We used to make the ink   before the class
Powder  stirred in  water  turned it black
On the desk  were double  lids of brass
Sliding  back revealed the well ,its lack 

After  sums we  learned to write in ink
A dip in pen, lined paper and a space
We copied joined up writing,learned to link
Taking care, for ink can’t be erased

We used also used our pencils  now and then
The better off bought Biros  up the road
I had to save to buy a fountain pen
I have it still  to  write  down poems and  odes

So common now we never give a thought
Is ink what every human should avoid?

 

 

 

http://www.textetc.com/modernist/postmodernism.html

 

“To repeat a previous simplification: whereas Classicism, Realism and Romanticism all deal with the outside world, contemporary literature, by contrast, is commonly a retreat into the writer’s consciousness — to make autonomous creations that incorporate diverse aspects of modern life (Modernism), or free-wheeling creations constructed of a language that largely points to itself (Postmodernism).

Postmodernism began in the sixties, when there developed on both sides of the Atlantic a feeling that poetry had become too ossified, backward-looking and restrained. {1} The old avant garde had become respectable, replacing one orthodoxy by another. The poetry commended by the New Criticism — and indeed written by its teachers — was self-contained, coherent and paradoxical. Certainly it was clever, with striking imagery, symbolism and structural economy, but it was also far too predictable. Where were the technical innovations of the early modernists? Where were the alternatives to capitalism and the modern state that feature in Pound’s or Lawrence’s thought? And if contrary movements existed, they seemed disorganized. The UK might have its neo-Romantics, and a reaction to them. And in Europe were Milosz, Kundera, Ponge and Herbert. But there was no common purpose in these figures, and no common philosophy to give them intellectual standing. Into this vacuum came radical theory, and the generally Leftist theories of literature.”

When I  got white hair I did not know
Women would get envious  of my snow
I suffered it when I had golden locks
Even  though my knees inclined to knock

Once so thin I looked like a mere child
I wore little  skirts, my legs were bared
Then my body wanted to grow large
I got aches and pains my life was hard

My feet swelled up, my toes were all deformed
Then my mind detached,  my eyes were torn
The retinas  disliked   their place  and ran
But where else can  they dwell  but where I am?

If I go deaf and blind  and cannot speak
Some will hate me, jealous of my reach

The Guardian  says
A girl burst into laughter
While enjoying sex

She has no husband
She has not learned the hard way
Men don’t like giggling

But if with a man
Another man might laugh too
We don’t know why

Except  our organs
Have not evolved to be cute
Except for our brains

We can’t see them yet
But they make us laugh and cry
And do algebra

Learn Greek and Hebrew
Lie on rocks in sunshine
Laughing at a nose

Don’t lose your new pen
You can write a poem there
A letter in French

To a friend exposed
By Russians for his photos
Why save the image?

Once seen,forgotten
In the cemetery yard
They have too many

All this talk I wonder
Why it is so  on our minds
A bad sign,don’t think.

What is real is what’s spontaneous
So we’re told by Freud and his cohorts
But is that  wise for  genuine psychopaths?

If their urges make them full of wrath
To what strategy should we resort
When what is real is what’s spontaneous?

To give them knives  would be audacious
If they  murder, what shall we report?
That they were being real as psychopaths?

Wild like starving wolves ,ferocious
They may shred the innards of our hearts
When what is real is what’s spontaneous

Some start killing young, precocious
Let them  still be childlike as they start
If murder’s  real then who are psychopaths?

Life is  played on stage, it is an art
Acting is deceptive,real in parts
If real’s defined by   what’s spontaneous
Keep well away from next door’s psychopaths

 

 

Sorry,dear,I need to polish my laptop tonight
I have to wash my briefcase as the cat has had kittens in it
Why has the cat no basket?It hates shopping
I have to fill my 20  pens before the Conference pears come out
I   have to  collect my tranquillers from  the late night Pharmacy and  pick up a  tart  or two.And some bacon.I know we can’t eat but I like the smell of frying.
Yes,let’s get a  divorce.But we’ll have to ave up for it for 10 years
You are  mad because of the pain.So am I.
You have a very hot temper.Maybe you are a weapon of man destruction
When I feel enraged I clean the kitchen.
Don’t you feel I am listening?
I can feel  you but not  yout voice
Please turn off the TV.We don’t need any more drama.
Give me the remote,please.Why,can’t I press its buttons?
I want the remote.Buy your own.Rent one ot steal one
He  is the man of mass infection.All the dead are in heaven and on earth it’s hell
Don’t keep watching me all the time.I am not a laptop dancer.
I like going to bed but  it’s a sin.That makes it even better.
Why are all the children screaming Mum
Is a comma  missing?
I like nonsense if I can misunderstand it at night

My tidy home

Proverb

 

Proverb

Proverbs play very important roles in different types of literary works. The most important function of proverbs is to teach and educate the audience. They often contain expert advice, with a role for educating the readers on what they may face if they do something. Hence, proverbs play a didactic role, as they play a universal role in teaching wisdom and sagacity to the common people. Since proverbs are usually metaphorical and indirect, they allow writers to express their messages in a less harsh way.

 

 

 

Proverbs in Literature

Example #1: Things Fall Apart (By Chinua Achebe)

“If a child washes his hands he could eat with kings.”

Meaning: If you remove the dirt of your ancestors, you can have a better future. Everyone can build his or her own fame.

“A toad does not run in the daytime for nothing.”

Meaning: Everything happens for a reason, and for something, not for nothingness.

“A child’s fingers are not scalded by a piece of hot yam which its mother puts into its palm.”

Meaning: Children who obey their mothers are not punished.

Example #2: Romeo and Juliet (By William Shakespeare)

“The weakest goes to the wall.”

Meaning: Weak people are never favored.

My art

 

I  get my groceries via Amazon Prime  sometimes.
So I can thank Boris Johnson for one thing…. he’s  the Prime Minister and the delivery is great
He might even preach in Church as well.
Why he is  in Parliaament is a puzzle
.Amazon don’t pay tax  like we do.Does he?

We should  have a Word Minister….. a word and you are here.
That is, he’s Merlin  modern replacement…..but where is Arthur?

And a Punctuation Minister   to decide if  “and ”  should have an Oxford comma before it and a Cambridge colon after it.And, and, and, and so on ,and……….;?:@@”£%

Where is our common sense?

Where is Society?

Where are we going to?

Hell,I don’t know