded.

Bad mothers?

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The Bad Mother

The bad mother wakes from dreams
of imperfection trying to be perfection.
All night she’s engineered a train
too heavy with supplies
to the interior. She fails.
The child she loves
has taken on bad habits, cigarettes
maybe even drugs. She
recognizes lies. You don’t
fool me, she wants to say,
the bad mother, ready to play
and win.
This lamb who’s gone –
this infant she is
pinioned to – does not listen,
she drives with all her magic down a
different route to darkness where
all life begins.
“The Bad Mother” from Bending Home: Selected Poems 1967-1998 by Susan Griffin. Published in 1998 by Copper Canyon Press. http://www.coppercanyonpress.org
Source: Bending Home: Selected Poems 1967-1998 (Copper Canyon Press, 1998)
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Then why it asked my number, I forgot

I tried to put my card in the right slot
Then  why it asked my number, I forgot
The people waiting all began to moan
So I took their picture with my mobile phone.

I’m posting it on Twitter  just for fame
It’s about time I  found  some other folks to blame
I never sign a cheque nor write with pens
As my spectacles have lost their plastic lens.

I sat down on an armchair in the Bank
And  as I did I felt my spirits sink
How will I get money or pay bills?
By the way, I just made 9 new wills.

After I had  used a credit card
I went outside; I felt my morning marred
Then  suddenly  my PIN came to my mind
My face smoothed out and lost those extra lines.

I might have it tattooed onto my arm
An action like the  Nazis might   acclaim
They numbered  Jews of Europe, stamped on them
That was when the countdown was begun.

How they tried to take their dignity.
The Jews recited Kaddish quietly
They praised Lord G-d and thanked him,  giving praise
For G-d is most mysterious in his ways.

The Nazis were the first to number man.
And decorate our arms with numbers, what elan.
But now the government seems very kind.
Or else I’m stupid, mad and  blind

Numbers have their place but we need names
We’re human and live in a larger  frame
Once we were baptised   and  named to G-d
Now we’re numbers so computers hold the Rod.

For numbers need no spelling  like words do
My name is Thornthwaite, morning, how d’ye do?
It’s so difficult to spell it makes men shout.
You’re number 870 nine trillion noughts.

One day they’ll have us microchipped
They’ll herd us into lines with their strong whips.
And as we  read the Fifty Shades we see know
The forest glades are better than Soho.

Fear of cashpoints

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I forgot the PIN for my debit card owing to trying to hurry and because I’d not used it for 3 months,.I used my credit card.They charge interest from the day you make the withdrawal and it is about 4%.They tried to charge me £25 for cancelling a cheque I had lost within the house until I gave them a choice

1 Take your  £25 and I close my account
2.Cancel the charge

They chose 2