There are no hours and minutes in a day Whatever Nokia Lumias might display Babylonian clocktowers hover; Cracked a wall , now built in Dover, There are sixty cuckoos to gainsay.
Day and night, or hey, what black and white People range in hues of fruits delight I like olive and Greenpeacers Wearing hats from crowns off steeples Day and night,oh shall we take a flight?
I see the Berlin Wall is coming back Mexico has ordered ten sick plaques Trump has promised work forever: Dangerous walls from Hell to Dover Even God has been electro-shocked
No ,these demons cannot get across They’re stuck in an inferno; what is worse………. God now can’t be omnipresent. He has high walls around Grace Crescent. Holy Moses,who can take this flak?
If you miss yer dinner,don’t it hurt? Same as if yer finger gets a cut Refugees with their feet bleeding– Christ,we’re underwhelmed in feelings Get a barbed wire fence, and kick them back.
The Lord’s THEIR shepherd, so we’re gonna pay. He watches US like NEVER from today We’re ex-colonial criminals We’re Self-esteem Unlimited. Now the Devil’s comin’ out as grey.
Oh,someone jumped the Central Line today Could not take this life so full of play Oxford Street was blocked by walls Of vehicles sent to the Call. What is my vocation,what my Play
Academic and psychotherapist. Refugee from Holland when it was invaded by the Nazis.
As a child she had been a refugee, and in 1999 she founded the Refugee Therapy Centre in London, with Aida Alayarian and others. There they established a course to enable refugees to become counsellors, in line with Josephine’s conception that therapists and counsellors should share language, culture and experience with their patients and help them better to contribute to society.
Born in Düsseldorf, Germany, Josephine was the daughter of Simon Klein, a salesman, and his Dutch wife Marie (nee Norden). The family were of Jewish origin but largely secular. They were living in Amsterdam at the time of the Nazi invasion in May 1940, and fled shortly afterwards, in an open boat. After six days at sea with little fresh water, they were picked up by the Royal Navy destroyer HMS Malcolm, and Josephine never forgot the warmth of the captain and crew. Many of her relatives who did not flee, did not survive.https://f87183ff05e2a4bafd6963d396c3a84f.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-40/html/container.html?n=0
The family moved to Chester in the hope of travelling to the US by ship from Liverpool, but were unable to do so. Josephine did well at the Queen’s school, Chester, which, together with some local people, provided the support necessary for her to go to university. In four years, she gained two degrees, simultaneously, a BA in French at University College London and a first in sociology at LSE.
After her period in youth work, Josephine was a lecturer in social studies at Birmingham University (1949-62), then had three years as a research fellow at Nuffield College, Oxford, and went on to Sussex University, as reader in social relations (1965-70). For the next four years she was director of the course at Goldsmiths’, and then undertook 30 years’ private practice as a psychotherapist. Even after that she continued to supervise trainee psychotherapists.
Friends and colleagues valued her wisdom and warmth on walks and at concerts, sharing highs and lows in other people’s lives and helping them overcome adversity.
She is survived bytwonieces and a nephew.
• Josephine Faniella Henny Klein, psychologist and psychotherapist, born 17 October 1926; died 13 November 2018
You might think you would
Recognise the important moments
Of your life,that you made choices
That determined your future as well
As your present.You never imagined
One unprotected scarcely thought about
Sexual act could determine the course
Of your entire life.That one small,to you,
Act of unfaithfullness would precipitate
Divorce,death,agony for ever.
That smiling at someone on a stairway
Could make them fall into unrequited
Love.Surely these moments should have labels,
Capital letters,trumpets blaring.
It’s like undoing just one stitch in a seam
Will make the entire garment fall apart.
Other people’s suicide,accident.love
Hit you like bricks.And you fall down
Like a bombed house in Dresden
Full of refugees.Those you meant to care for,
Who are now long past redemption.
And which moment it is will be quite indeterminate
Until it happens and life is changed for ever.
The river sweeps on,but on a new bed.
Was it meant to be like this?
Someone stole my bike and then I met
My husband.I went out with a lover
And met another on the corner,
Alloa,Alloa,that’s Swedish!
Alloa,Alloa,this is it.Alloa.Remember
Mary woke up feeling gloomy and tired.She drank her tea which Stan used to bring her.It’s a real nuisance for a woman having to make her own tea in the morning I am fed up, she told Emile.I miss my bicycle but it’s too dangerous now.And walking hurts. Sitting by her bed she viewed all the clothes she had recently washed and dried which were manifold.What to do with them.Well,Mary thought ,with our ideas we have to categorise them and so I will apply the same principle here. She divided her clothes into groups.Then into subgroups. Why, it’s a science she thought.Then she folded her underwear neatly just the way it came in the packs from M and S the famous Jewish, British and EU department store. She put all the odd socks into a clear polythene bag and put the remaining ones onto a shelf in her white wooden wardrobe.She admired her teal coloured tights which Stan had loved and put them with the black ones she wore most often in winter Suddenly she heard a dog bark.What’s that? she shouted in alarm Emile giggled. I did it.he said, you were not listening to me.So I barked. I am sure God will not like that.What did you want? It’s time for coffee, he announced. Alright, Mary said.I’ll leave these polo necks till later.They want downstairs into the teal and cream coloured kitchen/breakfast room and Mary filled the kettle and took her Nokia off the charger. It seems to run down too fast, she thought.Even when I never used it.I only got it for emergencies and £5 a month from BT seems a good offer.But like many of her gadgets she really bought them to see how they worked; as she had a good sense of direction; she did not really use the maps. She picked up the post.There was the dreaded bank statement and Credit Card Bill. from M and S Hello,Barclays here. Hello,I have not had a statement from you lately. You never use the card. That’s true, said Mary, I forget to buy anything.I forget I am a woman In her purse she found a cheque for £60 from the Inland Revenue. Look Emile.I’ll buy you a new basket.And some cat toys. Thanks purred Emile.You are so sweet,mother. I’m not your mother, Mary informed him wildly Well, you are like a mother, kind and gentle… most of the time. You little flattery battery, she giggled. Looking at the bank statement she was relieved not to be over-drawn.Stan had expensive tastes and she always bought him too many clothes, the best food and other delightful things.He was not greedy, she had enjoyed spoiling him and so did he! Well,two horrible jobs done she thought and her mood rose as she realised things were better than she had hoped. Even finding the cheque was out of date did not worry her.She phoned the Tax Office who said they’d send another one. We all know how nice it is to get a little money we didn’t expect. She went upstairs and decided to change her outfit.She took off her comfy old jeans and put on a black needlecord dress with blue and green flowers all over with a pair of smart black shoes. Why are you all dressed up,asked Emile. To give pleasure to the human race, she murmured as she put on her red wool winter coat. I am going out to take some photos she said.The magnolias are out and the bluebells. Which camera shall I take,she pondered.. I’ll take this Nikon one, she decided; Because I like the name. Is that a good way to choose a camera, asked Emile. Well, what do you suggest? Well many are called cameras but few are chosen , the naughty cat replied. I know I have several she said.People give me their old ones and as I am ignorant they all seem ok to me.They are my toys. And how about that new wok and the ceramic milk pan? I’ve been taking notes, Emile wittered on Are you going to be a detective, Mary laughed. Can’t a woman buy a new pan?I keep burning the non-stick ones so I decided to try ceramic. I hope you don’t stir fry my cat food, Emile chortled. No, I have not yet got a wok cookery guide. But you have got an electric egg boiler, which surprised me, he miaowed. It’s because it switches itself off, she told him.I get engrossed in my study of enjambent and forget the time. Thinking is bad for you,Emile told her. And so say all of us. Thinking is bad for the brain I’ll never do it again. I’ll be a girl again Ignore all fine, handsome men. I’ll got out and play in the rain
Your son is in the infirmary, he was knocked from his bicycle by a large wall that fell down as he was passing.
Every hair on my head stood up like a bristle
Next we were at the Royal infirmary
Mam runs in and sees my brother; she starts hitting him
That’s all I remember but it was lucky in a way because the people responsible gave him a new bicycle
No one in our family ever had a new bicycle even myself when I was teaching at the university I had a second hand bicycle.
Was I waiting for a wall to fall on me? Well it’s too late now because I can’t see but I can’t stand up easily but if someone lifted me I could ride a bicycle.
There was some law that we couldn’t have anything even when we needed it and we stuck to this law most of our lives but never worked out why.
There are no hours and minutes in a day Whatever Nokia Lumias might display Babylonian clocktowers hover; Cracked a wall , now built in Dover, There are sixty cuckoos to gainsay.
Day and night, or hey, what black and white People range in hues of fruits delight I like olive and Greenpeacers Wearing hats from crowns off steeples Day and night,oh shall we take a flight?
I see the Berlin Wall is coming back Mexico has ordered ten sick plaques Trump has promised work forever: Dangerous walls from Hell to Dover Even God has been electro-shocked
No ,these demons cannot get across They’re stuck in an inferno; what is worse………. God now can’t be omnipresent. He has high walls around Grace Crescent. Holy Moses,who can take this flak?
If you miss yer dinner,don’t it hurt? Same as if yer finger gets a cut Refugees with their feet bleeding– Christ,we’re underwhelmed in feelings Get a barbed wire fence, and kick them back.
The Lord’s THEIR shepherd, so we’re gonna pay. He watches US like NEVER from today We’re ex-colonial looters We’re Self-esteem Unlimited. Now the Devil’s comin’ out as grey.
Oh,someone jumped the Central Line today Could not take this life so full of play Oxford Street was blocked by walls Of vehicles sent to the last Call. What is my vocation,what my Play?
She gave him a potential smile. Thar meant if he behaved himself he would get a real smile later in the day. Unfortunately he did not know how to behave himself after 30 years with her but surely one day the marriage will be consummated.
When Mary got home after her Autumn shopping trip. she went into the kitchen where her cat was waiting anxiously What have you bought,Mother, Emile miaowed I got some black patent Mary Janes in Clark’s Sale You had some like that before.You said they were tight Mary put the kettle on.It was copper coloured and cordless Are we having our coffee now, the cat enquired? Yes, but also I have read about a trick with tight shoes.Watch this.She laid the shoes on newspaper and poured boiling water into them Oh,mother, that seems. cruel;5 he phoned 999 Hello, my mother has poured boiling water into her shoes Why? Is it to wash her feet? No, but I am worried the shoes might be hurt. We’ll send the ambulance immediately Meanwhile Mary had emptied out the boiling water.She took off her socks and put the new shoes on. There , you see.They will fit now The doorbell rang.Two policemen ran in. We hear you are causing suffering to your shoes Is that illegal ,Mary murmured? Almost.When Boris lets Parliament begin we believe hurting leather shoes will become a crime Is it because we are in the EU? No, it’s only we British people who care about the pain of objects made from dead animals.So as soon as we Leave Boris will pass a new law Is he a dictator,Emile miaowed? We can’t answer that,Sir.You speak good English but where are you really from? What is your first language? Are you implying I am an illegal immigrant? That I swam in up the Humber or swam with seals off North Norfolk before coming to Weybourne a well known way for Conquerers to enter England? I am not Julius Caesar and he landed near Deal.There is a big plaque there.Not put there by him! Yes, are you from the Ukraine or anywhere in Eastern YouRup? Are they like YouTube? Don’t mess with us.We can arrest you.We are the Police and soon we’ll have our own State! But you have no paw-cuffs. have you? We can use string, the policeman said creatively That sounds much more cruel then putting hot water into my shoes,Mary said politely but with a certain edge to her voice. The policeman looked foolish.Yes,madam. And cats can’t have passports, as yet.They go to a Cattery on the North Yorkshire Moors for their holidays.Some go to Cornwall. Am I going, asked Emile? I don’t want to go all by myself. No,I am renting a cottage in Hunstanton where pets are allowed.And the sands are white and the cliffs coloured in three layers Thank you, replied Emile.I am happy to hear that.Can I have a bathing suit,Mother?Are there rock pools? Ask LP Hartley
Suddenly Annie ran in. Why is there a police car outside. she yelled anxiously? Your shoes look very wet,Mary.Is it flooded in here?You should be more careful That is no crime. Not yet.You never know these days. They both began to laugh and squawk and so frightened the police who ran out and drove away at 90mph And so will all of us if this carries on
The world of physics is essentially the real world construed by mathematical abstractions, and the world of sense is the real world construed by the abstractions which the sense-organs immediately furnish. To suppose that the “material mode” is a primitive and groping attempt at physical conception is a fatal error in epistemology.
Susanne K. Langer, Philosophy in a New Key: A Study in the Symbolism of Reason,
In the bitter depths of winter night Boil the kettle, lose your human rights If you feel depressed then eat our bread It will remove the skull from off your head
Are you feeling lonesome in the crowd? Buy our lipstick then men will be cowed Did you think ceramic hobs were best? Come to us and have your IQ blessed
I want a pan for halogen hot plates I’d ask the cat but it’s out on a date I need to boil my head and clean my feet I guess that I ain’t smelling very sweet
Does Confession really help the damned? God have mercy as the Devil can’t
Oh dear I’m feeling unwell Mary said to her friend Annie as they drank coffee after breakfast.
It’s January when everybody begins to feel unwell even before they catch flu
Annie I don’t know why you make wild generalisations like that.
You are taking it too seriously. When I look at my bank statement ot my credit card bill and look out of the window to see the heavy pouring rain I could say I feel slightly ill but in a metaphorical sense.
My goodness Annie whatever has happened to you? You sound very intelligent Have you been taking an open university course without telling me!?
Yes I’ve been taking great books of Russia and I really like Tolstoy very much.
You sound like a different person completely almost as if you were turning into me!
I hope not because I don’t like your dress sense nor your lack of makeup and perfume. And don’t think that you can turn into me just by wearing makeup because it took me a lifetime to become who I am.
Well I’ve been reading about projection the psychological type of projection and something that you don’t like in yourself you can project it into your friend and then you see it in her and she gets blamed for it all gets criticized for it and you feel totally innocent and wonderful
Blimey if we are both going to be very intelligent and literate it’s going to sound like something off that Melvyn Bragg programme In our time.
That’s an exaggeration.
Well Mary are you going to call the doctor?
Why would I want to call the doctor?
You said you were feeling ill.
I do feel ill with I’m not sure why I don’t have a cough or a cold I have no pain in my chest but i seem to be going to the toilet a lot . It might be the coffee.
No I don’t think that’s the coffee I think you’ve got one of your infections. You keep crying and you see a little bit confused about your appointments it’s in your brain rmmm. How can an infection in the bladder be in the brain?
Oh it’s all to do with inflammation . Mary was amazed at her friend’s observations
Honey are you sure that you are Annie?
Of course I am Annie why ask the cat he will tell you.
Emile looked at them with one eye open and one closed
Yes it is Annie alright
She is not any more intelligent it’s just that you are more stupid then you used to be..
Emile you are a very wicked cat why have you got no tact and courtesy?
Well you have often told me Mary that in an academic discussion it’s only truth that matters.
Well you sound like the Pope to me. But ut you’re not infallible
Now even the cat sounds more intelligent
What is the secret to this increase in the IQ and the general intelligence of everybody in the room?
Even when Mary is ill she is still very intelligent but not as much as she would be when she was well because without energy the brain cannot work abd the heart cannot work to feel the feelings that we need to combine with our thoughts before we can come to a conclusion about anything
Yes as someone once said
Energy is eternal delight
I think it was a poet William Blake who uttered this beautiful sentence many years ago but it is still true today.
I am doing research into which place people watch TV, the young man at the door told Mary I rarely watch TV, Mary informed him politely First please tell me your name and ethnic group .he asked her.We must follow the rules ,if not the rulers. he muttered My name is Danish so I am a Viking, she told him proudly OK, that makes you English, he said deftly filling his form You might as well say that the Romans’ descendents are English, she said in her mellifluous voice After 2,000 years I think they qualify, he joked Some were black I don’t care if they are purple, he said courteously.At some point those born here are English. What we mean is that there is no such thing as being English,Mary said academically So true, the poor man John whispered.I am a Celt.Not a cult. You seem a very nice lady.Would you like to go to McDonald’s with me? We could carry on chatting Do you mean come? Come or go, give me an answer.do I know it’s not where you usually go but I don’t earn much. Yes,I’ll meet you at the bus stop at 5 pm, she answered.I don’t have a car Neither do I, said John. I like this bus.The people on it are really friendly Mary shut the door and wondered what to wear Annie appeared and tapped on her window with hermanicured hands You are just who I need,Mary cried with joy. She explained her problem and her date I think jeans and a nice anorak with a scarf that makes you look grotesque Will John like that? It’s the fashion,Annie said pertly.I am amazed you are going out with that man.You don’t know who he is.He might be a murderer. I doubt if a psychopath would take me for a burger… more likely a posh restaurant Good point, said Annie brightly Let’s look at my scarves,Mary said.How about this zebra print? I like this blue one with books printed on it,said Annie I could wear both of them!~ You could start a trend, her dear neighbour told her Meanwhile Emile was having a panic attack in the kitchen Don’t panic,Emile said Mary.We can’t linger in McDonalds The seats are small and close together Tell me, which scarf do you prefer? I like that one with cat’s eyes on it.Wear that and he will know you have a protector. Honestly, it’s too much bother to decide.If only women had fur like cats,Mary said What about shoes? called Annie I’ll wear the green trainers and red socks You will be a sight for sore eyes if you add some makeup On hearing this, Mary screamed hysterically. I think I’ll stay at home
Samuel Taylor Coleridge is the premier poet-critic of modern English tradition, distinguished for the scope and influence of his thinking about literature as much as for his innovative verse. Active in the wake of the French Revolution as a dissenting pamphleteer and lay preacher, he inspired a brilliant generation of writers and attracted the patronage of progressive men of the rising middle class. As William Wordsworth’s collaborator and constant companion in the formative period of their careers as poets, Coleridge participated in the sea change in English verse associated with Lyrical Ballads (1798). His poems of this period, speculative, meditative, and strangely oracular, put off early readers but survived the doubts of Wordsworth and Robert Southey to become recognized classics of the romantic idiom.
Coleridge renounced poetic vocation in his thirtieth year and set out to define and defend the art as a practicing critic.
the volume were composed in Stuart England but published after the onset of the English Civil War. Furthermore, Milton may have begun to compose one or more of his mature works—Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained, and Samson Agonistes—in the 1640s, but they were completed and revised much later and not published until after the Restoration.
This literary genius whose fame and influence are second to none, and on whose life and works more commentary is written than on any author except Shakespeare, was born at 6:30 in the morning on 9 December 1608. His parents were John Milton , Sr., and Sara Jeffrey Milton , and the place of birth was the family home, marked with the sign of the spread eagle, on Bread Street, London. Three days later, at the parish church of All Hallows, also on Bread Street, he was baptized into the Protestant faith of the Church of England. Other children of John and Sara who survived infancy included Anne, their oldest child, and Christopher, seven years younger than John. At least three others died shortly after birth, in infancy or in early childhood. Edward Phillips, Anne’s son by her first husband, was tutored by Milton and later wrote a biography of his renowned uncle, which was published in Milton’s Letters of State (1694). Christopher, in contrast to his older brother on all counts, became a Roman Catholic, a Royalist, and a lawyer.
Milton’s father was born in 1562 in Oxfordshire; his father, Richard, was a Catholic who decried the Reformation. When John Milton, Sr., expressed sympathy for what his father viewed as Protestant heresy, their disagreements resulted in the son’s disinheritance. He left home and traveled to London, where he became a scrivener and a professional composer responsible for more than twenty musical pieces. As a scrivener he performed services comparable to a present-day attorney’s assistant, law stationer, and notary. Among the documents that a scrivener executed were wills, leases, deeds, and marriage agreements. Through such endeavors and by his practice of money lending, the elder Milton accumulated a handsome estate, which enabled him to provide a splendid formal education for his son John and to maintain him during several years of private study. In “Ad Patrem” (To His Father), a Latin poem composed probably in 1637-1638, Milton celebrated his “revered father.” He compares his father’s talent at musical composition, harmonizing sounds to numbers and modulating the voices of singers, to his own dedication to the muses and to his developing artistry as a poet. The father’s “generosities” and “kindnesses” enabled the young man to study Greek, Latin, Hebrew, French, and Italian.”
Little is known of Sara Jeffrey, but in Pro Propulo Anglicano Defensio Secunda (The Second Defense of the People of England, 1654) Milton refers to the “esteem” in which his mother was held and to her reputation for almsgiving in their neighborhood. John Aubrey, in biographical notes made in 1681
Happiness is compulsory at this time Xmas parties,alcohol and drugs Inebriated,I can never rhyme I sit and watch the mating of the slugs
But surely nothing mates in winter cold For slugs don’t own a coat like humans do Perhaps ,despite appearance, they are bold Need no injections to prevent the flu.
On balance would you rather be a slug That lives a life of freedom in the grass Or do you live because you write and blog And in the evening play a double bass.?
A slug can’t sing a song nor speak kind words This idea is foolish and absurd.
Mary went to the hospital to see the rheumatologist
The entire hospital had been re-built and half the site was full of so called “Executive Homes”
Mary and Annie took a cab as it was raining hard.Although Mary was wearing her new green raincoat, she did not like to get it wet. .
Where did you buy your mac,Annie enquired jauntily? Cotton Traders,.
Mary admitted nervously.
It looked lighter than it is and Stan liked me in green You already have two trenchoats and a nylon mac,Annie told her.
And Stan is no longer here What’s it to you?Do you want me to give all my money to the poor?
Well, some of it,Annie responded anxiously.
You need to pay your utilities. My utilities!That sounds like something sexual that cannot be openly named,Mary cried You are confusing it with urethra, Annie laughed What is my ethra? whispered Mary No, the urethra is a little tube for the bladder to empty itself through Isn’t the human body amazing? Mary acknowledged using a cliche for better effect Definitely, said Annie and I love wearing beautiful clothes like velvet Where do we draw the line though, between looking good and giving money to the poor, tortured or victimised,Mary pondered
It is hard now because we can see what the rich have and we want it.Annie shouted calmly
Or in your case you can see all those philosophy books on Amazon and buy them with one click she continued. Mary could see in her mind’s eye her living room piled high with books but if she were rich like Michael Frayn she could have a huge house full of shelves and desks. Adam Phillips,’ room looked more full than Mary’s and he must want it like that
In the waiting room Mary looked at Wittgenstein’s biography by Ray Monk on her kindle while Annie read The Sun. Soon Mary was called in
Hello, said Doctor Morse.
How are you?
In the pink , she cried shyly.
I don’t understand that, he said in his kindly way It’s an old English saying.It means I feel fine, but I don’t really that’s why I am here He looked at her left hand. and said there was no cartilege between the the thumb and wrist.
Where has it gone,Mary asked but he remained silent Then he said,I think steroid injections will help.Would you turn your chair round by 180 degrees so you can put your arm on my desk? Mary turned round and felt a bit dizzy It’s hard getting older isn’t it, the doctor said in a tone rather artificially kind like a bad actor on stage and afraid of forgetting his lines or forgetting whether he was in King Lear or a Comedy Mary burst out laughing to her surprise. .You are a weird person, the consultant told her thoughtfully with his glowing eyes shining like the sun over Lake Windermere in a heatwave by
Well, we can’t all be exactly the same ,she told him foolishly Then she had to turn her chair round again. despite her poor hands
Why don’t you have swivelling chairs ,she asked pointedly They won’t give me enough money, the doctor said even though I am a Consultant and I have published lots of papers Can’t you buy a second hand chair? Mary wondered politely No, it has to pass Health and Safety,Dr Morse whispered cautiously yet angrily.
I see.
Well don’t blame it all on the EU. I love the EU, he told her.I hope Brexit fails Me too she croaked sweetly They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes until his next patient arrived I will see you in September, he told her optimistically his smile making her giggle inside so her body shivered with suppressed laughter not fear Miaow, cried Emile from Mary’s designer handbag What in G-d’s name is that, the doctor asked nervously Don’t worry, doctor.I forgot to leave Emile in the Waiting Room Emile stuck out his head and smiled at Dr Morse Good morning, he said graciously.Is Dave the paramedic here? No, they are not here they have their own Ambulance Station down the road Emile began to sob as he liked to get his own way by any means possible.Why, he was almost human Mary apologised as she shook hands with the doctor. Thank you for helping me, she murmured.I feel better already And so say all of us
How my heart speaks 