As I was standing in a special machine for a scan of my head, the words
” you want to have your head examined”
came floating back to me from childhood.I seem to recall it was an insult….
And it shows people believed insanity was a brain defect whereas a lot of the things we do when we are agitated might make sense if someone asked us a bit about our life.
After I had the scans two men were looking at them wondering if they had got the right place because what I have is not easy to see
In the end I told them to put gloves on and put a finger into my mouth to feel it
Well, I didn’t know it’s up to me to tell them what to do
Next,I’ll be having surgery and they’ll ask me to hold the knife while they decide what to cut out.Or maybe I’ll have to do it all while they learn…….
I absolutely will not behead myself in a hospital free
I will ask for £1,999,999 first.
My daft ideas as a child:
Instead of boiling the old kettle on the fire to make tea,I had a brilliant idea when I was eight years old
Why not put the teapot on the fire directly…..?
I was having to do things from the age of 7 or 8 which would be banned now
I decided as tea is not “dirty” then after stirring the tea I could put the teaspoon back into the drawer
That could have led to an interesting discussion… that milk is organic etc
Except I was only 7.
As someone said:dirt is only matter out of place.Cow’s milk should not be here in my fridge.So it is dirt.It should be feeding a calf.
I wonder why we use so much milk in our diet.Is it the comfort that reminds us of the benign breast? Though some were more benign than others.
This flower is here,now despite all the troubles we are having
Meaning of paradox in English
I remember Charmouth and the cliffs
A piece of land had broken off and tipped
On this island rabbits sang and danced
We stood high above.amused , entranced.
We walked the Devon side and came to Beer
Saw wallflowers wild as eyes are when sincere
On the cliff mixed in with weeds perfumed
Above the sky hung silent like the moon
The Baker’s shop. the little stream the path
The innocence of love,unknown the wrath
The hope of being healthier and strong
The hope that my own heart had not been wrong
O beauty, where are you when I am old
My husband in his his grave, why am I cold?
Maybe Meghan knew we’d have a storm
A hurricane of doubt, the leaders scorned
She’s back in Canada, I wish I were
Seeing Leonard Cohen every where
A thousand kisses deep may be too much
Especially for those who’re unrehearsed
The tower of song is just a maisonette
Joan of Arc burns as she pirouettes
Suzanne bore his children then she left
She fell out of love, he was bereft
Poets need their time alone to muse
Ecstasy can’t last,can’t be pursued
We still lose the space to enjoy dreams
While up above our leader stands and screams
Our Father,Stars in Heaven,
Spell out thy Great Name.
Thy wisdom comes
And Angels’ sums
Add up our human pain.
Thy love is felt,
Though we live in doubt
About the human game.
Give us delay
On bankers pay,
And forgive us our lackluster efforts
As we forgive those who lack humanity with us,
And guide us into a Demonstration
To make plain to the Nation
The evil done to the Poor,
The Disabled,the Mentally Ill,
And their Carers.
For Thine is the Trial
At the Hour of the Bible Story
We hope but are nervous.Amen