My washing machine wouldn’t work
[I thought this was a  poem?]
At least not my favourite programme
[Sounds like a TV!]
Then  after 6 months you came and fixed for me
[I don’t recall that]
You said, change the spin speed
[No, I said, do you like seaweed.actually]
And now my programme is working
I am very grateful  to you
[ Deafness has advantages!]
So, would you like to come round for a meal one evening
[Do you cook food in the washing machine,then?]
Well, what do you feel?
Yeah,I’d love to.
You love me!
I suppose I must.

It’s not compulsory
No, of my own free will,I would love to eat with you
We can talk about my Will later.
Am I in it?
What did you say?
“You must begin it.”
Start with dinner.Do you eat meat?
I like Roast Beef
How wonderful.I have this recipe:Topside with green peas by Harold Wilshaw
How about blue peas?
Yes, green is redundant
Like some men feel
I know men like a feel
May I feel you?
That’s a funny way of asking
Would you enjoy it?
I have no idea but you do smell nice.
I’m in luck.I got some Homme Soap
Om soap, sounds like a mantra![ She’s a  Buddhist!
What about puddings.Do you like Ginger Mould?
It depends where the mould is
I use a white china souffle dish
No mould on that
I  make the mould in a pan.It’s like a custard and cream mixture with ginger in it and then I set it with gelatine
[Jelly beans, do you have beans in a pudding ?]
I have a huge pot of gelatine. I bought it online
Can’t you buy it in a shop?
No,people don’t make their  own jelly now.
Well, that is interesting.Is it a metaphor?
Stop talking about abstractions.I’d like to sit by you and watch TV.
Why?
Because I like you.And I like TV.I like rubbish.”Rubbish” is the in word now
You’re in luck.It’s mainly rubbish now
It’s relaxing after studying 5 dimensional geometry
Just stop studying
I never thought of that.You are so kind  to me.
I don’t see it as kindness
You think about me.
I dream about you!
You seem like Father Xmas’s younger brother
An original idea!
So Sunday 7 pm
I will be there,God willing.
Great.I  can’t wait to talk to you for longer.
Then we’ll see Leonard Cohen.
Is that because mould causes hallucinations?
Surely even LSD can’t work that fast!
Jews do fast, you know
That’s tangential.
I give in

The dead brown leaves crunch, dry beneath  the trees
Blackbirds dance and doves coo far away
There’s strong clear sun but watery pools still freeze

Nature is unchanged by  our unease
As leaders’ words lead voters minds astray
The dead brown leaves crunch, dry beneath  the trees

A few bulbs flower, as if to tease;
Pretend to us  false prophets don’t degrade
There’s strong clear sun but shadows dark  make frieze

Who has got the power to make believe?
Do the Veterans want a new Parade?
The dead brown  coffins burn beneath  the trees

What is wrong, why do I feel unease
Fearful how our leaders power degrade?
There’s strong clear sun but darkness my heart feels

When evil is admired and lies are paid
Then Satan rules .as from our hearts he’s made
The dead brown leaves   have come to their demise
There’s strong clear sunshine,  ice and fire bite  trees.

A man died in a shop doorway last night in Chelmsford. He had recently had his larynx removed as he had cancer there.What kind of country is this now?As we wait for the Arctic weather to arrive can we ask our churches and civic centres what they are doing.And what hospital turned out a man with no larynx and no home?

I tried to give my scarf to a homeless man this week.It was a cashmere one I bought for my husband.But this man would not take the scarf.Better if I give it to a Charity Shop or will one of the volunteers “buy” it? I would have been so happy if the homeless man was wearing it but it is hard for poor people to accept gifts.Maybe he thought I looked cold myself.
I am  thinking of this now.

PS If you are an artist,how can you make the eyes look as if they are looking inward at an image in the mind? I am learning how to draw faces and that is what I need for the above.
I suppose it must alter the rest of the face, the muscles etc.It takes a long time to notice and then to learn.
This week we have had some disgusting things happen around London.

Some say the young are kind and care
Some say they’re dumb
From my experiences so far
I would not want to  start war
But neither would I feel as numb
Like a zebra,tiger,beast.
Too visible, half scared to run
The pointlessness, the raw, the feast
The sugar coating on the plum
Beware,beware

I was in a coffee shop today.The service was slow and while I was waiting,surrounded by tables full of other people I suddenly began to cough.
It got worse and I felt as  if I was going to throw up, many tears ran down my face,my bladder seemed tempted to empty.Then I blew my nose and found  it was bleeding copiously.
Nobody took any notice at all!
This is England.I waved my arm and asked for water.Then, being ironical, I apologised to the people sitting near me!
Die in a coffee shop and they will prop you up till closing time.Luckily I had not wet myself,

I’ve been tamed
Well,I’ll be planned!
What’s the rock pucker got to do with me?
I use bed language.
I’ll never stalk a crone again
Study Hell.
Can women tear here?
Well,I hate the way you cook off without me.
A blithering consideration of a man
Rhesus heist.
He was too  aloof.Oh,hell.There’s  always a vexed time
Are your wits oiled?
Do you have any   stinging gasps  in your  trapology?
I don’t want a biblical orange of yew.
So you want to commit deicide? You can’t decide or spell?
Just one litter makes such a difference
She wants manual texts
Oh, Bob’s my wrinkle!
The therapist  said I’m God.Was there a comma?
A love of narcissi blighted his wife.
He said he’d be tanned.
What a tool you are.
I prefer being  schizoid.Men think I’m full of history.
I keep hearing voices,doctor.Pull that ear thing out and kiss ’em
My advice is, avoid slaying women too much
Her daughter is untaught.Oh,her.
Lost your tongue? Buy one,get one free.
What’s a mailed dart?
I use my heart  daily.
Are you him?
Who’s she, the cat’s other?
Why do women dare? I love ten

https://freethoughtblogs.com/reprobate/2018/02/22/steven-pinker-historian/

“To return to the general point, contra Pinker, many Enlightenment figures were not interested in undermining traditional religious ideas – God, the immortal soul, morality, the compatibility of faith and reason – but rather in providing them with a more secure foundation. Few would recognise his tendentious alignment of science with reason, his prioritization of scientific over all other forms of knowledge, and his positing of an opposition between science and religion.”

My own drawing with Pixlr
Lady Chatterley ,yuck!
Post-modernism is quite
Structuralism , my lap!
Looking hell,what a twit!
Foucault again.
Derrida is luck
You are a nasturtium.
Fancy that!
Lacan can.
Oh,Ford!
Goody,hell.
Oh,God.Hell.
Ram it,I made a mistake in my calciferations.
You are so not, I can’t bare it.
Jeepers Creepers ,leopards peepers
Why go to purgatory when you can row to hell free?
What  fine wits people have in Oxford.
Russia sends measles to Europe,I’ll be canned!
She had a pierced sailor and ears.
Trump is  a bat.
Pakistan ain’t cricket
Israel, a ram’s final destination
Jordan Heaven.
I taught an Eruption.
Sines and murmurs
Oh,God, the home help.Amen
It’s the wrong jar to mess a bounder in
Wood Sight, blue mither schtucker
Pack off the Troubles.
I don’t want your baby. Put it off.

After waves rise high they  have to fall
Lashed by western winds.Atlantic gales
Fisherwomen in their Arran shawls
Waited while the surf and shingle brawled
Waiting for the boats,did their hearts fail
Until at last they saw the  herring fleet?
Did their courage ever sink at all
As on the sands the monstrous seas did beat?
Many drowned and   widow women paled
Sad hearts were mauled.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/145775/without-a-compass?utm_source=Poetry+Foundation&utm_campaign=5ac9e76cb7-POFO_Newsletter_FEB_23&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_ff7136981c-5ac9e76cb7-185545637

Photo by Martin Bentsen.

http://www.openculture.com/2018/02/leo-tolstoy-makes-a-list-of-the-50-books-that-influenced-him-most-1891.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+OpenCulture+%28Open+Culture%29

Open culture offers a  lot of free courses and books.It is well worth visiting it

Radio plays Bach
We wait for snow to fall
I like the winter

The fire is hot
I look at  Oldie cartoons
I am smiling now

Humour is the best
I can’t tell jokes very well
But I am learning.

A very old man
Gave me his seat on the bus
I must look fragile.

My hair is too short
I look like a prisoner
My man liked it long

I don’t like my hair
But I can’t see it myself
I have no mirror

Why think about that
When the world is so cruel?
I am not perfect!

When  the  so called “good” fall into  sin
And contemplate the idiot shades of grey
What is there to lose and what to win
When   past belief is thrown into the bin;
When there is no clear cut path or way
So painfully we wonder where to go?
How   endure the skinless feel of  day
As long the seconds stretch and love goes slow?
Is silence best, as what words could one say?
Who could begin?