Now that Trump has been elected leader of the nominally free world, democracy has jumped the shark. But absurdity is nothing new to Guantánamo – a place where peaceful hunger strikes (the last remaining form of protest for detainees) are renamed “non-religious fasts” and suicide is described as SIB – self-injurious behaviour, or “an act of asymmetrical warfare”. It’s a place where even books make the authorities uneasy – Crime and Punishment and Uncle Tom’s Cabin have been banned, along with Jack and the Beanstalk. Thankfully, Reprieve director Clive Stafford Smith is still allowed in – but his books are not (which he tells me is one of the few kindnesses the guards have shown to the prisoners).

Oh,Yale lock on my front door
Your ingenuity I adore.
You keep the thief from coming in
To steal the garbage from my bin.
To steal my husband’s radios
And other bits , I can’t say more.
I know we can have bolts as well.
Which came first, I dare not tell.
We had a Chubb ,I can now tell.
And a giant front doorbell.
It plays a dozen  different tunes
To frighten off that crescent moon.
So in my handbag I have keys
Asthma sprays for when I wheeze
GNT for heart attacks
And hankies in those dainty packs
Then , of course, I have my purse
Mobile phones which often curse.
I have lipstick, suncream,balm
A comb and toothpick  to add charm
So when I lock the big front door
I knee down to Yale.my door

http://www.literary-articles.com/2010/02/wordsworths-views-on-poetic-truth.html

Wordsworth’s Views on Poetic Truth

truthn

truːθ/

noun

noun: truth

1. the quality or state of being true.

   “he had to accept the truth of her accusation”

   synonyms:

   veracity, truthfulness, verity, sincerity, candour, honesty, genuineness; More

   antonyms:

   dishonesty, falsity

   • that which is true or in accordance with fact or reality.

     noun: the truth

     “tell me the truth”

     synonyms:

     the fact of the matter, what actually/really happened, the case, so; More

     antonyms:

     lies, fiction

   • a fact or belief that is accepted as true.

     plural noun: truths

     “the emergence of scientific truths”

     synonyms:

     fact, verity, certainty, certitude; More

     antonyms:

     lie, falsehood, old wives’ tale

Origin

Old English trīewth, trēowth ‘faithfulness, constancy’ (see true, -th²).

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https://www.reference.com/art-literature/poetry-important-d5cd854f0e4bec39#

“Finally, because the expressive boundaries of poetry are virtually unlimited, it is an excellent tool for encouraging students’ creativity and for exposing the aesthetically elastic boundaries of language.”

Oh tin bath dear I hold you very  dear
As by a hot coal fire, I wash my ear
Where Mum has got the water, I don’t know
As in the suds I sing  , I love you so.

For in the bath, our forebears also sang
As in the woods they lived with no broadband.
And after many years they  understood
They could talk   outside the bath of dirty mud.

It did not seem like dirt to  people then
As they were often travellers   with the pen
Cleanliness it relative, you see.
Some of us were brought up with grey knees.

But relaxation opens up our chords
And in the woods they bathed and sang like birds
Is it better shopping  the King’s Road
Or daubing all your family in blue woad?

As singing spreads the words each separate.
So every whispering can circulate.
After that,it’s voices in the head
And to asylums, we are swiftly  led

So if we  had stayed uncivilised ,unclean
Would our mental health have better been?
For if we do not speak in words and songs
The hidden voices would not make us wrong.

After all, who ever did decide
We are not allowed to hear from our inside?
Only words from  other  folk are sound
While voices in the head are cruelly blamed.

Far better to make friends with  voices all,
Than struggle through that boring shopping mall.
And don’t use power to label me as mad,
If looking at our world makes me feel sad.

Oh book on Wittgenstein, I love you so
As for the  hundredth time I go
Through  his strange life
And sacrifice
Of mental comfort and the power to know.

You were good value for money , I see.
For through two   near deaths you ‘ve helped me
My sister  took twice;
My husband seems thrice;
So per word it is  very near free.

Wittgenstein, the duty of genius by Ray Monk

In mathematics,  so they say it is often necessary
to use letters to represent quantities
of what
it could be in the beginning
if you took a Marxist  point of view
the  main use would be buying and selling

Or before that, painting goat boots
why should we bother with history
especially when I am making it up
I told my imagination full stop
later the Arabs
in their magnificent Empire had many great books
and it was after the tact of Constantinople  in 12215
that
The boats were rating from the library
by the Western Conquerors
and it was here that they discovered
what we know call algebra
that is using letters to represent unknown
quantities which one was trying to calculate
the Greeks, of course, had already made the greatest Discovery
which is the notion of Proof
although intriguingly they were giving
proofs of relationships which were already known
by for example the Egyptians but the Egyptians
Newnham bio experience of buildings
and it may help children learning mathematics
to know that it took human beings a very long time
to invent or discover it for example the  sign 4 0
was a much  harder development than the signs for 1 2 3 4 etc
because having a sign or symbol for nothing
is actually quite a sophisticated idea
I believe it was invented by Indian mathematicians
homes Sheringham
That we or not the most advanced sculpture in the world
all we have to wait for is the new Dark Ages
which will be arriving quite soon
Adidas did buy
Mr Donald Trump
did the Romans for c the Dark Ages
a poor vehicle that their Empire will continue forever
as they stood disconsolately on Hadrian’s Wall
using into the terrible land all the Scots have
10 Romans  have never tried then or now to
Walkabout
no everybody thinks that expansion will go on forever
Andover like the child maniac
her birthday balloon and weeping with fear
when it bursts as it must
and everything inevitably will do the phone
it seems perfectly logical to me
but economist do not say that end of sentence
airline economist don’t say that because they do not want 2 tell that
Poor children or grandchildren  will have less then we have

The owl can see with wide and narrow view
Focuses  both poets and artists know.
The broad sweep on the canvas makes a place
Where details and designs can have their space.

What God endowed the owl with such excess;
When all her progeny enjoy such   bliss?
 I think,where is the snake with frightening hiss?
What startling accident  created this?

Eagles,hawks and owls must kill to eat.
No blandishments nor kindness make them sweet.
What God could make an Eden this deceit;
Where lambs are snatched up while their mothers bleat

So God himself destroys to fill his leisure;
Such fearsome revelations show his measure

Can I download the internet onto an external hard drive?
I still can’t download a new microphone.
I’d like a free glass table too.Can it come down via a USB  cord?

I used Google docs Type Speech.I said, I haven’t really got angina ,but you’ll never guess what it typed.Well, you will but it’s a lie!
And when I said, I’m  almost a virgin,  the doctor said, how long will it take to really be one? Yet he’s  a doctor.What does that tell you?
So , maybe voice recognition is not always best,depending on who reads what you say.If you see what I speak.
I feel I am losing my mind with software.Still, it stops the arteries burning  down
I blame Google translate.

When I was a first-year student I had a very nice friend who had been to a very good school.We used to study together and at the end of the year, just before the exams she asked me a question.
It involved the Greek letter alpha  and the sign for infinity which looks like the number 8 lying on its side,
Alpha is open at one side, the sign for infinity is not.
I realised that all through the year she had thought they were the same.Much of what we did used these signs.So how had she  sat through lectures and seminars without understanding,
I feel a lot of children at school must be in a similar situation.It must be hard for them

How like a cell is my small cubicle
Here I dwell avoiding human kind.
For kind in  that phrase is not apt
When many humans lack mere tact.

When suffering deep within my souI,
In the  cubicle, I hide.
Till  love conspires to make me whole
And stands just by me,  side by side

The winter of the soul is hard
Yet spring must come  with the   small birds
Yet will I wither by grief jarred?
I do believe I shall be  cured.

For consolation comes from friends
Whose selfless love will never end.
May I  be such a friend to you,
And give my love to life anew.

https://home.isi.org/why-you-need-poetry

Quote:

While poetry engages your emotions it does so in a rational and structured way. Poetry is smart. It does a formal dance around the emotions and engages them while also engaging your brain. Emotion on its own is mere sentimentality. Emotion in classical poetry fuses the intellect with emotion in a high and noble human experience. – See more at: https://home.isi.org/why-you-need-poetry#sthash.gWzjV2Uo.dpuf

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dan-chelotti-/why-read-poetry_b_5227554.html

Quote:

Read poetry because the political and environmental realities make you weep and poetry can help. Poetry can help. Read poetry because it offers no answers, no advice, no cures, just understanding and love and timing. Read poetry because the world is more than the facts of the world. Read poetry because you don’t have enough mystery in your life and you want to become even more mysterious (re: attractive) than you are already are. Read poetry because you have poems in you that need to be written. Read poetry because birds, honeysuckle, lit windows, new shoes, walking outside, donuts, lipstick, fresh peaches, cocktails, kisses in the rain produce in you a feeling that you never want to lose, but you will, and the only thing you can do is pay better attention when the feeling comes again. And here it comes.

Oh, leather shoe from Hotter’s sale
At your beauty, grown men quail.
Far better than my vinyl pumps
Which made my feet grow big red lumps
In these shoes, no-one can see
My bunions, in God’s artistry.
When the sun shines winter low
I  see my  feet all bent a-glow
Although to doctors they’re deformed
In their curves are beauteous charms
Just as wrinkles in our skin
Look delightful coloured in.
As subjects for  computer art
Curves and wrinkles play a part.
They are microcosms, you see
Of the world in its glory.
Mountains worry not if bent;
Streams run blithely up to Dent.
There in a small natural pool
My husband swam to get more cool.
Meanwhile, I ran up the  road
Giving sheep the biscuit owed.
Then we  got into the car
As Dent is further than we were.
Oh leather shoes, you are my pride
And in all senses, you’re my  guide
May you last well and  glow bright.
If Dad was here ,you’d be his rite

http://www.theartsdesk.com/visual-arts/listed-poems-inspired-paintings

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2012/04/the-difference-between-poetry-and-prose/

Quote:

Prose is all about accumulation (a morality of work), while poetry as it is practised today, is about the isolation of feelings (an aesthetics of omission). Among other things, prose is principally an ethical project, while poetry is amoral, a tampering with truths which the world of prose (and its naturalistic approach to mimesis) takes for granted. Poetry creates its own truth, which at times is the same truth as the world’s, and sometimes not. Whatever the case, its mimesis is always a rearrangement, at a molecular level, of that axis between the “seen” and the “felt” (that coal chute which connects the childish eye to the Socratic heart), which, were it not for poetry, with its misguided elenchus, would remain obscured. In both classical and modern languages it is poetry that evolves first and is only much later followed by prose, as though in a language’s childhood, as in our own, poetry were the more efficient communicator of ideas