Day: October 1, 2019

The mystery of children

Doctor my husband wants me to move
What are you imagining now?
He was in my dreams.He says he has bought me a new house
Can ghosts buy houses?
I didn’t like to tell him he  is dead.
Anyway, it’s in Ealing
But you won’t know anybody there
Do you think we should obey the dead?
I can’t imagine  it happens much
Except for  Jesus.
Do you think your husband might be resurrected
No, but we did buy a gramophone in Ealing once
I can’t interpret this at all.
Gosh,  how stupid you are,doctor.
That is not polite
Mathematicians care about Truth not politeness
Are they mutually exclusive?
I suppose there is an overlap.But if you are rude people will not listen to your lectures on  logic,maths and statistics
I take your point
Is it on the Real Line?
That sounds like Gd.
 Numbers  have a mystical side, heavily disguided by  teaching very  long division and   nasty fractions to little children
You mean it’s deliberate?
Either that or I am paranoid or both
Do two minuses make a plus?
Try it with two credit cards!
I have a feeling I might get into debt twice over
Mystery it certainly is
And so say all of us

How can it be morning without you?

How can it be morning without you
There is  a hollow  place inside the house 
Vacated  and now filled with nothing new
For who can take the place of a loved spouse?

How can a day begin without your smile
Without your scent like honey from the hills?
What toy or person can a wife beguile:
Would alcohol or  bottles of strange pills?

I feel the pain  in my arthritic joints
I did not know folk lived  like this for years
Who can now my aching  back annoint
Or wipe away the hanging sheet of tears

How can it be  the world  is short of you?
You cannot be replaced by someone new

Had our ancestor’s lived in an Eden

 

 

This photo is one I took of my screen while Joan of Arc was being sung

The language ofthe British living in Lancashire was portrayed to us at   secondary school as an inferior version of the King’s Englsh.That our ancestor’s had lived in an Eden where we  all spoke that way but as with our morals so with our language.Both were degenerate.
One effect was to make us feel a separation from our working class families.; then to lack confidence.We’d learned Jesus was killed for our sins when we were 7 or 8  years old  now we     learned our language was bad even sinful like eating icecream in the  street and playing  doctors and  nurses in the park,
But the way we spoke was because many of us were Viking in origin.We spoke more like Norwegians or Danes.The music of the voice is  there.
Is it common in other countries to  act like this? It is very impolite in my  view
I went on strike and became mute for a .Nobody  noticed.

I’ll take the risk

Would you like a  tapered bob, she asked?
To me, it sounds like  summat fe’ the  dog.
She carried on, she  worked hard like a wasp

I don’t know how  to style what  nature’s left
My hair is slightly thicker than a frog’s
I remember  grandad  had ten bob

Grandad was a miner, what a task!
He had a bath outside, hung on a hook
He  lit the big coal fire  where faces danced

His daughters had long hair caught up in clasps
To spend this money on my hair seems wrong
I remember grandad  with ten bob

We all had outside toilets, freezing risked
When I went , I burst into  loud song.
He  kept a big coal fire .  the  flames  would kiss.

At Xmas he had wine  unfit for cooks
Now all the family’s gone;  they wrote no books
Would you like a  tapered bob, she asked?
In  all their memories, I shall  take the risk