Philip Morris wrote:

As one who has coached corporations in public speaking let me be clear….this was NOT master class in public speaking, but rabble rousing. He broke numerous rules reminiscent of a mafia leader happy to be vindictive, to spout lies, to divide his audience, to exploit even his allies….the list goes on. You don’t win an audience by letting your narcisstic traits race to the fore.. nor by adopting a bullying, boastful & boring aggression towards so many. His economic policies may well cause a recession while his bowing to Putin is reprehensible. Compared to almost every other President before him he comes over as an arrogant, ignorant, bully, a leader without a moral compass, without calm intelligent inspiring rhetoric and dangerously naive in assuming Putin will maintain a peace. God help us!

A triolet

The face that was familiar is no more
Yet he haunts me in my dreams and in my days
I miss him for his judgment and his art
The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my mind’s eye I can see him plain
Humorous and kind , a rare blessed soul
He haunts me in my dreams and in my days
The face that was familiar is no more

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2025/mar/04/do-you-overshare-here-often-why-revealing-too-much-on-a-first-date-could-be-a-red-flag?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

By Salthouse Church the wind blew off your hat
We watched it flying like an unstrung kite
Then snow fell in cold Cromer,see the map!
A cat dosed by the fire in the warm pub
Yet near Salthouse winds blew off your hat
I’d have blown off too, were I less fat
These gales would give the sailing boats a fright
By Salthouse Church the wind blew off your hat
We watched it flying up in cold sunlight

https://jcrhumming.wordpress.com/?sfnsn=scwspmo

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From the book

Phantasy in everyday life by Julia Segal

“The idea that painful emotions are better kept conscious and simply suffered until they go away of their own accord is one which may not have entered their heads.”

https://positivepsychology.com/emotional-contagion/

Never end a sentence with and.

And never begin one with and either.

Like trying to reduce mathematics to a mere branch of logic as Russell and Whitehead did [didn’t succeed,in fact],trying to write the rules of English grammar is difficult

2018

Could it be despair that held me tight

in that February evening and the night

I could not see a way to carry on

Everything seemed dark and I was done

I saw great blackness all around myself

I could not be restored, I had no health

I had reached the end of seeking aid

God alone knew all the coins were paid

Oh gracious mysterious glowing light

That made a warm shawl round me on that night

Impressing me with kindness and goodwill

Holding me until I’d had my fill

Most sensuous, most tangled with love’s grace

Surrounding me, protecting my lost face

As if the arms of love were something real

That anyone who knew this must reveal

Only if we reach that darkest point

May the force of Love with light annoint

https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/anabolic#:~:text=adjective,therapy%20to%20promote%20bone%20formation

When God came down , the rivers overflowed

Great trees were floating ,angled and exposed

The houses broke up like a loaf to crumbs

The hearts of humans trembled till they hummed

The winds deceived, the gusts unmeasured stung

The churchbells shuddered then untimely rang

The power was cut and all our screens were dark

Where were the rulers, where the saving Ark?

The women giving birth were paralysed

The babies in the womb took ill and died

Their cradles rocked the world, they swung so fast

And in a moment all of life had passed

In the void, God started his new world

Rich and strange, the grit and then the pearls

https://www.themarginalian.org/2025/02/28/the-souls-of-animals/?mc_cid=b0bc30c0ac&mc_eid=d32e4171d3

Mary was sitting in the kitchen drinking some tea whilst admiring the wild plum tree in blossom.

Suddenly her neighbour Annie ran into the room wearing a pink corduroy dress with long sleeves buttoned at the wrist and her legs were covered by striped tights that she had a bought in Woolworths in 1998.

She looked at Mary quizzically

You don’t look yourself this morning

No I’m not myself today I think it’s that schizoid remoteness that I have heard about recently. Could you become schizoid when you’re over 70? Annie teased her gently.

I don’t suppose it’s paranoid anhedonia.

Just plain and simple grief.

When was grief ever pkain and simple Mary wondered out loud

I’ve never heard of ak Anhedonia before. It sounds like a very good name for a cat

Come here Anhedonia.

Emil Mary’s beautiful cat woke up and cried out, I told you I should have learned Greek at school, mother.

But you didn’t go to school Mary told him kindly

You could have got me a private tutor in that case but first of all I would have to learn to read and write which is something I  never got round to.

So what made you think that that word was Greek?

It just reminds me of things I  heard you saying to Stan before he died.

Oh yes it was probably when I was discussing my anisometropia with him.

Is that a house plant Annie asked nervously.

No it’s something to do with the fact that you can’t get both of your eyes sorted with super suitable lenses simultaneously

That sounds dreadful cried Annie mournfully.

And you know what the optician said to me Mary told her

He said you’ve got 90% of your eyesight back compared to a blind person but only 60% back compared to someone with perfect vision.

So I said to him don’t talk to me like that I am a mathematician I used to teach statistics to trade union students. You can’t do that with percentages they’re not metaphors you know or similes.

But on reflection I realised that I could understand perfectly well what he meant.

It reminded me of Stan when he used to say

The distance between 0 and 1 is bigger than the distance from one to two

That would not be allowed in a mathematics book  but actually he was 100% right compared to a human being but only t 10% compared to God. And even that’s an exaggeration.

We have just sorted out the Greek alphabet and mathematics and percentages and metaphors why don’t we put the kettle on  and make  nice cup of tea. A coal fire in this room would make it perfect why we could even boil the kettle on it and reduce the electricity bill

Oh mother you are so funny cried Emile graciously I just love the way you talk I could listen to you all day long

Thank you very much Emile that’s wonderful to know that you don’t mind listening to me like this all day because I have no one else to talk to

Excuse me  said Annie you can talk to me.

Thank you dear I know I can but sometimes I remember that you only went to Grey’s road polytechnic whereas I went to Cambridge university on a scholarship although I would rather have gone on the train

You went to Cambridge university but did you actually go inside and learn anything?

That’s what we’re all wondering but sk at least she has a little humility.

I wish that we could say the same for the most powerful man in the world.

Yet even a modest poet is more powerful in reality than someone who rules by lies power and force and probably even death.

The poet alters our vision.

Though sometimes it’s easier to get new spectacles instead

And so say all of us

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46565/ozymandias

When Jesus was in the garden of gethsemena

He wanted some companion during the night but nobody was able to be with him.

I’m sure that some of us have had a similar experience.

So would a helper have said to Jesus

Why don’t you listen to some music I know the radio has not been invented yet but you are God…. So make yourself a radio and listen to music

Why don’t you turn your mind away from fear of death  I’m thinking about signing up for an art class,myself.

I know that Jews can’t worship images but there’s no harm in making some images was paint or pastels.

It might lift your mood..

Now Jesus, have you drunk enough water today? Have you had a proper meal?

(Well they had the last supper I believe.)

Don’t you think we should all go home and go to bed and have a good rest and forget about this event that’s going to happen?

Now Jesus what you need is a good holiday.

You know it’s not so far to Cyprus and it would be a break from living in this occupied territory.

The Romans have a lot to answer for.

And would Jesus have lost his temper and called out to the  disciples

Satan get thee hence.

Then somebody will just say, if you feel bad at three o’clock in the morning it’s often a sign of depression and I believe there are some new antidepressants on the market now.

Why don’t you see the doctor tomorrow and ask him can you have a free sample because there is no NHS in the holy land.

And that’s why Jesus stayed in the Garden of Gethsemane by himself because he did not like what his followers were saying to him. And it was all because they didn’t want to actually know how he was feeling: that he was sweating blood that he was afraid that he was terrified but he was going to continue on the path that he believed God had set him on.

And after all he was the son of God. So he believed and there is some evidence to favor that view.

And thus it did transpire

I’m knitting you into my fabric…

How flexible.
How charming.
How alarming
How creative
How festive.
what an idea!
what a notion
what emotion!
But you are too big for me to knit
so, I’ll just touch your hand
with my fingers.
and you may  touch my hand
with your fingers.
What good hands we have
with such fingers.
Fingers are for touch.
fingers are keen to touch.
I like touch.
what would we do
without fingers?
I like your skin.
Skin is good.

We love skin.
We love.
We are.
I want skin to be ours,
and yours is mine,
and mine
is yours.
Where is the edge of the world?
Skin has no end.
it’s infinity,
au naturel.
What order!
What design!
What wonder.
What awe.
What a tune
What a rhyme!
What good time!
Where is the world’s skin?
Tenderly we touch the world
as the world embraces us.
It’s called love.
Love.

This  is love.

https://michaeldsellers.substack.com/p/a-deeper-look-at-claims-by-kgb-officer?utm_medium=android&triedRedirect=true

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https://www.godwardweb.org/eyealteringalter.html

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Tucked away in William Blake’s poem, “The Mental Traveller,” is a line that elucidates one of the great mysteries of ancient and modern thought. He wrote, “The eye altering alters all.” Obviously, our own thoughts and feelings color our experience of the world. But Blake was getting at something much more fundamental. In effect, he was saying that how we see the world changes the world. We are not mere passive observers of reality but collaborators with it.

I have read that creative artists need humility in order to be creative

But what is humility?

As far as I can gather it means accepting emptiness. I have seen it expressed in the following sentence which I believe was first mentioned by Thomas Aquinas and it was also mention by the Psycho analyst Wilfred Bion.

This is it

You say, I have nothing I am nothing, I know nothing. In the emptiness of total humility there is a space into which creativity can enter.

Of course these artists and writers do not feel humble all the time I am laughing as I’m thinking of Picasso.

Apparently not knowing is part of getting to know something. If you think you’re already know everything then you’re not going to discover anything new, are you?

But we are taught to be frightened of emptiness and nothingness yet it is out of nothingness that something emerges.

In my dream I gsve birth to a child

The doctor said that he would die quite soon My feelings overwhelming made me wild

The Nazi doctor threw him on a pile

I lay nearby unmoving as I keened

In my dream,I gave birth to a chil

A week passed by,I knew that death beguiled

Frozen lips made no sound, song or tune

My feelings overwhelming made me wild

I had to rise and say my black goodbye.

My baby with the others;horror loomed

In my dream I gave birth to a child

I picked him up , when suddenly he smiled

I held him to my breast, my songs I crooned

My feelings overwhelming drove me wild

I had to carry him, the landscape gloom

A desert grey and rocky like some moon In my dream I gave birth to a child

In terror I had walked yet love consoled