Metaphors of Pushing and Pulling

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https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/why-i-write

“My interest can be defined by at least part of Charles Reznikoff‘s characterization of his poetry: “images clear but the meaning not stated but suggested by the objective details and the music of the verse.” As a reader, I look for such clarity of image and phrase, for a rhythmic pulse and a rich verbal texture, for a sense of shape and coherence even in the midst of apparent fracture. As a writer, I try to provide these things. But an overall “meaning” or “interpretation” isn’t the first or the main thing I seek, as either reader or writer. “A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have one” (Stevens 914). Attend to the senses and sense will often attend to itself.

I respond to urgency, to a sense of felt necessity, to passion. The word passion derives from the Greek for “suffering, experience, emotion.” The word itself summons up the poem as an experience undergone by the writer and the reader alike. Passion is not just a passion for my lover or for botany or for history, but a passion for words, a passionate struggle to try to create verbal experience that would be as real as the rest of the world. Stevens insisted that “In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all” (902). Like any object of love, that also means that the poem will resist its creator, just as the world resists us. The struggle such passion entails is both joyous and painful. As Stevens also famously wrote, “Poetry must resist the intelligence almost successfully” (910). Of course, that presumes both an intelligence to be resisted and an intelligence that resists. The poet, the poem, and the reader must all be as intelligent as possible.”

What is a diatribe?
One of the lost tribes of Israel?

What is fratricide?
Oh,Cain and Abel

What is deicide?
Wasting the only time we have ?

What is a syllogism?
Something to do with erotic love?

What is a neologism?
Maybe a syllogism  that failed

What is logical positivism?
Seeing only the good in others

What is a pancake?
A cake that won’t rise.

What is a logical error?
A feeling.

What is mathematics for?
Designing knitting patterns.

What is a neurosis?
I  d d d d d doubt my answer will be right.

What is an axiom?
An atom with  Ki

What is  a borderline personality disorder?
When you can’t manage to have a full personality disorder.
When you keep building walls till you spent all your money and die of starvation
When you have  like geometry and being tidy?

What is starvation?
Invasion by a star?
Invitation to be a star?

The doctor says I am suffering from  allusions to poetry.So he put me on major tantrum tigers.
I’m an agnostic too.I  believe God is here sometimes.He’s a wave and a particle and very light.He comes and goes and he waves!
Meanwhile in the garden there is  a mass wisteria.It will be ok in a few weeks when we get cold blasts of air from somewhere forbidden.Not hell!
There is a big depression where we bury the vegetable peelings amongst other things like the dead.And   what the cat catches,
So we are  inflating the law.
The priest says my sins are mortal but not deadly.
I have been text-communicated by the Immigrant in the Vatican
I didn’t realise it was a sin to have sex when your husband has died.
No,I mean with someone else!
Is a vibrator sinful? Or is it  the folk who might use them?
Is it a sin to make them in a factory?If so the economy will slump…
It’s funny that Boots sell something that could  send us to hell for all eternity.I am not referring to their famous face cream though it does remove the top layer of the skin.It is however not enough for those who have cancer  especially if it is on your bum.
If Boots sell vibrators surely the Church must see it’s now the  norm and does not   use birth control which they still ban, so  t could be a gracious way of having sex without need to take the PILL.Still it does seems  odd  to imagine that you get married and you both have sex  using vibrators.Not quite a honeymoon especially if you take two vibrators.What, though, if the battery  goes flat?What if you forget your adapter for the plug? I suppose you could take it in turns!
It’s like food.We used to do that ourselves once.Now it’s sex.No worry about wasting the weekend in bed  whispering in each others ears though ,do rememeber not to use one  while driving up the M1.I know it’s boring but do you want to be on a video on Twitter? You do! Are you mad?
Remember  though that you might have an accident involving others.If you are suicidal, please jump off Beachy Head.Do not cause a traffic jam as you will most likely  be murdered.And murder is not suicide,is it?
You will have injured someone else and that is more unethical than using men ,women or vibrators for recreational purposes.I rest my taste.Or my vase.Or my  handbag… BTW is there a vibrator bag? If not, why not become self employed and start a new business… different  colours and so on.I have no idea about size  so an expandable fabrix might be good.
When it comes down to it why not enter a monastery? It’s less trouble

https://theconversation.com/marcel-proust-can-tell-us-a-lot-about-political-echo-chambers-in-the-age-of-donald-trump-and-brexit-102924

Part of the article:

“Of course, this is nothing new. What is Trumpism or Brexit now was the “Dreyfus Affair” for the French public in the late 1890s. Dreyfus was an artillery officer who was given a life sentence for treason in 1894. Half of French society defended him, pointing at the very weak evidence that supported this verdict, the other half attacked him and insisted he was guilty. While the Dreyfus Affair lasted, pro-Dreyfus and anti-Dreyfus people ended up at bitter loggerheads. Close friendships and even marriages broke up and some of the most prestigious salons split in two over it.

Sound familiar? The political divisions these days may be more obvious (you could not read someone’s political views on their Twitter feed at the end of the 19th century) but the poisonous atmosphere is the same. And this is where the author Marcel Proust, a supporter of Dreyfus, comes in.”

There was a question on Quora for ages asking if you can psychoanalyse yourself.Well, it seems unlikely to me.I think relaxing and speaking freely is hard to combine with the  attention needed  from another person who has no emotional stake in your life or actions or feelings

However you can by  careful observation notice qualities in yourself you were unaware of.{I don’t mean beginning to write poetry when 65 years old]
When someone hurts me I often seem to feel I have hurt them and I feel distressed.Yet if I write about something similar I realise I have done nothing to cause this and it is not I who need to apologise
Maybe I confuse myself with others..? Is this common?

I suppose I have found it worth thinking about. I can’t eliminate it but I can ask myself , who has done what here.Maybe I try to take the blame rather than think about whether this person is worth being friends with. That would be if it happened a lot.For we all do hurt each other now and then inevitably.But we can reduce it
And friends are friends
Is there a deeper meaning ? Have I failed to develop an ego?  If so. it is a bit late now!

You should not worry as much about what you do but rather about what you are.

People should not worry as much about what they do but rather about what they are. If they and their ways are good, then their deeds are radiant. If you are righteous, then what you do will also be righteous. We should not think that holiness is based on what we do but rather on what we are, for it is not our works which sanctify us but we who sanctify our works. Meister Eckhart

https://biblehub.com/parallel/ephesians/6-7.htm

 
good will, 
εὐνοίας (eunoias)
Noun – Genitive Feminine Singular
Strong’s Greek 2133: Good-will, kindliness; enthusiasm. From the same as eunoeo; kindness; euphemistically, conjugal duty
as 

The face that was familiar is no more
Lost like butterflies  that wind destroys
And I sit alone by this closed door

From this anguish take me,I  implore
Hoping that my prayer will not annoy.
The face that was familiar is no more

All the years have vanished from  my store
With the empty future ,love destroyed
As I sit alone by this closed door

As days pass by, truth  and pain conjoin
Love is never evil but conveys
The face that was familiar is no more

With nature’s rhythm, we   touch on the benign
Loss and even sin are cast away
As I  decide to open this closed door

So I travel down the path  of each new day
Good will and acceptance come, I pray
The face that was familiar is no more.
Kindness, love and courage can restore.

I’d like to hide inside a cardboard box
To be protected from the world of  hurts
Where messages  come  both live and via text

I hear the clock and notice how it ticks
My life is going and my friends are curt
I’d like to hide inside a cardboard box

We travel on a ship which may be wrecked
We end up on the sea bed ,still alert
To messages   that come via  a text

Why do human hearts feel so attacked
When lovers leave  yet memories stll flirt
I’d like to crouch inside a cardboard box

Yet boxes are more vulnerable in fact
Unless they are our coffins  in the earth
No messages  could reach us via texts

To some ancient faith I may convert
After travelling through the sad desert
I’d like to hide   behind an iron fence
Yet love may come and end this great silence

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/cultural-criticism-cultural-studies

Extract:

Developing in the 18th and 19th centuries among writers such as Jonathan Swift, John Ruskin and, especially, Matthew Arnold, cultural criticism as it is practiced today has significantly complicated older notions of culture, tradition and value. While Arnold believed in culture as a force of harmony and social change, cultural critics of the 20th century sought to extend and problematize such definitions. Theorists like Raymond Williams, Antonio Gramsci, and those connected with the Centre for Contemporary Cultural Studies in Birmingham, England—as well as French intellectuals such Louis Althusser and Michel Foucault—described culture not as a finished product but as a process that joined knowledge to interest and power.

What is a metonym?
It’s like this:
If I can speak in several tongues…..  here  tongue is being used to stand for something more… a language.It is no longer referring to the actual tongue in your mouth.

I said, show me your pencils, not where are your tonsils.
I said your dinner is ready, not  you’re a sinner already
I said, I have no honey, not give me your money.
I said,I’m not afraid. not I’m Dr Freud
I said,I love your dear profile not  buy me a new mobile.
I said, what time is supper, not I hate your kippers
I said, I’ll make some hot toast not  where is the post.
I said, are we still married not  I hate Hubert Parry
The lark was  ascending ,I did not mention ending
Where is the humour  when we listen to rumours?

There was a long low white house  in a steep lane
I’m sitting on a drystone wall smiling at you
I’m wearing a fuchsia T shirt and a long blue cotton skirt
And some Chris Brasher hiking books
I am happy, that is clear.

I got stuck climbing some rocks
But some young men helped me.
Why did we do that with no training?
On the moor lots of people,women alone
Families, groups, it was green and pleasant.

I am looking at this photograph you took
But you’re not here.Noone else will know
But I know

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/tongue

So taste
as day
rearranges the red
and orange flowers
from tongue to tongue
like losing the cymbal’s 
clang for all its glints
we crept behind the moon
which always insists on sleeping over 
barely a belly for a mouth
an hour past the movie
we were still filming 
the way food fills
each curving lapse
between your teeth
or song
in sheets
against the windshield
no one believes
air is the enemy
so don’t be afraid
to breathe all this speech
someone already died to say
the moon is on the couch
so we climb onto the roof
where our bellies swell open
to slosh and go flowers
red and orange flowers
hairy and pink-stemmed
like champagne flutes
we always overuse
everything that 
happens happens
wrong if not
by tongue’s might
in the little time
left before sun drives
all the workers into work
all the workers into work

I thought that I would use this voice to type in because my fingers are still a little bit inflamed ;not all of my fingers mysteriously it’s the little finger on my left hand which swolle.After I had the operation on my arm in July my left thumb and wrist became very red and swollen for several hours despite the fact that the operation was on my right arm.

Life is very puzzling I went to a walk-in centre on Saturday to see a doctor; he has given me some very strong antibiotics.On the leaflet inside it says that these antibiotics can cause one to have hallucinations or to become agitated or both I suppose I would certainly get agitated if I had a hallucination unless it was a hallucination of something very good .

I suppose many people may have such hallucinations but they don’t go to the doctor because they like them. I can guess if you saw a beautiful person coming into the room smiling at you,would it matter if they were real or they were just a figment of your imagination brought on by the antibiotics?

These tablets can also cause you to get a red rash all over that looks like chicken pox The thing is how will you know it’s not chicken pox? I really don’t know I certainly feel rather peculiar. I feel as if I’m not really here whether that is due to the antibiotics all the infection or due to my being constrained in what I am able to do because of this infection
I cannot tell . I believe that they have and more and side effects but I have not read the rest of the leaflet .It was either this or becoming more and more unwell and it unable to go out so I decided to take them as the doctor seems very sensible too.

He is not my usuak doctor because on Saturday is in the United Kingdom we cannot see  our own doctor but we can go to a walk-in centre and see a nurse or a doctor depending on how serious we are feeling or how seriously they think I condition is but I went straight into the doctor ;anyway we’ll have to wait and see whether his worries are justified because to be honest this is the fourth lot of antibiotics I have had since I had the operation on my arm in July
I know the feeling that I am not getting any better yet because they kill good bacteria as well as bad ones. Well they’re not really bad but there’s just too many of them in the wrong clothes it’s a bit like you, you could say it’s rather like a protest March when you get too many people crowding into Trafalergar Square or some of the London spots where political people like to wand waving flags showing we don’t like Donald Trump.
Personally although I don’t like what I have seen of Donald Trump so far I do not think there’s any point in English people having a demonstration about it and in fact they haven’t.
I was just using it as an  imaginary example to illustrate a point I was making but it was in my imagination  you see; it might even be a hallucination that I thought I saw a crowd of people in Trafalgar Square but it was these antibiotics made me believe that and in fact there was a nobody at all in Trafalgar Square except me and a lot of bacteria.
I thought the bacteria might stay in Trafalgar Square and let me come home at 3 from all ills if you get what I mean which will be very difficult because as well as being agitated ,suffering hallucinations I’m also suffering from confusion division and profusion
I am just teasing the computer because I am speaking and the computer is typing and it is trying to make sense out of what I’m saying; actually it’s not doing too badly really.It seems to be doing better now than the one on my previous computer so this is meant to be funny but it’s not coming out terribly funny is it?
Anyway I was looking on Google to find the name of a man who only seen on YouTube giving a lecture about Sigmund Freud and I find the book which I believe this man had written but the actual man that I saw on YouTube was not the man that I saw previously so I am getting very puzzled .Because the man I am looking for is much older than the man that I found although he seemed a very pleasant man.
Pleasantness is not all we need in men ;we need the man to be the right man even if he is not very pleasant .In fact they are very pleasant they’re all psychoanalysts so they  are used to dealing with people with problems

The most peculiar thing I ever read was a man was having therapy and one day the therapist got a letter problem on his girlfriend saying that she was very sorry that he  had just died. Was the therapist was upset !!

He sent a very nice letter of condolence to this girlfriend but heard no more. 6 months later he got a phone call and it was this man he was not dead at all it was a trick and he wanted to come back into therapy.
Strangely this was permitted as they could use as his behaviour to try to understand him at a deeper level ;that he wanted to shock people and frighten them because it appears that the first two years of his life his father and mother had not got on and separated when he was 2 years old and  he had  been subjected to a very violent environment of course he didn’t remember it; he was what we call acting it out.

It seems very peculiar to me;how did he manage for 6 months pretending to be dead I mean where was it ?D id he go to work could you eat could you sleep question mark
I think he was a very talented man because not many of us would have the imagination to end our therapy by telling the therapist that we would do it we were dead
Maybe it gave him a feeling of privacy because psychoanalysis could seem intrusive to  patients as they have to say whatever comes into their head but that might make them feel vulnerable and they want to create a barrier between them and the psychoanalyst and say you’re dead and sending him and invite to the funeral knowing that he will  notbe able to come at that time will be a very good way of creating a barrier

So this goes to show that you should have some boundaries so you can save yourself from being intruded upon, but it is a rather extreme to pretend that you are dead. Surely any sensible human being could think of a better way of saying I do not like this  therapy and I am not going to come for 6 month besides it will save me money as well
I suppose some people would like to hibernate but it could be quite useful if we went into a coma and now you’re lying on your bed and  woke up  and it was next summer
Well I think I have tried this voice to typing and although it’s not too bad it’s that my just contained some errors the problem for the reader is to decide which are the errors and which are not errors. Thank you

She said he was in an inverted coma all last week.
Doctor, where is my semi-colon?
Are you pro nouns  in verse?
The traffic came to a full stop in St Giles.Except  for me.I rode a bicycle into a stationary policeman.So remember, don’t ignore any full stop.
Are there any question marks hanging over my head?
Jargon is language more complex than what is needed.Circumlocution is Anglo Saxon then?
She is sympathetic  to wit and tyranny.
I don’t know much about para-graphing.Is it paranormal?
What format is the best for bad writers?
Where do they keep  their eyeballs before they  roll them?
Can I see you  for a meal? You can see me raw!

By Katherine

What is the capital of France?
F.
Who is Putin?
It isn’t me.
Why is the Pope a man?
Because he has a male organ.

Why  did  the Greeks have slaves?
Because they were unable to have children

Why did Kings have concubines?
Because they were constipated

Why do we wash our clothes?
Because we have   washing machines

Why do we  like  our clothes ironed?
To please our wives who love to do it.

Why do we dust our  furniture?
Pass.

Why do we eat?
To  use our teeth.

Why do we sing hymns?
To annoy agnostics.

Why do  we sleep?
Because we have read all the books in the house.

My “boots” were not made for  the  winter snow
Names and functions split like logs of wood
My “raincoat” is no good where waters flows

The “woollen”  hat of polyester  glows
Yet in the frost  it will not warm my  head
These” boots” were not made for  real winter snow

So why do we such torment undergo?
Why have form and sense and reason fled?
A “raincoat” is no good where waters flows

Irony is hidden , we don’t  know
When will  “bed” not be a genuine bed?
These “boots” are not  boots for   our real life snow

Do I want a “coat”  that  can but show
I am right on trend though I be dead!
A “raincoat” is “ok”  but it’s not so.

As dough rises to become  our bread
We must rise and take back  our own heads
The “boots” are not made for  the winter snow
I trust my superiority will show

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44389/as-kingfishers-catch-fire

https://www.huffingtonpost.com/edward-hirsch-/10-terms-you-need-to-know_b_5153884.html

Do not warm your cold hands in this microwave
Do not put your head into this fridge.
Do not iron  these  knickers while you are wearing them
Do not iron food with this new device.
Do not lie in this  bed  to any woman,man or carnivore.
Do not iron while inebriated or high
Do not swear in front of this electric poker.
Do not use women with malice

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God is not a verb or noun
God is not a name
God is not  a colour
God is not a form
God is not a  posh white  man
God is not  a shape
God is what he says he is
As the prophets warn
God is the whole universe
We destroy and maim
God’s  more fierce than  polar bears
God cannot be tame
God may be invisible
But not  blind nor insane
God may be a fire
With ever glowing flames
God may speak in thunder
God whispers to the lame.
Where is he in humans?
How is he portrayed?
He’s not inside a mirror
His image is his name
Oh,I can’t be an atheist any more.

Sometimes when bereft I’d love a snail
Though it might wet my bed with silvery trails
Would snails be lonely living in my house?
Shall I be but fit to love one louse?

A  man whose face was smiling in repose
His eyes gleamed  with the  lustre of a gem
He never said too much  but had his woes
Carried  with a  good will,   and great aplomb

Like the lights where people cross the road
He  had a  face  that smiled in  kindness sweet
He never said too much, he hid his woes
Despite his age he  still had both his feet

Like a poem  has metre,has a beat
Like the lights where people cross the road
Signals make us sensible  when fleet
He never said  but knew how  gnosis grows

His company is kind and never awes
As a poem  has metre,has a beat
He cannot  tolerate my jangled flaws
Symbols  that insinuate deceit

He never entered College can he read?
His company is kind,no  stasis glares
Never would he  plead  for my defeat
He cannot bring his  custom  to my flaws.

And so he is an instrument quite rare.
Who will not snoop nor wander   with wide ears

Photo by Katherine

Discharge notes:

Alive but  cause unknown
A good talk cured this patient.Sent home with CD
Alive  or a good actress.
Alive despite treatment.
Alive  though  humourless
Died laughing,cause unfound.Maybe doctors’s face triggered fit
Alive after  eating  the hospital food for a week.Sent home to lower risk
Said  pain  has moved to the third  level.Sent to  the Tower by lift