Day: May 31, 2017

If you die in the night, please don’t groan

Please do not use smartphones whilst  crawling to the toilet

Please do not fall again after rising from the bed.

Kindly do not tell the doctor he is stupid.He knows.

The doctor is only a pest sometimes.So act accordingly

Kindly pretend to listen to the Consultant on his round.He is human , we presume

Kindly do not eat cream buns or meringues in front of the Consultant.He is on a diet.

Kindly avoid catching any bugs belonging to or emanating from this hospital.

Kindly do not sleep-talk whilst here.

Please do not swallow your Kindle before lights out.

Keep yourself clean.Take a bed by the open window during a storm.

Kindly avoid dying when we are busy.Wait for an opening on the calendar

If you die in the night, please don’t groan

Try to see it my way

 

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For six years as a student I wore just the one winter skirt. which I shortened each autumn [being unable to buy a mini..] Then I graduated and bought a  top.My tutor didn’t recognise me after that.He was a man, of course.
Eventually, I began to use Tampax for convenience.My mother said, The Bishop doesn’t approve.
I said, you told the Bishop? That was very rude.My privacy was violated not by the tampon but by  the Church
I thought only Jesus saw us in the bathroom until we menstruated.Then nobody saw us.
I decided to lapse as Catholics are just trembling on the edge of being psychotic, paranoid maniacs.
The first time you lapse it seems frightening.But not as a bad as Hell.After that, you can lapse a lot and it seems normal.It probably is normal statistically.I tried to lapse from teaching but my husband kept asking for detention.I had to give him lines.Also, money, clothes, pay the mortgage and have at least six miscarriages.Then we got married.The rest is silence.It’s wrong to gossip about your husband.Or anyone really but what else can I do? Have another miscarriage of twins? Try to see it my way.No, don’t risk it.It’s  like Scott of the Antarctic.
The Word stuttered as it was being made Flesh so L.Cohen said.What a mind.What a face!

As if she will ever buy new clothes!

Chick pea pie and cats for the lively - Glimpses between the cracks:Alice's Looking Glass

Old sketch by me
As the start of the academic year approached, Dr. Rosa Benchez realised she was very behind with her wonderful list of plans.She intended to buy a new wardrobe and studied various treatises such as
Plan your perfect capsule for all possible occasions”
On the face of it, judging by the people in the shopping centre and the doctor’s waiting room most of Britain had already done that.
Skin tight short legged jeans from Tesco’s or Artigiano combined with varied T-shirts, sweatshirts or pyjama jackets, all worn with trainers and old knackered socks seemed to be thought ideal for almost every part of life.
In fact, some young women wore what looked like tights with no skirt on top as if to assert the rights of the vulva to be acknowledged wherever it might be, except in bed.
However, in some workplaces, people were expected to look slightly better dressed or  more creatively dressed if they worked for Advertising Agencies
Rosa had  won some money on the lottery and decided to spend it on  her clothes/
Here, look at this she said to Annie, once the mistress of Stan her neighbour, but now working for MI 7 training spies
What is it? Annie muttered nastily
It’s a blog about building a capsule wardrobe
Why can’t you decide for yourself, Annie asked cheekily?
I have never bought new clothes before except underwear. skinI am unsure about it
Thank the Lord for that!Second-hand underwear!More hot hand underwear would suit me.
I think that is blasphemy, Rosa told her boldly.
Don’t be ridiculous.Surely G-d must have a sense of humour, Annie cried
But what exactly is a sense of humour? I could laugh out loud seeing Trump shoving other politicians out of his way, but it’s a mournful kind of laughter, Rosa admitted.
Well, would G-d make jokes, Annie asked mutinously?
He made Donald Trump, Rosa teased her amiably
I  am sure DT would be ok if he were in a  different job.Quite what I cannot imagine.Selling rubbish to fools? Rosa mumbled.
Anyway, we have wandered off the path of righteousness.What clothes shall I buy?
How about five cashmere sweaters and five cashmere skirts and five pairs of beautiful flat shoes?
Then two pairs of skin-tight blue jeans and four skin tight T-shirts with logos or slogans on the front, like

Donkeys  bray with Theresa May
Hey, let’s pray for Madam May
Jeremy Corbyn, I  find he’s calming
I am a socialist.I  like to be kissed
B B Netanyahu, what on earth’s he gonna do?
Saudi Arabia, I’ll take euthanasia
The Sinai dessert makes women flirt
Palestinian olive oil  makes my onions boil
Cross over the Jordan, what is your poison?
Vote  for the Lib Dems, I’m a gentle old man
Bless me, Father.I have sinned, rather.
It is 10 minutes since my last Confession
Where is the nearest Catholic church? Thank you
I suffer from scruples, where are the loopholes?
I  ruminate daily, I’m the most perfect failure
We’re all here for a reason.Logic is treason
Theresa May but she will pay.
Theresa Might see the Light… do not wait for it will affright
If you are willing, I’d like a new filling
My dentist is a good.She pays me for my blood.
Free self-esteem now
I am a here now

I think we’d better have a nice cup of tea now , Rosa shouted.I’ll get my clothes in the Oxfam Shop
Emile purred as he liked Charity Shops where the staff were so kind to animals.Wy there where such shops devoting their entire profits to helping homeless cats.Who could ask for more?
And you’ll need a coat, cried Annie.And a mac! I’ll take you shopping.

 

 

 

How difficult it is to play our parts

The thundercloud of anger  hangs down low
As if it were not human in its start
Exploding rage will bomb the crops  below

The trickle, when blocked off, will grow and grow
A  sulk  becomes  a threat, a ruinous art
The thundercloud of anger  hangs down low

When the feelings like young rivers flow;
When we do not feed  resentful hearts,
Exploding rage won’t harm the crops  below

If we don’t retaliate with blows
But hold the pain as if in counterpoint
The thundercloud of anger melts  and so it goes

In every heart, an hatred is disowned,
Or venom lodges in the nerves and joints
Calm the rage, don’t harm the crops  below

How difficult it is to  play our parts
Without the rage destroying lovers’ hearts
The thundercloud of anger  shrinks to show
Our firm desire to save the crops below?

Or love imagined seems to gratify

What we think is real is like a film
We see  desire and hatred  magnified
Created by  and for our  inner realm

The pain or hatred seems to overwhelm
Or love imagined seems to gratify
What we think is real is  our own film

In our boat, we daydream at the helm
Phantasies of reason ratify
Ignoring sirens and the  roll of bells

Now and then a Prophet stands and tells
The people blind, ignore and wander by
What we think is real is  our own film

Inside our  body closed are the cells
The wishes of the mob are sanctified
Co-created by  and for ourselves

We ignore  the truth  in peril amplified
Our slightest wish or need we deify
What we think is real is like a film
Created by  and for our  inner realm

The Imagined Abbey 2

The knobbled grassy tussocks we walked on

May  be the swelling graves of monks, derided, gone.
The vertical  calls out in one high wall
A  fiery blackbird makes the final call.

The  plainchant  praising  G-d   has charged the air
For  us who don’t entomb our inner ear
The sacred music floats away like leaves
Bewitched and married by an autumn breeze

We stood in silence, viscerally stunned
The river was as clear  as love’s demands
And still, in my mind’s eye, I see that stream
I  am  held by the imagined Abbey’ in shared dreams

An elegiac moment caught in words
Entranced by symbols  like the darting birds

Behind me the imagined Abbey dreams

The knobbled grassy hillocks we walked on
May  be the graves of monks who are long gone
The vertical remains in one high wall
From which a blackbird makes his sunset call.

The  plainchant sung for centuries is here
For  us who open up our inner ear
The sacred music floats away like leaves
Caught and carried by an autumn breeze

We stood beside the river, hand in hand
The water was as clear  as love’s demands
And still, in my mind’s eye, I see that stream
Behind me  the imagined Abbey dreams

An elegiac moment caught in words
Entranced by symbols  like the darting birds

What is semiotics?

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http://www.signsalad.com/semiotics-explained/

“Semiotics explained

Semiotics is an investigation into how meaning is created and how meaning is communicated. Its origins lie in the academic study of how signs and symbols (visual and linguistic) create meaning.

It is a way of seeing the world, and of understanding how the landscape and culture in which we live has a massive impact on all of us unconsciously.

Our actions and thoughts – what we do automatically – are often governed by a complex set of cultural messages and conventions, and dependent upon our ability to interpret them instinctively and instantly.

For instance, when we see the different colours of a traffic light, we automatically know how to react to them. We know this without even thinking about it. But this is a sign which has been established by cultural convention over a long period of time and which we learn as children, and requires a deal of unconscious cultural knowledge to understand its meaning.

Viewing and interpreting (or decoding) this sign enables us to navigate the landscape of our streets and society.”