An old bit of fun

Freudian endings


Of course I don’t want to marry you
Nest wishes
Olga.

I am a devil with women
Holy yours
Tom

I was not at all hurt by your departure
Yours wincerely

Annette

I did once commit adultery [ with you]
Yours faithfully
John

Please come to dinner soon
Never yours
Chris


The day after pill failed
Yours newly
Mary

Is it my fault I had twins?
I didn’t realise it was your brother the second time
Yours demotedly
Sue

I suppose we’ll have to get married now you are expecting triplets
Your best fiend
Micky

Why did you not tell me you were not dead?
Your gravedigger
Moses

I do love you but I don’t know it is eros,caritas or agape
Your Latin Lover
Nero [Emperor]

Why play with women when you had me in the kitchen
Your curious wife
Satan’s trainee[ Julie Blogge]

Keep migrants in prison for 4 years?

“The proposed legislation intends to make it a criminal offence to knowingly arrive in the UK without permission, with the maximum sentence for those entering the country unlawfully rising from six months’ imprisonment to four years.”

The Independent

That wll cost as much as 4 years at Eton and may mean conditions in prison willl get worse.
Seems mad to me

Float through the mind like flowers

On summer days the cliff at Weybourne sang
Of finest grass entwined with tiny flowers
The butterflies were floating on the wind

We walked along contented, hand in hand
In Sheringham we saw no faces dour
On summer days, the cliffs at Weybourne sang

We met no wasps nor any life that stings
The footpath was kept clear, no weeds to sour
The butterflies were sleeping on the wind

I look at bluebells,insects hear their ring
So we passed with pleasure our free hours
On summer days, the cliffs at Weybourne sang

For this perfection Adam rightly sinned
No human joy is with us very long
The butterflies were resting on the wind

In winter Norfolk winds will make beasts cower
No need for ventilation,faces glower
On summer days the air at Weybourne sang
The butterflies float through my mind, bright, wing
ed.

Corduroy, the benefits

Winter,summer,spring and fall
Corduroy will do for all
Needlecord in yellow fine
Makes me feel my life’s sublime
Jacket navy, large and tough
Big pockets where we keep our stuff
Woollen tights will help in frost
Naked legs in summer lost
All we need are T shirts soft
Slogans dancing on the breast
Shoes or boots and sandals bright
Winter,summer,love the light
Get a bag from TK Maxx
Leather, suede, a tote, a sack.
Keep your old school woollen vest
It will soothe your back and chest
When the moths destroy your clothes
Go out dancing in the snow
Keep in mind we don’t need much
As our talents keep us rich

Black doomed flowers

A man climbed up the gantry on the track
Electric wires for signals and for  power
The trains can’t run unless they get him back

I hope his mind has not begun to crack
Britain is in tension at this hour
This bloke climbed up the gantry on the track

We have sensed since Brexit our great lack
Alienation and its black, doomed flowers
The trains can’t run unless this loon comes back

Communal feelings are  ignored or are attacked
Divided, by the lies of media showered
This chap is up the gantry on the track

The government is sheltered from the flak
Comes what man and comes what bloody hour?
The trains can’t run unless this bloke comes back

At the edge of  order,  people cower.
Ignored and fearful, out they seem to glower.
Seems one  is up the gantry on the track
The trains won’t run unless we get him back

On the platform

I see the train is standing in wait
You are here ; I can’t find you
I peer through windows
Is there a corridor?
I still can’t see you
Now it begins to move
So I run,fast, as fast as the train
I must catch it
I’m nearly there
But there’s a wall at the end of the platform
I can’t get through
It’s twelve feet high
I’m blocked
The train runs on
I see the last compartment as
It disappears up the track
You’ve gone

You’ve gone

You’ve gone

A review of Conversations with Emmanuel Levinas

http://ndpr.nd.edu/news/24561-conversations-with-emmanuel-levinas-1983-1994/

Michaël de Saint Cheron’s Conversations with Emmanuel Levinas, 1983-1994 (hereafter Conversations), is a somewhat misleadingly titled new publication from Duquesne University Press. The book’s title makes it sound as though it is a collection of interviews between Levinas and Saint Cheron, a scholar who has published works on Augustin Malroux and Elie Wiesel and who participated in Levinas’s lessons at the École normal israélite orientale from 1983 onward. However, Saint Cheron’s interviews compose only a small part of the book, which also contains four essays on Levinas and an extended essay on Yom Kippur, atonement, and forgiveness. The fact that these interviews constitute a small part of the book will be a disappointment for some. However, Conversations has several qualities to recommend it, both as a study of Levinas’s philosophy as well as a work of Jewish philosophy in its own right.

Let me get my main criticism of this book out of the way. My main concern has less to do with its content — with any of Saint Cheron’s arguments or interpretive theses about Levinas’s philosophy — and more with how its content is presented. The book’s title makes it sound as though it is a collection of interviews, one akin to Jennifer Robbins’s Is It Righteous to Be?, with a special focus on interviews conducted in the last decade of Levinas’s life. In fact, Saint Cheron’s interviews make up only a small part of the book, roughly its first twenty-five pages, starting on page thirteen and ending on page thirty-eight.This will disappoint some readers. It has become a cliché to call attention to the obscurity of Levinas’s prose, but the fact remains that his writings are extremely challenging. He was often more direct in interviews, and they have become an invaluable tool for disambiguating claims he makes in works such as Totality and Infinity and Otherwise than Being.