My Irish accent was so bad it perforated UIster I asked for Chicken Kerry not a Dead Duck Do we really need Cork with everything? I have Celtic feet not sweltering heat I said,Donegal, not, don’t call I said Castlebar not how far I want a trim to my hair,Antrim I spy I said Dublin, not “love in” I said we went to Howth not I swore an oath I said Nelson’s column not “hell is coming” Where is County Teeth and why not Meath? That’s a relief from belief I like Tralee but does it like me? Why is the Spanish lady Irish
I have to draw blood in the art class.
I have painted myself into a corner. Bloody hell.
Did you say draw your own blood or draw with your own blood?
I thought they didn’t teach drawing anymore. Obviously the doctor wants some
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Like the ancient mystics I spent a great deal of time alone because I was grieving for someone who felt they could no longer live
I felt cut off from human beings and I probably was giving off a message keep away from me I’m in pain.
One night I was all alone in my bed sitter feeling absolutely dreadful I know I did see something unusual although it was not embodied I knew that it could communicate with me and it gave me a message: go back into society and do your work.
It did not say meditate everyday in silence was a good idea I think that if god or something wholly other wants to communicate with us they will sometimes but I’ve never experienced anything like that before and it did not tell me to pray or do anything at all except go back into society
Since then I realise it although I like to spend some time alone every day we are participants in society if we are fortunate enough to have friends or family or partners neighbours people we meet at the bus stop the bus drivers the supermarket staff. Even cats or dogs. Is there is an afterlife then we may very well meet God until then we have to live in human society. Has been quite difficult for the last 3 years and had a very bad effect being cut off from our usual contacts but even writing to people or phoning them can be very good
Why people enter the monastery or spent their life walled into a cell by the side of the Cathedral I don’t know could it be that they were shy? It is better than earning a living for some people
Even if your poetry is not good compared to what the great writers have done it is still very useful to write it because it will make you much more involved when you read a poem when you have written some yourself. The same thing is true of art and I’m saying that while looking at a painting I did last week. If you can go to some drawing classes will be a big help and also it stops you from giving up if you’re in the tasa 2-hours you can’t just go home so you keep trying and eventually you find you couldn’t draw something a bit better. I had not realised consciously about Shadows being important and I think that’s why I didn’t like the thing is I had drawn or painted earlier.
When you look at some of the paintings of the great artist it may seem presumptuous 2 to compare yourself to them but it it helps you because you’re wondering how they it also it’s not about reproducing what you think you see in front of you it’s about looking at it with different eyes you laugh and we think we see something certainly yes that’s a pottery with a lampshade over it
But it’s not about thinking it’s about seeing and feeling especially about space and I like that because I like to draw two or three things together and I can feel the pull of one thing on another so it’s the space between them that’s important and it can arouse deep feelings and it might be frightening.
Real life is not about thinking it’s about experiencing and feelings and then possibly thinking.
Of course you do you have to think a lot in real life.
If you say that you will do something but the next day you waking up feeling very low spirits and I’m not going to do it it’s a good idea to say to yourself
I have said I will do this thing and I don’t feel like it at the moment I’m not going to break my promise and I will do it as well as I can
. In psycho analytic terms doing this will strengthen your ego.
Mary was feeling very tense; her back was aching. Oh dear she moaned to her cat Emile. what a pity I can’t go to the beauty salon for a massage. I feel like it would do me so much good Her little cat was very worried. What can we do ? I have got a bright idea ,said Mary. you can massage my back I don’t think that my paws are big enough I know what to do Mary cried. If I lie on the bed with my back bare you can put some hand cream on your paws. then you can walk up and down my spine. Off course you will have to wash your paws first.
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I have got a better idea as a cat. I will go out and get Smokey who is in the shed and Dusty he lives up the road and all the three of us can walk up and down your back
I suppose that since I am the biggest one I will walk in the middle and they can walk on either side of me
Emile left to collect his friends while Mary got a shallow dish of warm water and a towel so that the cats could wash their paws after they came through the cat flap from the garden
She carried a large tub of moisturising cream upstairs and lay down on the bed with nothing on but her skirt and some stiletto heels plus a scarf and hat in merino woo;
Suddenly she heard a loud voice.
Where are you Mary she heard this very loud cry Go away,Annie said Emile, go away mother is having a sleep
Ok I’ll come back at 5 oclock. she heard the kitchen door close and a few minutes later in ran the three cats ready to help her
My goodness what would Annie have thought if she had seen Mary lying on the bed? Mary put some cream from the moisturiser tub on to a plate so that the cats could get their feet covered She lay face down on the bed and she felt the soft pads of their feet on her back Lovely she cried
Emile mewed, Now keep parallel to me and press your feet down firmly as you walk. The three cats walk slowly up her back until they reached her shoulders Now do do a 180-degree turn and slowly very slowly tread down Mary’s back until you come to her waist All of the cats kept well in line firmly but gently down there is aching bad Do it again Mary called
Smokey and Dusty were surprised but Emile was used to the strange ways of human beings especially Mary and Annie who has been very distressed when poor dear Stan had been taken away from them This is how grief affects some people They do the most odd things. but in another sense it seems a very sensible thing to do;it certainly helped Mary’s back When she told them that she was feeling better they stood up on their hind legs and with paws touching they dancted around in a little circle on her back while Mary sang
Here We Go Gathering nuts in May
Unfortunately there was nobody there to take their photograph but if you have someone might be able to arrange for something like this for yourself
Otherwise tie a soft cloth on the end of a brush and and rub your back with this.
Do make sure that no one can see you through the window because you would have to take your clothes off
You might live in a nudist colony and then it will be alright I think I’m going to do it myself after I have a cup of tea. I will put my raincoat on and go outside to see if I can find any cats roaming around at dusk I do have a black cat that sleeps on the landing on the hot water pipe but unfortunately he doesn’t speak English And nor do all of us
Rosa was looking in a very interesting clothes shop online.Here she saw an outfit totally
unsuited to her new post as Head of Linguistics in the University of Unisex. There her eye was drawn to a pair of blue trousers with a red stripe down each leg.The trousers were somewhat shorter than in the days of that pair of women, Trinny and Susanna who told all of us how to dress.Especially to wear trousers that cleaned the pavement as we walked along as it made our legs look longer
Rosa met her friend Mary for coffee.
What do you think of these trousers, Mary? she asked, showing them to the bewildered lady on her HP Phablet.
I don’t think Stan would have liked those, she murmured.
I see some advantages, Rosa said.
If you have nice ankles then it reveals them and if not, you can wear really fun socks with butterflies on them.
Real butterflies? Mary queried anxiously
No, embroidered or knitted, Rosa said.You see them in those catalogues that come round before Xmas
Or you could knit your own, said Mary.
I think knitting butterflies is very hard, Rosa whispered.
Nothing is innately hard, said Mary.It all depends on what you already know and if you have a good teacher and your devotion
How does Quantum theory compare to knitting butterflies? Rosa enquired jocosely.
That makes it sound as if you will knit with actual butterflies or that butterflies themselves might knit! Mary exclaimed.
That would be a thing you might see on LSD
Is that the latest kind of TV set, Rosa asked her?
For goodness sake, Rosa.Have you never taken drugs?
I don’t believe I have.You see at Oxford I was friendly with an ex-heroin addict.
He told me not to buy drugs because I saw things like other people do when they take heroin.But I see like that naturally!
Well, that is fortunate for you, Mary sighed.Was it true?
There is no way of knowing, said Rosa scientifically but it saves money.
Well ,how about these trousers?I could get some red ankle boots and a red shirt.Noone wears dresses anymore except maybe transsexuals.
I wear them,Mary said.When I was thin I wore a knitted dress.
Not knitted by butterflies I hope,Rosa giggled
Well, it was from M & S so I doubt it although it would be cheaper to use them as butterflies don’t know what money is!
Nor do many human beings now.Why, plastic £5 notes…. it’s like toy money And so say all of us
: a person who is forgetful, disorganized, or unable to concentrate or think clearlyThe English, who had raised eccentricity and poor organization to a high art, and placed the scatterbrain on a pedestal, loathed such Middle European things as rules, conventions, and dictatorships.—Simon Winchester
How my heart sings 