Month: September 2022

National decline

Could we get worse MPs and ministers than the ones we have already got?

We have people who have no concern for people. Is there intelligent they managed to disguise it very well.

It’s mainly immigrants bringing more intelligence into this country

I heard somebody say about the well-known fact that Jewish people are more intelligent on average than other people in Europe, well you see it’s the survival of the fittest. is persecution and the Holocaust have been such a good thing that really improved the intelligence of the Jews why don’t we kill 6 million British people in order to make the rest of us more intelligent?

Why stop there? Why not kill all of us and wait to see if the intelligence of British people living in other parts or the world will become higher as a consequence

Survival of the fittest does not have that kind of meaning. If you have a very gradual process and does not include murder or in a case of trying to improve your crops it does not involve killing lots of wheat and barley in order to make the next generation better quality

If you kill as much wheat and barley as possible then you won’t have any crops next year or the one after unless you can buy some going to be better than the ones you just destroyed. Natural selection happens naturally and absolutely not by planned killing.

If you killed all the horses that were alive now you would not have better horses born by a miracle.

In my opinion most of the people in Europe and particularly in the United Kingdom are more stupid than their grandparents.

It’s called national decline

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I have studied  and I’ve got my last degree

I have studied and I’ve got my last degree
My heart has learned its lessons one by one.
I’m a graduate of the grief academy

I didn’t know how painful it would be
When the man you love is here and then is gone
I’ve been studied and I got the third degree

The tears I wept could wash out the Dead Sea
Remove the salt and scour the shore till done
I’m a graduate of the grief academy

I know now I must die,we cannot flee
We turn to dust and that is not much fun
I have studied and I’ve got my last degree

Ii is not News, not for the BBC.
Unless you’re Stephen Hawkings, that great man
We’re graduates of the grief academy

We can’t control life with a self made plan
God is gone though prayer might well begin
I have suffered till I got a new degree
I’m a graduate of the grief academy

Better writing

https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/88041d7e-3089-11ea-b8ef-1301adfca080?shareToken=0c7464b2d2d570334fc94935b9b2b5ee

You don’t have to do it dawn till dusk
Creative work — while not being on a par with, say, mining — can be a hard slog from morning to night. Many of those I spoke to write in short bursts. “It’s like Ribena — it’s always better when it’s stronger and less diluted,” said the novelist and memoirist Elizabeth Day, who works two hours in a sitting. Similarly, the poet Wendy Cope told me that she does two or three sessions of 40 minutes each; that’s as much as she can write in a day.

Hilary Mantel Stared Down Her Past, and the World’s, With Steely Resolve – The New York Times

https://www.nytimes.com/2022/09/23/books/review/hilary-mantel-appraisal.html

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unafraid of stating her sometimes fierce views. Her story collection “The Assassination of Margaret Thatcher” — its title story was the result of a painkiller-induced fantasy Mantel once had in the hospital — caused a literary maelstrom. Lord Tebbit, a former cabinet minister, called it “a sick book from a sick mind”; there were calls for a police investigation. (For her part, Mantel said she was “bemused” at the suggestion that “the police should interest themselves in the case of a fictional assassination of a person who was already dead.”)

Deeply intellectual in her thinking, Mantel was also candid about her personal struggles — with poverty, with early professional setbacks, with how people perceived her, with endometriosis and chronic, debilitating pain — and rigorous in her self-appraisal..

Mom.

No sound, no touch, no smell, no sight, no seeing.

In fields of lushest buttercups we ‘d lie
We’d watch the clouds as gently they blew by.
Love was born we thought would never die.
But you are gone, and so I sadly sigh

That love itself remains without your form
Yet tears of loss enfold me like a storm.
I knew you’d never hurt or do me harm.
I felt your smile’s embrace, so wide, so warm.

How is the world,now emptied of your being?
No sound, no touch, no smell, no sight, no seeing.
How is the world when you have gone ahead
Yet I must linger in this empty bed?

Yet those who’ved loved are grateful for that gift
Our sorrow is that life itself’s too swift

The drowned world

I recall the wet green smell of air

Walking with you sister down 1the lanes11

Singing as we walked with open mouths.

Tasting the soft pureness of the rain.

In the woods we hoped see the deer

Children from the farm came out to play.

We soon picked up their accents and their grins,

The cow called sadly for its calf that day.

The dripping trees in sorrow wept to hear

The plaintive cow in grief beside the house

Little rivers ran along the road

I thought I saw a hawk descend and pounce.

Drown me with your tears you awful clouds

For all the world with sorrow’s well endowed

Depersonalisation disorder: the condition you’ve never heard of that affects millions | Mental health | The Guardian

https://www.theguardian.com/society/2015/sep/04/depersonalisation-disorder-the-condition-youve-never-heard-of-that-affects-millions

The gravity of loss brought me to earth

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The gravity of loss brought me to earth




Beneath the rotting leaves, I lay with worms.
I wondered if I were of any worth

No more to be enchanted by love’s mirth,
I  with unnamed particles was turned.
The weight of loss bears down the heart to eart


I  did not know the way but saw a path
While I slept a new design had formed
I learned I need not think of what I’m worth

My sorrow brought no guilt nor fear of wrath
I am the  eagle and the twisted worm
In my little grave, I  loved the earth.

Like the adder, shocked into rebirth.
I from silent underworld had learned
Not to judge my soul nor think of worth.

I shall not  fear the flames of hell that burn
When blackness is accepted, may one learn?
The weight of loss breaks down the soul to earth
With dusty shredded leaves, we then converse





	


	



			
				


			

			
Don’t lie so still
		
	
	

		
















 Katherine  beautiful thoughts, childhood, Courage, death, emotion, how to live, images, sorrow, Thinkings and poems, truthfulness, virtue  October 2, 2021 1 Minute





Ah,brother I don’t want you to lie still





No blood to circulate,no thoughts,no will





No help,no humour.jokes no





sharp true eye





From our old shared pram,to live, to die.





I used to do your homework





late at night





Abstract thought to you was no delight.





You wondered over X and y and z





Preferred the shapes of Nature in your head.





I shall retain the memories of the good





You who taught me speech and hate and love

	


	



			
				


			

			
Where shore and country meet
		
	
	

		

I remember Arnside in the rain





I remember singing, country lanes





The joy of woods that run right to the shore





The happiness that makes the hearts deep core 





Beyond imagination I was pulled





Staring from the Knott I saw the gulls





Tiny vultures, eagles flying low





Looking for drowned sheep upon the shore





Paradoxes contradictions faith.





Nothing living now will go to waste 





Life and death, the host, the requiem mass





The living whole, the patient Death of God.





















	


	



			
				


			

			
Flat green leaves
		
	
	

		

Flat green leaves are saucers for the birds to sip from





See how cautious the blackbird is.  





All of a sudden he flies up singing.





Rustling in the leaves of the apple trees with his body





No he’s looking at the cats water





What kind of rule book does he have ?





Dont tell me he wants the cats food





Red leaves are drying in the sun.





Time to go home now

	


	



			
				


			

			
Where ‘er you walk….cool gales shall fan the glades
		
	
	

		
Even sauntering through a concrete junglecan be  like meditation.Being present to the people you meet like the checkout person,the waitress in the coffee shop,letting your dreaming mind wander over the faces of the people walking by and dogs walking on a leash with a mother and baby,the plants,the cleaners.. so many faces..being present is possible and better than ruminating over past troubles.


Drink your coffee outside,gaze and fall into a trance…it’s spring now and we can smell the soil changing with the sun and almost sense the bulbs pushing through into the small enchanted world of a planter in a busy mall in a town centre.


Of course I find it hard to be like that if I am rushing to achieve some goal.We need to be  somewhat like clouds floating through the sky on the wind..without effort.I keep telling myself


If I can walk through a puddle or two and remember other watery joys;see reflections in the water and admire the poor trees ,in solitary planters. yet growing there even  in such a place then a town centre can be a place to wander  as the mind digests recent happenings and ponders on the mystery of existence[Don’t talk on your mobile as you walk if possible as that will ruin your walk and annoy the real people you pass]…I .take a look at them in all their assortment.. wish I coculd photograph them.


This is what I do… you may have a different way of being in such places…roaming and wandering are not so easy for city dwellers


but we can find a way…imagine we are on a sea shore or in a wood…

	


	



			
				


			
				


			

			
Learn to Write Fiction
		
	
	

		

https://www.nytimes.com/2020/07/18/at-home/coronavirus-fiction-writing.html










Though some people have knocked out an entire short story in a single sitting, it’s more realistic to see writing a story not as an inspiration-fueled creative binge but as a multiweek project. It’s one you’re a lot likelier to finish if, rather than waiting for the muse, you create the possibility for inspiration by planning a time and setting up the circumstances that will allow you to write regularly. It also should be fun! The act of constructing plots, developing characters and creating dialogue can be challenging, even frustrating, but I never find it boring, and it just might allow you to escape from your daily life at the same 

	


	



			
				


			

			
Soles heeled here
		
	
	

		


There is humour in the Bible we revere
Soles are heeled,partitions sent to God
Perfect love will complicate your fear





Five thousand people shared a single deer
The meat was cooked by a fierce lightning rod
There is humour in the Bible, we can hear





There is nothing much to buck up the impure
But plentiful the ways to cut off heads
Perfect love can escalate one’s fear





God made Jonah subtly disappear
And caught Elijah when in caves he hid
There is humour in the Bible if you peer





With a wail from Jonah,God appeared
His still small voice got louder by the Flood
Perfect love will castrate perfect fear





After many liars are burned as wood
I hope Gomorrha you will all be good
There is guidance in the Bible, but laugh here.
Perfect love will castrate perfect fear

	


	



			
				


			
				


			

			
Slow and simple like the snail. Never answer your email.
		
	
	

		

Still life e by Katherine





https://www.nytimes.com/2017/07/31/your-money/the-best-path-to-long-term-change-is-slow-simple-and-boring.html





You know what will work? Small actions repeated consistently over a very long period of time. Incremental change is short-term boring, but long-term exciting.

	


	



			
				


			

			
Crossword terror
		
	
	

		

Arnside bot.
Silvered male.

Change at Ox -in -home for Hinder here
Can he stun old man?
Shall we rave?
Striding Ledge.
Abiding grudge.
Beatrix Hotter.
Cross by terror
The river can’t.
Watercolour depressions of the meres.
A nymph a night keeps the cat awake
The river loon frightened everybody
Brambles glide.





The bonus gerry





Beard tricks stutter





Serpentwater





Lake of margarine.





Tests wait.





Grange-over-Trans.





Arnside shot.











	


	



			
				


			
				


			

			
Deep Breathing Benefits and How-To | Right as Rain
		
	
	

		

https://rightasrain.uwmedicine.org/mind/stress/why-deep-breathing-makes-you-feel-so-chill#:~:text=Deep%20breathing%20(sometimes%20called%20diaphragmatic,span%20and%20lower%20pain%20levels.






	


	



			
				


			
				


			

			
Deep
		
	
	

		

Can we  grieve before our loved ones die.





Retaining for them little  but a sigh.





We want to get it over with and done





 A bit like dying before the life has come





Relaxationq is a mini death





So in linen garments we should dress





With our ceaseless striving we wear out





So intense activity we doubt










Do not stop your breath to gain your goal





Like the ocean waves breath wants to roll






	


	



			
				


			

			
Can Moving the Body Heal the Mind? [nytimes.com] | PACEsConnection
		
	
	

		

https://www.pacesconnection.com/blog/can-moving-the-body-heal-the-mind-nytimes-com




















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Her friend suggested biking as a reprieve. Not previously athletic, she took to the riding with enthusiasm, finding it “soothed my mind,” she said.





That discovery convinced her to change the focus of her research. Now the director of the NeuroFit Lab at McMaster University in Hamilton, Ontario, she studies the interplay of physical and emotional health and how exercise helps stave off or treat depression, anxiety, stress and other mental health conditions.





“The effects of motion on the mind are just so pervasive and fascinating,” said 





Her friend suggested biking as a reprieve. Not previously athletic, she took to the riding with enthusiasm, finding it “soothed my mind,” she said.





That discovery convinced her to change the focus of her research. Now the director of the NeuroFit Lab at McMaster University in Hamilton, Ontario, she studies the interplay of physical and emotional health and how exercise helps stave off or treat depression, anxiety, stress and other mental health conditions.





“The effects of motion on the mind are just so pervasive and fascinating,” said 

	


	



			
				


			
				


			

			
Where thou goest, I will also go
		
	
	

		




I felt the sun’s heat on the wheelie bins

The plastic lids and handles stung my hand

The rumbling wheels made their own  ugly din


I bumped my leg and nearly burned my shin

This work is more familiar to a man

I felt the sun’s heat on the wheelie bins


They spoil my garden and  ignite my pen

I wish the PM would issue a new ban

The rumbling wheels made their own  ugly din


 


Can human sacrifice expunge our sins?

Grenfell Tower, a Death Camp I see so.

I felt the sun’s heat on the vicious bin.


Men in power fought red tape, grumbling, grim.

The sacrificial victims died by fire or blow

The voices of democracy grew dim


A neighbour said …….  illegals, eeh by gum,

So as they burned, no one will ever know

I smelled the smoke of Auschwitz rippling in.


Where thou goest, I will also go

The Christian world sure writes a damning show

My heart cracked and I fell into the bin

They grumbling  made their own   darned ugly din



	


	



			
				


			

			
Hear the Pennines as they call.
		
	
	

		

The high force of the of Tees is cruel





The water earth still fight a duel.





The looming rocks and cliffs severe





Fill my heart with violent fear.





Cross Fell so dark so huge so wild





Unfit  for sheep and beasts so  mild





As we drove South our Northern hearts 





Like the river plunged in doubt





The savage Pennines called us back.





In the rocks there is a crack





And through this crack the scent and feel





Recall to us the place that heals





Not all the world is mild and small





Hear the mountains as they call.