Emile and the superfish: the beginning

Mary looked at herself in the webcam.She was looking very  beautiful as she had washed her pale gold hair and applied some scented oils to it and though she was normally not interested in peering into mirrors she was intrigued by the Webcam.
She was happy as she had just removed Superfish from Stan’s Lenova laptop though she wondered whar else might lurk there…Supershark?Emile had been waiting ever since he heard her say
I am getting the superfish out today,Stan,dear.We can have Onion
Tart for lunch.
I shall wait for the super fish,thought Emile excitedly.I can just imagine what it will taste like… wonderful.
Meanwhile Mary who had never been bold enough to act at school was discovering her potential on mini videos one of which was going to be on Twitter soon. asking people to vote for Labour despite Miliband’s adenoids……But though she seemed bold as she spoke out,it was not her native temperament but a kind of madness that had come over her.
Polemical Poison,one might say.
Shall we have tomato salad,asked Stan sweetly as they had a bag of cherry tomatoes.
Mary did not answer because after making her video she realised her face was lopsided.How horrible,she thought.No wonder it’s evil to look in mirrors too much as it makes one self conscious which is bad.To forget one’s self is the best way to live if you can achieve it without taking heroin or laughing gas.
Gas never made her laugh at the dentist who had committed suicide shortly after removing 4 of her teeth and barely managing to bring her back from the clouds above.
He was a gambler and an alcoholic but her mother had loved him and sent all her children there for treatment.Surely that was unethical thought Mary petulantly.
Even if dad was dead ,consorting with drinken dentists was utterly foolish.What  a pity her mother has lived before the invention of vibrators,though come to think of it the dentist’s drill vibrated angrily at times!I had better push these thoughts away Mary decided and warm up the tart as it were
English has too many ambiguous words.

I am no tart,cried Annie rudely .I do it free.

Well.what would Wittgenstein make of that,thought Mary tp herself

Whereof one cannot charge,,thereof one cannot do !

Dream like memories

Hollyhocks,delphinium and phlox
Foxgloves,cat mint, nettles,near by docks
The blind man breathed in air full of wild scent
His daughted named the colours now absent

High up on the Kentish cliffs we sat
Capel-le -Ferne I found it on a map
We listened to this girl, we did not speak
Absorbing by our senses,proud and meek

Now I recollect the details very well
In those dream like memories I dwell
Snapdragons growing just beside my chair
I smell the scent as if I were still there

I may be blinded by the tears of loss
But I remember, love, our happiness

If we are conversations

I heard your voice outside the glass front door
I  felt no shock nor worry  nor surprise.
But there a man, whose image is a blur,
Handed me a box with friendly cry.

What part of me still waits for your return?
Why don’t I know you’re gone and shan’t come home?
What  knowledge must my  puzzled heart still learn?
Why do I get an urge to search and roam?

If we are conversations ,as I read,
Then our  exchange has ended with your death;
And so I  am not she with whom you laid.
Nor she with whom you shared a common breath.

When deprived of  hearing your response.
I   am no longer she who I was once

Blind man in a tea garden

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Her voice was low and kindly yet discreet
Describing all the summer flowers,ah sweet
William,poppy,rosemary, striped bees
A little play we heard when drinking tea

His face was gentle, did not seem aggrieved
He could not see and yet he looked well pleased
Her voice caressed him tenderly and strong
I hoped that she would burst into a song

Loving touch can come from hands or voice
We are not taught such differences or choice
Indeed with teachers stern and parents rough
We may experience touch as cruel and tough

Let our voices do no harm nor hurt
Hell is made of lovers now turned curt


America’s failure to impose democracy by war

In October it will be 20 years since Bush ordered the invasion.Just weeks after 9/11
What good has that War done?
The Middle East is worse than ever and it began in 1918 with france and England dividing up the Ottoman Empire.Those countres like Syria,Palestine,Lebanon etc did not exist but now they do and they keep haing serious problems
And all because of a shooting in Serbia

I know we can’t let people walk all over us but retalation can bring down more evil.

Especially if we attack the wrong people

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The Cabinet shuffles

Oh,where have you been ,my strangest old one
Oh, where have you been with your dim eyes so stunned?
I’ve been to the hospital, to Urgent Care
I’ve been to the dentist,I cut my own hair
Now the hard rain’s gonna fall
With thunder and lightening, torment us all
My left foot is swollen and looks rather pink
My toes are a bleeding,I need blood as ink
They only can look at one issue per visit
Because I am crying they assume I’m hysteric
It’s a hard rain and no ball
The foot ballers tremble,the nation is awed
My bladder’s inflamed and my flanks seem to ache
I can’t tell the doctor, my life is at stake
I’ll have to back with each symptom I have
I might have pneumonia, but my foot’s in their gaze
I might have two heads, they’ll ignore my strange ways
A delta infection is going to spread
Emotional language will kill us with dread
They will only use reason when their children are dead
The babe in her cot, our hearts feel like lead
The world was not made to fulfill our desires
Those who say otherwise are affluent liars
The Cabinet shuffles, the Ministers shove
We know in our hearts they are not there for love
Send Johnson to Turkey, Gove”s gone to Rome
He wants a conversion, but not of his home
Confession seems tempting to those full of guilt
How can they amend the cruel country they’ve built
Sewing us together, the needles aren’t built

A firm purpose of amendment is neccessary for Catholics to be absolved
from their sins.I should not judge others yet I wonder if Johnson hsd it when he rejoined the Church
I also wonder if we can change by will power alone.I doubt it but the first step
is knowing you have sinned..We don’t even use that terminology anymore
but in my experience we do sometimes do wrong.
But look at Germany after WW2.Most people denied they had knowledge of what
Hitler was doing to gay men,Jews,Gypsies.
We have defences which make us use denial to stop us suffering
Yet we do need to know.If you have severe chest pain and merely take pain killers
you might die.
I don’t know how I would have behaved were I there.