Ways of thinking about literature made the writer’s muse smile
She didn’t like nuns and dog’s breakfasts
Her teacher at school became confusingly unchangeable.
She wasn’t sharing so we heard bells toll,
What to read and what to shirk she dismayed us in her uncertainty;
books matter;
even that we revolved slowly in some planetary action for human salutations
This remade powerfully—the way to live;
to live improperly was to read art works
with the eyea of eagles
they affected me,and ironised other ways of seeing
the ambitions of over-arching theory and hence our being.
I was educated to love with all my heart

“The real opposition is the media,” Steve Bannon, the president’s former chief strategist, once told the journalist Michael Lewis. “And the way to deal with them is to flood the zone with shit.

https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2020/05/president-unraveling/611146/

Give me a smile
There are plenty of other fish in the sea
You are tough.You will be fine
You should be over it by now
You can come here for Christmas if you WANT to
You are not invited to the Christening.It’s Family only.[That means no Aunts.]
[ on the upside, this will save you the money you would have spent on Gifts]
My aunt got married again in 6 months [ I’d prefer a silk dress]
My mother never cried when anyone died.
Well, we all feel sad now and then.
You can borrow that black coat I bought last year for the Funeral
What do you mean, you don’t feel like cooking?
Your husband looked gay.
You look ok to me
You are poor.
Would you like a vibrator for Xmas? And some batteries
What do you mean, you can’t see well enough to drive?
You’ll have to go out more.When it’s legal
What do you think of Joe Biden being 78?

The sunset is pale
Coral with grey finger marks
No bird sang today
The leaves wait like mouths
Now they are shutting their lips
They don’t get night feeds
All is calm and still
The moon is singing Mahler
Dead babies whisper.
Lullaby,the heart
Enfold all infants’ pathos
Dies with them daily
Forget not at night
Those for whom the sun is dead
They are stiff like dolls

Iced water falls from the sky in beads

Just leaving space

for fragile butterflies to court between the drops.

The geometry of love

fits any space

The butterfly is braver than the tiger

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2010/nov/13/tim-parks-silence-meditation

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2010/nov/13/tim-parks-silence-meditation

Never check to see how hot the bath water is
Always change your own lightbulbs especially if you have vertigo
Always put your rubbish out after dark, particularly if you can’t see well
Never put tools away
Put the kettle on the fire just before going upstairs for a short rest
If you have no fire, put the kettle on the gas stove & forget to light the gas
Always wait till you are worn out before changing the sheets
Wash your hair in very hot water.NO!
Use all the mugs you own before washing any, then drop a pile on your foot
Use a knife to eat your cereal
Keep snakes as pets and always forget to put them in their box at night
Keep a shark in your pond
Keep lots of cats and let them sleep with you or close the door and get insomnia from their wailing

Make yourself some cauliflower cheese.When you get it out of the oven, drop half on the floor

Make some toast with your last slice of bread and drop into the bowl of hot water in the sink

Get some icecream out, then make a very long phone call as it melts beside you

Think of Four Seasons and Giulini while carrying a bowl of soup to the table….. need I say more?

Grill some sausages whilst wearing backless furry mules with a tendency to slip when you slide out the grill pan and slip on the tiles

Drop your last egg before it even gets to the pan.

When you died,I lost my time and place
Floating round and round without a guide
No longer on a track but out in space

Emptiness so vast, I felt debased
I was a speck of dust in air to float
When you died,I lost my time and place

Where have gone that home, our hearts, our base?
Who has got the means to love evoke,
No longer on a path but out in space?

Almost human,suffering, disgraced
Isolated,nailed, impaled, he broke
When God dies there’s no time left nor place

For such agony we have no taste
Take a cigarette, grief hides in smoke
No longer on the earth but lost in space

On my words, my grief has made me choke
I cannot eat,I cannot even walk
When you died,I lost my time and place
No longer in our home, what is this space?

When I saw you waiting in that cafe
I knew you would be mine.
You were handsome, smiling,funny..you were
 specially designed.
You looked like men I’d only dreamed about in all those years before.
I’m so broke up,so broke up;you don’t love me anymore.

I knew you would be mine.
You were handsome, smiling,funny..you were specially designed.
You looked like men I’d only dreamed about in all those years before.
I’m so broke up,so broke up;you don’t love me anymore.

I saw you on the station as I came from out the train.
You wore an old green parka to protect you from the rain.
I wanted to be one with you,to make a Love entire;
But what we did was  create pain; your love did not  endure

You walked away so quickly,I could not see you long.
I wish I had a big guitar to draw you back with song.
I looked at where you disappeared;what love has loss revealed?
I wish I could just lay down on this floor to keep my face concealed.

Railway stations sadden me, for I know we’ll never meet .
I won’t cry more,for tears are running  straight down to my feet.
I walk fast looking straight ahead past that entrance gate,
I pretend that you have missed your train,that work was running late.

I count from one and one up to a thousand million more–
But I know for sure it's far too late; you have closed that heavy door.
You are hiding in a dungeon
You are covered with white steel
But I know you had a heart and you must surely feel.

I lost all my illusions, and then I lost some more.
I wish I could lay down and die,right here on this floor

After his slow death,I woke up sad
A hand was clutching tightly round my heart
The pain came, with the tears like Noah’s flood

But sometimes I wake up feeling calm and glad
I feel you are still here, but panic starts
When I remember that which made me sad

Unfeeling friends call long time mourners bad
As if they have got access to some chart
The pain came, with the tears few understood

Oh, get us to the Asylum,we are mad
You think that, but weeping heals the hurt
After his calm death,I woke up sad

Beware the dawn when you are feeling good
The heart and mind are numb, they seem remote
The pain returns, the tears will wet your bed

Here is his brown jacket, here his coat
I feel them with my hands, as tight my throat
After his sweet death,I woke up sad
The tears will flow forever in full flood

KatherineAngst, feelings, love, poetry, villanelle  November 2, 2020 1 Minute

My skin is aching,tender, loss has pierced
My heart needs walls, its boundary has gone.
I miss the touch of love from him so dear |
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A rack of metal pins brought me tears
Why suffer this till I am quite undone?
My skin is aching,tender, by loss pierced

We forget that grief is close to fear
When alone, we panic, what’s to come?
I ache without the love from him so dear

Psychotic, with no unity, who steers?
My head is so remote,I have no plan
My skin is aching,tender, by loss pierced

Cursed be the One who made our sphere
Since Eden went,by so called sin undone
I ache without the love from someone dear

I should get my cell, St.Julian
Hid inside the church wall, does Love come?
My skin is aching,tender, loss has pierced

I am fortunate
If I find  any two gloves
One left and one right

The other problem
My hands are misshapen too
Ladies’ gloves might not fit me.

I can be a man
If I decide I want to be
There! I wear your gloves now.

But I prefer scarves
Made for women, with flowers
Embroidery,silk,cashmere.

My taste is quite good
I know  I like your image
You stand on the bridge in Prague

In Wenceslaus Square
The orchestra played Ma Vlast
The Elektion

Holocaust Museum
Children’s coloured drawings are
Butterflies for God

He died too with them
So we have no  floor to stand on
Everything’s trembling

I forgot I am.
I was lost somewhere other
How do we stand on air?

Joe Biden at his son’s funeral from the Guardian Newsaper

She kept a SIM card in her vest
It kept warm against her chest
But if she put her smart phone there
Its ringing sound would curl men’s hair
Every body stares

How much does a SIM card know
As the numbers go by slow
Is it proof you are a thief
If you hide it in your briefs?
Noone even cares

What a peaceful world it was
Just the radio and God
No landline phone,no TV set
Wilfred Pickles, what no net?
Never cared to dare

Playing rounders in the road
Helping mother with her load
Learning how to stitch a hem
Buttons that came off now and then
Just another year

Now it’s USB cords fine
Sign yourself up , wi fi time
Get connected to someone
From Palestine to Wellington
Photos are the lure

Time has shrunk, our posts impinge
Messages and twenty rings
I have three phones in my bag
One for mother, one for dad
They are dead but I ain’t sad
It’s much worse,I’m going mad.
Oh,everybody shares

This is the Funeral of his son Beau who had had brain cancer.He lost his first wife and their daughter in a car crash.

He shows it’s never too late to work for change whatever the scale

Doctor, I saw my husband againlast nightI
’I ‘m afraid the NHS can’t help you.
But he’s an hallucination.Can’t I have an electric block?
Do stop showing off.I already know you taught Philosophy at Cambridge
That’s why I am like this.
Like what?
Peculiar.
You seem charming to me/
I can’t have that on the NHS.
You are correct there. You’ll have to become private
But I have paid tax all my adult life.
That was not intended for creating a love life for old people
Well, that is better than using it to buy material for bombs
You make it seem like the Government are terrorists
Well, white is white and black is black.Fuzzy logic, bring it back.Yes in a very real sense they are Terrorists.
I see you need some very major tranquillisers
I have stemetil for vertigo
Take the whole box.
Doctor,I usually take the pills.Maybe YOU need help
Stop playing with words
I will play with anything I choose if it is free.
Are you praying on the NHS
No, I only do it at home
Can we not haggle?
No I can’t afford it.I’ll go to church, that is free
Hurry or they will sell them to Trump.
I don’t think G-d would like that
What’s G-d got to do with it?
All and nothing ,I fear
Whatever can be said,can be said simply.
But most things can’t be said
And so say all of us
Thanks,Wittgenstein.
That is my cat!
What wit
What a twit
The end

“A serious and good philosophical work could be written consisting entirely of jokes.”
― Ludwig Wittgenstein“A serious and good philosophical work could be written consisting entirely of jokes.”
― Ludwig Wittgenstein

Loneliness is only known to man
When he burns the  copper  frying pan
From the marriage bed he’s tossed  aside
For pans are more important to a wife

Yet if she  breaks  their  lovely china plates
He is not allowed to castigate
Oh,men! That is a phrase I hate
Generalising is a crude mistake

Now I  am alone, I’ve burned  eight pans
I broke the dinner plates with  careless plans
I broke the special mugs we  loved so much
All because I missed his soothing touch

The memories fill my heart with  love and light
In  my dreams he comes into my sight

I burned eight pans while I daydreamed in grief
I meant to cook my dinner while I wrote
My attention was too sparse,a narrow brief
I burned eight pans while I swam in deep grief
This war on objects makes my mind a thief
Where once love lived, I see his empty coat.
I burned eight pans while knocked about by grief
I tried to cook my supper I saw smoke

What is very sad is to realise 48 million people voted for Donald Trump and their hatred or rage
won”t disappear whatever happens.
So we will have to remain calm,try not to get ssucked in

Sembra molto, ma 65 milioni di persone vivono qui, quindi sono circa 1,5 ciascuno. Un numero senza contesto è difficile da interpretare. Poi di nuovo, alcune persone usano foglie [da vecchi libri}
Ti consiglio di andare in bagno quando sei fuori, se possibile, purché sia ​​pulito o per uomini
provare il giardino sul retro di tanto in tanto finché i droni di Google Maps non ci sono
Non smettere di bere acqua, tè, ecc. Poiché la disidratazione è pericolosa. Il riscaldamento centrale asciuga l'aria.

Ho quasi scritto Central Hating, perché dovrebbe essere?