All the number of words which is used to determine
The middle of a sentence? 1
How accurate
does it have to be?
I’m not sure what this has got to do with a prisons crisis but believe me if I write a very very long sentence or a very short sentence I did not really believe it’s going to make the slices difference to the 500 people put into prison after the orb was riots last summer in Southport and another areas mainly in the north of England.
I spent my life with books on how to live Then when death was near I really did I saw the little smile on my friend’s face I saw the shining eyes, the lost embrace I gathered up these books and threw them out I wasted time in thought and curious doubt Let’s leave our heads alone and use our sense To hear a bird sing to enthrall his spouse To see a swallow dip and fly away\ To see a little orange butterfly Sailing like a flower across the sky The silken skin of children and their gl
What did all those sermons do? Did they say he was a Jew? Oh, Jesus. Did he want the First Crusade It is his blood the priest creates Lord Jesus. I don’t like the way things are I am getting tired of war Kill Jesus. What has human wisdom done From Wittgenstein to Abraham? Cripes, Jesus! Does research improve our lives As for grants, the scholars strive? Ask Jesus. We may have chemotherapy Radiation, history. Where’s Jesus? You’d think that after all the years We’d have used up all our tears Sweet Jesus. Love your neighbour as yourself Give 10 % of all your wealth Aye, Jesus .Do what’s better, not what’s worse I see another fragrant hearse. It’s Jesus. See the plastic Crucifix See him dying with dry lips Bend your knees, confess your sins Otherwise, the Devil wins Not Jesus .We destroy the good we hate Envy writhes and with pride mates. The progeny will wreck the earth Eden’s burning as drones pass. No, Jesus.No Jesus. Know Jesus.
Evoking the beauty, the stars so far away, I like to watch geese at the end of day. Patterns and poems disclose other worlds. Feel the hand of a baby with the fingers all curled
See the trust and the smile when the mother is home, To create entire worlds for the one she has borne. For chaos and panic or not far away Even in adults who don’t care to say.
The little hands touch me so deeply, so well; How come the world is diving to hell? How can we kill little wains by the score Was it for this that I opened your door?
Was it for this that love electrified us, And we were lost in each other, in the holy white dove. Was it for war that we gave love our wombs Making more soldiers and filling more tombs?
The bombs are a-loading they’re having parades. It’s not North Korea, it’s Washington, dude. Let the tanks roll on Corrie and the Bedouin tribes. Let the allies laugh blindly as the Lord Jesus dies.
O take me, dear mother.Please take me away I can’t see no point in saying my prayers. The leaders’ religions are making God frown. The desert is empty, the tents all dragged down.
The centuries of living so free , so mobile; The holy land blessing as they pause for while. The little black tents like wombs of the night Are all gone to shredders as we sing, Silent Night.
A strange flawed beauty caught my naked eye As if some monstrous beast is hiding near Where deep rose clouds hang from a darker sky
Now the rose has gone and all is grey The night will fall and sorrow is our fare A shattered beauty caught by mirrored eye
Yet underneath night sorrow there is joy The wisdom of the ages does not stare Though deep rose clouds hang from a darker sky
Now I see some gold spread unalloyed The artist we can worship ,love, revere Beauty, fearless, caught in mirrored eye
Nature in her way will never lie Yet she can kill what humans hold most dear While deep rose clouds hang from a near night sky
In the clouds of sadness faces leer Hallucinations look but cannot jeer Such beauty ,numinous ,affects my eye While deep rose clouds sing from a darkening sky
I’m frequently impressed when I remember sayings adages, things my mother used to say which are often related to bodily states
When I couldn’t find my glasses I was searching nervously or frantically and only found them when I gave up…..
I remembered my mother saying
You can’t see, for looking.
This is very interesting because like language itself and the developments from it these are coming from the lips of ordinary People. And they’re recognisinhg something which is only in the last hundred years been scientifically described I believe.
There are two kinds of seeing
Very focussed seeing.. narrow purposive vision… This is when we’ve got some thing which our mind is pinned on to and we ignore everything else apart from that very narrow bit of the world that we see very intently. We can also switch into this when we’re under stress, severe stress sometimes.
Then there is the way that the owl must look when it is looking from the tree for something to eat
Wide vision where you’re not focusing sharply on any individual spot in the landscape but your eyes widened and you’re scanning the whole at once. When the owl sees something then he or she must switch into the sharply focused mode and swoop down to catch the little beast that was spotted so the owl could have something to eat
I think artists also will be familiar with this. The eye muscles have to be relaxed which will happen spontaneously when necessary or sometimes you can do it deliberately. There are breathing techniques and relaxation techniques which can switch into this mode
Going back to the adage
You can’t see for looking.
See refers to broad vision with the eye muscles relaxed
And ,cleverly, looking refers to sharply focused vision
So if you’re looking too hard you can’t see
Well it took me 48 hours to find my glasses
I had taken them off in my bedroom to put some sunscreen on my face and then I couldn’t find them
I was looking in the bedroom for them
But when I found them they were downstairs in the sitting room
I wasn’t even trying to find them them and I’d given up completely
My old ones are adequate for most purposes but nevertheless if you if you wear glasses you know that having the ones you’re used to especially for reading is really very important and some of us feel incomplete without them.
I’m always grateful when I find something and I often look up at the sky and say
Thank you.
And thank you to all those human beings that came before us and left us wisdom in these sayings. And this was long before they were schools and universities and other learning organizations.
I sometimes think that we are getting less intelligence as time goes on.
The tragedy in germany has brought home just fragile life might be I know it could end is any moment
We must make the most of what we have left every minute,every every day every week
The beauty of flowers and people’s faces
The love we have for our friends
Let’s not waste it especially in ways which actually make life less than it should be like reading too much social media conversations which are mainly grumbling and moaning
It is very difficult for some people like the poor to enjoy life but there are few of us who could enjoy it more if we decided to do so and yes you can decide by changing the direction and focus of your attention
People were happy before washing machines were invented before microwaves before motor cars and ensuite bathrooms. n fact doing the washing in a river with the other women of your tribe would have been hard work but also companionship and help modern conveniences can make us more lonely while we’re using them at home and also we may have to work longer hours in order to pay for all these things
In fact doing the washing in a river with the other women of your tribe would have been hard work but also companionship and help modern conveniences can make us more lonely while we’re using them at home and also we may have to work longer hours in order to pay for all these things
I know what my new year resolutions are going to be
Well there there is a real group called born in the 1940s but it makes me wonder how about when we grow up if we ever do and what it means
in the course of growing up we discover hate as well as love
I’m assuming that most parents give us some love but I can’t help thinking that’s economic factors are very important it’s not just a psychological health of the parents if you can’t afford good food then it’s difficult to relax and care for your family and yourself.
If you are living in much of the private rented sector there is a lot of poor quality housing there and it’s very hard to get repairs and alterations done
It’s always been hard to live on a small amount of money but what’s the first movie making in the last 4 years because the middle classes think but is very expensive now
Butter is always expensive for the poor
I once found some danish but in our kitchen which my mother had hidden for her and personal use
Then my brother was very good climbing so eventually he was big enough to climb to the very top shelf in the kitchen where mother had hidden some chocolate biscuits i’m not sure who they were for. Well I didn’t get any of them that’s why when I was 5 ft 7 inches tall I weighed seven stone if any mother was still alive I would still wait seven stone almost probably I would have died of starvation because I was not aggressive enough to fight for food in fact I didn’t like a lot of food like meat and fish m could it should be because my brother used to tell me she lives in the field over there well that’s what will be having for our dinner on sunday
Then I was punished for not emptying my plate . But never mind my brother used to steal this anyway
Even on christmas day he was stealing turkey for my dinner plate and I was very grateful because I didn’t like it so I live mainly on chips dried peas and butter beans.
A copper pan with silver tin inside
Is useful to a cook and to a bride
They heat up fast and if they are boiled dry
They soon clean up and light my gloomy eye.
I do not polish mine with Duraglit
But that maybe because I have no wit
For it is black and does not shine at all
And when it’s on, the phone will take no calls.
I use the oven for a Sabbath roast
And use a toaster when I make men toast
I have a grill pan larger than a flame
And with a swollen head, I can’t complain
Get out and buy a copper pan todayl
For ,to be saved, you need this vessel gay
Come back to me, my sweetheart
Don’t leave me all alone.
Come back to me, my darling
I can’t believe you’ ve gone.
I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again.
I’m crying’cos I’m falling like a stone.
Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty
And my voice forever young.
Let me tempt you with my spirit
My laughter and my songs.
I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong.
I’m crying ‘cos with you I still belong.
I thought maybe I’d follow,
To see where you have gone
But there’s a hand upon this tiller
That is not mine alone.
I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song.
I’m crying ‘cos I’ve been lonely for too long.
The hand upon my tiller
The mystery of the dark
The unknown one who lives in me
And sings like a skylark.
I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.
I’m singing ‘cos the cat ain’t got my tongue.
How beautiful it was when the sun shone
And I walked with you,my dear husband, through the gardens.
How happy I was to sit with you by the lake
and to hear the water from the fountain splash.
It's our our favourite music now we cannot visit the sea
To hear the tide rush in,then fall sucking on the shingly beach.
But I see it in my minds eye.
Aldeburgh,the fishing boats go out at sunrise.
I awoke early and saw the sun across the sea
and the boats setting out in the soft light.
Dunwich,the heath filled with birds
the cliff and the beach where sometimes one can find marble
from one of the many churches washed away by the encroaching sea.
And Southwold,the marsh so quiet I heard crickets.
We went across the Blyth in the rowing boat
And saw the place from which our picture of Walberswick was painted...
If only life could be captured,slowed, for a few minutes
for us to receive the beauty and hear the sound of the sea
The everlasting music of the heart
‘Everybody outside of the top is suffering’: How stress is harming America’s health By Ana Swanson December 13
(Washington Post illustration; iStock) The stresses of poverty in the United States have grown so intense that they are harming the health of lower-income Americans — even prematurely leading to their death.
A report published Monday by the Hamilton Project at the Brookings Institution finds that stress levels have greatly increased for Americans at all income levels since the 1970s, but especially for low-income groups, as the chart below shows.
The report doesn’t measure stress as we typically think about it in daily life. Instead, the researchers track “stress load,” an index of certain biological markers such as blood pressure, cholesterol level, and kidney and liver function, that they say are “associated with long-term physiological strain.” These metrics are strong indicators of a person’s health and mortality, according to the report.
“The poor have seen really striking increases in the stress load index,” said Diane Schanzenbach, one of the report’s authors and the director of the Hamilton Project.
Doctor this man believes he has swallowed my phone.
That’s an unusual delusion
But who is deluded?
I’m just pulling your head
Well go and pull a bird
Don’t be so rude
It’s just that I dont know what’s going on in this place
Don’t worry about that nobody could understand it.
But if you know that nobody could understand it in some sense you must understand it to be able to make that kind of judgment
I see what you mean. We make judgments using some other facility than logic
but we don’t know what we are doing
So it’s not necessary to understand what we’re doing in order for it to be correct
Oh well the human mind has got powers far beyond the computer
As humans can only make something which relative to themselves is partial because it was very hard to believe that we could make something more complex than themselves..
Perhaps we’re using the wrong language
I don’t know what that means actually
I don’t either but can you
get some kind of partial comprehension of what i’m hinting at?
I think so because not everything can be described in simple clear terms
Let’s go out for a drink
Well shall we go?
What about the Swallow and Horseshoe?
I thought you were going to say let’s swallow an horse shoe.
How my heart sings 