Month: January 2022

Higher Education

I wanted to buy a light weight jacket.I would like it in Unnatural I told them boldly

We don’t do that colour

Well you do Natural!.Every thesis has an opposite one.So with colours

This is not a University, Mrs Hegel

Why tell me that?

You know toi much logic

I am terribly sorry.I shall try to forget it.Along with Grammar

Spelling Thinking Sanity Argument Maths Literary Criticism Theology Philosophy

Wittgenstein Einstein Hegel

Wow I feel sorry for you.You have so much to forget

That’s a novel way of looking at

Education

And it costs so much too

Is

Where are you?

I cannot see an image in my mind

The home once ours has disappeared from view

I cannot see your face,my dreams are blind

Lost and all alone I seek the new.

Where can I go from here,send me a sign

I’m waiting, I am waiting here for you

An eye for a world

Look at this world with a glassy eye

Are you a hieroglyph?

Write with a pin and ink

There’s no face like home.

Where is your watch? In my eye.

Bloggers can’t be losers

I don’t want to gather moss.

A perfectly smooth ball exists only in the mind.

What is applied wrath anyway?

If not applied you burst.

I’d love to fly in a monsoon.

How large is the human mind?

Compared to what?

The mind of God?

Don’t be foolish,bow down.

Are you not an atheist?

I can’t say.But bow down anyway

Oh,no,John

Listen I am your best fiend.

I only said it for your own good

I was always presilient

I never put the phone down on you.I left it on the table

You only got Xmas Lard because you are no good at fidgeting.

You want to have light pairs?

I am only a bully because you have no power

I like being digressive

Stop the progressive derision.

Your voice is insightful.

Your eyes break love all day.

The mad moment

By Katherine from a photo of an apple tree

I married Father Xmas

For a Vivid New Year

Please don’t come back, men

Don’t marry a pen

Reason’s Creaking

Treason Beating

Easy pleasing

Measles Sleeping

A Happy New Liar

Diligent indolence

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http://www.john-keats.com/briefe/190218.htm

Extract  from  a Keats’ letter

When Man has arrived at a certain ripeness in intellect any one grand and spiritual passage serves him as a starting-post towards all ‘the two-and-thirty Palaces.’ How happy is such a voyage of concentration, what delicious diligent Indolence! …Nor will this sparing touch of noble Books be any irreverence to their Writers – for perhaps the honors paid by Man to Man are trifles in comparison to the Benefit done by great works to the ‘spirit and pulse of good’ by their mere passive existence. Memory should not be called Knowledge – Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by Custom. Now it appears to me that almost any Man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy Citadel – the points of leaves and twigs on thich the spider begins her work are few, and she fills the air with a beautiful ciruitin

Hope of spring

From Pixel

The sun is bright and golden though it’s low

To the dead it cannot life bestow

But seeds are resting in the fertile earth

Waiting for the moment of new

birth

In the near dead time of winter chill

Have faith and hope but also we need will

Change your price

Change your suture,change your wife

You know love makes sense.

I am waiting for a determined Knight.

Or anyone who hates Lacan

Woo, is that Pan?

I won’t furrow my brow again

What is the sense in nemesis?

Weighed down by trans Pennine numbers.

The trans Pennine railway has no mender

I saw Huddersfield rice in a storm.I was on a brain.

Oh don’t swear,I am a gentile by default,

China is full of us mainly

The slip of the wrong

By Katherine

Earring bled again

Hawking Incense

Mad fawning

Ludd Bray to all

I cope you care bell, hurray

Blood light and cloud dress, snarling

What crime is it ?

Where is the Flock?

I have got Fighters rock now

New Fear to all

And a sick Glue ear to all the Government

As poor young women queue for abortions before going to the Food Bank for your baked beans

BJ says the poor should save money by using real hankies

Stop using tissues.Try a lettuce leaf before eating

The cruel sun

It may be day but I refuse to shine

The jaundiced sky has stolen what was mine

I am angry, I will burn your corn

I will kill your beasts and those unborn

I will burn your skin and cancer form

I forgive noone I create storms

Struggling on life’s craggy slopes

 

Living life in all its fierceness,
Birth and death and joy and pain
We struggle on our unknown journey,
Sometimes lost and found again.

We are indeed like lambs to slaughter
Death will be our final goal.
But while we live,let us live bravely.
Let us not destroy our souls.

Climbing in the hills and moorlands
In the heather, children play.
The sun half blinds me with its light
Yet still I see the given way.

I received a call to climb.
These hills are my essential home.
My vocation is to dwell here
While in the silence,mind may roam.

Noise in cities is destructive.
Though nature's fierce,it's also true.
Struggling on life's craggy slopes
I offer up my words to you.

Litmus

A Faulty New Year

And a Catty One to you

A cherry Christmas +(grow your own)

I have rising cramp.

You will die,

I know So will everyone.

Not all at once

Unless the nuclear bomb goes off

Who will press the button?

Don’t tell me it needs ironing

That’s why they employ women.

I can’t believe this

Start with Father Xmas and progress

Merry Litmus

A Tepid New Year

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He wished me a Tepid New Year

I wished him an Avid New Leer

He cried, Merry Witless

I didn’t want to marry Hitler

In a manner of speaking.

I had no cyanide

I’m damned if I would kill myself to please Evil Men

.I am still mourning my father and he died 67 years 4 months and 5 days ago, approximately

Three disguised men came by for the trans fair.

They brought their own facilities

I went on the Ghost Train.

Everyone is on that now but no father

Golden clouds of fire

Alone in  my small room ,end-state despair
I wondered what to do ,go here or where?
I tried the doctor and the priest  and then
Knew there was no answer from 6 a man

I saw in my mind’s eye a  tunnel black
To which I was dead heading on my track
Abject and broken by a lover’s death
By his own hand, he tested out God’s wrath

 I was  held by  golden  clouds of fire
I felt the  kindest love , the Lord’s desire
The tears ran down my cheeks in one great gush,
Acknowledging acceptance without wrath

And so I  turned  to life and to my work
Pain and torment shall not make me shirk

Most sensuous, most tangled with love’s grace

Could it be despair that held me tight
in the wintry evening and the night
I could not see a way to carry on
Everything was wrong and I was done

I saw great blackness all around myself
I could not be restored, I had no health
I had reached the end of seeking aid
G-d alone knew all the coins were paid


Inexplicable, the golden light
That made a sweet shawl round me on that night
Impressing me with kindness and goodwill
Holding me until I ‘d had my fill
Most sensuous, most tangled with love’s grace
Surrounding me, protecting my lost face
As if the arms of love were something real
That anyone who knew this must reveal


Only if we reach the,lowest point
Will the force of Love with light annoint