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Meaning of diatribe in English

 

https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/rant

 

I’ve been given a sentence
For a book, that’s not enough
I mean I am going to jail
Time will be no problem then
Doing time is though
What was your crime?
It’s not mine, lots of people have  commiting it
Was it burglary?
No,I parked on the M1 to eat my lunch
You could be dead
I think I may be.
Who took you to court?
An Amazon delivery man
Surely they would not do  that
You’d be amazed
Well ,look after yourself
You too

Hello. where are you?
I’m in Sane.
How’s the weather
In my brain?
How’s your   other half?
Vertical or horizontal?
Do you need glue
Ah , UHU?

In my head were lists of  food annd drink
Written with a pen in bright green ink
I shut my eyes and visualised the look
I posted  it inside my own new book,

On my bicycle it was a risk
To shut my eyes and drink tea from a flask
I had to let my body  keep me sane
Otherwise there’s no-one we can blame

Crossing the A10  on that old bike~
A siren, the police were running late
I froze right in the middle of the road
There are no photographs I can upload

So now I have another life , you see.
As my self was  buried  by the tree
The flashing neon light ,the noise  that screamed
Why are modern lights so  hard to  please?

I like to be alone and read my books
But I shall ride a bike on Sunday week
I’ll meet my neighbour going round the bend
After I have pressed where it says SEND

We shall  take some tea  and cakes and rugs
Lying idly  as the people shrug
Wool is the  best medicine I find
In a little nook inside my mind

I hum and sing all day
Once I was singing when I was asleep.I  remember the tune now
.I can read extremely quickly.But prefer slowly
I have lost my coordination and got clumsy
I like getting into bed when I am tired and  the bed is warm
My skin has gone all crinkly
I feel young at home
I feel  like a cripple when out.
I used to sing for our cat ; she  lay on a rug by the kitchen door
When I finished and sat down she would jump onto my lap and go to sleep
If I listen I hear the songs are connected to my concerns of the day like dreams are
Who is singing?

I  see a gentle globe, the winter sun Setting into softness  like pink down As if a gentle wind made sunset come The watercolour  mauve has overrun Wishing to make light  of winter’s frown I can see how  winter  hurts the sun Overhead  it’s soft grey tinged with plum This is no  fit garment for a clown But  gentle winter winds made sunset come A blueness planetary makes our dome As if a verb is subtly changed to noun I can see how  night clouds flirt with sun All the pink is falling,falling ,gone The sun is left a monarch with no crown As if a low dark wind made nightfall come My heart is watered as the colours run Combining,dying,falling,night has won I still see a  shadow of the sun Now   the work  of  wind  is  over, done

 

 

 

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/women/life/could-talking-anxiety-make-worse/
Extract

What’s more, several recent studies suggest that anxiety isn’t always rooted in a traumatic past, but may be a quirk of certain brain structures.  ‘We hear a lot about why talking is the best thing for mental health,’ says psychologist and anxiety specialist Dr Zoubida Guernina. ‘But with anxiety, there are so many powerful emotions, it’s very hard to process them through just talking.’

The ideal treatment, she adds, ‘helps the client to face the fear, to become much more proactive and find solutions for themselves.’

 

 

 

 

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/women/life/could-talking-anxiety-make-worse/

Come down  sun.
Come down rain
Come down sorrow.
Come down pain,
We don’t know
What we will find
Come down sweet.
Come down fine
We  walk on
When there’s no  hope
Come down caring
Come down   lost
We   believe.
There is the Good
We will never
Give life up
Come down pity
Come down,haunt
We will never
Uproot love

My effort

https://www.aljazeera.com/indepth/opinion/racism-narcissism-america-original-sin-190809135036012.html

EXTRACT

A racist’s narcissism need not be a personality disorder. As psychologists Jean Twenge and W Keith Campbell pointed out in The Narcissism Epidemic, many narcissists may appear to be “functioning well” by most social standards. At the societal level, racism and narcissism are really a flaw of the human condition, not a disorder.

Where American racism and narcissism come together is in the constant urge to maximise advantage over others and satiate the desire for greatness and wealth. This is mixed with a disdain for those who have been deemed lesser and the willful ignorance of the conditions in which they may suffer. In other words, racism and narcissism are two separate yet interdependent constructs, not a mental illness.

The American roots of these constructs are quite clear and reach back as far as the first colonies. Take the history of the Jamestown colony established in 1607. For four centuries, its story has been one of hard-working Englishman John Smith in the US and of the “good” Native American Pocahontas (her actual name was Amonute or Matoaka) saving his life when her “bad” Native American father Powhatan attempted to kill him.

This, however, never happened: Smith invented this story in 1624, years after Matoaka’s death. And the actual story of Jamestown provides many examples of the racism and narcissism of the US’s early colonialists.

Despite all the self-praise, the fact is that colonialists managed to survive only thanks to the help of Matoaka’s tribe, the Pamunkey, during the winters of 1607, 1608, and 1609. The gold- and silver-seeking Englishmen, having no experience in farming or fishing, would have all died of starvation and disease before a resupply reached their colony.

The rich may not be cruel, but they are blind
They don’t  know how poor most workers are
They do not mean to be   at all unkind

We all have our defences, undefined
Unconscious of our malice,  their despair
The rich may not be cruel, but they are blind

The unemployed,  disabled, are maligned
Without a proper voice , this is unfair
Who does not mean to be   at all unkind?

Men have toiled  for years in  dark coal mines
Glad to be at work but often scared
The rich may not be cruel, but they are blind

The  poor are growing reckless, unresigned
Jerusalem, what has your Lord to say?
Which human  does not mean to be  unkind?

 

Ignorance is not  the worthy way
Give money to the outcasts  as they sigh
The rich may not be cruel, but they are blind
They do not know they’ve  sacrificed their minds

 

 

My doctor is Indian
Is he red?
Well  read.

My doctor takes my BP
That is theft

My doctor is kind
That’s fortunate.

My doctor is also a surgeon
Don’t let him cut you off

My doctor likes crosswords
When said to a patient, that’s terrible

He thinks I am very brave
What, for putting  up with him?

My doctor takes a shower
From the Cloud?

My doctor loves my writing
Do you do italic or copperplate?

My doctor can’t understand my poetry
Tell him it’s  post modern

My doctor likes me
They have to fake it.

My doctor travels all over the wold
Thanks for the warning

Could it be despair  that held me tight

in the wintry evening and the night

I could not see a way to  carry on

Everything  was wrong 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

G-d alone  knew all the coins were paid

 

Inexplicable, the  golden light

That made a sweet 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 when we reach the very end

May the force of love on  us descend

 

 

Very simply, if we hurt others  or do bad things, WE SUFFER [as  do our victims

I imagine we could apply this in politics.It is stronger to  be thoughtful.Force is sometimes needed,sadly

My doctor is God

My doctor is God
Why can’t he heal you then?

God is my doctor
Where did he train?

 

 

 

I am the Lord,I  am God,sort of
You must have no paid gods
Humour yout father and your others
You must not  deal or wheel
You must not covet,you ass.
Love your neighbur, but with stealth
Love is the sweetest thing
Do not kill.
Do you need God to tell you?

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  https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Yeshayahu_Leibowitz

• Not every “return to Zion” is a religiously significant achievement: one sort of return which may be described in the words of the prophet: “When you returned you defiled my land and made my heritage an abomination” (Jeremiah 2:7).

[I read Gideon Levy and weep]

 

The words of Matthew Arnold in Dover Beach come to mind:

And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

I  admit we ‘ve no-one fit to rule
They do not understand  the   dreads   of those who’re  poor
The offices of state are filled by fools

By whom  is Boris Johnson  considered cool?
They must build a House for the Impure.
I feel sad, we’ve no-one fit to rule

Satan  flaps his wings ,he heats his fuel
We have always sinned, but now it’s clear
In offices of state,  pride incites fools

 

In the Poor House, rationed is their gruel
The TV’s dead,  the people, lost. endure.
They must know we ‘ve no-one fit to rule.

 

Experts  out, then WhatsApp makes the rules.
Full stops   mean I hate you, ridicule.
The offices of state, why praise  the fools?

 

Fast dark demons enter ,still allured
By  thinnesses of  soul  in men of powet
I feel ashamed we’ve no-one fit to rule
Boris   with his tantrums ridicules