The eye is not a camera taking shots Our mind affects the aspect we perceive And what it feels important it allots Gives grace or hatred ,causes us to grieve. When we are afraid ,we see the worst We see disgrace or ruin as our fate As if our self for horror has a thirst So all the little details we collate Yet when we love we see before us joy The flowers sing, the birds dance in the air We see no evil nor with hatred toy All aspects of our world appear more fair. We see not what is there,we see our self To learn ,we must employ our own mind's wealth
Day: September 16, 2017
Mary tries to find a soul-mate
Mary decided that, purely out of scientific interest, she would join an on-line dating service.Her main problem was filling in the form.You need an degree in English to even understand the form
Shall I put down my profession? she asked Annie her late husband’s mistress.who lived right next door. which is exactly why he chose her as he was very lazy except when he was in bed with a vivacious lady.
Just put teacher,Annie told her.Don’t give any more details,she went on unthinkingly
Why?Do you think men wouldn’t really like female mathematicians Mary asked tentatively.I think my optometrist does, but then he is Jewish.
Wait till they have got to know you a bit first,said Annie
Actually I can barely work out percentages now,Mary confessed sheepishly.I don’t need numbers any more.
But is it moral to deceive men? she wondered out loud
Well,it’d better to go step by step with many things.I’ll take a new photo of you after I set your hair.It’s your face which is most important and your eyes,
You could have fooled me,Mary told her ,recollecting colleagues gazing at her bosom in meetings.
Well,we don’t know for sure,Annie admitted scientifically yet paradoxically.
Two weeks later Mary had met a very handsome art teacher called Bill.They went walking in the woods and took photographs of trees and flowering shrubs and had tea in the cafe.Later they went out for dinner in a Chinese restaurant where Dave the wonderfully amiable transvestite paramedic was by chance eating with his brother Peter,who used to be a sheep farmer in Dent,Cumbria .
Hello,Dave, she said.This is Bill,my date.He’s an artist.
So you like really clever women,Bill,Dave asked him courteously?
I’ve never met any, as yet,Bill replied.
Mary’s face went bright red as she realised that even if nobody told Bill her job, she could not carry on deceiving him.
Well,how about Mary ? Dave asked naughtily.
She’s fairly intelligent I think, said Bill.But I’m ok with that.
Suppose she was highly intelligent then?
I don’t think she’s so much above average.
Did you pass your maths O level.Dave asked politely
No,I never was good at maths but I am very gifted at Art.Brilliant.That’s why I am puzzled I can’t sell a picture.
Mary and Dave began to giggle.
Maybe you could paint Scrodinger’s cat? Mary cried
Where does he live,asked Bill.If it’s not too far I can drive over.Are they well off?
No, he’s dead,Mary chortled.I want a dust jacket for my book and you could do the design with a cat in the middle.
Bill looked a bit uneasy.He then turned to Mary and told her he was feeling faint so he ran out leaving her to pay the bill with her Sainsburys’ Mastercard or even with money.
Oh,Dave,she said,why were you here? I liked him.He is handsome and fit.
It was just serendipity,he murmured as he admired her gorgeous red face and wild curly hair.Maybe I’ll take you out one evening?If Emile is ok with it.Emile being a cat did not speak English but he made his feelings plain
So Mary was not going to see Bill again but at least she had been out for the day in the fresh air.Perhaps online dating is more difficult than we think\\
And so say all of us
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What photos make good subjects for digital art?
A first I drew with Microsoft Paint Program.I did cats,apples and abstracts
I found Microsoft Paint by accident.I had not heard of, knew nothing such things.I spent about a year and a half playing with it especially when I had a few months of illness.I made some abstracts and then a great many cat pictures.It made me realize it o.k to simplify.to do so;you have no choice with Paint And that what I really like drawing is two objects in relation like two cats or apples.I tried three cats as well.It has that advantage… you discover what you personally like to draw.Ideally I’d prefer watercolor or pastels but I had no class I could manage then,
What will happen?
Naive art!
This is the family of three… a child has arrived
Moving on from Paint,I discovered Artweaver and Paint.Net both free.I experimented and found for transforming a photo it’s good to use photographss with strong shapes and pattern like trees,cracks in the pavement,gates,fencing,certain buildings,climbing shrubs on a wall…..natural patterns
A tree trunk
Cracks in our pavement down the end of the street
Cracks in the pavement.It looks better in color
Here I used Paint to add birdlike shapes to the previous image
The top image below is from a photo of a mosquito bite on my thigh after I scratched it so there was a little blood
From my trees collection
What not to use.. don’t use photos with a large area in one color…even if it looks ok as a photograph
The light here is a problem for using this in digital art… but it’s intriguing as it is
I found ignorance quite helpful in a way as I had no expectations…..which is very important I believe.
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The light
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Is Boris Johnson going to go back to Turkey, land of his fathers?
Is Boris Johnson going to go back to Turkey, land of his fathers?
Is “May” an English surname? Nuts,I say.
What about “Gove”,did they mean Hove or Grove both of which are English? Maybe Grave or Wave?
Cameron is a Scottish name as in the song,”The Camerons are coming again,again”
Very vulgar people,they should be sent to the Outer Zebedees.
Perhaps they spelled Camera wrong! Camera sounds Spanish to me.Don Camera.Where;s your hair-oh?
When you start considering who is a foreigner,I admit I am.My head is a Scandinavian longhead so like my siblings I find it hard to buy a hat.As we are not Jewish,as far as I know,we don’t need hats though I would like a wig for Xmas.A lot of Irish people have Jewish blood because of the wrecks of the Spanish Armada.Many sailors were Sephardic Jews.No doubt they were looked after by the Irish, who were in fact Picts,Scot,Dots or Whatnots.I am sure mixing genes is a good idea.And what fun it can be for some folk.
Maybe some of us prefer sex without jeans and who am I to stand in my way?
The Selfish Jeans could be a good children’ story for adults.
The Selfish gene by Dawkins is a silly book as Selfishness requires consciousness and choice.But I know it was for publicity.Should a professor descend to those depths?
I am flummoxed that someone like that is a professor.
Still, it’s a fair game.anyone in Britain could be a professor if they worked hard enough.
Yet it would be hard to tun a country with 65 million professors and no binmen or women.
When you think about it, the refuse collectors are more important.We can live without Richard Dawkins unless we marry him but rubbish is a health threat.He is bad for me because his imagining all religion is fundamentalist irks me.
I can understand where he is coming from and what is wrong with self pleasuring?a woman stabbed her husband because he came into her bedroom while she was enjoying a bit of that.She had locked the door so he thought she had a man in there.
I would prefer a man’s company with no sex to sex by myself.Because friendship is more rich,But I don’t think it is wrong.Maybe if young people were taught about it they would stop joining ISIS and lie all day on their beds.Well,I don’t suppose it takes all day unless you are very old.If you die in the attempt ,it is nice to go like that.BTW older men are more likely do die having sex with another woman than with their wife!What does that tell us?
Not much really but don’t go to bed with someone with a bad heart unless you are married to them.
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Velvet and leather,they’re my passion
North Korea is acting weird
Donald Trump is to be feared
A bomb went off on a London tube
29 burned,hearts confused
But I only care about love and fashion
Velvet and leather,they’re my passion
If someone drops a nuclear bomb
I’ll be dressed with my usual aplomb.
I would have my lover by my side
I’d have held his arm if we’d been fried
I’d be dressed in wool Fair Isle
On my face a cute little smile.
It takes your mind off politics
What is broken can’t be fixed
So spend your money on new clothes
That is how the economy grows
Though if the end is nigh,dear God,
The economy doesn’t care a sod.
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Making a fist
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54308/making-a-fist
Making a Fist
We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men.
—Jorge Luis Borges
For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass.
My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.
“How do you know if you are going to die?”
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.
With strange confidence she answered,
“When you can no longer make a fist.”
Years later I smile to think of that journey,
the borders we must cross separately,
stamped with our unanswerable woes.
I who did not die, who am still living,
still lying in the backseat behind all my questions,
clenching and opening one small hand.
Naomi Shihab Nye, “Making a Fist” from Grape Leaves: A Century of Arab American Poetry. Copyright © 1988 by University of Utah Press. Reprinted by permission of Naomi Shihab Nye.
Source: Grape Leaves: A Century of Arab American Poetry (University of Utah Press, 1988)
How my heart sings 
