My New Year Resolutions

1.To become conceited about  something
2,To have a bath in hot water
3.To stop doing Su Doku puzzles [ success]
4.To read  theology on my android device in a Coffee Shop while appearing to be tweeting
5.To be angry  about the right [ie wrong] things
6.To have more complicated dreams than my friends
7.To have any dreams except nightmares
8 To stop scratching my back as a hobby [Get a cat’s scratching post]
9 To knit some socks
10 To buy a darning mushroom
11 To be kind instinctively or by design
12.To remember I am alive and so are you
13 To stop believe elves will wash up when I go to bed
14 To realise thoughts and theories are not always actions
15 To write a book of jokes
16 To reread and makes notes  the life of Wittgenstein
17.To  notice more and think less

Stop! The Editor

SPBF2_20160615Thank you for asking us to dinner.I enjoyed the tripe
What a lovely meal.Can you cook?
I read Good Housekeeping for new  ideas in mathematics and cookery
What a  handy Vindaloo you have in the garden
I like curry but not for breakfast
I live on Weetabix so it was wonderful to get a decent meal and some chips.That was on the way home.
Is it sinful to serve old potatoes to visitors on an irregular basis?
I’d ask you back but we  live in Peru, not the Zoo
Will you come next Sunday?I found a joint in the freezer.
I am free most Fridays as my ex was Jewish but I have converted to  a barn and kitchen extension
Will you meet me in  Starbutt’s tonight? I’ll be there at 7 pm BSM
My wife is too mad in bed.
My partner is psycho-neurotic and he is in analysis with Bion,he says.Do you believe that? Bion is not alive.Does it matter? Thanks

A post about David Hockney

We should all age like David Hockney. At 80, he paints everyday. Sometimes on his ipad, sometimes on canvas. Lucky for us, we get to see his work and appreciate how his art has evolved in his life. A little break in the cold weather provided a perfect morning to wander through the exhibit, transported […]

via David Hockney at 80 — cyclingrandma

The limerick spot

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Image and original photo by Katherine

There was a young lady from Bow
Who liked both Ted Hughes and his crow
Alas he knew not
Her fantasies rot
She moved to  East Walthamstow

She loved a young  Frenchman called Jean
He had her heart in his pocket,ah men!
He was writing Nausea
But not Diarrhea
Sartre, he’s done it again.

At last she got married and then
She had her first child,little Ben
Her husband was thrilled
As she was on the pill
But control must fail now and again!

 

Imagining that presence

You did not speak to me in  words at all
But how can I express my vision  otherwise?
Imagining your presence is my call

The image of a golden cloud-like shawl
Full of warmth and love, so saw my eyes
You did not speak to me in  words at all

Like the  sun, and yet a cloud not  ball
Emanating care,sublime surprise.
Imagining your presence is my call

I was low and had  to further fall
Though startled when  you  came in this disguise
You did not speak to me in  words at all

Bleak despair and grief were my allies
I have seen  so cannot now deny
You did not speak to me in  words at all
Imagining that presence is my call

 

 

Focus on the world

Learning how to fall is very hard
Why would humans do it anyway
For practising deliberately is barred?

Don’t  walk if your soles are spread with lard
Don’t run through when having a bad day
Learning how to fall is very hard

Don’t go blind by using big cigars
Concentrate  on good and  do not fear
And practising deliberately is barred

Don’t stand on old chairs when playing cards
Love the aged and their ways bizarre
Learning how to fall is always hard

Be relaxed and land with hands witheld
Don’t tell lies  and do not ever leer
For practising deliberately is barred

Love yourself when  others make you fear
Focus on the world and on desire
Learning how to fall seems rather hard
For practising deliberately is barred