I might have a nervous breakdown next

I might have a nervous  breakdown next
We have to fill the day with will and care
My mental health  is worsening as I text

I feel so angry, I am deeply vexed
If this was cricket someone would declare
That they might have a nervous  breakdown next

I guess a doctor might give me a test
Would it be  my cue to  show a flair?
My mental health  is worse than I can text

In the past man  used to value rest
Now it is our pysches we prefer
So I might have a psychic  break through next

I feel so limp,I’ve lost my love and  zest
But to the lords of warfare, won’t defer
My mental health   forecast in ancient texts

I see a crowd of medics who confer
I see a  syringe of the drugs so drear
I might have had mental  breakdown next
I escaped  but  they still  run  the West

Let’s go baby

IMG_0020.jpgDearly beloved,we are gathered here together to thank God for making us the best people on earth.And to say, we don’t need him any more as we have got some very artificial intelligence, thousands of spies and almost all the people in the world carry devices which have microphones,cameras and location  and moreover they read the News online and believe every word of it.Let’s go,baby

I wasn’t one of the six million


I Wasn’t One of the Six Million: And What Is My Life Span? Open Closed Open



I wasn’t one of the six million who died in the Shoah,
I wasn’t even among the survivors.
And I wasn’t one of the six hundred thousand who went out of Egypt.
I came to the Promised Land by sea.
No, I was not in that number, though I still have the fire and the smoke
within me, pillars of fire and pillars of smoke that guide me
by night and by day. I still have inside me the mad search
for emergency exits, for soft places, for the nakedness
of the land, for the escape into weakness and hope,
I still have within me the lust to search for living water
with quiet talk to the rock or with frenzied blows.
Afterwards, silence: no questions, no answers.
Jewish history and world history
grind me between them like two grindstones, sometimes
to a powder. And the solar year and the lunar year
get ahead of each other or fall behind,
leaping, they set my life in perpetual motion.
Sometimes I fall into the gap between them to hide,
or to sink all the way down.
I believe with perfect faith that at this very moment
millions of human beings are standing at crossroads
and intersections, in jungles and deserts,
showing each other where to turn, what the right way is,
which direction. They explain exactly where to go,
what is the quickest way to get there, when to stop
and ask again. There, over there. The second
turnoff, not the first, and from there left or right,
near the white house, by the oak tree.
They explain with excited voices, with a wave of the hand
and a nod of the head: There, over there, not that there, the other there,
as in some ancient rite. This too is a new religion.
I believe with perfect faith that at this very moment.

4 pints of whiskey and a flea, s’il vous plait.

Our so called leaders could  barely get a flock of sheep to fall off a cliff without using a nuclear missile.
Theresa May or May Not ask the House of Commons to vote on anything more importantthat whether milk should be in bottles like whiskey.Or in view of our anxious condition, whether whiskey should come in  4 pint cardboard containers saying:Use with 24 hours.
In Britain we claw and bite  tourists speaking Spanish on the Tube while we gladly go to Spanish restaurants [ 2 women are charged with assault on he Underground]

If you  miss the sense of community engendered by War,why not move to Gaza City? It might be hard to get in but ,boy, is it hard to get out… alive.

If you feel bad, just thank God you are not a farmer in Gaza.

Israel, where  tickets to the Theatre are free.Bring your own wooden tower.

Ever wondered what it would be like to have a lunatic in charge of the world? Wonder no more.

Are adverbs bad? Not if you like crossing out with a red pen

My son passed out after receiving Communion.I thought Jesus being Jewish it would have been unleavened bread but it was a sponge from Tesco’s  or an india rubber from, possibly, India.Well ,talk about constipation.They should have put detergent in the wine.

I’ll never fall in love again.I’ll swim.

Make your own quotes with 26 letters and a few commas.And a full stop.

All the words enraged.

My writing career ended at the bus stop.The brakes came on too suddenly and I ripped my notebook in half.Which half I can’t tell.

I used to write lyric poetry until I realised I didn’t know what lyrics are.So no I mimic instead

The curlew rolled the bell into the hay
The flowing bird ran boldly  up a tree
I bought its lovely nest from off Ebay
It  left  me soiled in dark pests, what a flea!

Stephen King on how to write



6. When writing, disconnect from the rest of the world.

Writing should be a fully intimate activity. Put your desk in the corner of the room, and eliminate all possible distractions, from phones to open windows. King advises, “Write with the door closed; rewrite with the door open.”

You should maintain total privacy between you and your work. Writing a first draft is “completely raw, the sort of thing I feel free to do with the door shut — it’s the story undressed, standing up in nothing but its socks and undershorts.”

7. Don’t be pretentious.

“One of the really bad things you can do to your writing is to dress up the vocabulary, looking for long words because you’re maybe a little bit ashamed of your short ones,” says King. He compares this mistake to dressing up a household pet in evening clothes — both the pet and the owner are embarrassed, because it’s completely excessive.

As iconic businessman David Ogilvy writes in a memo to his employees, “Never use jargon words like reconceptualize, demassification, attitudinally, judgmentally. They are hallmarks of a pretentious ass.” Furthermore, don’t use symbols unless necessary. “Symbolism exists to adorn and enrich, not to create an artificial sense of profundity,” writes King.

8. Avoid adverbs and long paragraphs.

As King emphasizes several times in his memoir, “the adverb is not your friend.” In fact, he believes that “the road to hell is paved with adverbs” and compares them to dandelions that ruin your lawn. Adverbs are worst after “he said” and “she said” — those phrases are best left unadorned.

You should also pay attention to your paragraphs, so that they flow with the turns and rhythms of your story. “Paragraphs are almost always as important for how they look as for what they say,” says King.