Mary tidies up

Mary was in her bedroom which once had been a study.There were books every where all randomly arranged
Shall I toss away “Functional Analysis “by Riesz-Nagy?I can’t remember it but it’s a classic text.She looked at her other books and found three rhyming dictionaries…. and Strunk’s guide to style.
Is American style the same as English ? she asked herself.I’d better read that.
When she opened her desk drawers hoping to find a ring she had lost she was thunderstruck by how dirty the white bases were.She sat there on her folding chair musing on this and wondering about Purity and Danger by Mary Douglas.
A whole jar of nail scissors and pens stood ,previously unnoticed, by the window.So that’s where they went,Mary thought.Things seem to appear and disappear disconcertingly at random.Perhaps she had never achieved what is called object constancy by Freudians which must not be confused with objecting to constancy.That is something quite different. that some men like to do
Mary had some clear polythene bags by her and Emile watched as he hid inside the open wardrobe under Mary’s dresses and cardigans.She found some shoes under her desk so put then into a green bag; the socks she collected in a white one and the pens and art stuff went into a box.
What chaos there was in the room with face cream and books on the bed and boxes of tissues and cotton wool balls strewn about.
Emile came out of the wardrobe stretching and yawning as only tom cats cam
Shall I ring 999 , you look tired, he said mellifluously.
Oh,how kind, she responded politely in her delightful way
Soon Dave the transvestite paramedic appeared wearing a maxidress from Marks and Spencers’
Does that need ironing,~Mary asked him
No, it drip dries really well, he answered gracefully
I wonder if I should buy one,she muttered cautiously
If you go to your GP you might find you can get one on prescription
Do you think so? I’ve never heard of that before,she responded
Well, you could say it will cure your depression and grief from losing your dear old man
He will say that no double blind experiments have been done to prove dresses help women to feel better. when bereaved she told Dave cautiously
How about a double bind operation,Dave asked scientifically
What do you mean? Mary said philosophically
We tie ourselves together with string and then kiss and hug and see how it goes… one never knows when old
Well I don’t see why we need string.Someone might think we are a parcel and post us to China or even North Korea.
How about Israel?
Why do you think we’d end up there?
They have some great museums.And we could Wail at the Wall.
I could do with a good Wail,Mary replied as tears ran down her pink and cream cheeks.But I am unsure if one wails there out of grief or is it something more? Like sorrow about the Temple being destroyed.Why do they not get over it?
Well it’s rather like England and the Tudors… all those films and books as if Henry 8 th deserved such fame for ever
I’d prefer the Temple to him, said Mary fastidiously.That was a place of worship and beauty
I’d love to see the Temple.If only we could go back in time,Dave informed her.But the main point is Mary I love you so I must leave your bedroom before I die of repressed desire and lack of your tender touch
I am sorry Dave,I never knew you felt that way about me,Mary told him .Perhaps we should go to the kitchen and make some nice hot tea.And I just bought some biscuits from Marks and Spencers which are much better than any others I’ve had
So they sat at the pine table drinking Ceylon tea and eating custard creams as they watched the sun through the Acer next door.Why the neighbours had a laptop hanging from a tree nobody knew.Was it to make themselves seem superior?Was it going to be connected to the electricity so it would be like a Xmas decoration?Time will tell.Or it may fall off and kill some slugs and snails… isn’t life interesting

I remember playing with your face

I remember playing with your face

Standing on your knee I saw you smile

With my childish fingers I would trace

Laughter lines and lips and how you smiled

I put my little hands on either side

And pushed your mouth together small and wide.

Then I laughed with joy that’l still abides

In the memory of our morning lives

Your eyes were blue and smiling like the sky

I loved to see you happy, see your joy

All to soon the Shadows would come by

And take away my dad your loving boy.

Yet in these little memories I can rest

Knowing my beginning was the best

Squiggle – Definition, Meaning & Synonyms | Vocabulary.com

https://www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/squiggle#:~:text=Squiggle%20originated%20in%20the%20early,derived%20from%20wriggle%20and%20squirm.

So it comes from combining wriggle and squirm and I think it’s a very beautiful word

Squiggle

Do we matter as individuals?

There is a paradox about individual life. That someone can die but everything goes on the same. So it seems an individual life is not important and yet if we said this of every individual we would be finding that nothing is important. So the paradox is that we are very important and at the same time we are not important

When we lose someone we love we suffer the agony of pain and grief and we know that our world has changed dramatically and can never be the same again and yet for most of the people in the world this is not true it doesn’t matter to them.

Anyway that’s fortunate because if we had to grieve for every human being who died we would never stop grieving for a moment.

We ourselves matter to some other people but also because we are part of the human race and if nobody matters then life would be meaningless

But we only grieve deeply for those we know and yet with a modern news media we learn about the terrible suffering going on in other parts of the world and it seems that we can also grieve for those people who died today the same day that my sister died.

And  death is necessary. Like leaves fall from the tree and become part of the soil eventually from which new trees will grow or flowers.

If only we did not have blood:if only we could fall like a flower and gently become dust but we have not green sap but we have red blood and when we are wounded  we bleed. And it’s a terrible thing to see

And a lot of blood is being shed today all over the world in places where it just not seen necessary.

The reasons for allowing other people to be killed don’t seem good enough. What reason could be good enough?

Well, we might have thought it was a good idea if someone had killed Hitler in 1933 or at any time during his  reign of Terror

But even then there would have been arguments about whether a human being could take such a decision and about another person

Taking even one life is a very serious event.

That’s why we pretend that certain groups of people are not really human so it could racially based for it could be that certain children born with certain defects will be better off dead. It wasn’t just the Nazis thought that.

Well we saw the horrors of their path.

Everyone is of value.

That’s why it’s wrong to treat the poor and the disabled with cruelty.

In Victorian times they said that the children in the working class didn’t feel the cold that’s why they didn’t wear shoes because they didn’t feel the cold.

The fact that their parents couldn’t afford shoes for them was ignored. This is of course the defense mechanism of denial.

We all use these defences at times. Especially when it serves our interest so the wealthy could enjoy their wealth because the poor don’t need shoes, a good dinner, decent housing.

Just like animals have been treated a lot of the time but animals are not human beings and it’s far worse to treat human beings that way

Unfortunately it seems that the people in power don’t have this mentality on the whole. They want to become rich and they want their friends to become rich and if there’s a few pennies left after that then give it to the disabled as long as you’re absolutely sure that they are really disabled and not just faking it

Contemporary Psychoanalytic Musings: Yes to aggression

http://tbips.blogspot.com/2013/10/yes-to-aggression.html

For Winnicott, aggression is the infant’s natural exuberance and assertion, its motor activity, a ruthlessness without the intention of destruction, and it fuels creativity and the self’s coming into being (becoming alive, having a sense of self).  Aggressiveness, as such, is part of who the infant is

Annie and Mary and the New year Resolutions

Mary was admiring the rowan tree outside her window when she saw Annie running down the street

Well Annie I didn’t know that you could still run so fast:why are you here in such a breathless state?

Oh it’s my New Year resolution: don’t you know that running is very good for you?

Wlell in theory that might be true but when you’re over 80 is it a good time to start?

I have no choice because I didn’t start when I was younger and time doesn’t go backwards.

Would you like some breakfast?  I have some very nice bread here from the bakery and some lovely honey from Devon.

They at down at the kitchen table.

Where did you get your running shoes from, Mary asked her friend?

Oh I think they belonged to my husband. They were in the wardrobe and as I like the colour blue I thought what’s the point of buying new ones?

Well,stone the crows I am amazed you never needed an excuse to buy new shoes before even though you have 78 pairs already.

How do you know tl I have got 78 ,,?

Well I like the number 78 because it’s divisible by 13. So I counted your shoes  to see if they would fit the pattern as I have got 65 pears.

And did Stan have 52 pairs ?

Of course not he was a man: men don’t have so many shoes. It dates back to when shoes had to be polished. No man would like to polish 52 pairs of shoes nor come to that would have liked to polish 13 If you have 13 pairs of shoes that will be one pair each for the 12 disciples of Jesus and Jesus himself at the Last Supper although if there were any folk serving the food there would not be enough for them. Why am I saying all these ridiculous things?

And any way how does being divisible by 13 help you or the world or in particular Sir Keir Starmer?

It’s hard to explain it but it just pleases me somehow maybe it’s a distraction from reality.

What is reality anyway Annie asked her rudely

Why it’s just like being back at Oxford with iris Murdoch as our tutor

You seem to forget that I did not go to Oxford; well I have been to the station of course but I never was matriculated there nor anywhere else for that matter. I did go into Marks and Spencer’s  there though

Well you’re in good company because 99.99% of the world did not matriculate at Oxford. Most of them don’t even speak English and would not know what matriculation means. But they would all love to go into Marks and Spencers

Words are very interesting because sometimes we read words that we’ve never heard anyone say and we are likely to misspeak

Well I don’t know what anything  means, to be honest.

Do you put a comma after means; it’s because if you don’t it’s a completely different sentence?

I see that you don’t know what it means to be honest  Is that what you’re trying to tell me?

As long as you don’t use the term fake news I will be quite content with whatever you say whether or not I’ve ever heard the words before.

Give me some examples please

Mishap and awry

You have to see them written down and imagine you’ve never seen them before nor have you heard anyone say them and then you realize the problem unless you are very stupid in which case you won’t know if and your life will go on like a wide river flowing down slowly and gently into the sea with no great waves to drown any animals or people who are not being careful

Now I feel sleepy I wonder if I am awake or asleep. Am I really writing the story or am I just imagining it

How could I know?

How would you know that you know or  that you knew,?

Do you know something Annie I think I’ll get married again because when you’re married to a man you don’t have conversations like this do you?

You are so right Mary.

I am so sorry that I am not a man. Evening by try to pretend to be a man I don’t think now my mind would change sufficiently to please you by a totally different kind of conversations not to mention other things that men and women might get up to in private.

Well I think it’s getting a bit late now so why don’t we stop here and then tomorrow we will make a new start

Can we make some new year resolutions ?

Well we can but we should think very carefully first and then we should think even more carefully afterwards.

Oh this is getting on my nerves why do we have to keep thinking all the time?

Do cats think;do eagle think?

Isn’t it wonderful that there are so many questions that don’t have any answers in the system in which we are enmeshed?

Now just stop that We’ve already had one Wittgenstein. I’m not sure if the world can take another one.

The best thing I’m going to do tomorrow is making a cake from a very old recipe that was handed down to me from my grandmother. And it’s got lots of ground almonds in it which are very nutritious as well as being delicious

That’s the best idea you’ve had tonight

My New Year resolution is to start to make cakes again at home and then to invite our friends around on Sunday afternoon to eat them

Well what else could they do with them?

And so say all of us

We have loved 100 years

Made from a photograph of a bleeding insect bite

The widowed man and I near drowned in tears

When meeting by the bus stop down the road

Missing those who loved us all these years

And loss  makes us more vulnerable to fear

The face shows each one’s horror like a code

The widowed man and I gave way to  tears

We think we’re on a plateau, we don’t know

That we are on a downward slope, age goads

We’re missing those we loved despite old scores

The cold wind and the rain were listening ears

To our sad speech when comfortless, alone

We’re widowed and enraged by salty tears

Is this pain a selfish one to share

Waiting for our little bus to show?

We’re missing our old lovers and their care

Now we don’t know what to eat or dare

We both catch on, this hint that life’s unfair

So widowed both, enfeebled by our tears

Between us we have loved a hundred years

Inside the war tearing psychoanalysis apart: ‘The most hatred I have ever witnessed’

https://www.theguardian.com/education/2023/jun/16/george-washington-university-professor-antisemitism-palestine-dc?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other