Stan and his ass

 

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Stan was outside polishing both his balding his head and the brass doorstep.”My,these microfiber cloths are wonderful” he thought joyfully.Mary was out taking a large bag of unneeded clothes to the Oxfam Charity Shop.Thank God!,thought Stan…that wardrobe is going to burst one day and spray her clothes all over the room like …what? Not cannon balls,maybe like the ghosts of dead giant sized bats!

Suddenly he heard a loud cry and then he felt a pair of hands fondling the top of his bald head.

“Eeh,no rest for the wicked,even at 81,” he screamed.He staggered to his feet and rubbed his knees.

“Just give me a hand” ,he said,”I’ll have to stretch my hamstrings.They tighten up so.”

“I’ll stretch them for you!” Annie whispered roguishly.Stan leant forward to touch his toes and she could not resist the temptation to give his bottom a tender slap.

“For Pete‘s sake,Annie” he shouted turbulently.

“Someone might see that.”

“Don’t worry,there’s no-one around at this time of the day” she tittered.

“I can’t help it anyway.I just love your ass.That’s what women like.”

“Do you normally slap the things you love?” Stan enquired politely yet firmly….what next?

“And furthermore “ass” is an American expression.

“Well,I’ve always been fond of Americans,”she whispered naughtily.

Stan recalled that her son had borne a strong resemblance to Bill Clinton but refrained from mentioning this.Anway Annie had never been to Oxford,as far as he knew and Clinton was only there for a year…though a man could father many children in a year as the terms at Oxford were only eight weeks long… leaving 28 weeks vacation.

“What do you think of my ass?” she murmered humorously.

“I’d rather have a donkey.” he said childishly.

“I could ride on it into the town.”

“You are so horrible,Stan.You never pass any  jocular yet charming remarks about my body.”

“I never knew you lacked confidence in that department,” he said peevishly.

“Besides,you know I prefer to show my feelings non verbally!

With that he pretended to kick Annie on the butt with his Hotter laced up shoes.

“Now then,what’s going on here.You seem like a couple of teenagers!”

It was Dave,the paramedic.

He had been lying behind the wheelie bins,all three bins standing plaintively in the tiny front garden, where once fragrant red roses had bloomed in summer and scratched people with their thorns all the rest of the year.

“I’m an MI5 spy,and I’ve been reading your blog,Mr Brown.”

“I’m not called Brown”,said Stan proudly.

“Refuses to accept reality,”Dave wrote in his little notepad with some blood he had taken from himself earlier,

“Jesus Christ!”,said Stan.

“Now,now” said Dave,”that’s not your name,

“No my name is Tan,not Brown,you’ve been reading the wrong blog!”

“Stan Tan!”

Dave appeared crestfallen,

“Any chairs need mending today?”

“My what beautiful ears you have,sweetheart,”he said to Annie,

“They look like sea shells,”

“Your eyes are like shallow pools in Lake Windermere during a thunderstorm.”Annie replied womanfully.

“Are you still a transvestite?” she followed on incoherently.

“And how about my ass?”

“I never knew you had an ass.Is it in the back garden?

I had a mystical experience and now I’m a Zen Bhuddist”

“How did that happen?” demanded Stan querulously.

“Well,I was knitting myself a Shetland lace sweater in pale blue mohair,and I suddenly had the feeling that everything was interwoven.

Going forward or backwards,sideways or straight ahead,it is all part of the warp and weft of life.”

“Mistakes don’t matter” he continued wildly his eyes gleaming like the preacher’s at Hyde Park Corner

“Oh,yes,they do,”Annie said pouting her full lips,cherry pink by courtesy of L’Oreal of Paris and New York

“As I was saying..,”

“Dingle,dongle,dingle,dongle”…

Emile the cat ran out expectantly,knowing the sound of a human imitating a bicycle bell.He was already salivating expectantly.

Dave dived back behind the wheelie bins.

Stan polished the brass step and Annie disappeared in a puff of smoke.

It was Mary’s famous imitation of a bicycle bell that had alerted them all to her imminent return from the Oxfam shop,fortunately.

In fact Mary knew everything but didn’t want them to know she knew,for if she knew and they knew she knew,she knew it would make life too complex.she just knew it,for sure.I know she knew,though she doesn’t know that I knew.

 

“Don’t they make bike bells any more?” Dave boringly wondered as he carried on reading the new life of the poet Emily Dickinson named

“A loaded gun.”

He had thought it was an army training manual,but,hey,mistakes don’t matter!

Or do they?

Read the next instalment yesterday at your local newsagent,free at the point of service just like the NHS and watch your ass as you never know who else is watching it.Though as you will never know,this fact will never impinge on you.Though you may feel a kind of tingling sometimes…

You know it makes sense!Sometimes,at least.

 

I have had to imitate a bicycle bell all my life till now….I have real bell on my bike..how cool is that?

Mary is worrried:tales from the UK

On Saturday afternoon after luncb ,or midday dinner as we said up north before winning places in posh universities  which stole our native language, Mary began to feel very nervous, as she was going to the hospital with Stan on Monday for his next appointment with Dr.Range Rover.
Mary was puzzled.She felt almost happy last week about seeing this kind hearted and gracious well dressed female doctor.However she had been shunted sideways onto a male doctor who was almost totally silent.. so much so that he seemed to absorb Mary’s questions into his sponge of a brain without feeling the need to respond.
Why do I feel so apprehensive this week? Mary asked her dear black cat Emile.
After all.I was happy to see her or to even have a biopsy last weekend.Why have I changed in my feelings so much in a week?
Does it matter? purred Emile.
Maybe your mood is affected by something else.. like fatigue or housework or the ravages of age… [he was well read]
We don’t always know why we feel a certain way but I feel it’s good if we are willing to accept these negative moods.Even I have my moods when the fish you get me is not the right sort and you don’t give me my cat’s handkerchief neatly ironed.
You are so wise,Emile,especially as,being a cat,you never have to endure these interviews with consultants in horrible outpatients clinics.So you must have a wonderful empathy for humans
This lady doctor tomorrow is exciting me,cried Emile loudly.May I come  with you inside your Grace Kelly handbag.
What’s wrong with my shopping bag? Good grammar,by the way..
Well,she wil be surprised if you take a heavy shopping bag even if it has a Mondrian design on it… she may get suspicious.. even paranoid.If I am in your handbag she will not realise.
Not unless you miaow,mused Mary benignly as she smiled down at him her singular eyes gleaming like the headlamps on a Roller.
I like to know the reason for things,she continued somewhat frantically.I think therefore I might be eventually.I am not yet,for sure.
Does everything have a reason,shouted Stan querulously from the hall…
Well ,it does,but it might be beyond human understanding like the Burning Bush..
We can only perceive what our language permits unless we are poets,mystics or artists and even then it’s tough to venture into the unknown,unthought or unknowable..
languages develop in societies and learning your language embeds you in many cultural assumptions without you realising it.You think it’s reality when it is just one perspective.
How true,screeched Annie their neighbour from outside the open patio door.

She stopped there in her teal velour tracksuit with pink bra peeping and  with  unusually  orange  lipstick  and  toning turquoise  eyeshadow and   on her feet were striped trainers with  red lights on which might give men the wrong idea about this pure and rich lady
You seem to be overthinking,she said to Mary.Are you sickening with the heat?It’s like loving too much, which may be co-dependency.
That’s a very silly pc word,said Stan rudely.We are all dependent but men can hide it until their wives run away with the milkman and they get a shock not knowing how much they’d miss her changing the sheets and buying their underpants and socks.And ironing their hankies
Surely that’s not the main reason a man might miss his wife,cried Mary as she carried in the tea tray with a big white insulated teapot.
Well,you can go on the web and find a virtual sex partner or even buy a dummy woman. but it’s tough to find a devoted woman who knows what you need to function.
Why don’t you buy your own underwear and use tissues?,asked Emile
Well,Emile,I put out the rubbish and wash the heavy Le Creuset pot.I see to the car and bikes.I paint the fence and even bake cakes.
Mary washes the clothes and changes the sheets unless she has an idea to write down.She kindly does all the worrying for both of us and I remain calm like a lighthouse.We complement each other ideally.. and we love each other and a few others as well..without giving away our secrets
That’s one waay of describing it,thought Mary without commenting out loud
Anyway,I am still wondering why I feel nervous about Dr Range Rover….
If you accepted the nervusness it might ease,said Annie wisely in her highly pitched  voice like a car siren going off at night
Just then the doorbell rang.It was Dave the bisexual transvestite paramedic.
Emile phoned 999 saying Mary was having kittens, he said rapidly.This really must stop;inter species sex is not allowed here like most sexual activity
He was speaking metaphorically or is it metonymically,Stan groaned.
Now you are here go and make us a fresh pot of tea and admire my new tea caddy.I bought it for Mary last week in that  new  ironmonger’s shop in town.
At your service,sir,Dave said politely,his flowered dress waving in the breeze.
Do you know anything about Dr Range Rover,Dave? Annie murmured
What is her reputation etc
Some people like her, Dave said,Usually men.she’s not so good with women..
Well it’s too late to change thought Mary so I shall have to willingly endure the agony of meeting her again as I cannot leave Stan on his own with her…
why who knows what might happen? She might become his mistress as he likes several nowadays. despite nearly being too thin to live…
God only knows, a little voice said.
Hello,said Mary.I’ve not heard from you lately.
Well,I am still here looking after you
Thank you, Lord,I love you, Mary shouted joyfully to the surprise of Stan and Annie, not to mention the cat Emile who was unlearned in the religion of his owners.
I thought you were an atheist,Annie said with horror.
I am an atheist and I still  believe in God.It’s what we call a paradox..Mary cried graciously….
What would Wittgenstein have said?
Whereof one cannot understand,therof one must be patient and tolerant,.
Why does Mary need to understand all her feelings…Stan wondered
When it’s raining she doesn’t spend hours wondering why and similarly if it’s raining in her heart she must take it like parched grass…she thinks too much.
Too much for what? Her sanity perhaps which has at times bei.ng doubtful but that has made her very understanding to those who find life hard.Everyone has value,even mad,nervous half blind, supersensitive, vulnerable,stout arthritic female mathematical geniuses like Mary.She enriches the tapestry of life in a very real sense as someone once said
And so say all of us,she’s a jolly good Fellow of All Proles College,Oxenford..you know how famous it is!Or soon will be.

When my mind is still confused by sleep

When my mind is still confused by sleep
I’m so relaxed ,I’m full of hopeful dreams
The sudden shocks of memory make me weep
The feelings of my love are strong and deep
But when with strangers I must be discreet
Avoid the talk of men and wily schemes
When my mind is still confused by sleep
I living my world of joyful dreams

For some invite me to a dating site
And some avoid me, dreading I may weeo

ear my glowing eyes so clear and bright
Still visible without electric light
They think I’ll pull their man with all my might
So now I try to look wild and unkempt
Lest some invite me to a dating site,
And some reject me fearing I will tempt.

Stan and his ass

 

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Stan was outside polishing both his balding his head and the brass doorstep.”My,these microfiber cloths are wonderful” he thought joyfully.Mary was out taking a large bag of unneeded clothes to the Oxfam Charity Shop.Thank God!,thought Stan…that wardrobe is going to burst one day and spray her clothes all over the room like …what? Not cannon balls,maybe like the ghosts of dead giant sized bats!

Suddenly he heard a loud cry and then he felt a pair of hands fondling the top of his bald head.

“Eeh,no rest for the wicked,even at 81,” he screamed.He staggered to his feet and rubbed his knees.

“Just give me a hand” ,he said,”I’ll have to stretch my hamstrings.They tighten up so.”

“I’ll stretch them for you!” Annie whispered roguishly.Stan leant forward to touch his toes and she could not resist the temptation to give his bottom a tender slap.

“For Pete‘s sake,Annie” he shouted turbulently.

“Someone might see that.”

“Don’t worry,there’s no-one around at this time of the day” she tittered.

“I can’t help it anyway.I just love your ass.That’s what women like.”

“Do you normally slap the things you love?” Stan enquired politely yet firmly….what next?

“And furthermore “ass” is an American expression.

“Well,I’ve always been fond of Americans,”she whispered naughtily.

Stan recalled that her son had borne a strong resemblance to Bill Clinton but refrained from mentioning this.Anway Annie had never been to Oxford,as far as he knew and Clinton was only there for a year…though a man could father many children in a year as the terms at Oxford were only eight weeks long… leaving 28 weeks vacation.

“What do you think of my ass?” she murmered humorously.

“I’d rather have a donkey.” he said childishly.

“I could ride on it into the town.”

“You are so horrible,Stan.You never pass any  jocular yet charming remarks about my body.”

“I never knew you lacked confidence in that department,” he said peevishly.

“Besides,you know I prefer to show my feelings non verbally!

With that he pretended to kick Annie on the butt with his Hotter laced up shoes.

“Now then,what’s going on here.You seem like a couple of teenagers!”

It was Dave,the paramedic.

He had been lying behind the wheelie bins,all three bins standing plaintively in the tiny front garden, where once fragrant red roses had bloomed in summer and scratched people with their thorns all the rest of the year.

“I’m an MI5 spy,and I’ve been reading your blog,Mr Brown.”

“I’m not called Brown”,said Stan proudly.

“Refuses to accept reality,”Dave wrote in his little notepad with some blood he had taken from himself earlier,

“Jesus Christ!”,said Stan.

“Now,now” said Dave,”that’s not your name,

“No my name is Tan,not Brown,you’ve been reading the wrong blog!”

“Stan Tan!”

Dave appeared crestfallen,

“Any chairs need mending today?”

“My what beautiful ears you have,sweetheart,”he said to Annie,

“They look like sea shells,”

“Your eyes are like shallow pools in Lake Windermere during a thunderstorm.”Annie replied womanfully.

“Are you still a transvestite?” she followed on incoherently.

“And how about my ass?”

“I never knew you had an ass.Is it in the back garden?

I had a mystical experience and now I’m a Zen Bhuddist”

“How did that happen?” demanded Stan querulously.

“Well,I was knitting myself a Shetland lace sweater in pale blue mohair,and I suddenly had the feeling that everything was interwoven.

Going forward or backwards,sideways or straight ahead,it is all part of the warp and weft of life.”

“Mistakes don’t matter” he continued wildly his eyes gleaming like the preacher’s at Hyde Park Corner

“Oh,yes,they do,”Annie said pouting her full lips,cherry pink by courtesy of L’Oreal of Paris and New York

“As I was saying..,”

“Dingle,dongle,dingle,dongle”…

Emile the cat ran out expectantly,knowing the sound of a human imitating a bicycle bell.He was already salivating expectantly.

Dave dived back behind the wheelie bins.

Stan polished the brass step and Annie disappeared in a puff of smoke.

It was Mary’s famous imitation of a bicycle bell that had alerted them all to her imminent return from the Oxfam shop,fortunately.

In fact Mary knew everything but didn’t want them to know she knew,for if she knew and they knew she knew,she knew it would make life too complex.she just knew it,for sure.I know she knew,though she doesn’t know that I knew.

 

“Don’t they make bike bells any more?” Dave boringly wondered as he carried on reading the new life of the poet Emily Dickinson named

“A loaded gun.”

He had thought it was an army training manual,but,hey,mistakes don’t matter!

Or do they?

Read the next instalment yesterday at your local newsagent,free at the point of service just like the NHS and watch your ass as you never know who else is watching it.Though as you will never know,this fact will never impinge on you.Though you may feel a kind of tingling sometimes…

You know it makes sense!Sometimes,at least.

 

I have had to imitate a bicycle bell all my life till now….I have real bell on my bike..how cool is that?

If your wardrobe is nearly empty and you don’t have a lot of money you may find it helpful to read this

If you want to spend less money on your clothing I have a few tips to help you.

It is quite acceptable to wear jeans most of the time.

But if you’re on a budget decide when you will want to wear them and save the expensive sort if you have any for when you are going out socially when you can wear them with a lovely top ang you’ve probably already got a top in your wardrobe that would save money Do not buy a new top wear a plain t-shirt and maybe a little scarf or a big scarf if you’ve already got one in your wardrobe

Depending on your budget you can buy them atnquite low prices or or you can spend an astonishing amount of money on them

You can get a pair of jeans in

For gardening and housework you do not need to wear clothes with holes in them.Marks and Spencer’s for less than £20 if you ‘ve got a washing machine these are the only ones you need.

If you can afford it buy a second pair. It depends on your shape whether you can wear certain brands. Look in TK maxx if you would like designer jeans for a low price.

If you can find your size it’s quite gratifying

If you don’t like jeans for wearing outside the house you can get some black trousers but make sure they washable

I know someone who wears jeans all the time except when she’s going to a formal dinner and dance when she will wear a dress. I have never been to a dinner dance it’s not my kind of thing so I don’t have any formal wear

If you can sew this will be a huge saving and you can make a vogue dress or whatever you fancy.

Otherwise a black skirt maybe velvet can be worn with different tops. If you don’t wear skirts wear black trousers.

If you pick very carefully you can have one black skirt and one pair of trousers and the number of tops and you can wear them night and day.

But it’s better to keep your gardening clothes separate from the rest of in case there is a snail or slug stuck on the side

In the winter you need a warm sweater of whatever you can afford as you can get cashmere n a sale or wool in a chain store.

For people who don’t drive it’s necessary to have a warm coat and I found a long one is necessary if you have to wait

at the bus stop whenever you going anywhere

Also such a coat will cover up all the ancient things you might be wearing and make you look smart as long as you don’t take it off

I knew someone once who managed with a needlecord skirt and trousers and a pair of jeans. 3/4 tops And a trench coat.

She did not even own a night dress but she did have a dressing gown in case someone knocks on the door early in the morning 0.

Winter love

Winter love comes when we near the end

Yet do not wish for solitude each day.

Cupid wtth his arrows may descend

He jokes with us and invites us out to play.

Winter love may come amidst the snow

When frost bites noses and nips fingers dear.

But despite age a woman out may go

To walk her lover and content appear..

The age of frost has not entered my heart

My mind  has  filled with new desires

The problems come when lovers desperate

Show contempt and start a bitter pyre.

Yet winter love can grip me despite flaws

Hope and laughter circle me uncaused.

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Mary rolls in the nettles

Oh,Mary is in horrid pain
It’s her sciatica again.
No pills can cure but nettles might
She will roll in them tonight
Emile is aware of this
He gives her a loving kiss

Emile, I’ve told you it’s not done
To kiss your mother though in fun
What would Stan think,were he here
Drinking from a can of beer?
What would Annie think of this?
Go, give her a big wet kiss

Oh,mother I might bite her lip
As my teeth are made to nip
Take my emery board and smooth
Your pointed teeth and any grooves
Can I use Stan’s old toothbrush
No, I’ve put it in the Wash

Maybe seals will use it there
Send them combs and do not swear
I did not mean to curse again
My back is aching,I’ve no pluck
Mother, dearest, don’t say feck

Well, that’s Irish, it’s ok
The Catholics wlil offer prayers
I pray too for all my friends
Those bereaved or round the bend
Do you mean those who see ghosts ?
Maybe it’s the heavenly Host

As long as you look clean and neat
Noone will see your hooves or feet
Noone will know you see and hear
Emissaries from other spheres.
Don’t meet eyes nor stare at men
And always write with a good pen

You may be in another realm
Dave can see you’r overwhelmed
He will pat your head this day
For this he gets his kicks and pay
When you feel yourself again
See it you can spot old Stan

Where is Annie,Mary’s friend?
Where the Spirit which descends
Where are our neighbours whom we love?
Singing with the turtle dove
All the Saints will chant along
As Jesus sings his ancient songs

Spirits rise and Love is here
Drinking in the atmosphere

‘You stand like an overcooked prawn!’ Why bad posture is the key to back pain – and 10 ways to improve yours

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2023/feb/08/ybad-posture-is-the-key-to-back-pain-and-10-ways-to-improve-yours?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

How to save money on St. Valentine’s Day without completely abolishing it.

1. Unlike the Independent newspaper I think we should take a human lover or let the cat sleep on our bed. Then you won’t use any electricity. And you won’t need to put the electric blanket on then so you’re saving even more money.

2 Join a celibate religious order at least for a time

3. Do you know an old person that is living alone that you get on with? Why not to take some food round to their house if they give their consent. What about in m&s Indian meal for 2? If they prefer British food just take some chicken curry,frozen chips and if you have a cool bag you could add Marsbar icecreams. Possibly a tin of carnation milk will come in useful. Don’t ask me why except we used to have it on Sundays. Spend some money but you don’t need to buy an expensive present to give them unless you think you may become lovers.

4. Take a sleeping tablet and go to bed after reading something mildly erotic because if you’re old like me you have to consider the possibility of a heart attack just from reading a book obviously I can’t test it out.

But if you don’t hear from me for more than 2 weeks ring 999. A woman in Surrey with schizophrenia has just been found after dying 3 years ago in her own flat. Her benefits had been removed. I don’t think there was any food in her flat and that can happen when people are depressed or confused. Or when they have no money obviously. It’s terrible to think of someone with mental illness starving to death although she may have had some underlying illnesses as well that’s all alone with no one even imagining it.

We are too aloof in Britain.

5. If your GP refuses to give you a sleeping tablet and or Viagra I think you should complain to NHS England. Because if you can’t sleep what else are you supposed to do?

6. If you can afford to put your heating on high or you decided that your house needs to be burnt down you can put a swimsuit on first and pretend it’s summer for a short time. Then turn the the heating off and go to bed with hot water bottles and a cat or if your burn the house down you will probably spend a night in prison and it’s very likely that they will have heating on. Act peculiarly and utter streams of unrelated words they will send you to A& E if they can find any in your area. On second thoughts at normally and tell them you got bad eyesight and you didn’t realise that what you were holding was a box of matches. And some empty sugar bears and a bottle of castor oil. That’s what we use for making chips isn’t it?

7. If you can’t find any one of the opposite sex to share your bed or vice versa you’d better start going to night classes or alternatively enter an industry where they have night shifts then you can go to sleep all day and you will never see anybody else at all ever except the person who delivers your groceries. That will save a lot of money but it will shorten your life appreciably . After you die your pension will stop if you are over 65. 66 or 67 depends on what the government does. Already the official of the working classes die on average 10 years earlier than the middle and upper classes. Many of them only have one or two years of retirement.

8 so if you are worried that you won’t get very much of her life after you are retired spend all your savings on things like interesting holidays, visiting nature reserves and watching birds, visit holiday camps and bender time watching the opposite sex/same-sex/non-binary people. Give them marks out of 10 for their clothes. We used to go to southwold harbour and sit on a wall and pass judgements on the people we saw. Remember that listen wearing cargo pants in dull colours and none the fitting tops or jackets also in invisible colours is the height of fashion according to the Guardian anyway.

Apparently wide jeans are now the fashion and they will be more expensive because there’s more fabric in them. What a horrible thought

Was Jesus cremated?

This man believed he was Jesus Christ. I will write the death for you but do not have him cremated for at least 6 weeks

Jewish people are not supposed to be cremated.

You don’t have to tell me why

If you have a grave with a gravestone then you could visit on Sunday even take a packed lunch with you.

I said a packed lunch not a parked lunch

Don’t you think you should look to the

future and find someone else to marry

If God wants me to get married again they will have to find me

Nowadays you can have sex without getting married again and I saw adverts in the independent newspaper about valentine’s Day everybody is buying sex toys.

What can we do with the price of electricity?

DIY?

And where has Romance gone St. Valentine preferred romance.

Nobody talks about it much anymore they write to the newspapers saying so I am more experienced than my boyfriend about sex so I’m not sure how to relax with him. Will he think I’m a prostitute?

Long gone are the days when we got married without even knowing about sex.

Yes I thought that when I slept in the same bed as my husband I will get pregnant automatically. I wish the had been true . But I couldn’t stop it happening again.

Will it happen again automatically there’s no way that you can use birth control. An abortion wasn’t available at that time anyway would you want to have one when the father of your child might be god?

No I guess not.

Who would want to abort Jesus ?

Maybe it would have prevented the Holocaust.

Don’t you think you’re happy when you are a mathematician?

Somebody had to calculate the figure is 6 million Jews, numbers of backward or mentally incapable or disabled children, a lot of gypsies, homosexuals, political dissidents, Christians like different bonhoeffer, (not hard to count those)

Yes it will make a good subject for my PhD thesis is October’s when I can find out exactly how many all these categories did die but you can’t find that out by using just mathematics.

We could have some readings of the Psalms

Quiet please. I am waiting ing for the still small voice. Maybe god should have shouted but he can’t do everything we have to help don’t we?

Ti tell you the truth I thought that he was dead.

Alive but why?

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Photo by Katherine

Discharge notes:

Alive but cause unknown
A good talk cured this patient.Sent home with CD
Alive or a good actress.
Alive despite treatment.
Alive though humourless
Died laughing,cause unfound.Maybe doctors’s face triggered fit
Alive after eating the hospital food for a week.Sent home to lower risk
Said pain has moved to the third level.Sent to the Tower by lift

Yellow light

Yellow light,l seems like the sun is here

In the afternoon when I can write

Deceived by light I crashed back into fear

Yellow light seems like the sun was here.

Now it is the wallpaper that leers

Reminds me of my childhood and dark nights

The yellow light confused me brought love near

Enraged I found my heart was full of spite

A triolet

The triolet

A (first line)
B (second line)
a (rhymes with first line)
A (repeat first line)
a (rhymes with first line)
b (rhymes with second line)
A (repeat first line)
B (repeat second line)
,
The summer weighs us down with sullen  heat
Even cats and dogs  sit still as stones
Gone are early flowers with fragrance sweet
The summer weighs us down with sullen  heat
The hot flagstones return my angry beat
As people  scurry by ears blockes by phones.
The summer weighs us down with sullen  heat
Even cats and dogs  sit still as stones



K Braithwaite at 10:38

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You’ll have to laugh or else you’ll cry

I saw this painting at the art exhibition and I told him it resembled a strangulated Turner.

She said that my financial affairs were calculated to harm her

She was a lapsed Catholic with a prolapsed womb and so would you if you didn’t use contraception can you be a prolapsed Catholic!

Isn’t it strange that many fully qualified doctors are nervous of doing surgery etc and yet someone pretending to be a doctor with no qualifications and very little experience carries out many operations on the NHS before it’s discovered that this person is a rogue?

Forgot to put an appendix to my thesis and now I’ve got appendicitis instead of my degree

But they told me my thesis was much too long. I can’t seem to win really. Thank goodness Dirac is dead. Is that blasphemy?

They were impressed with the breadth of my knowledge but not with what I had written down I don’t understand it. I copied it straight from the book. I haven’t written about myself but I had read it. It was published by a reputable company. The book has those topics in it. And no other book does at least in English why should I have to translate it from another language because I speak English see you will have to speak it it lol

I never realised it myself 2 later the God just wanted to spend three more years at university. Since dwells in my unconscious mind he had to move me to Oxford.

Killed my supervisor so I couldn’t stay where I was. Mysterious ways indeed. I had always wanted to ride a second-hand bicycle so that meant it was either Oxford or Cambridge. Is Norwich flat I could have gone there. Still I’m nearly 90 years old now so maybe I can move on after brooding for 70 years.

I’ll buy a car and then I can go to any University at all the morphology of the area will not matter in the long run. I just want to graduate before I die.

deemed bad

Too old to write a poem

None so blind as those who will not see

The suffering of the old is hidden from view

How cruel the world indifferent yet to me

My face is frozen killing any clue.

The colours of the heart are mainly blue.

Sister, sister do you not agree.?

The suffering and the dying not on cue

From the desert of the aged flee.

I wonder whether God asks who are you?

God has got dementia yet is free

The suffering of the old enrages few

A play on words amusing I shall sue

Sins of humour

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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No to mysticism

I had the opposite of a mystical experience.

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

Keep doing it and strengthen your ego

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.