When he went away,

He said,”Lehitraot, mama.”

Do vstrechi.

He died but I’m still here

Yes, in my heart I feel his love.

But why did I live,

And he did not?

Auf wiedersehen

Lehitraot.

Yes, darling,I’ll see you later,

When the sky turns black and all the stars blaze bright

I’ll see you shining in the night.

I’ll see you in my dreams alas.

Do vstrechi.

But why you and not me too?

Araka

I can’t understand.

Lehitraot, beloved.

A plus tard

Somewhere in this world, you fell

But no-one, not even God, can tell.

God was absent then or in some other place

He’s gone again.

They said He’s died too,

But He didn’t have a mother like you.

Do vstrechi.

My breasts ache and my heart and soul,

My breasts were made to make you whole.

To feed, give love and to console.

A plus tard

And now they ache with grief as my tears fall.

A bientot

My body trembles in the night

As dreams may bring my lost ones to my sight.

A plus

I’d walk across the roughest bleak terrain

If l  could find my loves and hold your hands again.

Do vstrechi.

The bell rings on the ancient clock

As time goes on as normal , doesn’t stop.

Araka

I wish the hands of time could be reversed,

And I was not living with this curse.

People forget that I once had a son.

They think my grieving has been done.

Araka.

But grief and loss and pain will never end

Until the curtain of my death descends

Auf wiedersehen.

Meantime I look at flowers and birds and trees,

But it’s really you my deepening insight sees.

Lehitraot.

The inscape of my heart is shown to few,

An artist of the lost would know this view.

I know I want to see just you.

Do vstrechi.

But for me there is no

Auf wiedersehen

Never again will you say

What you said that day

Lehitraot,

Mama.

Papa

A plus tard

Tot ziens.

See you later

See you soon.

See you.

 

You

 

the beloved

When tensions in the mind  split  our  poor souls
And into strangers  ears   we  pour our woes..
When grief and sorrow  shudder thriough our   walls.
And whether all is lost we cannot know

When  what is in  or out we cannot tell
When fantasy and dream become confused.
When  spears of agony maim each  small cell.
When sensibility is utterly bemused.
.
He in  whom  we to trusted  wills to fail
For what  he said was love was mere  desire.
Now pain and disappointment make us frail;
With torment know   this  lover was a liar.

Then, having lost all other means  to live,
We turn to darkness where our consolation is.

The trees are waving, frantically stirred
By breezes rare in August in this land
The trees imply they’ve got news re the Word

The rain swirls  on the window till it’s blurred
Makes all the flowers outside look very bland
The trees are waving, frantically stirred

I feel sorry for my garden birds
Sunshine’s unavailable on demand
The trees imply they’ve got news re the Word

Should I attract the high trees  with regard?
But I am  not a god  nor demon banned
The trees are waving, frantically stirred

 

How can these trees  say what they have heard?
Their ancestors were used to make boats sound
The trees imply they’ve got news re the Word

Should we have sea breezes on demand?
Should we control the Universal Hand?
The trees are waving, frantically stirred
The trees gloat now; they’ve  got news re the Word

 

 

 

 

 

May the blessed plan win
May the best plan win
May the best man begin?
Say the blessed word again.
May Emile marry Stan?
May Anne find a man?
As for Mary, she’s scary,
My stories are furry tails
The NHS gives cake to revolutionaries.
May that bod help you.
There are often a few words spoken before the rest
Why is language linear?
Will someone one day invent  a nonlinear language?
Oh,I say.
Not today.
Theresa May
Can topology make doughnuts free?
Who are we anyway?

I

My cooking is now Cordon Blue
I really have very few clues
I make cheese sauce tasty
Putting in  this puff pastry
Oh, my cooking is  very bad for Hugh

Cordon Blue is a British Invention
For Cordon Bleu creates such terrible tension
We leave out the garlic
The food tastes like plastic
Cordon Brexit, Cordon  Eclectic Cordon  Wrecked it

He wants me to write him a sonnet
But I put my foot down upon it
So now it is flat
What limerick liked that?
So then he flew off like a comet

My mother hates the villanelle I wrote
I ought to think more about coats
For she wants me to catch
A  rich man for a match
So I am building a very deep moat

 

I was  talking to this former colleague an’ she said t o me,
Of course I don’t come from a  well off middle-class background like you do
So I said, since when has lived as a  family of 7 in a miner’s cottage with a bath in the kitchen been middle class?
So she said, I just thought you went to a  very good shool.
I said, I went to the local Catholic school where nobody had ever done A level Maths and Further Maths before and of the  8 of us only 2 passed.
Then I realised for many years she saw me quite differently from  how I am
That made me think how much we invent other people in our Phantasy.Like an envious woman who saw me as skinny when I weighed 12 stone because I was almost emaciated when I first met her. I suppose we could even attack someone or indeed kill them all based on unreal notions in our head.Like Othello
That’s why I hate arguing until I know what basis we are starting from

http://www.creativebloq.com/design/designers-guide-golden-ratio-12121546

Leonardo da Vinci, like many other artists throughout the ages, made extensive use of the Golden Ratio to create pleasing compositions.

In The Last Supper, the figures are arranged in the lower two thirds (the larger of the two parts of the Golden Ratio), and the position of Jesus is perfectly plotted by arranging golden rectangles across the canvas.”

“Golden Ratio in use

It’s believed that the Golden Ratio has been in use for at least 4,000 years in human art and design. However, it may be even longer than that – some people argue that the Ancient Egyptians used the principle to build the pyramids.

In more contemporary times, the Golden Ratio can be observed in music, art, and design all around you. By applying a similar working methodology you can bring the same design sensibilities to your own work. Let’s take a look at a couple of examples to inspire you.

Greek architecture

Ancient Greek architecture used the Golden Ratio to determine pleasing dimensional relationships between the width of a building and its height, the size of the portico and even the position of the columns supporting the structure.

The final result is a building that feels entirely in proportion. The neo-classical architecture movement reused these principles too.”

http://www.maths.surrey.ac.uk/hosted-sites/R.Knott/Fibonacci/fibnat2.html

 

“2.1 Why is the Golden section the “best” number?

“The links in this section are to Quicktime animations. They are worth viewing as they show the dynamics of what might happen if seeds were not placed with a phi-angle between them.

Why not 0·6 of a turn per seed or 0·5 or 0·48 or 1·6 or some other number?

First we can agree that turning 0·6 of a turn is exactly the same as turning 1·6 turns or 2·6 turns or even 12·6 turns because the position of the point looks the same. So we can ignore the whole number part of a turn and only examine the fractional part.

Also, since a 0·6 of a turn in one direction is the same as 0·4 of a turn in the other, we could limit our investigation to turns which are less than 0·5 too. However sometimes it will be easier to talk of fractions of a turn which are bigger than 0·5 or even that are bigger than 1, but the only important part of the number is the fractional part.

So, in terms of seeds – which develop into fruit – what is a fruit-ful numbers? Which has the best properties as a turning angle for our meristem? It turns out that numbers which are simple fractions are not good choices, as we…..”

 

 

 

http://www.maths.surrey.ac.uk/hosted-sites/R.Knott/Fibonacci/fib.html

• Thank you, Malcom Myles-Hook (Letters, 4 August). You’ve given me another anti-insomnia tactic (besides counting backwards in sevens and listing fruit and veg alphabetically). I can calculate the Fibonacci sequence and the miles/kilometres conversion. Works a treat