People have been calling to Theresa May to go.Demonstrations and anger after the lack of response to the terrible fire.I just hope other tower blocks are not as dangerous as that one which was full of poorer people and refugees living close to the wealthier folks so they put the cladding on to make it looks smarter.Appearances are all
That’s how our rulers see the poor /us.I agree that May is no leader.I think she ought to have resigned after the Election.She can’t do Brexit now!
Month: June 2017
Hail, the North East
Syntagmatic and other frightening words

Painting by my sister
I have never seen this word before.I have looked ot up and will put a link here
http://visual-memory.co.uk/daniel/Documents/S4B/sem03.html
“A syntagm is an orderly combination of interacting signifiers which forms a meaningful whole within a text – sometimes, following Saussure, called a ‘chain’. Such combinations are made within a framework of syntactic rules and conventions (both explicit and inexplicit). In language, a sentence, for instance, is a syntagm of words; so too are paragraphs and chapters. ‘There are always larger units, composed of smaller units, with a relation of interdependence holding between both’ (Saussure 1983, 127; Saussure 1974, 128): syntagms can contain other syntagms. A printed advertisement is a syntagm of visual signifiers. Syntagmatic relations are the various ways in which elements within the same text may be related to each other. Syntagms are created by the linking of signifiers from paradigm sets which are chosen on the basis of whether they are conventionally regarded as appropriate or may be required by some rule system (e.g. grammar). Synatagmatic relations highlight the importance of part-whole relationships: Saussure stressed that ‘the whole depends on the parts, and the parts depend on the whole’ (Saussure 1983, 126;Saussure 1974, 128).
Syntagms are often defined as ‘sequential’ (and thus temporal – as in speech and music), but they can represent spatial relationships. Saussure himself (who emphasized ‘auditory signifiers’ which ‘are presented one after another’ and ‘form a chain’) noted that visual signifiers (he instanced nautical flags) ‘can exploit more than one dimension simultaneously’ (Saussure 1983, 70; Saussure 1974, 70). Spatial syntagmatic relations are found in drawing, painting and photography. Many semiotic systems – such as drama, cinema, television and the world wide web – include both spatial and temporal syntagms.
Thwaites et al. argue that within a genre, whilst the syntagmatic dimension is the textual structure, the paradigmatic dimension can be as broad as the choice of subject matter (Thwaites et al. 1994, 95). In this framing, form is a syntagmatic dimension whilst content is a paradigmatic dimension. However, form is also subject to paradigmatic choices and content to syntagmatic arrangement.
Jonathan Culler offers an example of the syntagmatic relations and paradigmatic contrasts involved in Western menus:
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I can’t quite grasp it but I shall try!
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Roland Barthes (1967) outlined the paradigmatic and syntagmatic elements of the ‘garment system’ in similar terms. The paradigmatic elements are the items which cannot be worn at the same time on the same part of the body (such as hats, trousers, shoes). The syntagmatic dimension is the juxtaposition of different elements at the same time in a complete ensemble from hat to shoes.
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How to be a success at being lonely…
Extract from an ironically humorous article on Helium.com by Andrew PostQuote”Every time you feel the need to call up an acquaintance on the phone and ask them what they’re doing Saturday, forget it. Every time you have a yen to rent a romance movie, fight it. It helps to keep a nice stock of sociopathic and antisocial books handy, or watch some television shows about hermits and serial killers. That should give you some role models.
Suitable daily activities that cultivate loneliness are:
1. Sitting in a chair and staring at the wall
2. Wandering aimlessly around your house
3. Reading a book you’ve read a million times over, preferably a Shakespearean tragedy
4. Looking over your old photo albums and yearbooks
5. Attempting to join a club or online dating site and being rejected
6. Going to bed at 7:30 p.m.
7. Checking your message machine and e-mails every five minutes
8. Writing letters to yourself
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The simple truth is that it loneliness is a low-effort, convenient activity that can serve as a springboard into a wide variety of neuroses and social diseases. The only side effects are malnutrition, liquid imbalance in the brain, indigestion, muscular atrophy, ulcers and the occasional death from gunshot wounds or sleeping pill overdoses. With practice, loneliness can become the pastime that will eclipse and stifle all your other ones. It may even be the last hobby you ever pursue.”End quote.
And finally I give the last words to to a metaphysical poet:
Andrew Marvell > Quotes
“The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Windows and the soul
Violence and despair
My appetite for news has slunk away
See people throwing babies from the tower
The only action I can take is prayer
On the ground, where many flowers are laid
Relatives of the victims stand for hours
My appetite for news has slunk away
I saw the red plume rising in the air
The smoke and smell destroy the offered flower
The only action I can take is prayer
The number of the dead increased today
Many lie reduced to ash upstairs
My appetite for news has slunk away
Over London hangs a cloud of grey
No shades but sorrow, rage shall flare
The only action I can take is prayer
Oh, has the News shocked edgy Mrs May
We must hold both violence and despair
My appetite for news has slunk away
The only way we can survive is prayer
With green face

Roast grief and tripe with jam tomorrow
Pubic Lamb’s hair with mint followers
Christian lamb with gravy boat and china flea pot
Tongue in cheek with salad dressing
Toad in hole with vegetarian sausage plus mashed piranhas
Ironic beans on throat plus GP call out charge
Tonsils on mashed potatoes with green face
Egg jelly and bastard [male]
Lime instant whip with real creme and elastoplast.
Disposable Yoghurt Fright and valium
Trifle from Russia with Putin’s autogrip and cream [sour]
Sponge Trump Tower with jam,cream and rifle [air]
Brecht
recht
The garden umbrella
I spent an hour in shelter from the sun
My parasol arrived and all was gay
But very soon a naughty wind had come
And blown my garden parasol away
Abandoning my seat beside the Rose,
My papers blown around like little leaves
I fled indoors, the victim of a ghost
For on hot days he follows me bereaved.
So in the living room, I drank hot tea
A young man brought a parcel to the door
I saw rich leaves and branches valiantly
Add movement to the scene I thought forlorn
A garden gnome out there does not want me
To smile when others suffer misery
Else obsessional I’d be found here still
As I spell, by semiotics drained
I wonder if I’m wrong to write, explain
The rose unread, the apple not yet born
A poet reveals her mind, which draws down storms
Better be a scientist than a poet
Negative, uncertain, when she wrote
A lab with nuclei all dead and still
The world has ended, death by overkill
Not I but someone in me seems to choose
What I write of, what I might well leave
Else obsessional I’d be found here still
Having lost the power of choice and will.
Can we trust the silence and the voice?
Humbly, we must kneel before this choice
Semiotics explained

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.
The terrorists are those who rule our land
The terrorists are those who rule our land
More killed on Grenfell Tower than London Bridge
14 London fire stations shut down
Now May says she will learn from what is found
How did fire spread from one faulty fridge?
The terrorists are those who rule our land
Boris Johnson acts like he’s a clown
He called cuts to fundamental safety privilege
14 London fire stations shut down
For nine years now austerity has frowned
The money for policing has been grabbed
The terrorists are those who rule our land
May said that Human Rights might now be pruned
If you ain’t got a Passport, get one fixed
!4 London fire stations shut down
Mayhem comes when citizens feel robbed
The wealthy reckless feed the frightened mob
The terrorists are those who rule our land
Boris acted, fire stations shut down
Passing through
Stuck in rages since times past, we’re even more stuck now
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Death by fire: human sacrifice?
It is very hot here today which makes it harder for the people in the fire-torn block.I went ahead and erected my garden parasol as I have not sat outside for 3 years.We used to eat there.I was thinking, here is me in my garden and all the poor folk are crammed into dangerous buildings which I think must be uncomfortable even normally.My perennial geraniums have run wild.I can’t manage to download the photos yst
Blankets needed
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f you live in West London the Red Cross say they need blankets the most,Clothes as well.This puts things into perspective.
London suffers more catastrophe
London suffers more catastrophe
As screams awaken sleepers in this tower
A high rise block with only one exit
Oh, many now will take their mourning flowers.
Some have made the SOS sign now
Seen by people standing in the street
The firefighters are not allowed inside
So soon it will be death these people meet
Who designed these cheap and dangerous flats?
I can’t believe they had no fire exits
Was the Referendum a cheap vote?
Will we be asked to suffer through Brexit?
These cheap flats brought death to many folk
To leave the EU now seems but a jape.
The secret place of the Most High

The seed of God is in us.
Given an intelligent farmer and a faithful field hand,
it will thrive and grow up to God
whose seed it is and, accordingly,
its fruit will be God-nature.
Pear seeds grow into pear trees.
Nut seeds grow into nut trees.
God-seeds into God.
Go to the depths of the soul,
the secret place of the Most High,
to the roots,
to the heights.
For everything that God can do,
is there.
Meister Eckhart, Christian mystic, Germany (1260-1328)
Go brown, O loaf insane
Been awful scary in the night- Bees were forgiven by wasps
- Be not a maid without a head
- It’s still my soul what heals
- Do Thou My Revision
- Before the Sun Burned Bright
- Blessed are aspirins
- Testicles for women now
- Obstacles for the blessed detergents
- I’m tickling the free children.I’m a gnat
- Why bees were right
- Go brown, O loaf insane
- Come, wholesome toast
- Come, hordes, and marry not
- See my pay, my proof, my lies
- Come, rejoice before your baker
- Come, those Holy Spirits, Come. I’ll have brandy, he wants rum
- Come, come, come to the Mersey
- Fall over Niagara
Religious jokes
A strange orange coincidence

Catholic priest giving Absolution to a man murdered by the British Army on Bloody Sunday 1972
Donald Trump looks orange on TV.And Theresa May wants to link up with a political party in Northern Ireland who were once called Orange men.They are Unionists,Protestants, who are called after William of Orange who ruled Great Britain with his wife Mary, the daughter of James the 2nd. She was a Protestant.James was a Catholic and he had a son who would take the throne.William of Orange’s mother was the daughter of Charles 1st.
William invaded England and ruled with his wife.Some places like Ireland wanted James to be King.He was defeated at the Battle of the Boyne.
Many of the horrors that happened in Northern Ireland began when Orange men led huge parades through Catholic areas.One day Catholics demanded the right to vote like the blacks in the USA but this was about 1969.You could only vote if you owned a house…. Catholics were poor.
On Bloody Sunday English troops shot civilians holding a peaceful march
Wikipedia:
Bloody Sunday – sometimes called the Bogside Massacre[1] – was an incident on 30 January 1972 in the Bogside area of Derry, Northern Ireland, when British soldiers shot 28 unarmed civilians during a peaceful protest march against internment. Fourteen people died: thirteen were killed outright, while the death of another man four months later was attributed to his injuries. Many of the victims were shot while fleeing from the soldiers and some were shot while trying to help the wounded. Other protesters were injured by rubber bullets or batons, and two were run down by army vehicles.[2][3] The march had been organised by the Northern Ireland Civil Rights Association (NICRA). The soldiers involved were members of the 1st Battalion, Parachute Regiment, also known as “1 Para”.[4]
Two investigations have been held by the British government. The Widgery Tribunal, held in the immediate aftermath of the incident, largely cleared the soldiers and British authorities of blame. It described the soldiers’ shooting as “bordering on the reckless”, but accepted their claims that they shot at gunmen and bomb-throwers. The report was widely criticised as a “whitewash“.[5][6][7]The Saville Inquiry, chaired by Lord Saville of Newdigate, was established in 1998 to reinvestigate the incident. Following a 12-year inquiry, Saville’s report was made public in 2010 and concluded that the killings were both “unjustified” and “unjustifiable”. It found that all of those shot were unarmed, that none were posing a serious threat, that no bombs were thrown, and that soldiers “knowingly put forward false accounts” to justify their firing.[8][9] On the publication of the report, British prime minister David Cameron made a formal apology on behalf of the United Kingdom.[10] Following this, police began a murder investigation into the killings.
Bloody Sunday was one of the most significant events of “the Troubles” because a large number of civilian citizens were killed, by forces of the state, in full view of the public and the press.[1] It was the highest number of people killed in a single shooting incident during the conflict.[11] Bloody Sunday increased Catholic and Irish nationalist hostility towards the British Army
One of my friends was there.She testified.She moved to England.
I am crying now
You so loved me
In the sudden heat of a June day The bench beside the roses seemed set right. We sat and talked about the flowers so gay, and whether Love is visible to sight. The flowers seemed more beautiful and rare Than any flower I've dared my eyes rest on. I welcomed them with bold yet merry stare. Ah,all too soon bright summer will be gone. The sun was at the apex of the sky. We caught the moment like a netted fish. And as we looked the broad white clouds blew by. All we can do is wish and wish and wish. Now back to marking essays,making tea. I lived so well because you so loved me.
Hannah Arendt

http://bostonreview.net/vivian-gornick-hannah-arendt-on-being-jewish
The Jewish Writings is a collection of Arendt’s articles and essays written between 1932 and 1966. For this reviewer, they come as a revelation. I had never understood, exactly, the mental road Arendt traveled to get to the pronouncements for which she has been both celebrated (the reality of men trumps the concept of Man), and damned (evil was ordinary; the Jews were to be held accountable). To read the book straight through is to see clearly the origin and steady development of the single critical insight that informed much of Arendt’s subsequent work: namely, that the world is what we ourselves make it. The need to breathe free is a given; the right to do so is not. Among human beings, the will to power is an embodied force that continually challenges the right of those not like ourselves to occupy space. Under no condition is the one-not-like-oneself free to ignore the challenge. What’s more, the challenge must be resisted in the terms in which it is flung down. As Arendt put it, “When one is attacked as a Jew one must respond not as a German or a Frenchman or a world citizen, but as a Jew.“
Puzzled cats

A song about my cat
My cat went a roaming to find a new home. Sing kitty,sing katty,sing Oh! This cat was so clever he had his own comb. Look up,now look down,stone the crows! He went into the neighbours' and drank all their milk. Sing,fridge raiding kitties.No,No! Then he laid himself down on a piece of fine silk. Sing,what the dickens,my lovely pillow! He went to the butcher and ate all the steak. Sing greedy,he's ruined my flow. Then he went to the hairdresser for a shampoo. Where else can a puttitat go? He had no plastic,no money,no cheque! Sing,cheater,sing creature,sing woe. She sent for a Copper who paid the cat's bill. And so my puss came out all aglow. Now my cat was glossy and plump and refreshed. Sing:fancy,it all goes to show. So he came home and said this place is best. And he picked up his cello and bow. He scraped some Sibelius and also some Grieg. Sing: Northern lights can always glow. But,he looked so self satisfied,I felt annoyed.... One should not let one's narcissism show. But he was so handsome,I was glad he came home. Sing,grateful,sing katefull,sing Ho! And I hope he will never again want to roam. Sing glory.sing story;Sing So!
Deceived by numbers and the frequent polls
Momentous changes stunned the British lords
Deceived by numbers and the frequent polls
We deprived them of their powers and of their voice
They thought they had it fixed, we had no choice
The game has changed, the young demanded balls.
Momentous changes stunned the British lords
Now they scurry, looking for new words
Their script is finished, gone their hateful goals.
We deprived them of their powers and of their voice
Now a new play starts and they run scared
Our politics is not for them alone
Momentous changes stunned the British lords
The referendum made the racists heard
Since the Brexit vote, most people groan
We deprived our rulers of their powers, their voice
Now the truth is out, the cover’s blown
And Europe laughs to hear our rulers moan
Momentous changes stun the British hordes
As we barbecue our burgers with hot words
The guest by Anna Akhmatova [translation below]
Александру Блоку Я пришла к поэту в гости. Январь 1914 |
The Guest The blizzard beats with snow |
Gaza Prison?

Two million people “live” in the Gaza strip.They have electricity only 4 hours a day.That is to be cut by 45 minutes.This includes hospitals and desalination plants used because water is very short.It makes me wonder how those people survive.Imagine that for just one week
Apparently, Abbas has asked Israel to do this to put more pressure in Hamas but so far he has not succeeded.Should Israel be taking part in such a thing? It beggars belief
I don’t even know where adultery is

Adultery, abstract art by Kate
Mary was sitting at her desk trying to decide whether to throw out a book called Schrodinger ‘s equation for idiots.The title had more than one meaning, she thought to herself.
I think that is for the recycling bin, she told her cat, Emile.What a pity you can’t read.You could have read it.
I don’t want to read stuff like that.I only like Dad’s cartoon books.
Where are they, Mary asked him, her eyes shining like melting Danish butter on a hot croissant?
They are in that plastic box in the kitchen, Emile told her.I read them at night.
How can you read if there is no light?Please don’t start sinning as I don’t want you to have to become a Catholic.
I can’t become a Catholic, said Emile.I am Jewish.
Well, St Paul was Jewish, Mary told him.Until he had an epileptic fit .
So having a fit can make you a Christian.That is very strange, the black cat told her with a twinkle in his eyes
Well, it’s not automatic, Mary replied.You have to pay.
What, pay to become a Christian, I don’t believe Jesus would like that.
Well , he may be quite indulgent, sometimes Mary giggled.However, the Vatican and its wealth might not be quite what he was thinking of when he gave the Sermon on the Mount.
What sort of mount was it , Emile enquired.Was it a horse?
No, it was more likely to have been a donkey as he was poor, you know
But he had things money can’t buy, the cat said philosophically.Like women who poured oil over his feet.What sort was it,?Was it like that stuff Stan put in the car engine sometimes?
Don’t be so ridiculous.It was olive oil, Mary told him
Can we prove that, Emile murmured? His feet were no salad
No, I am using inductive reasoningMary stated logically.Olive trees are grown in that part of the world even now.
What is inductive reasoning, Emile mewed
Why it’s the opposite of deductive reasoning, of course, Mary stated flatly
I am glad I can’t read, Emile said.It’s bad for you to have to learn all of that.It was ok for the ancient Greeks.They had no televisions.I’d rather watch Andrea Bocelli and Hayley Westenra singing Vivo per lei.Whatever that means.She is from New Zealand by the way.
What difference does that make Mary teased him?
No need to be rude, Emile cried.I was only passing a remark
That was what Stan’s mother used to say when he told her off for saying my maple mousse was like something out of a tin.
Where was it from?
The Joy of Cookery. a big American cook book or maybe Jewish Cookery by Florence Greenberg or Marks and Spencers
Did you get that book because I am Jewish, Emile purred?
No, I didn’t even know you were.How did it happen?
My mother was living with a Rabbi in Liverpool and he told her she could not miaow on the Sabbath so she kind of assumed she was Jewish.As for my father.. nobody knows.
Emile, don’t start saying you are the Messiah.I have enough trouble already.I don’t want you to be walking on water and helping women taken in adultery
I was not me who took them, said Emile.I don’t even know where Adultery is.
I think I’ll ring 999.We need help before we go mad.
Sometimes going mad seems the better option, Mary said sadly.A few voices telling me what to do might be helpful
As long as they are not Michael Grove and Horace Watson, Emile replied. As for Freezer May……
And so say all of us
The Albatross at Wells-Next-the Sea
Mike Flemming



