
Author: Katherine
Too many words confuse the heart of love
What effect do abstract theories have?
Is the mind bamboozled our words?
What’s a sentence to an act of love?
What effect do abstract theories have?
What’s naked heart to those who’re sad?
On Good Friday what has Ireland spurnef?
What effect do abstract series have?
Is the mind cut off by friendless words?
The hospital ward

No mobile gnomes after 9:00 p.m.
Please do not disturb the doctor when he does his rounds. It’s all gone elliptical today ml
The police heard mobile groans coming from the bathroom. Then they moved to the ceilings. If the patient has died they would not grow
Please do not make love in the future. It’s been decided it’s all war from now on.
I thought, That’s the university, and then I was hit by a mobile stone. Now I have totally forgotten what a differential operator is and was Dirac one? Why don’t you shoe a little bit of interest in what I’m telling you?
Get an eye loan from Moorfields Hospital. Of course the patients are dead when we take their eyes out. What do you think we are.monsters?
I went for my first check up at the hospital and after covering up my left eye the doctor asked me what I could see. So I said to him you are safe with me doctor. All I can see is blackness with a few flashes.
Can’t you read the letters on the chart?
I didn’t know that the Chinese used letters.
Are you Chinese?
Yes but I only whisper.
I can’t test your eyes in here because we don’t have enough of the Chinese alphabet in the correct format.
Good heavens anybody would think you were doing M.Math. at Oxford
Most people would not even know what it was
If I were you I would go back to China and have your eyes tested there
Is it free?
Pay your own fare or pretend to be a spy and let them kidnap you and take you back to China.
What about Framing?
Very good framing
It’s not me you who needs Framing it’s my lenses.
Have you got any contacts?
1708.9 followers on my blog?
Tell me who is nought point nine on your blog?
007
I didn’t know James Bond was Chinese.
Neither did he
We never gain the ends if we don’t start
Am I an idolator today
For to St Jude I have been known to pray
Patron of the Hopeless, the Outcast
I call on him to find my shopping list

I call on him when I have lost my phone
And long to hear my husband’s mobile groans
If this ignites distress am I to blame
The fires of love are what keep women sane?
I call on him while homesick though at home
Without my love the house feels empty, lone
Does God detest me when I pray for aid?
For these years, with suffering I have paid
Say or sing whatever suits your heart
We never gain the end if we don’t start
Pale and beautiful

Wider than a star
The mind is deeper than a well and wider than a star
I lose myself in waters deep ,symbolic ,sweet and clear
I rest embraced well by this love and wish for nothing more
I dream I walk in meadows sweet
The daisies in my hair
The heart has reasons and desires as if it were a mind
If it’s soft as cashmere wool then it will remain kind
Yet if it’s hard then it may crack and we will split ,divide
I dream I walk by river fleet
With heart and mind combined
The other self that dwells alone in privacy divine
Needs sacred care and sweet respect and peace from what’s malign
The inner nature of us all is given and then transformed
I dream I walk on long white sands
By seas blue, crystaline
Katherine Heiny: ‘Writing about sex and relationships ends up being about infidelity’
Very early onset dementia

I always thought my daughter was stupid but she’s sutpassed herself this week She was born when I was 25 and now she is in the secondary school because she turned 12. Well she was off school one day last week but I didn’t know that she was playing hooky. The next day she told the teacher that she had to stay home with me because I was suffering from dementia so I had to lie down with a cold compress on my head. Well there is early onset dementia but I am only 37 and I’ve not even reached the menopause yet. But the teacher believed her so the headmistress is going to someone see me tomorrow and find out whether I’m having any treatment. I’ll give her some treatment if she comes here so she will not come back again
I find myself in happy joyous dreams
Walking on the Pebbles with bare feet
Children took their shoes off by the Stream
The water clear and warm in summer heat
The Dentdale grass is sweet for hungry sheep
The rippled water plays with each sunbeam
The water clear and warm in summer heat
I picked up pebbles in my hand so sweet
The colour’s almost never what it seems
Back onto the Pebbles with bare feet
Hear the lark ascending as it greets
Happiness can never be consumed
I lose myself in nightmares and in dreams.
I find myself in plans and joyous schemes
Walking on the pebbles with bare feet
The water’s clear and warm with summer heat
Is being stressed a mental illness?

I see that there’s been a 38% increase in the number of civil servants taking time off for so-called mental such as stress
Suppose I am a civil servant being given ever increasing amounts of work in a country with low morale and many people are suffering from the effects of covid etc etc etc is it fair to label these people as mentally ill or would it be kinder and more realistic to say that a great number of people in many jobs now are being asked to do more work than is normal or sensible so tje load is too heavy for anybody except a single person with a schizoid disposition and no interest or hobbies who is looking for something to fill in their empty days. I’m sure he’s grateful for being overworked. And he will enjoy the extra money that he got if he was paid for overtime which is strictly speaking
If you get a headache every time you want more than 6 hours a day you have to consider wheather you are just weak and feeble so I can migraine when you spend all that time calculating peoples income tax or whether they’re doing that kind of highly focused work need some limit on its time whereas if you were drawing cartoons which I have never done but if you were a drawing cartoons I can imagine you could do it for 12 hours a day if someone brought you some nice meals.
Not allcwork can be compared.
Would you rather be a butcher or teach calculus in a comprehensive School?
Would you like to be a surgeon orvmow the Lord outside the Civic Center?
Keep singing real songs
Keep singing 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.
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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 did 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 we’ve been apart too long.
The hand upon the tiller
The mystery of the dark
The unknown one who lives in me
And sings to leave their mark
Singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.
Singing ‘cos with music all belong.
The river Hodder dreams
I wish we were in Clitheroe again
The Ribble and the Hodder meeting near
The generous food, the walks without a plan.
The Ribble valley is the finest here.
I wish we were together now and then
Should marriage do away with other friends?
If you decided where I could say when
Then the dove to us its peace would lend
In our childhood we don’t think of ends
Every day is infinite in joy
And we hide the toys that we can’t mend
You , every infant every girl and boy
I like to be in Bowland Forest now.
Be my guest and be my ghost somehow
The funny way of algebra
Get on with mathematics
So why do we use letters in algebra?
Numbers have no phones.
What would happen if parallel lines met,?
Trains would crash
What is the square root of minus 1,?
I didn’t even know numbers had any roots square or circular.
How many degrees are there in a right angle?
I thought you got degrees at Uni .
I don’t understand what this right angle is.
It means Looking at the world in the best possible way.
What is trigonometry for?
Measuring triggers.
What is topology?
The height of wisdom
Why do we need numbers?
It takes two to tango.
Published by
Benjamin Ferencz (1920–2023) — United States Holocaust Memorial Museum
Live Closer to Your Friends – The Atlantic
Langlands program – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Langlands_program
Are you feeling bored today with no visitors?
Mathematics in the above link will keep you occupied if you can understand any of this

Mary climbs a ladder
Mary was on a step ladder in the bathroom, spying on her husband Stan,through a hole in the wall.He had drilled this for spying on women sunbathing semi-nude in their private back gardens.
Here he was climbing over the fence with Emile ,their cat, on his shoulder.
I think it’s so ridiculous, she muttered .Surely Emile can jump over the fence by himself.
But Emile was very limp,she saw belatedly,
He can’t be dead,she whispered to herself fearfully.She jumped down off the ladder and hit her head on a tap
Oh,my!That hurt…I’d better be careful. she murmured and she flew down stairs to Stan in the kitchen
Emile has got concussion, Stan said mournfully.
Is he dead , perhaps,?she wondered anxiously.
No, he only fell off Annie’s roof.I am sure he’ll come to.
Good Lord.What made him go up there and more important,how did he do it?
You’d better ring 999,he informed her gently
If you say so ,my dear
Soon Dave,the bisexual transvestite paramedic ran in wearing a sundress and dark glasses with golden sandals from Hooters.
Poor Emile,what have you done?
He fell off Annie’s roof, but we have no theory as to how he got there,said Stan.
Well, there’s no need to think of that… we deal with reality.That’s my modus operandi!
He gave Emile the kiss of life.Emile came to…but was not pleased
Why did you waken me up? I was having a lovely dream of walking down a silver path where I saw a big cat with shining fur and tender eyes looking at me.He just began to miaow when some f**king idiot woke me up… was he God?
I can’t say,Emile,dear.But please do not swear.
I’ll do whatever I f**king well feel like,Emile said. nastily
Good heavens, what has happened.Has he been reading dirty books?
No, he was watching East Enders on TV… they all use the f word constantly.
Well,Emile.God will have to wait… he’ll be glad if you do some kind work here on earth.
Up yours,said Emile.I am sick of living here. I’ve been hoping for years Stan would mate with Annie but he has only managed a kiss.
Perhaps it was the kiss of life,said Mary hopefully
Well, in a sense,you might have hit the snail on the bed said Stan thoughtfully.I know any further mention of philosophy will drive me utterly and eternally mad!
Now,Dave said,shall I make you all some hot tea?
Thank you Stan responded.I am half crazed already.Tea may save my sanity.But for what?
Annie came in wearing her brick red trouser suit and a white sun hat. her face a dark shade of beige and her lips light mauve, with lipstick from Max Fracture’s new range.
Did you know Emile was in a hot air balloon,she said in tones of wonder.How has he got down so fast?
I f**king well fell out, the cat yawned proudly.Then I had a near death experience until this loon here brought me round.
Emile,I ’ve never heard you swear before! she whispered in a strange manner reminiscent of those silent films starring unnamed and forgotten beauties of long ago.
Do you like it,baby? Emile asked.
No I don’t. I’ve never said F*ck in all my life.
Well you have now,the cat informed her with a naughty smile.
I think he’s possessed by demons.We’ll have to have him exorcised.
But I like demons,Emile bawled .I’ve been good all my life and I am bored and depressed.
So you believe swearing will help more than therapy?
Emile got up and lit a cigarette nonchalantly with a certain ,je ne sais lah
Good grief,he’ll be having sex on the sofa next ,said Stan.
What a good idea,said Emile, but I want my own room and an en suite..I mean to impress the next girl friend I have.
Dave drank some tea and watched these old folk ponder.
I am wondering where we went wrong,said Mary.All these years we’ve educate you privately and even had you baptised.
Well.I am going to be a Jew,said Emile.
I don’t think a cat can be a Jew… and you never ever had any interest in the spiritual before,why this?
Well,when I was unconscious I realised that God exists….
But why be a Jew?
Well,they were the first to see God in a Burning Brush.
And the last too, I hope,thought Annie nervously.
Well,said Stan.You want to smoke,swear ,make love and possibly enjoy wine and song.Is that not enough?
Does God smoke and swear?
There was a long silence and Emile answered’
Well,Yes he does.
I’m off said Dave.I have to ring the Pope.
Why? asked Emile. I am not going be a Catholic….
Well,said Dave, he ought to know that God is a cat.
Annie and the apples

Poor Annie had fallen out of the apple tree where she saw Emile chewing some smoked haddock stolen from her basket.
Emile looked down from the highest branch
Are you alright he mewed.
I don’t know she muttered.I am in shock.
I’d better ring 999 and get Dave.
Without waiting he ran down the apple tree into the hall.
He phoned 999 and soon the ambulance will arrive.
Where will Annie be taken?
Who will look after her?
And where is Mary her best friend
Will she get better?
Find out in the next chapter if you pay £50 to The Red Cross by the time the next part is written.
Can’t wait
Chapter 2. Was their voice too loud?
Chapter 3. Are other people real or mere servants of your fantasies?
What to wear when you are dumb
.A new book by your favourite author

You can’t be racist if you go to a and e
Do not judge

You remind me of someone who is looking through a closed window and cannot explain to himself the strange movements of a passerby.1 He doesn’t know what storm is raging out there or that this person might only with difficulty be keeping himself on his feet.
LUDWIG WITTGENSTEIN
The New York city lights by John Coyote
Could being polite kill you?
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The changed face of Britain
I wish I were in Walsingham again
The great arch of the abbey standing near
The silver stream the bridges and the path
I wish that you were near,my love,my dear.
I wish we were in Brancaster today.
The cottage on the coast, the sea so near
We were running on the sands the tide was high,
The yellow gorse had thorns, the scent was pure
We saw the swans at Wells we saw the barge
No refugees were housed there,now,’m scared
Will they store folk in a jumbo jet and fly
I cannot count the rumours I have heard
I wish we were in Norfolk by the sea.
Hosting refugees for Easter tea
To the depths
The trees’ roots wind beneath the grass
So green and perfect,neatly mown.
The roots entangled,serpents mass,
Beneath the fruit trees which now groan.
Another,richer world beneath,
Where the roots stark homes do give
To tiny creatures which yet seethe,
And all our darkest shadows live.
From here a serpent malice took
From our neglect of what we hate.
We see the surface , do not look
At what lies deeper ,till too late.
And so we live, so often blind
To the depths of our own minds
While sick
Who commands these viruses like flu?
Consternation makes our hearts feel blue
Do we have a lifeboat or an Ark?
The situation does feel rather stark
Who decided we could work while sick?
Our energy depleted , brains feel think
Decisions so important need clear minds
Not one both unravelling and blind
We travel round the globe, a virus ride
Our garments are as louche as fratricide
We snap some photos of the Golden Dome
Then jump on a plane and turn to Rome
Why not stay in Britain or in France?
The piper plays but only demons danc
How to sleep well at any age – from babies (and their parents) to dog-tired midlifers
People wander when they are old

Wandering people. 48 views.
It’s not referring to the Jews!
No it’s about the aged folk
Searching for someone who will talk
The more you ask, the less you get.
I beseech you, don’t forget
What is it like for asylum seekers
Stuck on a barge, the world is bleaker
Instead of love your neighbor as yourself
Listen to one for spiritual wealth.
For there is no money to be had
Helping your neighbours, is that bad
Mental health: Overcoming the stigma of mental illness – Mayo Clinic

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/mental-illness/in-depth/mental-health/art-20046477
I’m in
Stigma can lead to discrimination. Discrimination may be obvious and direct, such as someone making a negative remark about your mental illness or your treatment. Or it may be unintentional or subtle, such as someone avoiding you because the person assumes you could be unstable, violent or dangerous due to your mental illness. You may even judge yourself.
Some of the harmful effects of stigma can include:
- Reluctance to seek help or treatment
- Lack of understanding by family, friends, co-workers or others
- Fewer opportunities for work, school or social activities or trouble finding housing
- Bullying, physical violence or harassment
- Health insurance that doesn’t adequately cover your mental illness treatment
- The belief that you’ll never succeed at certain challenges or that you can’t improve your situation
Steps to cope with stigma
Here are some ways you can deal with stigma:
- Get treatment. You may be reluctant to admit you need treatment. Don’t let the fear of being labeled with a mental illness prevent you from seeking help. Treatment can provide relief by identifying what’s wrong and reducing symptoms that interfere with your work and personal life.
- Don’t let stigma create self-doubt and shame. Stigma doesn’t just come from others. You may mistakenly believe that your condition is a sign of personal weakness or that you should be able to control it without help. Seeking counseling, educating yourself about your condition and connecting with others who have mental illness can help you gain self-esteem and overcome destructive self-judgment.
- Don’t isolate yourself. If you have a mental illness, you may be reluctant to tell anyone about it. Your family, friends, clergy or members of your community can offer you support if they know about your mental illness. Reach out to people you trust for the compassion, support and understanding you need.
- Don’t equate yourself with your illness. You are not an illness. So instead of saying “I’m bipolar,” say “I have bipolar disorder.” Instead of calling yourself “a schizophrenic,” say “I have schizophrenia.”
- Join a support group. Some local and national groups, such as the National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI), offer local programs and internet resources that help reduce stigma by educating people who have mental illness, their families and the general public. Some state and federal agencies and programs, such as those that focus on vocational rehabilitation and the Department of Veterans Affairs (VA), offer support for people with mental illness.
- Get help at school. If you or your child has a mental illness that affects learning, find out what plans and programs might help. Discrimination against students because of a mental illness is against the law, and educators at primary, secondary and college levels are required to accommodate students as best they can. Talk to teachers, professors or administrators about the best approach and resources. If a teacher doesn’t know about a student’s disability, it can lead to discrimination, barriers to learning and poor grades.
- Speak out against stigma. Consider expressing your opinions at events, in letters to the editor or on the internet. It can help instill courage in others facing similar challenges and educate the public about mental illness.
Others’ judgments almost always stem from a lack of understanding rather than information based on facts. Learning to accept your condition and recognize what you need to do to treat it, seeking support, and helping educate others can make a big difference.
What I did not know held me in trust
The grey cloud of unknowing held me fast
I knew reality unsymbolised
I gaped at trees with blossom till it passed
I would have paid no heed to stinging wasps
The strange, lost feeling blinded heart and eyes
The grey cloud of unknowing held me fast
Is this why girls self harm to feel at last?
Inner pain too deep to make us cry
I look at trees with blossom, this shall pass
Numbness,nothingness,the human test
To try our being ,show our hearts can die
The grey cloud of unknowing taught me fast
Who owns life and whose forefinger traced
The universe, the stars, the earth and sky?
I look at trees with blossom,self effaced
Our words are maps,our sentences are lace
That weave us into being, all engrossed
The grey cloud of unknowing held me fast
What I did not know held me in trust
Why not watch the television with a ghost?

I’d like to creep into a double bed
With my dear old husband but he’s dead
I’d like to have my little cat by me
Watching television from my knee
Alas the cat took ill oh what a blow
Which loss was the worse,I do not know.
Now I have a television new
But ,I dont want to watch it with out you









