His beauty moved me like owl at prayer
I’d better share my love of birds on here
He touched me like a marble falls down drains Thank God we then had lots of heavy rain
He told me he was angered by my face
I drowned on his tweed jacket spiced with mace.
I read so fast the teachers were amazed
My secret was adrenalin and haste
I never loved my neighbour as myself
For I was deep in love with someone else
We think we long for love but I might say
Intimacy rots if we can’t play.
I ate my words but could not them digest
The cruel hint, the sentence over -stressed
As if I tried to pierce another’s skin
Which was already dry, and too,too thin.
Better edit what we say with care.
Even those we love we must not scare
Take for granted nothing we adore
But walk in that pale sand, by sea, by shore .
Do not sink into the mud and dross
Despite we each must carry our own cross
For aid is near but cannot reach the deaf
The silence speaks, it does not cause distress
On the sands, we watch small children play
Bringing blood back to our faces grey.
The clouds are large like galleons on the sea
The sails are rounded swimming on the blue
The earth seems small and humble company
Some take fright and into dark they flee
Blinded by the size,ignored the clue
The clouds are whipped like icecream into goo
I see a dream that hangs high on a tree
A crow stands on its head, the small birds rue
~The earth seems small ,unreal yet company
God wrote us a letter,that is key
We staggered to the fire,we burned with glee
The clouds disguise the sin of our envy
The dying god hangs through eternity
Shall he be raised, shall we his promise see?
The earth seems small and humble company
Oh, do not let us kill the sacred tree
Fragmented it wlll split the Trinity
The clouds are beads upon a rosary
The Cross beseeches.words are heresy
This is a very old article in the Guardian newspaper
But it seems we’re still in the same situation of trying to be happy all the time or as much as possible
Where are you going this morning, Mary enquired her best friend Annie.
?
I’m going to take “The mathematical l experience” to Jane’s house. I’m giving it to her daughter
How can you take an experience round someone’s house?
Well all your experiences have made you into the person that you are and so they’re always with you wherever you may go. But this one is actually a book. I think Jane’s daughter will enjoy it. Maths degrees can be very boring when they do not discuss history or social context.
Well it would be no good to me, said Annie unless someone like E Nesbitt rewrote it for children the way she did Shakespeare’s Plays. Maybe set it to music
I think E Nesbit is dead but it would be wonderful if someone could do that. What source of music would it be? Possibly something like Stravinsky
Now what shall I wear ?
Mary donned a pair of thick trousers but they seemed very tight .
Have I put weight on, she murmured confusedly?
No those are leggings, they must be winter leggings. You can’t go outside in those. Not unless you want to be an object of hilarity and scorn
Why n?
They show that your knee has collapsed which is not a pretty sight and also they may be too clinging around your female organs.
I wonder what the difference is between being clinging and too clinging?
It needs the expert eye of a woman who loves clothes.
Suppose I wear a very long jumper over the top Mary replied plaintively.
Well lt won’t hide your knee but then who is going to look at you now? I suppose someone might look at your face my
Only a very old partially sighted man would look at me now I suppose Mary replied feverishly
Maybe a horrible neighbour will notice and pass a remark
Mary told her we can’t live our lives trying to escape the rude remarks of horrible neighbours. In any case it’s all in our paranoid imaginations. Everyone is through caught up in their own thoughts to notice these details
Anyway stop talking I’m getting tired.
That’s the trouble with being old Annie replied. Nearly everything is too tiring whether it’s talking
getting dressed or washed. Or especially vacuuming the house and garden
Not to mention the pavement and the roof.
Mary gently picked up the mathematicak experience from the table in the hall
She went outside and across the road to where her neighbors Jane lived.
Hello Jane. I have brought a book for Rosa.
Jane looked at the book and said that’s very kind of you Mary but Rosa has decided to change to social work.
That’s a big leap from mathematics said Mary randomly
Well Rosa is concerned at the state of the world and she was trying to escape by going into the world of mathematics but unfortunately it didn’t work for mainly because she’s never been very good at mathematics but also it seems inhuma to spend all day with numbers and symbols.
So now she wants to help people who are suffering as they’re always on her mind anyway.
Wow said Mary she must be a very thoughtful intelligent girl with a very kind heart
Come in said Jane and Mary went in followed by Emile her little cat
Hello Rosa she cried I brought your book but your mother says you are no longer doing mathematics. Would you like me to get you something by Richard Hoggart ?
I’d love to read The uses of literacy the teenager replied sumnily. No one will write a book like that now.
I’m sure I can get a copy on eBay Mary told her ignorantly; that’s where I got this mathematical experience book.
You can take this anyway because you might keep mathematics as a hobby.
Thank you very much Rosa replied people it may help me to understand why otherwise sane people go to university to study mathematics.
Archimedes didn’t go to university, said Emile the cat. Then nearly everything that’s been invented was not invented in a university and maybe that’s the problem of our time. By the way how did you teach your cat to talk?
We didn’t teach him to talk and the vet says it’s probably genetic
One of his ancestors must have been able to speak English and he has inherited it although listening to the conversations between me and my husband Stan might have helped him.
Yes it did the cat informs them and I miss Stan very much. I pray for him every night in front of that statue in the living room
That’snot the statue of God it’s a sculpture by a woman from Suffolk.
Well it looks like God to me, Emile replied. He just gazed admiringly at the mantle piece where the sculpture of a tiger sat.
But surely if that was the god that Jesus was preaching about God would not have appeared as a tiger.
No God may have been quite gentle then but since the 20th century and the 21st century his
It’s brought out the more aggressive and destructive side of his nature.
How can you talk about God like that?
I just open my mouth and it comes out.
Surely way ought to have a gate on our lips
And so ought all of us
How my heart speaks 