

1.You are not unique,They may treat everyone the same.They possibly have OCD
2.You keep doing stupid things.
3.They hate you and consider you should change to suit them.Or they need a scapegoat
4 They love you.
5.They are too shy to praise you.
6 They think you are a foreigner because you have a Geordie accent,light hair and blue eyes.So you are Polish.They may ask you if you have packed your suitcase.Do not reply.Just hand them a stamped, addressed envelope.
Day: October 15, 2017
A great tenor
Six ways to have better sex

1.Get undressed especially if you wear elasticated, skinny jeans which are hard to remove.
2 Have a bath
3.Make sure you know their name.
4 Put the cat out or….
5.If you have sex in the garden,put the cat in!
6.Grow a thick hedge in the garden as while it is growing it gives you time to find a lover gay or miserable.
Don’t let them take any photos unless you are married [ to them]
Richness

If you’d like to criticise others,read why they criticise you

- They feel insecure and are overcompensating.
- They think you are making them look bad in front of others.
- They feel criticized by you and are counter-attacking.
- They think they are genuinely helping you by giving you the benefit of their wisdom or experience.
- They have strong opinions on a subject (e.g., politics, religion etc.) and see other points of view as less valid.
- They are trying to get your attention or connect with you but lack skills, so they end up whining (e.g., kids, teenagers)
The black pit’s opened by the bureaucrat

How cold we are to those who suffer loss
A spouse, a child a parent or our cat
We each must bear alone our weighty cross
In our agitation we are dross
People blank our faces as they pass
How cold we are to those who suffer loss
As Jesus showed, compassion is remiss;
More so now for modern technocrats
We each must bear the sorrow of our cross
We do not ask for magnitude in love
Merely for a human face and chat
How cold we are to those who suffer loss
When in despair, the heart is clothed in frost
The black pit’s opened by the bureaucrat
We each must bear in agony our cross.
There are no angels nor Magnificat
Only empty skies and fields of glass
How cold we are to those who suffer loss
We each are left to bear our lonely cross
Five Hundred Years Since Luther’s Acts

Luther made a future of despair
For the Jewish people and their heirs
He split the Christian world into two parts
And for the Jews, promoted their dread fate.
Such vicious statements he wrote in his books
I do not understand the way he looked
For Jesus Christ himself was born a Jew
Their Bible was made ours and added to
I wonder publication was allowed
To work in which such wickedness abounds
It indicates that he was not alone
In hating God’s own people, heart and bone
If religion speaks of hate and death
Tormented it shall be by God’s true wrath
Strangeness and surprise

“You may want something “practical,” so I’ll say this: poetry and science are kin; they share a series of principal labors. Those are 1.) observation and attention 2.) reflection and memory 3.) description 4.) imagination 5.) re-seeing and discovery. Both disciplines cultivate curiosity and interrogation.
Moreover, both disciplines are highly hospitable to strangeness and surprise. We don’t acknowledge this enough in science. We aren’t taught to enjoy this enough in poetry.
We don’t have to do much to make poetry “more relevant.” We just have to let science and poetry grow and change as they do. We just have to give them enough space and support to work in solitude but talk together too.”
