Author: Katherine

Poetry writer and author

Death or menace

Killed by wedding presents.

A fire was lit with paraffin but no grate.

Asphyxiated.

Concluded.A foolish action.

Almost suicide or murder

Skull fractured by flying le Creuset pot stored on a high shelf with no afore thought.

Conclusion.Accidental suicide or could have been planned murder going wrong

Send to Oxford to read Grates

Trust and Vision

tWeeds or flowersI have become interested in virtue and perception.It began when I read  a little Aristotle about virtue being a habit.That was quite recent.Before that for many years I believed virtuous acts would follow from being able to perceive well.
But when we are fraught our minds and eyes tighten up and so we perceive only what may be a danger to us.To perceive others well we need to be in a position to trust others and we need to feel secure.How is this possible?
From my studies I read that our ability to trust begins with a trusted caregiver in infancy,[See” Atttachment and Loss “by John Bowlby] We may be able to become more secure later by good fortune,friendship and love.
If not,I seem to get the idea that if we are insecure and nervous we cannot truly perceive others and they may be in the same position.If we are afraid then virtuous acts may be hard to enact.Whatever virtuous acts are.
The reason is obvious… when. we are concerned with  mere survival  , iwhat we do to others  may be impossible for us to consider.We cannot truly see them and so we cannot act well towards them except by good luck
Or if we are able to tolerate great anxiety,we may see better…. if not we are incapable…. Those whom we cannot see properly we cannot consider with  the   most  feeling  and act on that.We see them partly or mainly in terms of the fearful fantasies in our minds and cannot see them as  other and interesting.
When we make a friend online we may feel safer but in fact we are more likely to misperceive them. When we are from a sad or difficult background it may help greatly if we have some friends who might point out our errors if we trust enough to tell them.
Or we may pretend to be hard an  isd tough.Neither leads to virtue.If we could trust God it may help but I believe we see God through the lens of our parents.. which is not good…depending on the parents.I am unsure if God is herem anyway
When we live in fear,we cannot see what is there before us.We cannot let go.We cannot accept grace and love nor give it.We will try to live by will power.Ironically people who are fearful inside can develop a shell of toughness and pride and so are not seen as vulnerable  and/or lovable.They may seem frightening to others. This account may help to explain why politics is the way it is and also  we see that arguing is not persuasive when the other/ourself   are not able to open up and see things broadly.
Arguing makes us tighten up and see less well.And it can be frightening too though some cultures find it more acceptable than others.

On the other hand,it is risky to be too trusting.Why some  people are  I don’t know but I will try to find out.

This author had a lot to say about perception… http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/obituary-marion-milner-1163951.html   http://susannanelson.wordpress.com/2014/03/02/happy-go-lucky/

The last spite

When will we see the last Copper?

He drank the last cuppa.

Are you sure?

I am not certain.

His train was the last stopper.

So the rest ran all night?

Yes and never stopped.

But where did they start?

Why should I know?

You don’t?

Oh let’s stop.

But the train won’t

I rather gathered that.

Laconic

It’s hard to enjoy fear and panic

Whilst doing work and love dynamic.

While writing in pentameters iambic.

Feel depressed,it stops behaviour manic

Remember speech is often ironic

And what is wrong with love platonic?

Don’t pretend you’ve never done it.

One day we will meet up in a sonnet

Before our be journey on the comet

Never ever coming home again

Strong at the broken places by Katherine copyright 2007
Trees by Katherine Copyright
Blue by Katherine.Digital drawing

I’m going to give you medication now

To keep the sugar in your blood quite low

He fell, the War Memorial was, his doom

Broke his nose, not coming home

His eye bled and his brain

His cheekbone did complain

Oh, he’s never,never, coming home àgain.

In the ambulance they screamed

Whilst his blood congealed

He’s never never coming home àgain

They asked him could he count

Dying,I lament

God don’t mind dementia in the Saints

North Wales

I’m a big bird chained to a metal ring

I cannot speak, I cannot sing

My heart is broken by this life

Lonely solitude or strife.

Come down eagles set me free.

Oh hear my call,I cannot flee

This maybe the death of me.

Is this how my life should be?

I never said that

I didn’t know it was Boris’s last whopper .

Why is grief like a needle?

It is sharp.

He was my past tense

In what tongue?

I couldn’t see his tongue in the dark

Take a candle.

I am not seeing him again.

Make an exception for his tongue.

For heaven’s sake cut it out

Whattsupp?

Google find me some lice

Google, how is love prized?

Google, lend me your eyes.

Google, does our leader tell lies?

Google, what is my size?

Google,where are the pies?

Google, gambling is wise

Google, are clothes oversized?

We love and we die

You what

My flowers

Where are you?

The Oxford Dictionary p.58.

Can you read it?

Yes,but you won’t hear me.

Where are you eating?

I am not eating over the Dictionary.It would he vulgar

You would be vulgar?

He who would valiant be

Gainst all disaster

I would not want to be valiant

Why not?

He is ugly.

You mean Job Valiant?

I didn’t know he was Job

Neither does he.

The future is friction

Katherine's avatarHow my heart speaks

blackredstart2019-4As a  professor
I am entitled to take  home
Paper,pens and ink

In very large bags
Or even ten suitcases
To write my thoughts down

Of course, my children
Might  draw on the paper sheets
With one of the pens

Condemn young children?~
Is that an ethical act?
They can’t even  write!

I might write,that’s it
For I am genius
And ingenious.

We must be  prepared
To note inspiration
A good idea

What happens to paper
Is not important to me
I am brilliant

I shine in the dark
The  habits of small people
Are not my  concern

I might be the King
Oh,my Coronation
That is so timely!

I phoned Borneo
On my office phone again
Why not? I need perks.

Australia too?
Well it’s a small world
Don’t bother me now.

You do not need me!
What codswallop is that, then?
I was the future

I missed the…

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The beaten track

I have wandered off the beaten track

Searching blindly for the love I lack

Do not condemn the lost for being weak

Do not condemn the lonely one who seeks

Do not fear the ones with faces black.

Dont harass the ones who cannot speak.

Pins

Katherine

His kiss went through her like a drawing pin pushed into a cork notice board didn’t.

The wedding ring was a safety pin restyled by a Tiger’s jaw

Her sewing looked like she used a nappy pin for speed.

His nails felt like horns from a beetle tickling her skin.

His embrace was as fierce as a moth’s eye looking at cashmere.

But not tested by human hand

Her nails shone like fake pearls in moonlight on the beach in Morecambe.