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Month: Apr 2019
Britain puts on its dark comic show
Britain puts on its own comic show
Demons now released,cold hatred bites
Hurts our people slowly, with cruel blows
Masochism and sadism toe to toe
Kindness and good will are put to flight
Britain puts on its dark comic show
Did the people voting ever know
What we heard were falsehoods ,patent lies
They hurt our people slowly like cruel blows
Now we’re humbled yet we cannot go
The show goes on, the sparrows softly fly
Britain puts on its iconic show
Hurt your neighbour, hurt yourself and more
Stir up rage and let the people die
We ourselves made lowly, by such blows
Where is sense, where is our true ally?
Peace in our time, how the babies cry.
Britain puts on its black comic show
Mocks the people , shows love the front door
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Stung to death by liars.
The pun is mightier than the word
God’s in the heavens,no light for the world
Curiousity thrills aegrotats
Always talk of the funny side of rites
He resented going to Levens
He rose like the bread when the yeast is made flesh
It’s bad luck to fake mirrors
I beat men like Blair
Riveting knees and wheels
The child’s cry dies in the wool
You do not do yahoo? Metoo?
The cauldron of mourning
Stung to death by liars.
Put your nest egg forward
Keep butting one lot in front of another
Never say, why.
The cottage was pie
An infinitesmal number divided the fishes and loaves.It’s not called for us
When my rhyme comes
Born on Wednesday.Spoke on Friday.Died later.
Marriage is for creeps
I have seen the writing on the ball
Do your least.
I am punch spunk
Why did the bicycle shriek? It lost its spokes
Do you take this person to be your wife? No, they are my husband.
We lived in a taunted house till our spirits wailed
Why did the whale eat Jonah? God knows.
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Sad eyed lady of the Lowlands
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Oh, exponential growth in love and care
Oh, so chaste and pure, my husband said
As I took but him into my bed
I didn’t know I could have taken two
He had wit but I had got no clue.
I’ve never heard of weddings with two grooms
Is this legal, what is here presumed?
I would have thought two brides a better deal
They could share their worries and their meals
Am I lacking brains to miss the clue
That if you marry one, you might take two?
Then for each one another must be found
So I’d have four, eight, sixteen kiss my hand
Oh, exponential growth in love and care
This seems odd, how could I even share?
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No sentences no syntax,just manure
Objections made to folk who get degrees
Without the payment of gigantic fees
Instead they write great books or create Art
Or give donations so to reach the charts
Karen Armstrong got one well deserved
The history of God quite unexpurged
But for anyone to get a Ph.D
Should their gifst of money published be?
Page 1
I dedicate my thesis now right here
To all the folk I’ve scammed in South Korea
And in remote yet populated lands
I gave them my old laptops contraband
Page 2
My supervisor was the very best
He let me write a thesis with no text
And at my Oral I was onward blessed
When they thought I looked a litttle vexed
Page 3
So from now on, refer to me as Doc
I’m ripe with wisdom like that chimney stack
My thesis is unusual I know
No sentences no syntax,just manure
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A Celtic sense of humour
I hope, by the way, that I do not sound anti-British. It is impossible not to admire a people who gave up India and held on to Northern Ireland. That shows a truly Celtic sense of humor.”
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We are stupid
John Dominic Crossan quotes
https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/43692.John_Dominic_Crossan
“My point, once again, is not that those ancient people told literal stories and we are now smart enough to take them symbolically, but that they told them symbolically and we are now dumb enough to take them literally.”
― Who Is Jesus? Answers to Your Questions About the Historical Jesus
― Who Is Jesus? Answers to Your Questions About the Historical Jesus
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When we see the small, oh joyful fate
God lives in the weed outside the gate
Small and unobtrusive in the grit
What we notice there becomes our fate
Who looks down with care to see, relate
To the humble soil, the wise, what’s fit?
God lives in the weed outside the gate
Dandelions not roses I found late
By the window , moths round lanterns flit
What we notice not decides our fate
Attending to the small ,the delicate
We learn, we see, how weakness is our writ
God lives in the roots beside the gate
Trees grow tall but roots are infinite
The artist paints grey shadows under-lit
What we notice not decides our fate
The model for the life class quietly sits
The newer student stutters , is this it?
God lives in the roots deep by the gate
When we see the small, oh joyful fate
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Dialectic
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Any moment captured is a fluke.
Through the cross of gravity and wind
The thinner branches sway in softest rain
The red leaves of the maple hang down low
Loose as morals, swift as sudden pain
No leaf or branch is still, the flowers wave
Points of light gleam from the darkest space
The pins of holly glow, protect inmates
Mellow,moving, musical in grace
Ah, see the tree trunks glowing in strong sun
Maple red and sycamore and larch
Spruced up by showers that wandered to and fro
Like sheets dried on the line that flap unstarched
Infinite the leaves of this my book
Any moment captured is a fluke.
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Wm Blake
https://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/blake/to_see_world.html
(Fragments from “Auguries of Innocence“
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.
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In deep now,turn off that light
Photo by Oliver Sju00f6stru00f6m on Pexels.com
I’m in deep now,never been this deep before The world’s hollow like a shell and I’m out its door. In so deep, the ocean has its own startled floor. I’m down,down.down.never been so dark , so more I can’t rightly tell how I got where I am I think I had an accident,fell over, then I swam. Sometimes it’s a loss, be times it’s a man. I guess I only do it cos I know some folk can. I don’t know if the joy is worth the pain Would I choose to relive if, I was born again? The deep joy is the amazing gain. But the sorrow is damn sad, let’s admit it plain. I’m in deep and it’s over my head What was I thinking of,when I fell out of that bed? I look up and the sea’s so turquoise like that mist is red When we get good and mad and wish some loon was dead. At first, it was all just black,black pain But from the bottom of the well, I looked up with awed love again. That’s when I recalled,feelings are deep and sane Joy is much greater when we’re in the deep,deep zone. I dunno if I’m ever comin’ out. We can’t control it,ain’t that what life’s all about? I’ll never love with innocence again,nor not feel doubt. But I’m no teapot and the devil ain’t got my spout. I’m swimming and the ocean’s so mysteriously bright Down here we don’t have no day nor no night Fish nudge me with big grins and teeth white Sea flowers fondle me and whisper,turn off that light
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Composer James MacMillan
Extract
“He said: “I am very proud about it, I’ve been coming to the Edinburgh Festival since I was a teenage boy. I remember the first time, it was probably 1977, even before I started university, and I saw Mary Queen of Scots by Thea Musgrave, I heard The Rite of Spring, pieces by John Tavener, all these things – I saw [Yehudi] Menuhin play Beethoven.”
La Grand Inconnu is a French term, ‘The Great Unknown’, which is often associated with the Holy Spirit, the composer said.
MacMillan, who is 59 until July, added: “In English it means ‘the great unknown’, but it can mean something completely different. It is for two choirs, and an orchestra, and there are four soloists.
“It is a exploration and reflection on spirit, the Holy Spirit for for example.
“There are texts, I have a little [Saint] John of the Cross in there. But generally it is words, and sounds, that got it going: for example the Hebrew word for breath is ‘ruach’, and the Greek word is ‘pneuma’, and the Latin word is ‘spiritus’, so you can see where I am going with that.”
The second movement is is inspired by words in each language for water, and the final movement ruminates on the words for fire.
He added: “Why the Holy Spirit? Well I suppose its the most mysterious thing about the faith, I suppose.
“All of Christianity is a mystery, I suppose, but the idea of this third person, its the one we cannot really relate to. We can get the Father, and we can get the son, because he was an historical figure, but the Holy Spirit: what is that about? So there is a mystery there that fascinates me.
“Also, I think for secular people, it is what is most fascinating about the Trinity. What is this spirit thing? It is not just the arts world, I think society in general is rediscovering spirituality, the spirit, it means a lot to people, especially in the world of music.
“People talk about music being the most spiritual of the arts: they’re not talking about conventional religion, like me, but they mean something by that, and they use that for the impact music has on their life, which is transformative. So for all those reasons I thought it was a good way to go.””
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I was only trying to help you
After my major eye operation I had to lie on my front for some time, then I had to sit upright all the time, night and day for many weeksI got new glasses after 3 months.The op was not a great success.
I tried to go out and after getting off a bus I asked a lady to help me cross the road. I was seeing double
She grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me straight into the road. without warning It was very busy indeed but she did not wait for a gap.
I managed to pull my arm away and said to her,
Why did you do that?
She replied
I managed to pull my arm away and said to her,
Why did you do that?
She replied
I was only trying to help you.
Help me to Heaven or Hell or the Hospital?
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Stan enjoys Purgatory
Mary woke up on Tuesday feeling dazed.She had been dreaming of Arnold,her student boyfriend.so sweet and shy.
I wonder where he is now, she thought.Then she recalled he was in fact a world famous cancer researcher.She hoped he had found a shy sweet partner would it be better if he had found an extraverted jelly kind of wife.
Emile was yowling on the landing despite the large bowl of Superior Cat Food he was standing next to by the bookshelf
I believe that people and animals like not just to eat, but to be fed,Mary thought.Stan used to make the dinner but he always wanted her to serve.
Emile would eat his food after she stroked him.But who would stroke, Mary?This was a hard and topical question because Mary had stopped eating.However, as she was quite large, she could live for a few weeks on water only.So she mused
Mary put on a pair of purple trousers and a lomg lavender coloured top.She gazed into the mirror wondering why three hairdressers had failed to help her style her fair hair.
Now,she recalled Arnold was a Russian Jew by inheritance though he had lived in the USA all his life until taking up research into cancer at the ancient university Mary attended.
If she had married Arnold she could have pretended to be religious,converted and then worn a wig.
Annie came running upstairs.
Whatever are you doing,she yelled.It’s 11 oclock! Her make up was melting despite being Max Doctor’s All Day Creme Mousse
I was wondering if I could find a Jewish man who would marry me, purely legally, just so I could wear a wig.
What a load of tripe,Annie retorted.No wonder you’ve had no breakfast.If the man was religious he could not marry a lapsed Christian. Or an agnostic.
If you want a wig just go online.
You have no imagination,Mary answered,I spend half my time wondering what would happen if I did A,B or C.And what I might wear
And then you do D,Annie joked merrily.Or X.
Where are you going in purple trousers,she continued.You should not wear them at your age.
Do purple trousers have a meaning,asked Mary.I got them in Windsmoor’s sale for £12.
I refrained from buying a jersey jumpsuit as it looked like a burkini and I am a bit nervous now of racists coming into the open.
Very sensible ,Annie told her.I bet the French are jealous because Muslim women and certain Jewish women don’t get skin cancer nearly as often as Christian or agnostic English women.Should we convert?
I don’t think they would like it if it were only to save ourselves from cancer,Mary mused.
True,said Annie,dully
Mary felt hot so they went into the kitchen and made some tea.Annie was wearing snakeskin pyjamas and black patent shoes.
Do you sleep in those pyjamas,Mary asked?
Oh,no.These are day pyjamas or leisure suits ,Annie smiled.They are comfy.You can get them in the market for £2.
Mary heard a strange noise
.Stan ,her late spouse ,appeared in the kitchen carrying a big leather bag,
Hello,he grinned.I’ve just come to say I have bought a detached house in Ealing.
But you are dead,Mary whispered thoughtlessly
Yes,I am a ghost but I have bought the house via Dave.I paid cash.
Why Ealing,Mary asked suspiciously
I like that song,Neasden and it’s quite near on the North Circular.And Ealing is healing!
So that’s where you’ve been while I have been grieving,Mary said.On the North Circular Road enjoying Willie Rushton’s songs as you drive
And besides, I want to re-marry and get a wig.
Well,you can get the wig,Stan told her handing her £4,000 in cash from his pocket.But don’t get married until I am in heaven
When will that be,the ladies asked.
Dunno,he cried.It’s such fun in Purgatory where the ladies are naughty but not actually evil.
And so say all the men.Ah,men
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I hunt the house to find migrating gnats
I tap my fingers on the table top
I can’t keep still and some days I just hop
I shout coarse words to let off steam in bed
I wear a mobile phoneme on my head
My eyes roll round the room like marbles rare
I levitate as I dye my own hair
I study linguistics as I pray
I light the fire with matchsticks every day
I’m losing weight by running up big bills
I eat my food and visit flour mills
I wash my clothes by hand and dry them flat
I hunt the house to find migrating gnats
By bedtime I am glad to lie down flat
So they awarded me an Aegrotat
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Sunday blues
The air feel still and cool and nothing moves
The birds have disappeared and do not sing.
Life feels distant, love’s in interlude
As we age when health and wit we lose
What new learnings may our own life bring?
The air feel still and cool and nothing moves
Are we present to the life we choose?
Attention must be paid to each small thing
Life feels distant, heart feels unrenewed
Like the dough we must be left to rise
The hidden power of yeast the flour shall wring
Minute yet powerful, how the grains collide
Hidden in the dark ,what myriad eyes
Insects scurry, wasps to nettles cling
Life feels distant, lovers lost are rued
Now we feel the breath of a small wind
A whispering voice, the holy dove descends
The air feel still and cool and nothing moves
Consoled by darkness, we await its clues.
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In the end, the truth is where love lies.
With foresight, we may see where problems lurk
And root them out before they start to grow
Yet often life’s mysteriously dark
And what we reap is what another sowed.
In hindsight, this seems obvious and plain.
But some can pick the true out with no pain
Yet others choose their fantasy again
They amble down a cheerful sunny lane.
Though what is real may not be what we wish
Better truth that hurts than lies that charm
Reality is not an easy choice
Yet falsehood will mislead and even harm.
Insight grows with patient watching eyes
In the end, the truth is where love lies.
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The quiet garden
Image created from photograph by Katherine
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What did you say?
Rigor mortis has set in in our governent or vice versa.But things must be done pro forma pro bono and pro rata.
After all eros is not meant to stay there and yet love conquers all except Jacob Rees Mogg
Liars love con-fusion and often co-habiting makes them worse.
I find this stuff in-hibiting but I may be ex-hibiting some narcissistic wound or hole
I must stop,end,finish or else I shall go on ad infinitum till you all get psy-chotic.
What is chotic , anyway?
I see it should be psych-otic.What is otic? What is er-otic? where is hisotic?
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Common Latin words used in English
Extract
- Ipso facto: By the fact itself.
This often misused term denotes when something is true by its very nature, or a direct result of an action. For example, if you didn’t stop your friend from stealing you are ipso facto an accomplice. - Mea culpa: Through my own fault.
This is Latin for “my bad,” a short phrase to accept blame and apologize for something going wrong. - Per diem: For each day.
This phrase is used in legal and accounting business to refer to payment rendered on a daily basis rather than as an annual salary or hourly rate. For example, if a nurse works on a per diem basis, she is paid by the day and does not have a long-term contract. - Pro bono: For the good.
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Civis and civility, eros and sweet love
Oh,I learned Latin and it’s Greek to me
Amo, amas,amat oh will you soon love tea?
Dryden did translations and he was very good
Producing splendid verses as a very wild poet should
He tranlated the Aeneid and I have spelled it wrong
Down amid the dunces I am happy to belong.
Half the words in English are Latin I have found
Memento mori, lament glory ,words in which I drown
Mea culpa, mea culpa,I should have learned by now
Kyrie Eleison is Greek I fear , but how?
Now the Mass in English it cannot still evoke
The feelings and the spiritual , they both went up in smoke
Civis and civility, eros and sweet love
Will we stay in Pardise wth the holy dove?
Yet we don’t learn Hebrew to recite the Psalms
We don’t need electric lights to do a lot of harm
Annulled by eerie marriage, void and overspent
I have crossed out history and I didn’t find dissent
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Act yourself
Who did gooseberries fool?
Why do strawberries jam?
Do eggs lie on toast?
She fried her own eggs daily
She even made her own bread
We had grapefruits bigger than the grapes.
Why do sheets change?
Do pillows have good cases in law?
Why get married when you can go to prison?
Why have a man when you could love a cat freely
Why marry a wo/man when you can go fishing?
Just relax and act naturally
My therapist is dead but I’ve never mentioned it
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The honey seeking butterfly unpaid?
The robot voice is from the a faux BT
The voice is loud with no affect but rage
My broadband is now ending after tea
Is this News broadcast on the BBC
Or in the Times, if so what is the page?
The robot voice informs me it’s BT
What type of people scam so merrily?
When boundaries are broken ,disengaged
My broadband is now ending after tea
I envy the small sparrow in a tree
No need to use a laptop, no air raid
The robot voice tells lies,it’s not BT
What visions have the eagle high and free
The honey seeking butterfly unpaid?
My broadband will be ending after tea
Fixation on the screen which God forbade
Stops us from reminders of the grave
The robot voice now claims it is BT
My broadband will end shortly just like me
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Mary is insulted and assaulted
Mary was feeling very bad tempered.Wearing her good brown coat without its fake fur collar she had ventured into Waterbones Bookshop.Putting her crutch against the wall she sat down on a small metal folding chair for a few minutes., pondering whether to buy a book for £20 or to go into Boots and buy some foundation cream and pink nail varnish
Suddenly a young woman approached and said in a strangely peremptory manner
If you want to sit down, you will have to go upstairsâl
I can’t get up the stairs Mary told her truthfully.You have no lift
Well, you are next to the Crime Section, it is very popular
There’s nobody here right now.So if people come I shall have left
No,get up cried the assistant
As the woman seemed unable to leave her alone, Mary left the shop.She decided to use Amazon.
So much for protecting her High Street!
As she approached her home. a neighbour came by and said a very offensive few sentences.Maybe she had an aversion to women
In the evening Mary received a text
I realise I offended you.I was in a hurry.Apologies.
After a few days Mary replied
I am sorry I could not stay to allow you to insult me further.I am in severe pain when standing still.If you wish to verbally attack me or insult me please invite me to your house and let me sit down .Then you can ring 999 and ask for Dave.
Later on Dave the transexual,transvestite and transforming paramedic ran in with a chocolate cake in his hand.He wore his denim dress with a yellow pinny decorated with embroidered ladybirds and some pink velvet shoes he had just got in the Market
Would you like me to make you a cup of tea,Mary? Where’s Annie? Dave said anxiously
Annie is down in Brighton for the weekend.She wants to see the sea,Mary lied
What’s wrong with Sheringham? Dave asked thoughtlessly?
She liked the shops in the Brighton.She likes to wander aimlessly about the lanes bumping into men now and then,Mary cried ironically
She could be arrested and imprisoned,Dave said untherapeutilcally
The men don’t seem to mind! Mary muttered loudly with envy on her voicel
You look pale,Mary,Dave whispered into her ear.Are you ok?
No , she murmured.Why are people so cruel to me?
Why not hit one with your stick, he suggested brilliantly
I am a pacifist and anyway they might hit me, back she thought out loud
How about :The gentle art of verbal self defence? I saw you read it/
I’d rather kick them, she answered pointedly
Now I have an idea,said Dave.I’ll put a suit on and accompany you out to the town
I can’t believe I need a “man” to protect me, she said in a low voice
But I am not a “man”, he cried desperately
Are you ” other” she queried
I am all and nothing, he said in a puzzled tone.
Are you God? she said in a sudden panic
Not yet, he cried.It’s Emile who is to be the New Messiah
No, mewed Emile.I am still not fully converted to Judaism.It is complex.
Well, get a move on.We can’t keep living the way we are,Mary sighed
Would you like to walk on water in this weather, the cat answered . Many are called and a few are frozen, he continued philosophically.
It would make a change, from the Gaza protests, Dave cried
I wish the PM would try it,Mary giggled fervently.Would her leopard skin shoes get wet?
We will never know.She’s into ankle boots now.
Next it will be knee high boots
Heil Theresa…..
Heil Boris
Who’d have Brexited that?
Send us peace in our rhymes,Lord
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Human minds,human values
Extract
She concludes that there are indeed advanced modes of development for
the emotions. Since these emotions are deeply significant for the people
who experience them, she calls them ‘value-sensing’. She identifies a ‘value-sensing
construct mode’, which is the realm of the arts and of religious myth and
ritual, and mirrors the intellectual construct mode with its scientific
thought. And then there is a ‘value-sensing transcendent mode’ which is
the realm of spiritual experience, and mirrors the intellectual transcendent
mode with its mathematics.
She describes these modes as ‘advanced in the developmental sense, in
that you can’t get them in the early stages of living. They are also perhaps
advanced in another sense, in that they have to be cultivated more than
the early ones. There may be flashes of either emotional or intellectual
insight, but to cultivate them you have to be systematic and disciplined
and you rely more heavily on teaching.’
Her ideal is to be able to move from one mode to another at will. We
may choose to think logically about a problem, for example, when that is
useful to us. In the same way, it can be useful to have transcendent emotional
experiences. ‘They put our personal goals into some sort of perspective.
By being more aware of our emotions and valuing them more, we might live
more happily and society might work better.’
She concludes by speculating on the possibility of a ‘dual enlightenment’
in which intellect and emotion are equally valued. If that happens, ‘we
may come to feel less embarrassed about and suspicious of transcendent emotion,
seeing it as no more ‘weird’ than the capacity for mathematical thought’.
Each of these, she says, is ‘a normal, though generally ill-developed, power
of the human mind’.
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Love’s great boundary
I see this house where you once lived with me
I cannot hear your voice in any room,
I touch the cushions,rugs and tapestry
I feel the silky sheets my eye can see.
The silken scarves,the necklaces of blue
I see this house where you once lived with me
The trees bend in the wind, they cannot flee
Their little twigs and branches softly croon
I touch the well embroidered tapestry
The silence is the lack that makes me free
The other senses gratified, stll bloom
I see the sofa, marriage bed indeed
No voice but mine is heard , oh loss obscene
All I see is blackness and faint moon
The cushions comfort me ,oh heart bereaved
Yet all you gave is rich in my esteem
The wedding ring of gold still has its gleam,
I weep at home where you once loved well me
I flinch then rest by love’s great boundary
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Keats and negative capability
“When we look into Keats’s expressions of conflict between
imagination and reality we can see the roots of this conflict in the
problem of identity. Keats wrote about the sunset, the sparrow, the
mythological figure as if he had lost his identity in the object. He
experienced these identifications sometimes with a sense of discovery
and sometimes with fear or irritability. Eventually, Keats began to see
that his identity would not be maddened by his imagination and could
be strengthened by it. He realized, in other words, “that a not inconsiderable increase in psychical efficiency” can result “from a disposition
which in itself is perilous.” In-the four years we know Keats as a letter
writer and a poet, we can see the development of his capacity for
retaining a sense of identity even when seized by powerful or seductive
visions. This is the development–the turning of a weakness into a
strength, both as artist and as man-that accounts for many apparent
contradictions in Keats’s thought. The language of negative capability
has been difficult because it suggests a puzzling oxymoron- a negative
and a positive. The figure presents two aspects of a dual process, the
first part of which, in its partial renunciation of control, can be felt as a
negative, while the second, or alternating, state recreates and is felt as a
capability. The c reative process in some of its operations posed
dangers for Keats’!; identity. But by the spring of 1819, the period of the
great odes, there appears a new strength in the second aspect of
negative capabilily imagination”
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No mind? Keats’ letters
“Keats wrote his friend John Hamilton Reynolds on 18 February 1818: “Now it is more noble to sit like Jove tha[n] to fly like Mercury—let us not therefore go hurrying about and collecting honey-bee-like, buzzing here and there impatiently from a knowledge of what is to be arrived at; but let us open our leaves like a flower and be passive and receptive—budding patiently under the eye of Apollo, and taking hints from every noble insect that favors us with a visit” (Letters 1:232-33).
Such hints should be accepted gratefully, not least because they are creatively productive (As Blake put it, using “Keatsian” imagery: “The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.”) To irritably reject them because they cannot be fitted into a larger scheme—“knowledge of what is to be arrived at,” a system of one’s own making—amounts to an egoistic assertion and projection of one’s own identity. Of Dilke, “disquisition” with whom launched these thoughts, Keats later said he “was a Man who cannot feel he has a personal identity unless he has made up his mind about every thing. The only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing—to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts…Dilke will never come at a truth as long as he lives; because he is always trying at it.” (Letters 2:21)”
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Driving over Beachy Head by car
The earth has turned to jelly while we slept
The world’s a wobble,from the right to left
Noone knows what we can do
There’s a strange new strain of flu
Where is the old wisdom we dropped?
Unstable and ungracious now, we are
Driving over Beachy Head by car
We have got the sausage rolls
And we’ve brought our mobile phones
Ring me and you’ll hear me playing war
Soon the death of all the gods will pass
We worship lifeless objects gold and brass
We worship the ineptitude
And show we have no gratitude
For being at the top of every class
Everyone has got a big TV
Seeing what their neighbours see
Watches gold with dying sparks
Irritate the beggar’s heart
Let’s deport him back to Bermondsey
How my heart speaks 