I seem to live in two worlds at on time
In one the normal rites of marriage  carry on
This present me’s a  solo ghost confined.

As a ghost, I do not feel resigned.
I remember when I was the married one.
I seem to live in two worlds at one time

Now my man  is reading out my rhymes
We laugh and murmur till the dinner’s done
In the glass, I watch that ghost confined.

I wonder if there’s any tool designed
To take away the ghost that’s catching on
Do I live in two worlds but one time?

Can I persuade the ghost she should resign
For am I not the real, the only one?
In the glass, I see a ghost confined.

See how that married woman seeks to con.
She is not a person, she is dumb.
I long to live in two worlds at one time.
This present me’s a  soloist arraigned

https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Occam%27s_razor

“History

William of Ockham, a Franciscan friar who studied logic in the 14th century, first made this principle well known.^[1] In Latin it is sometimes called lex parsimoniae, or “the law of briefness”. William of Ockham supposedly (see below) wrote it in Latin as:

• Entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem.^[1]

This translates roughly as:

• More things should not be used than are necessary.

This means that if there are several possible ways that something might have happened, the way that uses the fewest guesses is probably the right one. However, Occam’s razor only applies when the simple explanation and complex explanation both work equally well. If a more complex explanation does a better job than a simpler one, then you should use the complex one.

Occam’s razor is a principle, not an actual razor: the word ‘razor’ is a metaphor. Occam’s razor gets rid of unnecessary explanations just like a razor shaves off extra hair.^[2] This description is a violation of Occam’s razor.”

https://www.haaretz.com/us-news/1.815879

 
“The problem with the Trump-is-actually-clever theory is that his outlandish statements and unfounded assertions don’t just harm America’s international image or divide its own population – they often do the most damage to Trump himself. The U.S. president has shot himself in the foot so regularly that it is only natural to assume he may not be the sharpest pencil in the box. He fired FBI Director James Comey, a move which Steve Bannon described as the worst presidential mistake ever, but then made things much worse for himself by admitting, contrary to the official line, that he did so because of the investigation of his ties to Russia. Trump made sure that even if Special Counsel Robert Mueller didn’t collect enough evidence on the alleged collusion, he would always be able to nail Trump on obstruction of justice. The same is true of Trump’s ham-handed effort to concoct a cover story for his son Donald’s hitherto unreported meeting with a Russian lawyer with close ties to the Kremlin, which fell apart within hours. Or the time he undermined administration efforts to claim that his Muslim ban was anything but by confirming that this is exactly what it was. And so on and so forth.
Intelligence is no guarantee of success, of course. Jimmy Carter had an IQ of 176, but most Americans consider him to be the worst U.S. president in modern times. Trump came to the White House with less useful or general knowledge than his predecessors, but his uniqueness lies with the fact that he seems uninterested in learning. He disdains the mainstream media, doesn’t trust his intelligence briefings and seems to rely on Fox News and even loonier right-wing news sites for his basic information about the world. He has admitted that he often makes decisions without knowing the facts, not a trait usually associated with the astute.
Josh Marshall of Talking Points Memo wrote an article about Trump’s suspected dimness, which spawned the term “Trump’s Razor” after “Occam’s Razor,” of which Netanyahu is fond. Whereas Occam’s Razor stipulates that where there are several possible explanations for something, the simplest one is usually correct, Trump’s Razor says that where there are several possible explanations for something Trump has said or done, the stupidest is always the right one. But even if we assume that Trump is far from stupid, and definitely not a “moron,” most people would agree that both his election and his presidency are an insult to America’s intelligence, as well as the world’s.

read more: https://www.haaretz.com/us-news/1.815879

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/50537/love-and-friendship

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/gallery/2016/jan/12/your-thoughts-how-do-you-stay-happy

Photograph: Simon Bleasdale/Guardian Witness

Looking through the window at the crowd
Anxious faces, tense  like sad, wild birds
I saw this city covered in a shroud.

I heard a violinist play with head unbowed
Yet all her  ears  could find was wild discord,
Why listen to the Nazis’ fathers now?

I  have felt the future disallowed
Communities turned into shuffling hordes.
I see my London bows down in her shroud.

A few can see, but they are not the proud
It’s  getting late, who saves their vision rare?
I’m looking through the windows at the crowd

The sun is bright so highlights black and blood.
Male politicians stroke their nuts and swear.
The shroud  in Selfies makes a  big, sweet cloud

How do they have the nerve, how do they dare
To sell to us the means to film despair?
Looking through the door at Friday crowds
I  touched their flames, red, urgent; hellish clowns

“That summer, Litvyak finally got her chance at combat. She flew defensive missions over the port city Saratov, an important strategic location on the Volga. Having succeeded in those, she and some of the other women in 586 Regiment were transferred to a male regiment within the vicinity of Stalingrad, during the early stages of the infamous six-month struggle for the city. On September 13, she entered a dogfight against Germany’s Jagdgeschwader 53 unit, among the most lethal fighter pilots on earth. Litvyak came through unscathed and brought down her first Nazi plane, piloted by Erwin Maier, who was immediately captured by the Soviets. Later that day, Maier’s captors introduced him to Litvyak. It took a long time to convince him that this tiny blonde woman—little more than a girl—had been the one to end his war.

Over the coming weeks, Litvyak flew further successful missions and gained the dubious distinction of being the first woman in history to kill enemy combatants in the air. Her legendary exploits spread to Germany where outlandish tales turned her into a vampish figure, a warrior femme fatale with a delicate white rose painted on the side of her killing machine. The flower was actually a lily, a reference to her first name, though she did keep a picture of a rose with her in the cockpit, as well as bunches of wild flowers, which she got up early in the morning to pick, and sometimes spread on the wings of her stationery aircraft in preparation for a mission.

Litvyak impressed everyone with her calmness and skill in the maelstrom of combat. ”

https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/tag/white-rose-of-stalingrad/

I have never heard before about Soviet women who became pilots in the fight to defend Stalingrad in the air against the highly skilled German Nazis aerial bombardment.

Seminar cancelled

I am waiting for  the Royal male
The hawk wants to pray
The cat is eating the pigeons
My husband needs a gold meddle.
I’ve lost my seminary.
I’ve  lost my voice.
I feel permanently detached
The owl needs glasses
Durham is flooded
I don’t know
Move to Yawk?

I dreamed I lived up in Uttoxeter
Near the Peaks and Pennine landscapes high
I have a wife abroad, I   have just texted her

I married but never yet had sex with her
For she is cold and frosty ,can’t say why.
I dreamed I lived up in Uttoxeter

She said that she was moving down to Exeter
She’d changed her gender, good grief so must I.
I have a wife abroad, I have just texted her

Since I turned a woman.I’ve detested her
She’s a  man but tell me, does he lie?
I dreamed I escaped  back  to Uttoxeter

I got my  phone  and  told her, so bizarre
I’m a woman, hot with sultry thighs.
I have a wife, now male, I’ve been expecting her.

I rarely tell the truth unless I lie.
In  the Peaks I love the  Blakean sky
I want to liven up  Uttoxeter
I have a wife, I feel  too stressed with her

Read more at http://www.notable-quotes.com/g/god_quotes.html#BkwYu7fSI8cKIX11.99

Mary wore her new garnet red winter coat to go to the dentist and doctor who were in the same building.Unfortunately, it was shorter than  her  wool skirt , which had a  quite few moth holes  in it
First , she had to see the doctor.
Hello dear, how are you getting on without your husband? Can’t you afford a new skirt?
He calls now and then.He told me he has bought me a house in Ealing.
Did he give you the address?
No, but if I am living in Ealing I shall have to change doctors.
You can change here if you want to.
But I like and respect you, doctor
Thank you so much.Very few people ever praise me.And unlike you, many people come here in dirty old clothes.
I just got this new coat.I may not have needed it, but ,to me, it is a symbol of wishing to return to life again.
That’s a good one.I’d better not tell my wife!
Is she quite extravagant?
Not really.I suppose there is no absolute level of spending which defines extravagance.What is normal for Princess Kate would not be for my wife.It is I suppose a way of dressing so you look ok for the life you lead and does not get you into debt.
Surely you like your wife to look good?
As long as she feels good, I don’t mind.
Anyway, why did you wish to see me?
Well, you don’t come very much so I wanted to see how you were getting on
I had a panic attack in the waiting room just now.I got vertigo
Are you frightened of me, my dear?
No,I really  love you, doctor.
Shush, that is not allowed
I just meant in a Christian sense although you are a Hindu.But when it comes down to it all religions are about compassion and love if we look carefully.
That is hard to believe nowadays.
I know.I suppose it’s an ideal to aim for.
All I can do is do my job well and look after my family and my patients.
Find God in the little things.See how small an acorn is and wonder.If I swallowed one would an oak tree grow inside me?
No.it would have to grow by the sewer
Imagine under the ground may be thousands of oak tree growing
Only if silly idiots swallow acorns!
I’m sorry.I have this vivid imagination.Can I have it removed and put a plastic one in?
Not yet but no doubt it will happen.Go outside and walk about a lot
Why?
Because I have decided you are ok and we’ve talked enough.
Thank you so much, doctor.
And so say all of us
Then Mary picked up her red coat which the doctor had not seen and she went into the dentist waiting room.The kind receptionist got her some water as Mary did not understand the machine.Uncountable infinity, yes.Water machines, no.
This dentist was a most beautiful young woman darting about like a  coloured fish in the deep ocean.
The filling is still here!The tooth broke.I shall repair it for you.
Thank you, Mary told her.It is almost a pleasure to come here.
Almost? the dentist replied.
It’s a day out for me,Mary told her.I don’t meet  intelligent young women like you so much.
Oh ,my.I forgot to feed Emile.Hi , can you send a cab, please? I must go home or my cat will never forgive me.
A handsome young man appeared with a silver car.It almost seemed like a dream.How would Mary know?
He was a  Muslim and his wife a Christian.
And both are good to us.

Converse with men makes sharp the glittering wit,

But God to man doth speak in solitude.

Read more at http://www.notable-quotes.com/g/god_quotes.html#PDB1WdIvOIiCAaCT.99

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/now-we-have-tasted-hope

• 

  Muckefuck

  Before you start letting your imagination run wild, Muckefuck is much more banal than it sounds, and refers to coffee substitutes

• made from barley malt or chicory.It is said that the word derives from “mocca faux,” French for “fake coffee,” as it was used during the Franco-Prussian War. However, we think that the name comes from the verbal response provoked by drinking the stuff.
• From
• http://www.dw.com/en/the-best-unpronounceable-german-words/a-36760286

Wear some narrow black trousers under a black and blue robe under which put  the T-shirt of your choice to peep out at the throat and a giant scarf tossed over your shoulder
Wear white trainers and a long denim jacket with a hood

Now you can go into any public convenience if there are some left in Britain.Otherwise, it seems phone boxes are used by the desperate.Wear a mask!:
Get a disabled badge or carry a card saying:

I just can’t wait.

Get them from Bladder UK//

https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=spanish+jokes+for+adults&safe=active&tbm=isch&source=iu&pf=m&ictx=1&fir=dWMZyc1_DOWsMM%253A%252Cd1kHY_e1br3oMM%252C_&usg=__Uu-nxUHfhMtvn5HtQ-SdXI9xpJg%3D&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiMgODTttfWAhUEAsAKHfchDsMQ9QEITTAE#imgrc=RmX0e2nk7YY3fM:

As someone who walks about humming or even singing without knowing, this looks fascinating.Most of my poems have music but I don’t write it down.

https://www.bl.uk/romantics-and-victorians/articles/the-music-of-william-blakes-poetry

Where else in the Songs are there references to music and singing?

The first song in the Songs of Innocence sets a number of themes that recur during the collection: the child, nature, and song. It is the child that tells the poet to pipe, but then to sing; and then leaves the singer alone to write the poems.

What happens in the poem is that the poet pipes, then is asked to sing, and then sing again, and then to transcribe what has been sung. Thus there is a clear indication that these are songs for both reading and singing. At the end of ‘Introduction’ this is reiterated, as the songs are to be heard:

And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear

The last line of the introductory poem to Songs of Innocence makes it clear that the songs were to be written down ‘so that every child may hear’.

http://www.thecrimson.com/article/2013/12/13/economics-science-wang/

Not Thomas Kuhn having coffee

https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/paradigm

In the 60’s women  wore a tiny mini-  skirts
[Which seems  odd now, as we wear trousers most]
Then  bought longer ones should Vogue direct

We wore minis, stockings with grip welts
Cool in summer, chilly in the frost
Once all women  wore wool winter skirts

Trousers  made us free from fashions cracked
As long as we had slender tapered waists
We bought versions of  Parisian taste direct.

But  recently we see the trousers whacked
They must be short this year or lack good taste
They’re up and down our calves just like the skirts

And though we hated  belts, suspender packed
We now must buy a longer type of sock
To close the gap the shorter trousers make.

So I make my case that women’s trousers lack
Virtue, beauty, wonder, colour based
I think it’s time that skirts should now be backed

Let us admire the  daring females  most
Who wander  flower-skirted to the coast
Let us humans tear off all that hurts!
We need comfort, let the fashions flirt!

We have time but do not know for what
We do not wish to feel we’ve not lived well
Yet meaning  seems a fiction with no plot

I feel he will return, has he forgot?
Who shall be the arbiter, who’ll tell?
I have time but do not know for what

The dove has not returned to the dove cot
The devil seems to maul about this hell
Is meaning a  mere fiction with no plot?

Our ancestors were thankful for their lot.
They had expectations  lower yet fulfilled
We have time but do not know for what.

Am I someone human  or a blot
Upon the page where God writes his last Will?
Is there inner meaning or a plot?

Whatever game  it is we pay the bill
We see the  truth before us with no  frill.
We have time but do not know for what
Oh, destiny’s a  lie, no play’s pre-writ.

He will come Messianic and fulfilled
The birds will sing and all shall be his will.
We have time and bless the daily gift
Knowing neither what is slow or fast

Deja loo= I’ve already been to the lavatory
Deja-coo= I’ve already been seduced by this person’s beauty and charm
Deja boo=I’ve already disliked this person
Deja -trouve =Already found the treasure
Deja flu-I already had flu
Deja-flew= I’m here already
Deja- glue= married/in love/self obsessed
Deja- who? I’ve got dementia and I don’t care
Deja-shoo=I’ve got rid of the cat for an hour.I’m free
Deja you=Met already.
Deja plus=I’m French and better than you.
Deja-zoo=I’m a monkey, almost.Come back next year and I shall be.

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/in-atheists-we-distrust/

“Gervais and Norenzayan’s findings may shed light on an interesting puzzle: why acceptance towards atheism has grown rapidly in some countries but not others. In many Scandinavian countries, including Norway and Sweden, the number of people who report believing in God has reached an all-time low. This may have something to do with the way these countries have established governments that guarantee a high level of social security for all of their citizens.  Aaron Kay and his colleagues ran a study in Canada which found that political insecurity may push us towards believing in God. They gave participants two versions of a fictitious news story: one describing Canada’s current political situation as stable, the other describing it as potentially unstable. After reading one of the two articles, people’s beliefs in God were measured. People who read the article describing the government as potentially unstable were more likely to agree that God, or some other type of nonhuman entity, is in control of the universe. A common belief in the divine may help people feel more secure. Yet when security is achieved by more secular means, it may remove some of the draw of faith.”

The findings on why we distrust atheists also point towards another potential way of reducing such prejudice: by reminding people of charitable and altruistic acts committed in the name of atheism. In recent years, there has been a growing number of virtual communities dedicated to those interested in atheism. Some of these communities have begun to organize charitable efforts. For example, the Haiti earthquake led members of Richard Dawkins’ foundation to launch a campaign entitled Non-Believers Giving Aid. In December the Reddit.com online atheism community managed to raise over $200,000 worth of donations for Doctors Without Borders. It is possible that greater public awareness of altruistic atheists may help alleviate some of the distrust that many Americans feel towards nonbelievers.

Mary was going out for a meal with some former colleagues who had taught under functioning analysis and triquacking theory.She stood in her bedroom, surrounded by piles of clothes, wondering how hot the restaurant might be and how cold and frosty the air in the road by the bus stop.
I think I’ll phone Pete she told herself.
Pete answered on the first ring.After so many years, she still recognised his semi- South African accent and pleasing voice
Hello, it’s Mary Dirac-Brown hers, she said shyly.
Hello Mary Dirac-Brown, he responded instantly
Why, he sounds like the Amazon website, she thought to herself.That figures!
Hello, Pete, I was wondering if you could give me a lift to the restaurant tonight
You don’t need a lift, it’s on the ground floor, he informed her quietly and sensitively
I mean in your car.I can’t drive now.
Why not?
Actually, I never took the Test because I always drove very fast
Why didn’t you use the brakes? he teased her.I reckon you might have passed.
I stopped the car and vowed never to drive again but now it is a problem with Stan  dead etc
Well, what time do you suggest? Shall I come earlier?
Why does he say that  ,she pondered
No, it will take ages to put all my clothes away.I can’t make up my mind what to wear.
Why not just copy Hilary Clinton?
I must not buy any more clothes.Shall I dress smartly? Or smart casual or unsmart?
I know, said Pete.Shut your eyes and pick up 3 things off the bed and then wear those.
Mary closed her eyes.When she opened them she had a pair of Arran legwarmers, a green silk shirt and a black pleated silk skirt.
I suppose if I wear my new long camel coat, the leg warmers will be hidden, she whispered.She took a bottle of dandruff shampoo and washed her light gold locks and then waxed her bikini line by mistake.
My goodness,  why and how did I ever think of doing that, she pondered ruefully?And in the winter who wears a bikini?
Dressed in her pure silk outfit, the legwarmers hidden under thigh high red leather boots, she created a buzz in the restaurant as she climbed in through the window followed by Pete in his yellow wool suit and green tie.
Why did you come in via the window, asked Tom McDonne, the former head of her maths department?
We didn’t see any doors, she cried gaily.And Mossad wants more women agents so I thought MI5 might like to see me.
Who is this Mossad, Tom asked?
It’s the Israeli intelligence service.You must have heard of them.
But they don’t want old people! Tom told her ignorantly
That’s why we came through the window, so if any spies are here they will see how agile I am still.And I still know what uncountable infinity is.Aleph, aleph.
Tom led them to a  long table.
Wow, it’s a log table Mary screamed.I’ve not seen one for years.
Well, with computers and such like we don’t really need them anymore, Tom revealed.
Are they real logs, she queried.
No, they are vinyl, the waiter admitted furtively.Easier to wash
Mother never washed my log tables, Mary told the men impudently.
Let’s order some food, Tom said, as they all sat down
I fancy the Polish Hussar Roast,  he admitted.
What has a Polish Hussar ever done to you, Mary asked?
Nothing yet but I live in hope
And so do all of us.