The white rose of Stalingrad

“That summer, Litvyak finally got her chance at combat. She flew defensive missions over the port city Saratov, an important strategic location on the Volga. Having succeeded in those, she and some of the other women in 586 Regiment were transferred to a male regiment within the vicinity of Stalingrad, during the early stages of the infamous six-month struggle for the city. On September 13, she entered a dogfight against Germany’s Jagdgeschwader 53 unit, among the most lethal fighter pilots on earth. Litvyak came through unscathed and brought down her first Nazi plane, piloted by Erwin Maier, who was immediately captured by the Soviets. Later that day, Maier’s captors introduced him to Litvyak. It took a long time to convince him that this tiny blonde woman—little more than a girl—had been the one to end his war.

Over the coming weeks, Litvyak flew further successful missions and gained the dubious distinction of being the first woman in history to kill enemy combatants in the air. Her legendary exploits spread to Germany where outlandish tales turned her into a vampish figure, a warrior femme fatale with a delicate white rose painted on the side of her killing machine. The flower was actually a lily, a reference to her first name, though she did keep a picture of a rose with her in the cockpit, as well as bunches of wild flowers, which she got up early in the morning to pick, and sometimes spread on the wings of her stationery aircraft in preparation for a mission.

Litvyak impressed everyone with her calmness and skill in the maelstrom of combat. ”

2tfx2vrhttps://www.theparisreview.org/blog/tag/white-rose-of-stalingrad/

I have never heard before about Soviet women who became pilots in the fight to defend Stalingrad in the air against the highly skilled German Nazis aerial bombardment.

My excuse

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Seminar cancelled

I am waiting for  the Royal male
The hawk wants to pray
The cat is eating the pigeons
My husband needs a gold meddle.
I’ve lost my seminary.
I’ve  lost my voice.
I feel permanently detached
The owl needs glasses
Durham is flooded
I don’t know
Move to Yawk?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have a wife, now male, I’ve been expecting her.

I dreamed I lived up in Uttoxeter
Near the Peaks and Pennine landscapes high
I have a wife abroad, I   have just texted her

I married but never yet had sex with her
For she is cold and frosty ,can’t say why.
I dreamed I lived up in Uttoxeter

She said that she was moving down to Exeter
She’d changed her gender, good grief so must I.
I have a wife abroad, I have just texted her

Since I turned a woman.I’ve detested her
She’s a  man but tell me, does he lie?
I dreamed I escaped  back  to Uttoxeter

I got my  phone  and  told her, so bizarre
I’m a woman, hot with sultry thighs.
I have a wife, now male, I’ve been expecting her.

I rarely tell the truth unless I lie.
In  the Peaks I love the  Blakean sky
I want to liven up  Uttoxeter
I have a wife, I feel  too stressed with her

 

 

Surrender to the otherness of all

Tact and subtle actions  create life
Assertive force destroys  another’s soul
To the High and  Holy One, we’re wife.

The way we go seems but a throw of dice
Yet destiny will beckon, though we crawl
Tact and subtle actions make a  life

Into every heart, there comes the knife.
Surrender to the otherness of all
To the High and  Holy One be wife.

In his shadow, we look down, we cry.
We listen to that voice, so  still, so small
Tact and subtle actions shape good lives.

As a mother births her child, she sighs
All lives and coming suffering must appal.
To the High and  Holy One, we’re wife.

Here we seem like prisoners on bail
May we live with love in this, our world
Tact and subtle actions  create life
Surrender humble to God and his wiles.

 

 

 

Can’t you afford a new skirt?

New cats today
Mary wore her new garnet red winter coat to go to the dentist and doctor who were in the same building.Unfortunately, it was shorter than  her  wool skirt , which had a  quite few moth holes  in it
First , she had to see the doctor.
Hello dear, how are you getting on without your husband? Can’t you afford a new skirt?
He calls now and then.He told me he has bought me a house in Ealing.
Did he give you the address?
No, but if I am living in Ealing I shall have to change doctors.
You can change here if you want to.
But I like and respect you, doctor
Thank you so much.Very few people ever praise me.And unlike you, many people come here in dirty old clothes.
I just got this new coat.I may not have needed it, but ,to me, it is a symbol of wishing to return to life again.
That’s a good one.I’d better not tell my wife!
Is she quite extravagant?
Not really.I suppose there is no absolute level of spending which defines extravagance.What is normal for Princess Kate would not be for my wife.It is I suppose a way of dressing so you look ok for the life you lead and does not get you into debt.
Surely you like your wife to look good?
As long as she feels good, I don’t mind.
Anyway, why did you wish to see me?
Well, you don’t come very much so I wanted to see how you were getting on
I had a panic attack in the waiting room just now.I got vertigo
Are you frightened of me, my dear?
No,I really  love you, doctor.
Shush, that is not allowed
I just meant in a Christian sense although you are a Hindu.But when it comes down to it all religions are about compassion and love if we look carefully.
That is hard to believe nowadays.
I know.I suppose it’s an ideal to aim for.
All I can do is do my job well and look after my family and my patients.
Find God in the little things.See how small an acorn is and wonder.If I swallowed one would an oak tree grow inside me?
No.it would have to grow by the sewer
Imagine under the ground may be thousands of oak tree growing
Only if silly idiots swallow acorns!
I’m sorry.I have this vivid imagination.Can I have it removed and put a plastic one in?
Not yet but no doubt it will happen.Go outside and walk about a lot
Why?
Because I have decided you are ok and we’ve talked enough.
Thank you so much, doctor.
And so say all of us
Then Mary picked up her red coat which the doctor had not seen and she went into the dentist waiting room.The kind receptionist got her some water as Mary did not understand the machine.Uncountable infinity, yes.Water machines, no.
This dentist was a most beautiful young woman darting about like a  coloured fish in the deep ocean.
The filling is still here!The tooth broke.I shall repair it for you.
Thank you, Mary told her.It is almost a pleasure to come here.
Almost? the dentist replied.
It’s a day out for me,Mary told her.I don’t meet  intelligent young women like you so much.
Oh ,my.I forgot to feed Emile.Hi , can you send a cab, please? I must go home or my cat will never forgive me.
A handsome young man appeared with a silver car.It almost seemed like a dream.How would Mary know?
He was a  Muslim and his wife a Christian.
And both are good to us.

Now we have tasted hope

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Now that we have come out of hiding,
Why would we live again in the tombs we’d made out of our souls?

And the sundered bodies that we’ve reassembled
With prayers and consolations,
What would their torn parts be, other than flesh?

Now that we have tasted hope
And dressed each other’s wounds with the legends of our
oneness
Would we not prefer to close our mouths forever shut
On the wine that swilled inside them?

Having dreamed the same dream,
Having found the water behind a thousand mirages,
Why would we hide from the sun again
Or fear the night sky after we’ve reached the ends of
darkness,
Live in death again after all the life our dead have us?

Listen to me Zow’ya, Beida, Ajdabya, Tobruk, Nalut,
Listen to me Derna, Musrata, Benghazi, Zintan,
Listen to me houses, alleys, courtyards, and streets that
throng my veins,
Someday soon, in your freed light, in the shade of your
proud trees,
Your excavated heroes will return to their thrones in your
martyrs’ squares,
Lovers will hold each other’s hands.

I need not look far to imagine the nerves dying,
Rejecting the life that blood sends them.
I need not look deep into my past to seek hopeless vistas.
But now that I have tasted hope
I have fallen into the embrace of my own rugged innocence.

How long were my ancient days?
I no longer care to count.
I no longer care to measure.
How bitter was the bread of bitterness?
I no longer care to recall.

Now that we have tasted hope, this hard-earned crust,
We would sooner die than seek any other taste to life,
Any other way of being human.

Strange German words

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    Muckefuck

    Before you start letting your imagination run wild, Muckefuck is much more banal than it sounds, and refers to coffee substitutes

  • made from barley malt or chicory.It is said that the word derives from “mocca faux,” French for “fake coffee,” as it was used during the Franco-Prussian War. However, we think that the name comes from the verbal response provoked by drinking the stuff.
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My gender free autumn clothes

genderlessWear some narrow black trousers under a black and blue robe under which put  the T-shirt of your choice to peep out at the throat and a giant scarf tossed over your shoulder
Wear white trainers and a long denim jacket with a hood

Now you can go into any public convenience if there are some left in Britain.Otherwise, it seems phone boxes are used by the desperate.Wear a mask!:
Get a disabled badge or carry a card saying:

I just can’t wait.

Get them from Bladder UK//

Don’t go to Spain

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The music of William Blake’s poems

 

 

As someone who walks about humming or even singing without knowing, this looks fascinating.Most of my poems have music but I don’t write it down.

https://www.bl.uk/romantics-and-victorians/articles/the-music-of-william-blakes-poetry

 

Where else in the Songs are there references to music and singing?

The first song in the Songs of Innocence sets a number of themes that recur during the collection: the child, nature, and song. It is the child that tells the poet to pipe, but then to sing; and then leaves the singer alone to write the poems.

What happens in the poem is that the poet pipes, then is asked to sing, and then sing again, and then to transcribe what has been sung. Thus there is a clear indication that these are songs for both reading and singing. At the end of ‘Introduction’ this is reiterated, as the songs are to be heard:

And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear

The last line of the introductory poem to Songs of Innocence makes it clear that the songs were to be written down ‘so that every child may hear’.

Economics is not a science.Get over it.

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http://www.thecrimson.com/article/2013/12/13/economics-science-wang/

 

No, Economics Is Not a Science

Economists have faced a deluge of negative press in the past few years, ranging from criticisms over the failure to forecast the financial crisis, to the more recent disbelief over the granting of the Nobel Prize in Economics to three economists, two of whom hold views that can be said to be polar opposites. Indeed, the reputation of mainstream economics—specifically macroeconomics—is arguably at its worst since the formation of the field in the 1930s, with the advent of the Great Depression. This state of affairs prompted Raj Chetty, a professor of economics at Harvard, to author a defense of the field in ‘The New York Times,’ titled “Yes, Economics Is a Science.”

It seems as though economics is fighting for its right to stay in the exclusive group of fields deemed worthy enough to be called “science,” where subjects such as physics, chemistry, and molecular biology reside comfortably. Some instead opt to call economics, along with psychology and sociology, a “social science”—a vague term, often blurred with humanities, which is neither here nor there. Nevertheless, the underlying implication behind this battle is that to be a “science” is to be credible.

I don’t agree.

First and foremost, I don’t agree at all that economics is a science. Let me preface this by saying that I am concentrating in economics, and have the utmost respect for the field. Let me also clarify that when I say “economics” throughout this article, I primarily mean macroeconomics—microeconomics is an entirely different beast. While the two are intrinsically related, the methods of experimentation are so drastically different that the two can hardly be subject to the same criticisms.

Merriam-Webster’s definition of science is “a study of the natural world based on facts learned through experiments and observation.” What physics and chemistry and molecular biology have in common is that the building blocks of what they observe and experiment with don’t change. Such is the natural world. But what is the building block of economics? People. Economics does not study any unit smaller than a collection of people. And human behavior can never be absolutely predicted or explained—not if we wish to believe in free will, at any rate.

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What is a paradigm?

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https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/paradigm

 

paradigm

NOUN

  • 1A typical example or pattern of something; a pattern or model.

    ‘society’s paradigm of the ‘ideal woman’’
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    Synonyms
    1. 1.1 A world view underlying the theories and methodology of a particular scientific subject.
      ‘the discovery of universal gravitation became the paradigm of successful science’
      More example sentences
  • 2Linguistics 
    A set of linguistic items that form mutually exclusive choices in particular syntactic roles.

    ‘English determiners form a paradigm: we can say ‘a book’ or ‘his book’ but not ‘a his book’’
    Often contrasted with syntagm
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  • 3(in the traditional grammar of Latin, Greek, and other inflected languages) a table of all the inflected forms of a particular verb, noun, or adjective, serving as a model for other words of the same conjugation or declension.

    Example sentences

Origin

Late 15th century: via late Latin from Greek paradeigma, from paradeiknunai ‘show side by side’, from para- ‘beside’ + deiknunai ‘to show’.

Pronunciation

paradigm

/ˈparədʌɪm/

Virtue, beauty, wonder, colour based

In the 60’s women  wore a tiny mini-  skirts
[Which seems  odd now, as we wear trousers most]
Then  bought longer ones should Vogue direct

We wore minis, stockings with grip welts
Cool in summer, chilly in the frost
Once all women  wore wool winter skirts

Trousers  made us free from fashions cracked
As long as we had slender tapered waists
We bought versions of  Parisian taste direct.

 

But  recently we see the trousers whacked
They must be short this year or lack good taste
They’re up and down our calves just like the skirts

And though we hated  belts, suspender packed
We now must buy a longer type of sock
To close the gap the shorter trousers make.

So I make my case that women’s trousers lack
Virtue, beauty, wonder, colour based
I think it’s time that skirts should now be backed

Let us admire the  daring females  most
Who wander  flower-skirted to the coast
Let us humans tear off all that hurts!
We need comfort, let the fashions flirt!

 

 

Destiny

We have time but do not know for what
We do not wish to feel we’ve not lived well
Yet meaning  seems a fiction with no plot

I feel he will return, has he forgot?
Who shall be the arbiter, who’ll tell?
I have time but do not know for what

The dove has not returned to the dove cot
The devil seems to maul about this hell
Is meaning a  mere fiction with no plot?

Our ancestors were thankful for their lot.
They had expectations  lower yet fulfilled
We have time but do not know for what.

Am I someone human  or a blot
Upon the page where God writes his last Will?
Is there inner meaning or a plot?

Whatever game  it is we pay the bill
We see the  truth before us with no  frill.
We have time but do not know for what
Oh, destiny’s a  lie, no play’s pre-writ.

He will come Messianic and fulfilled
The birds will sing and all shall be his will.
We have time and bless the daily gift
Knowing neither what is slow or fast

 

 

 

Deja-zoo=I’m a monkey.

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Deja loo= I’ve already been to the lavatory
Deja-coo= I’ve already been seduced by this person’s beauty and charm
Deja boo=I’ve already disliked this person
Deja -trouve =Already found the treasure
Deja flu-I already had flu
Deja-flew= I’m here already
Deja- glue= married/in love/self obsessed
Deja- who? I’ve got dementia and I don’t care
Deja-shoo=I’ve got rid of the cat for an hour.I’m free
Deja you=Met already.
Deja plus=I’m French and better than you.
Deja-zoo=I’m a monkey, almost.Come back next year and I shall be.

Stan gets visited by two lovely ladies

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Stan was standing on a small step ladder washing his windows yet again with a clean blue microfibre and elastane cloth and some Windolene he had bought in Tesco’s
I don’t know why I bother, he whispered to Emile, who as usual was watching from the back of the sofa, which he was “milking” gently with his paws.
With all the rain, the outside of the windows was besmirched by leaves and bits of mud.A  wiser man might have left it alone but Stan had O.C.D which made him very jumpy if he failed to carry out certain tasks… so he made use of it in house chores and baking perfect cakes and buns..and in taking snaps of frogs, birds and flowers.Mental disorder can be useful sometimes.
All of a sudden he heard clattering footsteps…
Up the garden path walked two women dressed in the latest style of 3/4 length silk cargo trousers with matching blouses, all in a subtle shade of violet.
Except for their faces, of course, which were both a light shade of beige; they had Revlon peach blusher on their cheeks and Chanel scarlet lipstick…on their lips.They also wore dark blue nail varnish from Rimmel
“Good morning, Stan!” called one of them.”We are Anne‘s cousins from Pittsburgh.She told us to call on you today.”
“Well,I never knew wearing expensive makeup ran in the genes… can there be any other explanation?”Stan cried.
“Anne told us we must wear it all the time in the UK.”
she responded,”even in bed.”
“You seem a bit fast,” he answered,
“I’m not sure I want to go to bed and as you seem like identical twins,which of you should I bed?”
They burst out laughing….oh,what a noise!
“I was just saying what she told us,not meaning that you need to go to bed with us.In fact, we sleep together at night.”
“As children that would be normal,but don’t you think you should separate now?People might think you are gay!”
“We never worry about stuff like that… and by the way,this is Ruby and I am Rosie.”
“I’ll put on the kettle and make you some coffee,” the dear man said in a kind tone of voice,before he went into the kitchen and swallowed a handful of red and green striped valium tablets.
“I wish the psychiatrist would give me some talk therapy.I don’t like taking valium but I seem to be having visions again… and I don’t want to get worse..I never heard Anne mention cousins in the USA. I wonder if CBT would help me?”he said to Emile.
“I see visions all the time,” the cat replied in a matter of fact and calm way.
“Do they not make you feel anxious?”Stan called.
“No ,I just watch them drift by,” purred Emile.”I enjoy them.”
“I wish these two women would drift off.” responded the weary yet charming old man.Ruby and Rosie came inside and admired the kitchen where colanders in many colours hung from the wall into which someone had knocked a few dozen nails.
“”Why do you have sixteen colanders?”asked Rosie.
“Why do you think everything has a reason?”Stan replied.
“I can see you studied philosophy,” Ruby cried disconsolately.
“No, I have just read Ray Monk’s Life of Wittgenstein eight times,” he quipped merrily.
“Wow,is it not boring?”
“No.it’s so good it put me off reading lesser books.And I love to understand things or not understand”
Just then Stan tripped on the rug and fell over unconscious
.Emile picked up his mobile with its full Qwerty keypad and texted 999.
“Why are you texting?”asked Ruby.
“Well, it difficult to mioaw down a phone and now I have this Blackberry it’s so easy…. why even a mouse could do it.”
“Do you know many mice, Emile?” enquired Ruby wistfully
Rosie slowly made some instant coffee, walking around poor Stan ,unconscious on the floor…and she and her twin sat down on some white Swedish chairs at the old oak table and drank it, gazing shyly at the huge weigelia blooming outside in the shed.
The front door opened and in ran Dave, the bisexual paramedic.
“Is it you, Emile.Have you lost your hankie again?Are you sad?” he moaned nervously.
“No, it’s Stan… but at least he’s not broken the chair”
Stan came too and looked up…
“Oh, lovely,I  feel much better for that nap,” he said brightly.
“Don’t you have a bed to sleep in?” said Ruby querulously.”I like your mean expression, my dear man.”
“Now, look here said Stan,”I’m too old for any monkey business.
Besides, I don’t know if you are real.”
“We just wondered why you slept on the floor.”
“A man has to do what a man has to do,” came the mystifying response.
“Now that Dave is here,he can take one of you and I’ll take the other.”
“Where will you take us” the twins asked delightfully….
“Do you fancy the cinema… they are showing Monsieur Hulot’s Holiday”
“Don’t tell me he’s still on his summer holiday!” riposted Ruby
“Let’s go in the ambulance.I’ll lie on the stretcher” offered Rosie generously..
“I’ll lie by you,” said Dave.” and Emile can drive.Stan and Ruby can lie on the floor.”
Sometimes life seems so simple, it’s rather like a dream controlled.
Controlled by what, asked Emile,clutching his Blackberry.
But answer came there none…
And that was very odd because.. they’d vanished every one…
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Do we trust atheists?

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https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/in-atheists-we-distrust/

“Gervais and Norenzayan’s findings may shed light on an interesting puzzle: why acceptance towards atheism has grown rapidly in some countries but not others. In many Scandinavian countries, including Norway and Sweden, the number of people who report believing in God has reached an all-time low. This may have something to do with the way these countries have established governments that guarantee a high level of social security for all of their citizens.  Aaron Kay and his colleagues ran a study in Canada which found that political insecurity may push us towards believing in God. They gave participants two versions of a fictitious news story: one describing Canada’s current political situation as stable, the other describing it as potentially unstable. After reading one of the two articles, people’s beliefs in God were measured. People who read the article describing the government as potentially unstable were more likely to agree that God, or some other type of nonhuman entity, is in control of the universe. A common belief in the divine may help people feel more secure. Yet when security is achieved by more secular means, it may remove some of the draw of faith.”

The findings on why we distrust atheists also point towards another potential way of reducing such prejudice: by reminding people of charitable and altruistic acts committed in the name of atheism. In recent years, there has been a growing number of virtual communities dedicated to those interested in atheism. Some of these communities have begun to organize charitable efforts. For example, the Haiti earthquake led members of Richard Dawkins’ foundation to launch a campaign entitled Non-Believers Giving Aid. In December the Reddit.com online atheism community managed to raise over $200,000 worth of donations for Doctors Without Borders. It is possible that greater public awareness of altruistic atheists may help alleviate some of the distrust that many Americans feel towards nonbelievers.

We live in hope

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Mary was going out for a meal with some former colleagues who had taught under functioning analysis and triquacking theory.She stood in her bedroom, surrounded by piles of clothes, wondering how hot the restaurant might be and how cold and frosty the air in the road by the bus stop.
I think I’ll phone Pete she told herself.
Pete answered on the first ring.After so many years, she still recognised his semi- South African accent and pleasing voice
Hello, it’s Mary Dirac-Brown hers, she said shyly.
Hello Mary Dirac-Brown, he responded instantly
Why, he sounds like the Amazon website, she thought to herself.That figures!
Hello, Pete, I was wondering if you could give me a lift to the restaurant tonight
You don’t need a lift, it’s on the ground floor, he informed her quietly and sensitively
I mean in your car.I can’t drive now.
Why not?
Actually, I never took the Test because I always drove very fast
Why didn’t you use the brakes? he teased her.I reckon you might have passed.
I stopped the car and vowed never to drive again but now it is a problem with Stan  dead etc
Well, what time do you suggest? Shall I come earlier?
Why does he say that  ,she pondered
No, it will take ages to put all my clothes away.I can’t make up my mind what to wear.
Why not just copy Hilary Clinton?
I must not buy any more clothes.Shall I dress smartly? Or smart casual or unsmart?
I know, said Pete.Shut your eyes and pick up 3 things off the bed and then wear those.
Mary closed her eyes.When she opened them she had a pair of Arran legwarmers, a green silk shirt and a black pleated silk skirt.
I suppose if I wear my new long camel coat, the leg warmers will be hidden, she whispered.She took a bottle of dandruff shampoo and washed her light gold locks and then waxed her bikini line by mistake.
My goodness,  why and how did I ever think of doing that, she pondered ruefully?And in the winter who wears a bikini?
Dressed in her pure silk outfit, the legwarmers hidden under thigh high red leather boots, she created a buzz in the restaurant as she climbed in through the window followed by Pete in his yellow wool suit and green tie.
Why did you come in via the window, asked Tom McDonne, the former head of her maths department?
We didn’t see any doors, she cried gaily.And Mossad wants more women agents so I thought MI5 might like to see me.
Who is this Mossad, Tom asked?
It’s the Israeli intelligence service.You must have heard of them.
But they don’t want old people! Tom told her ignorantly
That’s why we came through the window, so if any spies are here they will see how agile I am still.And I still know what uncountable infinity is.Aleph, aleph.
Tom led them to a  long table.
Wow, it’s a log table Mary screamed.I’ve not seen one for years.
Well, with computers and such like we don’t really need them anymore, Tom revealed.
Are they real logs, she queried.
No, they are vinyl, the waiter admitted furtively.Easier to wash
Mother never washed my log tables, Mary told the men impudently.
Let’s order some food, Tom said, as they all sat down
I fancy the Polish Hussar Roast,  he admitted.
What has a Polish Hussar ever done to you, Mary asked?
Nothing yet but I live in hope
And so do all of us.

Try for a sort of controlled uncontrol,then.my dear, he murmured.

And here are Pandora’s socks, Professor Smith, quipped,as the female student in the front row fell asleep whilst sitting upright in a large armchair.
And I also have Achilles’ heel here.
Now for your project, I want you all to say Three Hail Mary’s.
A large bee stung my ass and I awoke and coughed up my soul onto the bed.
Get back inside, I cried.Keep me whole,give me oil,keep me churning.
Alright ,it muttered calmly.Don’t lose your head.
I have it well screwed on, I responded.
This is a surprise to see you.
Well, since Pandora lost her socks all the souls have been getting loose from their bodies.Women…why do they lose their socks so much?
After that,the doctor called.
Hi, he screamed.
For God’s sake, don’t do that, I shouted
I’m not dead you know..even though my blood pressure is zero.He smiled and handed me a blood sugar monitor.
Here you are,this will cure your pneumonia.
What about my new mania?
What is that?
I am interested in spirals…
Keep it under control.
The whole point of mania is to be out of control
Try for a sort of controlled uncontrol,then.my dear, he murmured.
What a clever idea, I told him.Goodbye
I swallowed the test kit and it cured the pneumonia immediately
That’s it ,folk

For Uni is apparently non -U.

Toilet is a word that’s still non U.
So think of this and ask where is the loo?
For we must not slip down the pole and freeze
Nor be betrayed by knocking of the knees.
Your children  go to Uni, you’re a prole
And semester’s   a nakedly  home goal
Do not let the guests  sit in your lounge
Nor ever use settees when feeling proud.
We called it the couch but we were down
Among the miners, wrong side  of the town
Never eat  your dinner at  midday
Never hold a rosary as you pray.
Do not mention semesters again
Former polytechnics use that name.
And if your son’s at Uni, call it U;
For Uni is apparently non -U.
Remember always  gay means queer as well
Keep your nerve   you may need it in Hell,

For most of us contain a living mind

Apparently, some people are surprised
The words we speak, the sentences  that bind
Language plays such a big part in our lives

Dedicated writing, like love, thrives,
For most of us contain a living mind
Apparently brilliant people are surprised

The problem’s when a woman is  a wife
When every day, she’s told she must be kind
Language plays such a  strange role in our lives

One day such a woman  takes a knife
And stabs the man who caused her facial lines
Apparently, all humanity’s surprised

So what is it that causes bitter strife?
She forgot to turn the water into wine?
Language plays the fool’s role in our lives

Let some forceless torture be derived
And with a rubber bullet make it plain
Nobody even noticed the surprise.

What if  Abel had got rid of  Cain?
Would we now be living in this pain?
It seems grave people are much less surprised
Language  is what makes us take our lives

 

Like the face of a new born daisy   

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 What was so wrong about asking
About your absence from this world
And trying to grab you back
holding onto your coat tail
Eternity’s long enough already
We don’t need your vapour trails.
Was it a wicked thing to do
As you floated so far away
To reach out to touch you once more
I admit I never knew you kept score.
When I beat you at chess so long ago
Were you already packing bags
to throw out the door?
I knew it was the real thing
But some men never do.
You have your expectations
And your tests and rules
But we never learned those
In our higher math schools.
We learned rigour and icy vision
We learned definition and precision.
But what use are they in loving
I didn’t know how to steer with no maps
You were off anyhow.
The orchestra stopped playing
When they saw the gap.
You can’t fly forever
But I do be leaving you.
In the circumstances
What else does a woman like me do?
You can smile and squeeze your eyes tight
Suck in those cheeks and hide your love.
What’s coming after you’s an eagle or a crow
Not a dove…it’s black I know
When you toss it all away then
Seems like it’s long past time
and emotion to call it a day.
Come again…..you must be crazy
Love is clear to me  now like the face of a new born daisy

 

I’d rather be in  Oxford eating deer.

I’m in my  very first seminar today
Semesters are ten weeks long. they say
In hall, we have  ten toilets and a lounge
We have our tea at 7 pm, I found.
I have an en-suite bathroom  and  TV
I watch stuff on my iPad , eerily
I am quite short of dough since I ‘ve just got
The latest wiPhone,no my credit’s shot
If I miss my tea, I’ll have  expense
Getting a delivery to this bench
Hey, I’m sitting in the park  it’s going dark
My speech is so non-U , I  must depart.
I never liked  this Uni anway
My girlfriend said she’ll sell me on eBay.
She said we’ll have to move to Lincolnshire
Grimsby is quite cheap, the fish are dire
The Ferry does not go to  Hull  these days
But since we have no car, I cannot wait
The Humber Bridge is where the North begins
We always have hot chips and greasy chins.
We write  more poems up here than you down there
Larkin is my Saviour,  now revered
I write with biros in an old scrapbook
Like Sylvia Plath’s,  a  journal money hooks.
I never write about a  poet here
I’d rather be in  Oxford eating deer.
I did PPE at Magdalen  by the Bridge
Until  my Dad turned up with an old fridge
He said, how do you do it, my dear son?
I never knew what sex was, Mother won!
Did no-one tell you what a wet dream was?
I think I must have  had one on the bus
Or am I just incontinent and mad
I said, just shut your gob, you are mi dad.
And Oxford is not suitable for me
They never use a teapot for our tea,
The profs all sit up there on that big stage
They call them Dons, but I feel quite enraged
For they have better food than we do right down here
The struggle of the workers is made clear.
Hierarchical, the power is  in their minds
As they stroll about Port Meadow speaking rhymes
I never got to swim off Magdalen Bridge
I’m at the Polytecnic  feeling rich.
There we have the blacks and the females
We meet people from Hong Kong and up the Dales.
The teachers eat in the same place as us
Workers re-united by our love.
And racially, the teachers are quite broad
Some are Greek and some live up the road
One is black and some are brown or green
The maths professor is a beauty Queen
We learned about Greek syllogisms last week
And paradigms are shifting as I speak.
As for Zero, it is really hard
The Indians invented it.Good Lord!

 

 

Unnoticed and unnamed, the tender dies.

Unnecessary cruelness spoils our lives.
Suffering,  quite avoidable, made real
Emanating from unconscious drives

Where is the self that thinks, reflects. decides,
Where the love that makes a sheltering shield?
Unnecessary cruelness spoils our lives

Where the humane feelings that should thrive
Where the strength to contain what we feel?
Unnoticed and unnamed, the tender dies.

The stifling of humanity implies
That psychopaths have   grasped the  steering wheel
Unnecessary cruelness  ruins lives

 

Before we speak or write, let’s watch our minds
Will our words bring cruelty, will they heal?
Not hearing, caring, tenderness will die.

 

Love must flow or kindness may congeal
Take notice of the bigot’s fearful zeal.
Unnecessary cruelness spoils our lives.
How control the inner reptile’s drives?

The pain and value of knowing we do wrong

I have been  wondering why the term sin has almost died out in our language and I think  for many of us who were brought up in a very strict version of Christianity it became too painful to think about it.We were made to feel ashamed  of our failures so much so that we abandon the whole idea of sin.We don’t know as children that it is very difficult to live without making mistakes and our emotions run away with us so that we hurt other children….But now looking at the world as it is,maybe it would be better of more adults admitted making dreadful mistakes.And we know  free will may not be as free as we think.But if we accept we do sin then it makes us more tolerant of others around us…If we were perfect it might make us self righteous and judgemental which to me seems a perversion of religion.Yet this is happening  in the world today.