Author: Katherine

Poetry writer and author

Mary tidies up

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Mary was in her bedroom which once had been a study.There were books every where all randomly arranged
Shall I toss away “Functional Analysis “by Riesz-Nagy?I can’t remember it but it’s a classic text.She looked at her other books and found three rhyming dictionaries…. and Strunk’s guide to style.
Is American style the same as English ? she asked herself.I’d better read that.
When she opened her desk drawers hoping to find a ring she had lost she was thunderstruck by how dirty the white bases were.She sat there on her folding chair musing on this and wondering about Purity and Danger by Mary Douglas.
A whole jar of nail scissors and pens stood ,previously unnoticed, by the window.So that’s where they went,Mary thought.Things seem to appear and disappear disconcertingly at random.Perhaps she had never achieved what is called object constancy by Freudians which must not be confused with objecting to constancy.That is something quite different. that some men like to do
Mary had some clear polythene bags by her and Emile watched as he hid inside the open wardrobe under Mary’s dresses and cardigans.She found some shoes under her desk so put then into a green bag; the socks she collected in a white one and the pens and art stuff went into a box.
What chaos there was in the room with face cream and books on the bed and boxes of tissues and cotton wool balls strewn about.
Emile came out of the wardrobe stretching and yawning as only tom cats cam
Shall I ring 999 , you look tired, he said mellifluously.
Oh,how kind, she responded politely in her delightful way
Soon Dave the transvestite paramedic appeared wearing a maxidress from Marks and Spencers’
Does that need ironing,~Mary asked him
No, it drip dries really well, he answered gracefully
I wonder if I should buy one,she muttered cautiously
If you go to your GP you might find you can get one on prescription
Do you think so? I’ve never heard of that before,she responded
Well, you could say it will cure your depression and grief from losing your dear old man
He will say that no double blind experiments have been done to prove dresses help women to feel better. when bereaved she told Dave cautiously
How about a double bind operation,Dave asked scientifically
What do you mean? Mary said philosophically
We tie ourselves together with string and then kiss and hug and see how it goes… one never knows when old
Well I don’t see why we need string.Someone might think we are a parcel and post us to China or even North Korea.
How about Israel?
Why do you think we’d end up there?
They have some great museums.And we could Wail at the Wall.
I could do with a good Wail,Mary replied as tears ran down her pink and cream cheeks.But I am unsure if one wails there out of grief or is it something more? Like sorrow about the Temple being destroyed.Why do they not get over it?
Well it’s rather like England and the Tudors… all those films and books as if Henry 8 th deserved such fame for ever
I’d prefer the Temple to him, said Mary fastidiously.That was a place of worship and beauty
I’d love to see the Temple.If only we could go back in time,Dave informed her.But the main point is Mary I love you so I must leave your bedroom before I die of repressed desire and lack of your tender touch
I am sorry Dave,I never knew you felt that way about me,Mary told him .Perhaps we should go to the kitchen and make some nice hot tea.And I just bought some biscuits from Marks and Spencers which are much better than any others I’ve had
So they sat at the pine table drinking Ceylon tea and eating custard creams as they watched the sun through the Acer next door.Why the neighbours had a laptop hanging from a tree nobody knew.Was it to make themselves seem superior?Was it going to be connected to the electricity so it would be like a Xmas decoration?Time will tell.Or it may fall off and kill some slugs and snails… isn’t life interesting

I remember playing with your face

I remember playing with your face

Standing on your knee I saw you smile

With my childish fingers I would trace

Laughter lines and lips and how you smiled

I put my little hands on either side

And pushed your mouth together small and wide.

Then I laughed with joy that’l still abides

In the memory of our morning lives

Your eyes were blue and smiling like the sky

I loved to see you happy, see your joy

All to soon the Shadows would come by

And take away my dad your loving boy.

Yet in these little memories I can rest

Knowing my beginning was the best

Squiggle – Definition, Meaning & Synonyms | Vocabulary.com

https://www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/squiggle#:~:text=Squiggle%20originated%20in%20the%20early,derived%20from%20wriggle%20and%20squirm.

So it comes from combining wriggle and squirm and I think it’s a very beautiful word

Squiggle

Do we matter as individuals?

There is a paradox about individual life. That someone can die but everything goes on the same. So it seems an individual life is not important and yet if we said this of every individual we would be finding that nothing is important. So the paradox is that we are very important and at the same time we are not important

When we lose someone we love we suffer the agony of pain and grief and we know that our world has changed dramatically and can never be the same again and yet for most of the people in the world this is not true it doesn’t matter to them.

Anyway that’s fortunate because if we had to grieve for every human being who died we would never stop grieving for a moment.

We ourselves matter to some other people but also because we are part of the human race and if nobody matters then life would be meaningless

But we only grieve deeply for those we know and yet with a modern news media we learn about the terrible suffering going on in other parts of the world and it seems that we can also grieve for those people who died today the same day that my sister died.

And  death is necessary. Like leaves fall from the tree and become part of the soil eventually from which new trees will grow or flowers.

If only we did not have blood:if only we could fall like a flower and gently become dust but we have not green sap but we have red blood and when we are wounded  we bleed. And it’s a terrible thing to see

And a lot of blood is being shed today all over the world in places where it just not seen necessary.

The reasons for allowing other people to be killed don’t seem good enough. What reason could be good enough?

Well, we might have thought it was a good idea if someone had killed Hitler in 1933 or at any time during his  reign of Terror

But even then there would have been arguments about whether a human being could take such a decision and about another person

Taking even one life is a very serious event.

That’s why we pretend that certain groups of people are not really human so it could racially based for it could be that certain children born with certain defects will be better off dead. It wasn’t just the Nazis thought that.

Well we saw the horrors of their path.

Everyone is of value.

That’s why it’s wrong to treat the poor and the disabled with cruelty.

In Victorian times they said that the children in the working class didn’t feel the cold that’s why they didn’t wear shoes because they didn’t feel the cold.

The fact that their parents couldn’t afford shoes for them was ignored. This is of course the defense mechanism of denial.

We all use these defences at times. Especially when it serves our interest so the wealthy could enjoy their wealth because the poor don’t need shoes, a good dinner, decent housing.

Just like animals have been treated a lot of the time but animals are not human beings and it’s far worse to treat human beings that way

Unfortunately it seems that the people in power don’t have this mentality on the whole. They want to become rich and they want their friends to become rich and if there’s a few pennies left after that then give it to the disabled as long as you’re absolutely sure that they are really disabled and not just faking it

Contemporary Psychoanalytic Musings: Yes to aggression

http://tbips.blogspot.com/2013/10/yes-to-aggression.html

For Winnicott, aggression is the infant’s natural exuberance and assertion, its motor activity, a ruthlessness without the intention of destruction, and it fuels creativity and the self’s coming into being (becoming alive, having a sense of self).  Aggressiveness, as such, is part of who the infant is

Annie and Mary and the New year Resolutions

Mary was admiring the rowan tree outside her window when she saw Annie running down the street

Well Annie I didn’t know that you could still run so fast:why are you here in such a breathless state?

Oh it’s my New Year resolution: don’t you know that running is very good for you?

Wlell in theory that might be true but when you’re over 80 is it a good time to start?

I have no choice because I didn’t start when I was younger and time doesn’t go backwards.

Would you like some breakfast?  I have some very nice bread here from the bakery and some lovely honey from Devon.

They at down at the kitchen table.

Where did you get your running shoes from, Mary asked her friend?

Oh I think they belonged to my husband. They were in the wardrobe and as I like the colour blue I thought what’s the point of buying new ones?

Well,stone the crows I am amazed you never needed an excuse to buy new shoes before even though you have 78 pairs already.

How do you know tl I have got 78 ,,?

Well I like the number 78 because it’s divisible by 13. So I counted your shoes  to see if they would fit the pattern as I have got 65 pears.

And did Stan have 52 pairs ?

Of course not he was a man: men don’t have so many shoes. It dates back to when shoes had to be polished. No man would like to polish 52 pairs of shoes nor come to that would have liked to polish 13 If you have 13 pairs of shoes that will be one pair each for the 12 disciples of Jesus and Jesus himself at the Last Supper although if there were any folk serving the food there would not be enough for them. Why am I saying all these ridiculous things?

And any way how does being divisible by 13 help you or the world or in particular Sir Keir Starmer?

It’s hard to explain it but it just pleases me somehow maybe it’s a distraction from reality.

What is reality anyway Annie asked her rudely

Why it’s just like being back at Oxford with iris Murdoch as our tutor

You seem to forget that I did not go to Oxford; well I have been to the station of course but I never was matriculated there nor anywhere else for that matter. I did go into Marks and Spencer’s  there though

Well you’re in good company because 99.99% of the world did not matriculate at Oxford. Most of them don’t even speak English and would not know what matriculation means. But they would all love to go into Marks and Spencers

Words are very interesting because sometimes we read words that we’ve never heard anyone say and we are likely to misspeak

Well I don’t know what anything  means, to be honest.

Do you put a comma after means; it’s because if you don’t it’s a completely different sentence?

I see that you don’t know what it means to be honest  Is that what you’re trying to tell me?

As long as you don’t use the term fake news I will be quite content with whatever you say whether or not I’ve ever heard the words before.

Give me some examples please

Mishap and awry

You have to see them written down and imagine you’ve never seen them before nor have you heard anyone say them and then you realize the problem unless you are very stupid in which case you won’t know if and your life will go on like a wide river flowing down slowly and gently into the sea with no great waves to drown any animals or people who are not being careful

Now I feel sleepy I wonder if I am awake or asleep. Am I really writing the story or am I just imagining it

How could I know?

How would you know that you know or  that you knew,?

Do you know something Annie I think I’ll get married again because when you’re married to a man you don’t have conversations like this do you?

You are so right Mary.

I am so sorry that I am not a man. Evening by try to pretend to be a man I don’t think now my mind would change sufficiently to please you by a totally different kind of conversations not to mention other things that men and women might get up to in private.

Well I think it’s getting a bit late now so why don’t we stop here and then tomorrow we will make a new start

Can we make some new year resolutions ?

Well we can but we should think very carefully first and then we should think even more carefully afterwards.

Oh this is getting on my nerves why do we have to keep thinking all the time?

Do cats think;do eagle think?

Isn’t it wonderful that there are so many questions that don’t have any answers in the system in which we are enmeshed?

Now just stop that We’ve already had one Wittgenstein. I’m not sure if the world can take another one.

The best thing I’m going to do tomorrow is making a cake from a very old recipe that was handed down to me from my grandmother. And it’s got lots of ground almonds in it which are very nutritious as well as being delicious

That’s the best idea you’ve had tonight

My New Year resolution is to start to make cakes again at home and then to invite our friends around on Sunday afternoon to eat them

Well what else could they do with them?

And so say all of us

We have loved 100 years

Made from a photograph of a bleeding insect bite

The widowed man and I near drowned in tears

When meeting by the bus stop down the road

Missing those who loved us all these years

And loss  makes us more vulnerable to fear

The face shows each one’s horror like a code

The widowed man and I gave way to  tears

We think we’re on a plateau, we don’t know

That we are on a downward slope, age goads

We’re missing those we loved despite old scores

The cold wind and the rain were listening ears

To our sad speech when comfortless, alone

We’re widowed and enraged by salty tears

Is this pain a selfish one to share

Waiting for our little bus to show?

We’re missing our old lovers and their care

Now we don’t know what to eat or dare

We both catch on, this hint that life’s unfair

So widowed both, enfeebled by our tears

Between us we have loved a hundred years

Only one world

You can’t destroy the world of those you hate

We live in that same world, that is our fate

You can’t take it all while children bleed

What is the resolution that you need?

In the end there is the narrow gate

The rich may be devout but can they read?

You should have started yesterday you’re late.

No angel will enchant you, no God speed.

Who will feel so good they’ll celebrate?

And who’s the one that will the world ignite?

Words can be misused, where do spies lead?

In the world of power you’ll choke on greed

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The evil that we do

The dog has barked,now Babylon’s destroyed.

The evil that men do was here employed

There is no answer to the question why

For every day a man is born, has died.

The fruits of hatred cannot be enjoyed

I  may speak the truth but you can lie

The cock did crow but who has been denied?

Which of us has been the honoured spy?

Who has killed the horse that came from Troy?

Who will seek a bargain, where’s your eye?

Where is the fire that burns who is the Guy?

The sky’s a shark

The black cat’s run, the birds unfold all day

I sit down here and with my totty pray

Ye cast o’ foolish thoughts, you raped my will

. We’ve each enraged the bureaucratic mill.

Oh frigid purse, I never meant to pay!

The sky ‘s a-spark, the air is warm and shrill

The saturnine demoted knelled their way

With this feathered pounce, my sample quill,

I cite the cheque and date it for next May.

Oh, tit for cat, the tiger’s bed ‘s astray.

Yer life is settled by a harlot’s will

The sky ‘s a shark, the air is sharper still

When the world was dark

Do you remember when the world was dark

Before we had electric lights and cars,?

When what we valued was the vital spark

Everyone could  gaze up  at the stars.

Now the world is bright, there is no night

Everything is open but our minds.

Will no one ever  wish for better sight?

What is the future for the human kind?

Why aren’t we content with modest lives?

Do we need three bathrooms in our homes?

Rather it should be a place of love

Where hearts and minds are gentle ,hate unknown?

Excessive light will make excessive dark

Moderation surely is less stark

Do not go

Those I thought were friends now slide away

Hiding in the shadows with no light

No mirror can reflect the sun today

Maybe it’s my eyes that cannot see

Blinded by the shock of what I read.

I thought that we were lovers you and me

The looks and glances, what you nearly said.

As for all the others let them lie.

I shall not hear their words my ears are shut

My heart has shrunk, and slow the time goes by

I feel the knife blade but I cannot cut.

Do not cast your friends off with no word.

We do not like to feel the world’s absurd

Teach yourself

Twas illig, and the blithely Stoats ,did fire a Thimble at a Ghost.

Around the World I’ve Lied with You Bare and Blush,The Twin Horror Show.

Alice in Blunderland.

Malice through the Magnifying Glass.

Malice in Gove Land.

All Whimsy were the Government’s Groves:Chequers for Hecklers

All flimsy were the Lying Grounds, yet the War Mongers Outslayed

Where are they,Mioaw?Cameron’s Cats for Rich Rools..

Who stole my Government?

Shall I compare Thee to a Carving Knife? : The N.H.S reduced to Size.

How to write and sell your first Comedy of Errors: Mandel’s Sunset.

Death and Menace: New Big Society for the disabled.

Where have all the People Gone?: Holidays at Home for Dummies.

Philosophy in a new Sea. Lost Ideas and Drowning Brainwaves

Eyeballs kissing

I went into a coffee shop and the waitress said,
Are you still here?
I looked round all the tables and I couldn’t see myself
So I said,No!

I went  to a hairdresser and asked for a cut and blow dry
She said, what do you want me to do?
Buy some scissors,I replied

I went to the Bank and a man  in the queue said  to me  are you married
I said, why are you asking?
He said,I lost my wife in Marks and Spencers so I am looking for another
How long since you lost her?
Over an hour!

I went to  the bus stop but it didn’t

I wanted a red pepper but they only had black
The pieces are so small I can’t understand how  they pick them

My fence  blew away and I  thought:
I bet Trump wants it.So I am building a dry stone wall.
I have  got the stones so I put them in the oven to dry
iF anyone climbs on  this   they will get burned

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Non verbal communicarion is good at dinner parties
Pull faces, stick your tongue out and wriggle your ears
Then they won’t mind when you leave
They might even pay for a cab

Eye contact is hard when you wear spectacles
Who ever heard of eyeballs kissing?

is hostility the same as anger?

Flowers are not hostile. This is an old photograph of mine which I like very much

Anger is an emotion which is necessary to feel sometimes with hostility implies you what a very negative attitude towards other people. At least some other people maybe not everybody.

You may be afraid of them, you may hate them and vice versa

But hostility is very bad for you. Not to mention the people that you focus your hostility onto.

It’s the biggest risk factor for bad health worse than a bad diet or lack of exercise. And it does not make for happiness even if you try to limit it

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Sisters

My own photo

How alien this world seems now you are gone

What can give us comfort in the night

I had two two sisters once and now I’ve none

To whom can I speak when work is done?

Who can give me comfort bring me light?

How alien this world seems now you are gone

I can never speak to you again

Never see your eyes which were so bright

I had two sisters once now I have none

Gradually we separate with pain

We are no longer strong we’ve lost our might

How alien this world seems now you are gone

I must accept the grief I must not fight.

Rejected feelings wake us in the night

How alien this world seems now you are gone

Once I had two sisters now I’ve none

Phones like weapons

Peace peace peace

Posted on March 23, 2017

The confusing swirl of violence broke down walls

And panic rushed in through the holes and gap

I saw folk taking photos, checking maps,

Their phones gripped like a weapon that appals.

We see then what comprises our defence.

The connection to our family and friends. The need to make a record of the end.

The need to look again till it makes sense.

I felt a well-known numbness cover me My heart needs its own time to feel the pain

The world I live in is not safe, that’s plain. From Al Jazeera to the BBC.

The masks of innocence deceive. Hatred of this kind is misconceived.

What is the meaning of life? 15 possible answers –Hilary Mantel and others

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2025/mar/22/what-is-the-meaning-of-life-15-possible-answers-from-a-palliative-care-doctor-a-holocaust-survivor-a-jail-inmate-and-more?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

From Hillary Mantel’s letter

I’m not sure life has a meaning, in the abstract. But it can have a definite purpose if you decide so – and the carrying through, the effort to realise the purpose, makes the meaning for you.

It’s like alchemy. The alchemists were on a futile quest, we think. There wasn’t a philosopher’s stone, and they couldn’t make gold. But after many years of patience exercised, the alchemist saw he had developed tenacity, vision, patience, hope, precision – a range of subtle virtues. He had the spiritual gold, and he understood his life in the light of it. Meaning had emerged.

Mary wants a corset

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I am going shopping today,Mary informed Stan.I have decided to buy a corset.I am too fat.
I hope it’s not a whalebone corset,Stan teased her. gently
Are they still allowed to use the bones of whales? she asked.One whale  must have massive bones.Why not use dog’s bones?
Well,Stan said,you may be plump but don’t torture yourself for beauty.I love you as you are,sweetheart.
Mary got onto her bicycle and rode into town  passing some lovely magnolias and forsythia.She locked her bike to the church gate as sinners cannot be trusted especially just after Confession.

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Hello,I’m looking for a whalebone corset,she informed the  lady in the lingerie department.
What!We don’t have them any more.They ran out of baleen which is horny material in a whale’s mouth.
Was it their teeth ,asked Mary tremulously.
Eeh,I don’t know said the  assistant.Anyway,now we have shapewear.It looks like underwear but it’s elasticated.So it keeps your curves in like those minimiser bras
Mary burst out laughing as she imagined wearing an elasticated vest which would push all her fat up round her neck or down onto her bum .Or an elasticated pair of knickers which push the fat upwards. onto her abdomen.And furthermore,how easy would it be to get them down in the bathroom? Worse still,if Stan took her to a restaurant and she could not pull them down for a wee…should she take some scissors?
Mary stopped laughing when she saw all the staff staring at her,
Are you alright,madam? one asked rather ferociously.
Yes, it’s my  dwindling hormones.They make me laugh hysterically from time to time.It’s better than getting those hot flushes,in my view.
Why not have HRT? the lady replied.
Excuse me,said Mary,but I do not wish to discuss my health matters in public but thank you for your concern.She was rather pleased with that having just read
“A woman’s guide to compassionate self assertion.”

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Although she did wonder why it was addressed only to women.Emile agreed when she discussed over milk and cat niblets which Mary had to eat when she ran out of food.
As Mary stood in the Shapewear department she remembered the time she tried on some  denim jeggings as they seemed  to be in fashion.They looked very nice but she had such a hard time getting them off she thought she would have to buy them and cut them off at home.
So all of a sudden she picked up her Mondrian pvc shopping bag and her  green handbag and ran out of the door into the button  and wool department.
My,you look hot, her friend Gail said.I am buying some  merino wool for neckwarmers.Do you ever knit nowadays,Mary?
Only with whales bones,she murmured.And it’s  so hard to find them now.
Well, whales must still have bones,dear,otherwise they would collapse.
Surely you don’t expect me to catch my own whale.Mary cried in fear having seena  film on this topic.
And how about Jonah?Suppose I find a prophet inside the whale?
That could be just who we need,Gail said.Someone who can tell us what God wants us to do.
Would people listen,Mary asked Gail tremulously
Only if he went on Twitter I suppose.
Could Donald Crump be a prophet? Mary muttered
No,he’s too big for a whale to swallow even if the common people swallow his  nonsense.He sounds as if he’d like to treat women the way they do in some countries like Saudi Arabia.40 lashes for taking the morning after pill.
It could be hard to have,”the night before” in a place like that.
The two  women gazed blankly in front of them trying to remember their youth and their mad love affairs.
Let’s go into the Cricketer’s  Arms and have a drink Gail said.
I’d  rather have coffee,Mary replied.So off they went arm in arm humming
“I believe in angels “very loudly to frighten off any evil spirits from the lingerie department.We know the Devil loves  bras and suspender belts with lace trimmings as he is ,in fact ,the god Pan who was a goatherd with a horn on which he played his music to tempt the weak;some  even say he was half goat half human but we never did that in the maths department.
We only studied shapes and forms and symmetry.Well,I know it sounds suggestive but we only dealt with it in an abstracted manner.That’s why you see mathematicians with  all sorts of undies hanging off them as it’s the geometry they need to learn and how better than on a field trip to a department store. Anthropologists go to Samoa and mathematicians go to Sex and Undie shops.They have no choice.They need to see those conical bras.Conic sections!My eye!

Mary’s needles; those who cannot see

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  • On Monday morning Stan had to go to the shops in the centre of town to buy some special easy threading needles for his visually-other wife Mary.Somehow,most puzzlingly,she had lost all of the eight packs hhad bought for her in the last year.He had suggested letting his mistress next door do the hemming and stitching.But Mary was determined even though sometimes she took 14 minutes just to thread a needle.But she was very patient.One might almost say she was saintly but he did not want her to get conceited so he kept his thoughts to himself.Now what will I wear.Stan thought over-anxiously..He had OCD now and then.
  • People no longer dress up to go down town instead they dress down to go up to the town,in a very real sense.
  • The art of living is to choose the most simple solution to any problem and Stan recalled he only had some navy trousers,some white and a few colored shirts and one light teal colored jacket.
  • He chose a coral colored shirt and looked in the mirror..
  • I look wonderful, he thought very humbly.
  • Why has God kept me so youthful?
  • Surely not so I can seduce more women?
  • We know God may be merciful to scissors,or is it sinners?Well,let’s just say God can be merciful but for some reason,we never know till it’s too late whether it’s to us.
  • More haste,less speed,he conjectured.
  • Or is it, More paste,guests feed?
  • He stood in the hall combing his hair with a tortoiseshell comb and brushing it with a large nail brush
  • He looked again at his image.
  • His amber eyes glowed like neon lights on the main road to Knittingham in winter.
  • His dark hair looked very full for his age.
  • His teal jacket had been well pressed by the dry cleaner, Weissmann#s.
  • And his coral shirt was new as Mary had been out buying him more clothes lately.She had grown tired of seeing him in one solid color,especially grey or brown.
  • His navy trousers were a bit old but quite alright for Knittingham.
  • As he gazed into the mirror he began to feel odd.Then he saw Emile
  • who was standing on the chest of drawers behind him performing a dance.. solo!
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  • Why are you dancing,Emile? Stan asked politely.
  • I am amused by seeing you gazing into the mirror for so long,
  • If you don’t hurry it will be lunchtime before you get to the Needle Shop.
  • Alright,growled Stan hoarsely.At least I don’t wear make up! Now there’s a thought…maybe I’d look better…what shade of foundation would suit me?Would I need lip balm and perfume?
  • Hurry up,said Emile unkindly.More taste less greed.
  • What does that mean?asked Stan.
  • If you taste the food and eat slowly you will enjoy it more and thus need less.
  • Very clever,Emile.Shall I buy you some cough sweets in the pet shop.
  • No,I want some codeine linctus,Emile answered.
  • I want to go high,high.
  • I want to reach the sky.
  • what will I do when my love is away
  • Will I be happy on my own?
  • Lend me your ear and I’ll sing you a song
  • I’ll try not to sing out of tune!
  • My God,Emile.Whatever has happened to you?
  • I blame the old chalk and opium medicine someone spilled on my breakfast.
  • Well,go and lie down but drink some milk first.At last Stan got out…it had taken him two hours to get ready
  • At the bus stop there stood Anne their neighbour.
  • Hi,Stan,where are you going.
  • I’m buying sewing needles for Mary.
  • I can lend her some,she shrieked.
  • Well,she has to use special ones nowadays.
  • Oh,so she does.I forget as she looks normal but is in fact suffering constant trouble since her Vitreous-vasectomy.. or was it hysterectomy or vivacity?.
  • Well,never mind.You know she’s not normal.
  • Who is normal?
  • Let’s just assume we will recognize it when we see it,he whispered warningly.
  • This bus is very late.I wish there was a proper seat here..my knees hurt.
  • I hate this plastic seat.Why has the wooden one gone?
  • Apparently the council are afraid of homeless people sleeping on them.
  • Well,everybody is at risk of homelessness with this economic crisis,
  • Anne shouted in a fury.
  • No,beggars can’t be losers,he responded.
  • Very true,she replied, As they have nothing so they can’t lose it.The more you have,the more you fear losing it.
  • This bus is very,very late,I wish I had a horse or is it an horse?
  • A goat would be o.k.Speed bonny goat like a word someone flung..
  • Over the page to Fly.Anne burst out laughing so her face was as red as her coat from Artigiano.Her blue tights were a perfect contrast and also matched her lipstick uncannily.Where she bought it was a mystery.
  • At last the bus came.They got on board and the driver called out,
  • You both look very merry!
  • Too many looks create more wrath,Stan replied warningly.
  • Well, why dress up if you want no attention.the driver gloated.
  • Hello,darling, he said to Anne,Are you free tonight,babe?
  • Why? she murmured.
  • I have two tickets for the Rolling Stones and no woman to take! he replied boastfully.
  • Now,if it were the Rolling Bones,I might be interested.
  • Your wish is my command he muttered,
  • I have my smart phone here,I’ll see what’s one elsewhere.
  • He kept trying but the virtual keyboard was playing up again.
  • Eventually the passengers got annoyed and asked him to start the bus.
  • As I’m half an hour late,I should be coming back now so I’ll do a U turn and go back
  • But we want to go into town,every one howled.
  • There’s many a blue word spoken as a jest,sang the driver.
  • Stan said,Please open the door,we shall dismount here.
  • Crikey,you don’t half talk posh,said the ,driver.
  • He leaned over and gave Anne a French kiss.
  • Now look here,Stan said,leave her alone.She’s my mistress.
  • Cor blimey said the driver,who are you,King Henry the Eighth?
  • I say,Stan,I can see Mary.It must be tea time.
  • Stan ran into the house and put the kettle on..then he made a pot of tea.
  • Hello! said Mary. Did you get my needles,Stan?
  • I’m so sorry,Mary.I ‘ve had such a busy day,I never got into the town.
  • And where is my supper.
  • In the womb of time
  • I see,it’s chick pea dahl and brown rice again or egg on toast. But I’m not complaining.Keeping house is a big job.I know it only to well.
  • So they sat with Anne and Emile,who even had his own cup and saucer now.They were weary and soon ,despite the tea, they were all fast asleep.
  • Like  you.
  •  

Buying Mary’s needles

  • IMG_0045 1
  • On Monday morning Stan had to go to the shops in the centre of town to buy some special easy threading needles for his visually-other wife Mary.Somehow,most puzzlingly,she had lost all of the eight packs hhad bought for her in the last year.He had suggested letting his mistress next door do the hemming and stitching.But Mary was determined even though sometimes she took 14 minutes just to thread a needle.But she was very patient.One might almost say she was saintly but he did not want her to get conceited so he kept his thoughts to himself.Now what will I wear.Stan thought over-anxiously..He had OCD now and then.
  • People no longer dress up to go down town instead they dress down to go up to the town,in a very real sense.
  • The art of living is to choose the most simple solution to any problem and Stan recalled he only had some navy trousers,some white and a few colored shirts and one light teal colored jacket.
  • He chose a coral colored shirt and looked in the mirror..
  • I look wonderful, he thought very humbly.
  • Why has God kept me so youthful?
  • Surely not so I can seduce more women?
  • We know God may be merciful to scissors,or is it sinners?Well,let’s just say God can be merciful but for some reason,we never know till it’s too late whether it’s to us.
  • More haste,less speed,he conjectured.
  • Or is it, More paste,guests feed?
  • He stood in the hall combing his hair with a tortoiseshell comb and brushing it with a large nail brush
  • He looked again at his image.
  • His amber eyes glowed like neon lights on the main road to Knittingham in winter.
  • His dark hair looked very full for his age.
  • His teal jacket had been well pressed by the dry cleaner, Weissmann#s.
  • And his coral shirt was new as Mary had been out buying him more clothes lately.She had grown tired of seeing him in one solid color,especially grey or brown.
  • His navy trousers were a bit old but quite alright for Knittingham.
  • As he gazed into the mirror he began to feel odd.Then he saw Emile
  • who was standing on the chest of drawers behind him performing a dance.. solo!
  • Cats five
  • Why are you dancing,Emile? Stan asked politely.
  • I am amused by seeing you gazing into the mirror for so long,
  • If you don’t hurry it will be lunchtime before you get to the Needle Shop.
  • Alright,growled Stan hoarsely.At least I don’t wear make up! Now there’s a thought…maybe I’d look better…what shade of foundation would suit me?Would I need lip balm and perfume?
  • Hurry up,said Emile unkindly.More taste less greed.
  • What does that mean?asked Stan.
  • If you taste the food and eat slowly you will enjoy it more and thus need less.
  • Very clever,Emile.Shall I buy you some cough sweets in the pet shop.
  • No,I want some codeine linctus,Emile answered.
  • I want to go high,high.
  • I want to reach the sky.
  • what will I do when my love is away
  • Will I be happy on my own?
  • Lend me your ear and I’ll sing you a song
  • I’ll try not to sing out of tune!
  • My God,Emile.Whatever has happened to you?
  • I blame the old chalk and opium medicine someone spilled on my breakfast.
  • Well,go and lie down but drink some milk first.At last Stan got out…it had taken him two hours to get ready
  • At the bus stop there stood Anne their neighbour.
  • Hi,Stan,where are you going.
  • I’m buying sewing needles for Mary.
  • I can lend her some,she shrieked.
  • Well,she has to use special ones nowadays.
  • Oh,so she does.I forget as she looks normal but is in fact suffering constant trouble since her Vitreous-vasectomy.. or was it hysterectomy or vivacity?.
  • Well,never mind.You know she’s not normal.
  • Who is normal?
  • Let’s just assume we will recognize it when we see it,he whispered warningly.
  • This bus is very late.I wish there was a proper seat here..my knees hurt.
  • I hate this plastic seat.Why has the wooden one gone?
  • Apparently the council are afraid of homeless people sleeping on them.
  • Well,everybody is at risk of homelessness with this economic crisis,
  • Anne shouted in a fury.
  • No,beggars can’t be losers,he responded.
  • Very true,she replied, As they have nothing so they can’t lose it.The more you have,the more you fear losing it.
  • This bus is very,very late,I wish I had a horse or is it an horse?
  • A goat would be o.k.Speed bonny goat like a word someone flung..
  • Over the page to Fly.Anne burst out laughing so her face was as red as her coat from Artigiano.Her blue tights were a perfect contrast and also matched her lipstick uncannily.Where she bought it was a mystery.
  • At last the bus came.They got on board and the driver called out,
  • You both look very merry!
  • Too many looks create more wrath,Stan replied warningly.
  • Well, why dress up if you want no attention.the driver gloated.
  • Hello,darling, he said to Anne,Are you free tonight,babe?
  • Why? she murmured.
  • I have two tickets for the Rolling Stones and no woman to take! he replied boastfully.
  • Now,if it were the Rolling Bones,I might be interested.
  • Your wish is my command he muttered,
  • I have my smart phone here,I’ll see what’s one elsewhere.
  • He kept trying but the virtual keyboard was playing up again.
  • Eventually the passengers got annoyed and asked him to start the bus.
  • As I’m half an hour late,I should be coming back now so I’ll do a U turn and go back
  • But we want to go into town,every one howled.
  • There’s many a blue word spoken as a jest,sang the driver.
  • Stan said,Please open the door,we shall dismount here.
  • Crikey,you don’t half talk posh,said the ,driver.
  • He leaned over and gave Anne a French kiss.
  • Now look here,Stan said,leave her alone.She’s my mistress.
  • Cor blimey said the driver,who are you,King Henry the Eighth?
  • I say,Stan,I can see Mary.It must be tea time.
  • Stan ran into the house and put the kettle on..then he made a pot of tea.
  • Hello! said Mary. Did you get my needles,Stan?
  • I’m so sorry,Mary.I ‘ve had such a busy day,I never got into the town.
  • And where is my supper.
  • In the womb of time
  • I see,it’s chick pea dahl and brown rice again or egg on toast. But I’m not complaining.Keeping house is a big job.I know it only to well.
  • So they sat with Anne and Emile,who even had his own cup and saucer now.They were weary and soon ,despite the tea, they were all fast asleep.
  • Like  you.
  •  

Buying Mary’s needles

  • IMG_0045 1
  • On Monday morning Stan had to go to the shops in the centre of town to buy some special easy threading needles for his visually-other wife Mary.Somehow,most puzzlingly,she had lost all of the eight packs hhad bought for her in the last year.He had suggested letting his mistress next door do the hemming and stitching.But Mary was determined even though sometimes she took 14 minutes just to thread a needle.But she was very patient.One might almost say she was saintly but he did not want her to get conceited so he kept his thoughts to himself.Now what will I wear.Stan thought over-anxiously..He had OCD now and then.
  • People no longer dress up to go down town instead they dress down to go up to the town,in a very real sense.
  • The art of living is to choose the most simple solution to any problem and Stan recalled he only had some navy trousers,some white and a few colored shirts and one light teal colored jacket.
  • He chose a coral colored shirt and looked in the mirror..
  • I look wonderful, he thought very humbly.
  • Why has God kept me so youthful?
  • Surely not so I can seduce more women?
  • We know God may be merciful to scissors,or is it sinners?Well,let’s just say God can be merciful but for some reason,we never know till it’s too late whether it’s to us.
  • More haste,less speed,he conjectured.
  • Or is it, More paste,guests feed?
  • He stood in the hall combing his hair with a tortoiseshell comb and brushing it with a large nail brush
  • He looked again at his image.
  • His amber eyes glowed like neon lights on the main road to Knittingham in winter.
  • His dark hair looked very full for his age.
  • His teal jacket had been well pressed by the dry cleaner, Weissmann#s.
  • And his coral shirt was new as Mary had been out buying him more clothes lately.She had grown tired of seeing him in one solid color,especially grey or brown.
  • His navy trousers were a bit old but quite alright for Knittingham.
  • As he gazed into the mirror he began to feel odd.Then he saw Emile
  • who was standing on the chest of drawers behind him performing a dance.. solo!
  • Cats five
  • Why are you dancing,Emile? Stan asked politely.
  • I am amused by seeing you gazing into the mirror for so long,
  • If you don’t hurry it will be lunchtime before you get to the Needle Shop.
  • Alright,growled Stan hoarsely.At least I don’t wear make up! Now there’s a thought…maybe I’d look better…what shade of foundation would suit me?Would I need lip balm and perfume?
  • Hurry up,said Emile unkindly.More taste less greed.
  • What does that mean?asked Stan.
  • If you taste the food and eat slowly you will enjoy it more and thus need less.
  • Very clever,Emile.Shall I buy you some cough sweets in the pet shop.
  • No,I want some codeine linctus,Emile answered.
  • I want to go high,high.
  • I want to reach the sky.
  • what will I do when my love is away
  • Will I be happy on my own?
  • Lend me your ear and I’ll sing you a song
  • I’ll try not to sing out of tune!
  • My God,Emile.Whatever has happened to you?
  • I blame the old chalk and opium medicine someone spilled on my breakfast.
  • Well,go and lie down but drink some milk first.At last Stan got out…it had taken him two hours to get ready
  • At the bus stop there stood Anne their neighbour.
  • Hi,Stan,where are you going.
  • I’m buying sewing needles for Mary.
  • I can lend her some,she shrieked.
  • Well,she has to use special ones nowadays.
  • Oh,so she does.I forget as she looks normal but is in fact suffering constant trouble since her Vitreous-vasectomy.. or was it hysterectomy or vivacity?.
  • Well,never mind.You know she’s not normal.
  • Who is normal?
  • Let’s just assume we will recognize it when we see it,he whispered warningly.
  • This bus is very late.I wish there was a proper seat here..my knees hurt.
  • I hate this plastic seat.Why has the wooden one gone?
  • Apparently the council are afraid of homeless people sleeping on them.
  • Well,everybody is at risk of homelessness with this economic crisis,
  • Anne shouted in a fury.
  • No,beggars can’t be losers,he responded.
  • Very true,she replied, As they have nothing so they can’t lose it.The more you have,the more you fear losing it.
  • This bus is very,very late,I wish I had a horse or is it an horse?
  • A goat would be o.k.Speed bonny goat like a word someone flung..
  • Over the page to Fly.Anne burst out laughing so her face was as red as her coat from Artigiano.Her blue tights were a perfect contrast and also matched her lipstick uncannily.Where she bought it was a mystery.
  • At last the bus came.They got on board and the driver called out,
  • You both look very merry!
  • Too many looks create more wrath,Stan replied warningly.
  • Well, why dress up if you want no attention.the driver gloated.
  • Hello,darling, he said to Anne,Are you free tonight,babe?
  • Why? she murmured.
  • I have two tickets for the Rolling Stones and no woman to take! he replied boastfully.
  • Now,if it were the Rolling Bones,I might be interested.
  • Your wish is my command he muttered,
  • I have my smart phone here,I’ll see what’s one elsewhere.
  • He kept trying but the virtual keyboard was playing up again.
  • Eventually the passengers got annoyed and asked him to start the bus.
  • As I’m half an hour late,I should be coming back now so I’ll do a U turn and go back
  • But we want to go into town,every one howled.
  • There’s many a blue word spoken as a jest,sang the driver.
  • Stan said,Please open the door,we shall dismount here.
  • Crikey,you don’t half talk posh,said the ,driver.
  • He leaned over and gave Anne a French kiss.
  • Now look here,Stan said,leave her alone.She’s my mistress.
  • Cor blimey said the driver,who are you,King Henry the Eighth?
  • I say,Stan,I can see Mary.It must be tea time.
  • Stan ran into the house and put the kettle on..then he made a pot of tea.
  • Hello! said Mary. Did you get my needles,Stan?
  • I’m so sorry,Mary.I ‘ve had such a busy day,I never got into the town.
  • And where is my supper.
  • In the womb of time
  • I see,it’s chick pea dahl and brown rice again or egg on toast. But I’m not complaining.Keeping house is a big job.I know it only to well.
  • So they sat with Anne and Emile,who even had his own cup and saucer now.They were weary and soon ,despite the tea, they were all fast asleep.
  • Like  you.
  •  

Buying Mary’s needles

  • IMG_0045 1
  • On Monday morning Stan had to go to the shops in the centre of town to buy some special easy threading needles for his visually-other wife Mary.Somehow,most puzzlingly,she had lost all of the eight packs hhad bought for her in the last year.He had suggested letting his mistress next door do the hemming and stitching.But Mary was determined even though sometimes she took 14 minutes just to thread a needle.But she was very patient.One might almost say she was saintly but he did not want her to get conceited so he kept his thoughts to himself.Now what will I wear.Stan thought over-anxiously..He had OCD now and then.
  • People no longer dress up to go down town instead they dress down to go up to the town,in a very real sense.
  • The art of living is to choose the most simple solution to any problem and Stan recalled he only had some navy trousers,some white and a few colored shirts and one light teal colored jacket.
  • He chose a coral colored shirt and looked in the mirror..
  • I look wonderful, he thought very humbly.
  • Why has God kept me so youthful?
  • Surely not so I can seduce more women?
  • We know God may be merciful to scissors,or is it sinners?Well,let’s just say God can be merciful but for some reason,we never know till it’s too late whether it’s to us.
  • More haste,less speed,he conjectured.
  • Or is it, More paste,guests feed?
  • He stood in the hall combing his hair with a tortoiseshell comb and brushing it with a large nail brush
  • He looked again at his image.
  • His amber eyes glowed like neon lights on the main road to Knittingham in winter.
  • His dark hair looked very full for his age.
  • His teal jacket had been well pressed by the dry cleaner, Weissmann#s.
  • And his coral shirt was new as Mary had been out buying him more clothes lately.She had grown tired of seeing him in one solid color,especially grey or brown.
  • His navy trousers were a bit old but quite alright for Knittingham.
  • As he gazed into the mirror he began to feel odd.Then he saw Emile
  • who was standing on the chest of drawers behind him performing a dance.. solo!
  • Cats five
  • Why are you dancing,Emile? Stan asked politely.
  • I am amused by seeing you gazing into the mirror for so long,
  • If you don’t hurry it will be lunchtime before you get to the Needle Shop.
  • Alright,growled Stan hoarsely.At least I don’t wear make up! Now there’s a thought…maybe I’d look better…what shade of foundation would suit me?Would I need lip balm and perfume?
  • Hurry up,said Emile unkindly.More taste less greed.
  • What does that mean?asked Stan.
  • If you taste the food and eat slowly you will enjoy it more and thus need less.
  • Very clever,Emile.Shall I buy you some cough sweets in the pet shop.
  • No,I want some codeine linctus,Emile answered.
  • I want to go high,high.
  • I want to reach the sky.
  • what will I do when my love is away
  • Will I be happy on my own?
  • Lend me your ear and I’ll sing you a song
  • I’ll try not to sing out of tune!
  • My God,Emile.Whatever has happened to you?
  • I blame the old chalk and opium medicine someone spilled on my breakfast.
  • Well,go and lie down but drink some milk first.At last Stan got out…it had taken him two hours to get ready
  • At the bus stop there stood Anne their neighbour.
  • Hi,Stan,where are you going.
  • I’m buying sewing needles for Mary.
  • I can lend her some,she shrieked.
  • Well,she has to use special ones nowadays.
  • Oh,so she does.I forget as she looks normal but is in fact suffering constant trouble since her Vitreous-vasectomy.. or was it hysterectomy or vivacity?.
  • Well,never mind.You know she’s not normal.
  • Who is normal?
  • Let’s just assume we will recognize it when we see it,he whispered warningly.
  • This bus is very late.I wish there was a proper seat here..my knees hurt.
  • I hate this plastic seat.Why has the wooden one gone?
  • Apparently the council are afraid of homeless people sleeping on them.
  • Well,everybody is at risk of homelessness with this economic crisis,
  • Anne shouted in a fury.
  • No,beggars can’t be losers,he responded.
  • Very true,she replied, As they have nothing so they can’t lose it.The more you have,the more you fear losing it.
  • This bus is very,very late,I wish I had a horse or is it an horse?
  • A goat would be o.k.Speed bonny goat like a word someone flung..
  • Over the page to Fly.Anne burst out laughing so her face was as red as her coat from Artigiano.Her blue tights were a perfect contrast and also matched her lipstick uncannily.Where she bought it was a mystery.
  • At last the bus came.They got on board and the driver called out,
  • You both look very merry!
  • Too many looks create more wrath,Stan replied warningly.
  • Well, why dress up if you want no attention.the driver gloated.
  • Hello,darling, he said to Anne,Are you free tonight,babe?
  • Why? she murmured.
  • I have two tickets for the Rolling Stones and no woman to take! he replied boastfully.
  • Now,if it were the Rolling Bones,I might be interested.
  • Your wish is my command he muttered,
  • I have my smart phone here,I’ll see what’s one elsewhere.
  • He kept trying but the virtual keyboard was playing up again.
  • Eventually the passengers got annoyed and asked him to start the bus.
  • As I’m half an hour late,I should be coming back now so I’ll do a U turn and go back
  • But we want to go into town,every one howled.
  • There’s many a blue word spoken as a jest,sang the driver.
  • Stan said,Please open the door,we shall dismount here.
  • Crikey,you don’t half talk posh,said the ,driver.
  • He leaned over and gave Anne a French kiss.
  • Now look here,Stan said,leave her alone.She’s my mistress.
  • Cor blimey said the driver,who are you,King Henry the Eighth?
  • I say,Stan,I can see Mary.It must be tea time.
  • Stan ran into the house and put the kettle on..then he made a pot of tea.
  • Hello! said Mary. Did you get my needles,Stan?
  • I’m so sorry,Mary.I ‘ve had such a busy day,I never got into the town.
  • And where is my supper.
  • In the womb of time
  • I see,it’s chick pea dahl and brown rice again or egg on toast. But I’m not complaining.Keeping house is a big job.I know it only to well.
  • So they sat with Anne and Emile,who even had his own cup and saucer now.They were weary and soon ,despite the tea, they were all fast asleep.
  • Like  you.
  •  

Who did you say you were?

Clear Stammer

Dear Harmer

Mere Tamer.

Cheery Calmer

Fear Harbour

Keen Hammer

Ear Aiarmer

Rushy New Knacks

Winny Bust

Bin No Curse

Winsom Church Bill
Prince One Churchill
Dante in Eden.
Symphony Bleeding
Howled McMillan
Arid Back Filling.
Scarred Home
Sword Gleam
Imperilled Wilson.
Paroled Will’s Son
Dead Heath
Sad Lethe
Carol Wilson.
Feral Pills Won
Nameless Carry-On.
Shameless Ferry Man
Hark at Scratcher.
Target Natcher
Ron Made Her.
One Minor
Phoney Blair.
Loony Heir
Pardon Brown.
Fawning Clown
Pick Clegg
Sick Head
Solemn Cameron.
Waving Hammers On
Forgey Sauce Bone
Gorge Unborn
He ain’t dunki’ pith?
Peein’, Drunken H’smith
Flu in Hell?
Sure can sell

Who bleats out lies

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I flangered pokely as a house
That bleats out lies o’er  ghylls and phrills,
When at a plance I saw  him growl
The post  of dental teeth unfilled
Do ride the wike

Deseath the grees,
Stuttering and strangling in the wheeze

Sinpentred as the whores did tont
And stondlion the miniway,
They triched in never-winding string
Along the bargines wost a trey:
Ten thousand maws I ater a trounce,
Wessing their shoulds in glightly squance.

The waves deside them panced but loy
Out-did the sparkling waves in schlee
A waite could not clutt ie glay
In juch a fecund timpanee:
I glazed- and jazed- but little shloat
What sealthy wasps shrew thlee had clught:

For toft, when on my louch i pi
In racane or in trensive slood,
They flush upon that innard sty
Rich is the class of molitude;
And then my tart with leisured gills:
Fish dancing with the native shrills

A jagged silence taunts us overhead

Like a broken shell, our world  has cracked
Whose the foot  that  heavily did tread?
Now we wander  in  this City sacked

Once worlds break  how can we bring them back?
Must we  mourn  until our hearts are fed?
Like a pretty shell, our world  has cracked

Where once stood towers  the buildings lie down  flat
A jagged silence taunts from overhead
 As we wander  in  this City sacked

What New Messiah can  find  and love the gap?
Who will give the wine and whose the bread?
Like a cockleshell, our world  has cracked

The death of  God in Auschwitz  on the Rack
The torture of  the Arabs, children  bleed
We cry out , the slouching beast is back

Did we ever think of those in need?
The children of the genocide still plead
Like a broken shell, the world   has cracked
Now we stumble,blind to what we lack