Day: November 1, 2017

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At Uni I got an Aegrotat   because I had a sick sense of humour
When I got married my husband didn’t even know my name.Neither did I.
I worked in a male order firm in the summer holidays.Then at Xmas, I  delivered the male myself.We only had one in stock.
I also worked in a care home for older people.One died.But soon we got another.
I have a problem.I sing like a boiling kettle.So people expect to be in hot water.
I got another Aegrotat.I was mentally sick.I didn’t like to pick up books.I was  unable to make distinctions like pens and ink….Freud said it is  copulation, you see.That’s why children have to type on computers.One day they will type on paper and then we’ll see. Meanwhile they have real sex as soon as it’s legal.Is sex legal?
Did Freud really understand the Unconscious?

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When I attained puberty I kept drumming my fingers on the sideboard and the table.I couldn’t stop until the Devil came out and asked me for my instructions.
What does he think I am, a Catholic priest?

I’ve been sorting out my books.None are horror stories except Peter Pan.

I never read maths books unless I couldn’t solve the problems.

I love Aegrotats, Thermostats and Acrobats.And cats on mats

Robinson Crusoe

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Digital art by Katherine

How infinitely good . . . providence is, which has provided in its government of mankind such narrow bounds to his sight and knowledge of things; and though he walks in the midst of so many thousand dangers, the sight of which, if discovered to him, would distract his mind and sink his spirits, he is kept serene and calm, by having the events of things hid from his eyes, and knowing nothing of the dangers which surround him. (Defoe, p. 163)

The hoards of hordes

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Photo from Mike Flemming’s blog.Will post link later

Personally.I hoard hordes of admirers’ letters by my bed in a big box to read when bored by what I see on the blackboard in my head.That’s the fate of beautiful maths teachers.So many admirers, but so few understood my love of pi.Actually, nobody  did. I think I was abnormal but never mind. 

Usually, I hoarded my pocket money but when Mum said that hordes of barbarians were coming to the football match.I decided to spend it all before they arrived Never did chocolate taste so good.Then I felt sickened by my greed.Then I must have died as I can’t recall anything else.

When hordes of men walked to the town hall, the Mayor took all his hoarded goodies and fled.East I think.

When I am bored I write poems on a  board.

Have you anything to declare? Yes, God is Light
How did you weigh him?
You can’t weigh light waves,
How about particles?
They move so fast!

The fishing boats at dawn

The fishing boats like seeds on morning sea
Floated at a distance  from the shore
The sun’s rise right behind them, poetry

Standing at the window where we see
Ancient practice carried out once more
From fishing boats like seeds on morning sea

In the flowers  outside the window, honey bees
Murmur with the sea  like a small choir
The sun’s rise right behind them, poetry

The scent of  many roses rises free
While rusting in the beach one sees war’s wire
While fishing boats are seeds on morning sea

This  flat coast might give ships entry free
A  place for Nazi troops  and battles  dire
The sun so bright adds  insecurity

I fear that our lost Empire made us liars
Unconscious  of the hatred we inspired
The fishing boats  are seeds on morning sea
The sun may rise  behind them warily

Alabaster  mixed with shreds of bone

Which is of  greater value to the lone,
They  suffer despite access to the web
A jewelled ring or a sea-polished stone?

Days of love when by the sea we roamed
May mean as much as love shared in a bed
Which is of greater value to the lone?

A home computer and a good smartphone
A thoughtful book forever to be read,
A jewelled ring or a sea-polished stone

Alabaster  mixed with shreds of bone
Found at Dunwich, telling as a rib
Which is of higher value to the lone

As the rounds of running tides brings poems
Let us hold  in memory  what we had
Both jewelled ring and such sea-polished stones

As I blunder, writing poems at home,
I wonder, who shall know such love again
Which can bring more comfort to the lone
A jewelled ring or a sea-polished stone?

Horde:Oxford dicitonary online

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horde

NOUN

  • 1derogatory A large group of people.

    ‘a horde of beery rugby fans’
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    1. 1.1 An army or tribe of nomadic warriors.
      ‘Tartar hordes’
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  • 2Anthropology 
    A small loosely knit social group typically consisting of about five families.

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A spelling mistake?

“Their second full day in Singapore saw the Royal couple meet hoards of admirers in the   nearby covered market of Tiong Bahru, where they surprised morning shoppers buying fruit and vegetables, fish and household goods.”