Month: October 2019

Her kin is me and other errors in grimmer

holidays car travel adventure
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Seeing the News makes me  growl  round the British
That BJ went to Oxford  means he must  have harassed an Exam paper or ten
As for Eton, it’s too twee for  the Word
Are we  lunatics yet or is the future still fiction?
Did I mean friction?
I am curved round the Clock
How can a maniac rue  the state its idiots?
They say rhymes heal our wounds.Unless we are dead
I can hardly believe my husband dying triggered off Brexit.Is it causation or correlation?
I saw the wheels revolve  but   there was no trigger.Then I felt the bull hit me.Picasso.
I wonder if acupuncture would help the Governed  get sensible
I am glad I am descended from Immigrants.I am not Wringlish at all
Does Denmark have the Right tot Return?
I know my head is Viking but my bones are Celtic.Explain that!
My flesh is Aryan which I am ashamed to tell  you here.Because I am big.
It’s good to see my sister’s crew.Even her daughter is 6 ft high when moving.I feel small then
My sister is very kind to her kin.That is me!

Meanwhile in the garden there is mass wisteria.

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My own photo

The doctor says I am suffering from  allusions of poetry.So I am on major fantasisers
I’m a nagnostic too.I  might  relieve God  there sometimes.
He’s a wave and a particle and very light.He comes and goes.Like men  may do.
Meanwhile in the garden there is mass wisteria.It will be ok in a few weeks when we get cold whether or knots
There is a big depression where we bury the vegetable peelings amongst other things like the dead.And   what the cat catches,
So we are collating the law.
The priest says my sins are mortal but not deadly.
I have been text-communicated by the Immigrant in the Vatican
I didn’t realise it was a sin to have sex when your husband has died.
Is a vibrator sinful? Or is it  the folk who might use them?I think that is it.I’ve never seen one yet
Is it a sin to make them in a factory?If so the economy will slump…
It’s funny that Boots sell something that could  send us to hell for all eternity.I am not referring to their famous face cream though it does remove the top layer of the skin.I
t is however not enough for those who have cancer  especially if it is on your bum.
If Boots sell vibrators surely the Church must see it’s now the  norm and does not   use birth control which they still ban, soit could be a gracious way of having sex without need to take the PILL
.Still it does seems  odd  to imagine that you get married and you both have sex  using vibrators.Not quite a honeymoon especially if you take two vibrators.What, though, if the battery  goes flat?What if you forget your adapter for the plug? I suppose you could take it in turns!
It’s like food.We used to do that ourselves once.Now it’s sex.No worry about wasting the weekend in bed  whispering in each others ears though ,do rememeber not to use one  while driving up the M1.I know it’s boring but do you want to be on a video on Twitter? You do!
Say no more.
Remember  though that you might have an accident involving others.If you are suicidal, please jump off Beachy Head.Do not cause a traffic jam as you will most likely  be murdered.And murder is not suicide,is it?You will have injured someone else and that is more unethical than using men ,women or vibrators for recreational purposes.I rest my taste.Or my vase.Or my  handbag… BTW is there a vibrator bag? If not, why not become self employed and start a new business… different  colours and so on.I have no idea about size  so an expandable fabrix might be good.
When it comes down to it, should  we get one free if our partner dies?I would prefer a large  soft cat but,hey who am I to judge others? Let  the Lord decide…

 

UPGRADE NOW Read a book:

I find his photos floaIting  in the air.

I find your photos floating  in the air.
They land without  permissiom where they please
On the kitchen work top,down armchairs

A visitor may  find at least a pair
They arrive as if you long to tease
I find your photos floating  in the air.

My lost or hidden feelings  still  seem bare
I cannot take it in, he is deceased
By the kitchen work top stands his chair.

I must have dropped a folder over here
From  my mind I cannot find release
 I find his photos floating  in the air.

I write a poem about him on a pier
My sister tidies as her husband  cleans
From the kitchen work  to my chair

I am psychic, I see things  not here
I saw his death arriving   by a wheeze
I find his photos floating  in the air.

Father, husband, sister how death starved
All the people closest I’m deprived
I find your photos floating  everywhere
I feel both joy and sorrow  with deep care

Would you be perfect ,agonised unspared?

Would you  be the Chosen of  the Lord
With eyes that see, with ears that hear  the Word
Burdened by  the Tablets ,in great Awe

Would you   ache to feel the Roman sword
To wear a crown of thorns on your head bared
Would you be the Chosen of  the Lord?

Would you like to hear Kind David’s chord
To write the Psalms  which  only grief can bear
To  hear God’s wish  from  Burning Bushes awed?

Would you  persevere   when hunted, scared
No praise for  good,  and tortured, unprepared
Would you be the Chosen of  the Lord?

Would you be perfect ,agonised  unspared
When God has hidden  in a  fox’s lair
Yet may whisper to  the ones with ears?

Would you like to  cleanse the world with tears
To  walk  condemned to death    and no-one cared
Would you be the chosen of  the Lord
To sense his message,  bless us with its awe?

 

 

 

What is quiddity?

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Ian McEwan

https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/quiddity

 

Quiddity

noun

quid·​di·​ty | \ ˈkwi-də-tē  \
plural quiddities

Definition of quiddity

1: whatever makes something the type that it is : ESSENCE
2a: a trifling point : QUIBBLE
b: CROTCHET, ECCENTRICITY
SynonymsDid You Know?Example SentencesLearn More about quiddity

Did You Know?

When it comes to synonyms of “quiddity,” the Q’s have it. Consider “quintessence,” a synonym of the “essence of a thing” sense of “quiddity” (this oldest sense of “quiddity” dates from the 14th century). “Quibble” is a synonym of the “trifling point” sense; that meaning of “quiddity” arose from the subtler points of 16th-century academic arguments. And “quirk,” like “quiddity,” can refer to a person’s eccentricities. Of course, “quiddity” also derives from a “Q” word, the Latin pronoun quis, which is one of two Latin words for “who” (the other is “qui”). “Quid,” the neuter form of “quis,” gave rise to the Medieval Latin quidditas, which means “essence,” a term that was essential to the development of the English “quiddity.”

Examples of quiddity in a Sentence

 for all of her quiddities, she is a very wise and generous lady Rembrandt’s genius was his unparalleled ability to render a person’s quiddity in a single portrait.

Recent Examples on the Web

Our skulls are like space helmets; we are trapped in our heads, unable to convey the quiddity of our sensations.— Jason Pontin, WIRED, “Thought-Reading Machines and the Death of Love,” 16 Apr. 2018But not even there, Lawrence thought, could Cézanne entirely overcome convention—Hortense still being somewhat of an image as opposed to sheer quiddity.— Rachel Aviv, The New Yorker, “The Lurchingly Uneven Portraits of Paul Cézanne,” 21

Crime and Brexit

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https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2019/oct/03/sister-murdered-girl-nina-alice-gross-brexit-police

Extract

“We are talking about a very small number of people who have committed violent and sexual offences,” Gross says. “If we leave the EU without a deal people will be put at risk. We need some sort of guarantee that we will continue to be part of the system we’re part of at the moment. We need a proactive rather than a reactive system.”

The databases the UK currently has access to include ECRIS – the European Criminal Record Information System – and Europol allows UK police and immigration officials access to information about violent killers and sex offenders, and vice versa. If the UK leaves the EU without a deal, access will end. But amid discussion of food shortages and medical hold-ups, the security implications of that fact have been lower on the agenda.

Gross fears that women and girls will be disproportionately affected if the monitoring system for this small but highly dangerous group of offenders is abandoned.

She and her family are at pains to emphasise that they support freedom of movement and are profoundly dismayed that Alice’s case has been exploited for what they view as xenophobic purposes.

You smiled

Was it Southwold pier from where you smiled
Maybe it was  Deal with sunny sky
I see some coloured houses by the beach
Too small for recognition or to reach
Maybe it’s the weakness of my eye
You looked so happy ,how can you have died?
We took your Dad to Whitby,he was weak
Did you long to go back to the North?
The faces of the Clevelands,your recourse
The edge  of  sea and land, how waves run in
Pulling on our heartstrings,honey,hin.

The falling angel

https://www.marcchagall.net/the-falling-angel.jsp

 

Beginning:

Marc Chagall returned to Europe in 1946, arriving in Paris. In 1947, he finished The Falling Angel (1923-1947), which had been in the works for almost 25 years. Begun only a short time after Chagall’s emigration from the Soviet Union, it is, in a way, a unified artistic statement for these years, expanded and built upon as Chagall’s art developed. It combines Biblical and Torah lore with the modern world and with Chagall’s personal symbolism in a juxtaposition of images that attempt to summarize the many experiences the artist had over the course of his work on the painting.

When he began it in 1922, with memories of the Russian revolution still fresh, the picture was to have included only the figures of the Jew and the angel and was meant as a representation of the Old Testament vindication of the presence of Evil in the world. Yet, in the years up to the painting’s completion in 1947 the artist increasingly incorporated motifs reminiscent of his little Russian world, in the end even adding the Christian images of the Madonna and of Christ on the Cross. His Jewish vision, his personal life-story, and motifs of Christian redemption are incorporated into a programmatic statement that sums up Chagall’s entire oeuvre. The images have been added one to another; in their totality, and in the diversity of their associations, they represent Chagall’s unceasing endeavour to locate one single, truthful, universally valid visual formula. Its very history, its long journey halfway round the world, the whole generation required for its completion make this picture typical of twentieth century art, of the displacement and jeopardy that beset a work in its newly autonomous condition.

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