https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/triolet-poetic-form

“Though some employed the triolet as a vehicle for light or humorous themes,Thomas Hardy recognized the possibilities for melancholy and seriousness, if the repetition could be skillfully employed to mark a shift in the meaning of repeated lines.

In “How Great My Grief,” Hardy displays both his mastery of the triolet and the potency of the form:

     How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
—Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Not memory shaped old times anew,
Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee?

The first line, “How great my grief, my joys how few,” is, in its two subsequent appearances, modified by the movement of time in the poem. Initially, the line assumes a declarative position, indicating the subject and tone of the poem, one of grief and love lost. By its third iteration, after several queries to the person being addressed, the line takes on the added weight of the speaker’s astonished grief that the addressee has not, despite the years, recognized the speaker’s profound sense of loss.”

In the heart of a violin, there’s a flame
It was lit by the  ache of desire.
Electric  those gold stricken wires
Who plays loud the sound of your name?

In the heart of the  love, there’s a space
Where music’s  condemned by the moon
Where dancers will dance to their doom
In our   timelesss and freezing embrace.

In the heart of the man there’s a gap
Where the love cannot reach ,though  he try,
Near untouchable  bliss he might die
As photographers beam in their snaps

From reading the previous post and reflecting,it seems that we see people as separate and uniquely responsible for their state of being.Hence getting to be more aware of our unconscious mind is good for us
But what about all the facts we don’t know about the external world?How people can be destroyed by  war,riot,earthquake,flood and wild  animals.How we are injured by economic  theories and practices we do not understand or even know of.Politics,wars,loss of confidence in the economy
I accept that in some ways we can be our own worst enemy but even the most aware loving good person can be injured by fact ors quite beyond their control
I once asked two friends who are psychoanalysts whether they took people’s economic situation into account and was told it was not relevant.I realise now that unless you are quite well to do you can’t afford psychoanalysis.I read lately of a woman writer who was badly blocked.After 4 sessions a week for 8-9 years she was much better.I can’t understand how most people could afford that.And  it’s a long time to spend  before getting very far.Admittedly she did publish a book after 2 years but unless it was a best seller would that giver her a viable lifestyle
Or is it just that only rich people attend in such a full manner?The time factor too, if you had children or another job would be tough.Unless you live next door to the  analyst!

Could it be that many people have  emotional problems but the wealthy or highly educated have more access to this kind of support.Poorer people may have good support  from family and friends emotionally  but sometimes it’s the family which is the problem.
Are there no methods of improvement which are available to the average person?
I suppose learning relaxation techniques,eating well,exercise,music ,poetry can help
I was very moved by an article which said that having even just one trustworthy friend is enough to keep us sane.

Sometimes  keeping quiet about your problem  except to a very close friend is best if it is potentially very  distressing to others..lady admitted to hospital in the USA said she kept telling folk about the dead bodies she saw in the street.Her treatment was to stop telling people.It worked, she was able to live independently again.I suppose it is unfashionable now but maintaining your own privacy might be a very good thing.The same psychiatrist used to ask new patients,Whom have you annoyed to get sent in  here?
In other words, you might be seriously disturbed but have lots of support and loads of money  and then recover.But with no support, a mild disturbance might lead to being sent  into a  hospital.And it is not very good in England where little money is spent on such things.You might lose your job and in the current economic climate  that would be a major blow.So one might get the revolving door scenario.You might end up living rough as well.And if you live in certain parts of the world your horrible life might be totally out of your own control.Many children in Gaza  have lost the will to live.That mustbe so in many other places too.

https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/evil-deeds/201201/essential-secrets-psychotherapy-the-healing-power-clinical-wisdom-part-one

Humor Writing Basics (& a List of Funny Words)

FIND WORDS WITH MULTIPLE MEANINGS

The double entendre is a comedy staple, one that’s all about word choice. Country music song titles often use this device. Consider the songs “If I Said You Had a Beautiful Body, Would You Hold It Against Me?” and “Crystal, I Can See Through You.”

In the first example, “hold it against me” can refer to either “beautiful body” or the statement “you have a beautiful body.” The second example is more of a pun

It’s coarse for the loose to give a source for the slander.
There’s many a slip fixed up by  some lip.
One bore  is a bitch and one is a whore.
Many  a man saves sites  to lurk.
He was struck in the  balls,grim.
There’s never a seed to mythologise.
When women creak, men should falter.
What a pity our  arms and legs don’t unscrew  when  unneeded.
There is never a need for a double negative,not ever.
Many cliches are useful when life becomes a cliche.

It’s so hard being a real lady,I feel I have tried my best
I bought myself new makeup, lipstick and a thermal vest
But I feel there’s something lacking, my deodorant does not work
I used to love  that pink Innoxa, now it’s Dove which I can’t shirk
First, we  have to do our faces,with abrasive wash to  clean those pores
When I took another Selfie,I knew that it would take ten hours
Then we have to soak our bodies in a bath of perfumed silk
As we drowse in lovely reverie, someone shouts, drat where’s the milk?
Surely that can’t be my husband for he never shouts at all
If he does he will regret it, God  knows I shall not play ball
When  I’m really clean and  perfumed,I  put on a brand new dress
When he sees me in the doorway, he calls, what a bloody mess.
What do you mean my darling angel, to whom are you shouting that
He said,it’s your  nylon wig,my sweetheart,it is just like Trump’s doormat.
Well,I never did my hair yet,I took so long getting  clean
He said,I prefer you dirty, and your hair wild as a  scream.
Well,I should have asked him,before I spent 500 pounds
I bought all that Boots can offer, and some more around the town.
So I’ll never  be a lady and he’ll never be a lord
I’ll wear makeup in the kitchen and grime  for love in bed.
I can’t waste my money ,I’ll wear Dove during the day
Then I’ll sweat with dark emotion when  my husband wants to play

How to Be a Writer: 10 Tips from Rebecca Solnit

“Find a vocation. Talent is overrated, and it is usually conflated with nice style. Passion, vocation, vision, and dedication are rarer, and they will get you through the rough spots in your style when your style won’t give you a reason to get up in the morning and stare at the manuscript for the hundredth day in a row or even give you a compelling subject to write about. If you’re not passionate about writing and about the world and the things in it you’re writing about, then why are you writing? It starts with passion even before it starts with words. You want to read people who are wise, deep, wild, kind, committed, insightful, attentive; you want to be those people. I am all for style, but only in service of vision.”

My foundation’s cool vanilla
And my lipstick is pink willow
I’ve been shopping autumn makeup in the store
I cannot wear mascara
In case it says,how are ye’ ?
In any case, I can’t see much any more.
So I have to get assistance
Despite my strong resistance
The assistant is examining all my pores.
Is your skin quite oily?
She questions me adroitly
Till my knees sag and I fall  down on the floor.
They shout,are you ok,dear?
I gather that the Lord’s here.
He has come to take me up to Heaven’s door.
I  won’t need Cool Vanilla
I’ll never look like Queen Camilla
But my  face will wear a smile from ear to  ear.
I shall die here in Cosmetics
I know I’m no ascetic
But with Sweet Jesus, I shall know no fear

“Love as if you would one day hate,
and hate as if you would one day love.” – Bias (6th Century B.C.)

http://www.eurozine.com/articles/2012-03-20-rattansi-en.html

Wholly here in   trust of the unknown
A trust   wholly impossible to  man
So Jesus  cried out  in his state forlorn
Unknowing and uncertain, he began.

Who can tell us what the cost may be?
Our open eyes may  let in bleak despair
Who can  say that  love’s a refugee?
Our open eyes may see the Light shine where?

How we  draw our lifelines   sharp and black
When watercolor may be nearer truth.
A puzzle, steel, mechanical, might crack
And leave us  helpless , buried in  our ruth.

Who has got the courage when alone?
Which of us will roll away the stone?

This is interesting because Meister Eckhart used this phrase in discussing mysticism a long time before Bion used it.

http://www.iep.utm.edu/eckhart/
I like it because we are often so caught up in our desires we hardly notice the Other even when listening to them.

There is always a ..belief that by destroying the thing that we love we destroy our needs

What Is Poetry

John Ashbery

The medieval town, with frieze
Of boy scouts from Nagoya? The snow

That came when we wanted it to snow?
Beautiful images? Trying to avoid

Ideas, as in this poem? But we
Go back to them as to a wife, leaving

The mistress we desire? Now they
Will have to believe it

As we believed it. In school
All the thought got combed out:

What was left was like a field.
Shut your eyes, and you can feel it for miles around.

Now open them on a thin vertical path.
It might give us–what?–some flowers soon?

A  triolet can act as a device
That stops the flood of feeling  drowning  all
If it   embeds a phrase  for wiser eyes.
A  triolet can act  when well contrived
To measure out right feelings in  due size
Then we are  sheltered from  apocalyptic falls
A  triolet’s a  poem , a    rhymed device
To contain the flood of feelings which appalls.

http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/10/17/leonard-cohen-makes-it-darker

I lie back in the weather-proofed green chair
To gaze up at the flowering maple tree.
Now, touched by sun,lungs full of scented air
I embrace with joy the beauty I now see.

Old celandine show brightly by my feet
Neglected currant bushes straggle round the path
There is no birdsong yet a silence sweet
Soothes my heart and quietens my wrath.

For my heart's sore and anguished is my mind
Yet in this little wood I feel deep calm.
My eyes are shadowed and my face is lined.
May this green spring bring me a gentle balm.

For even in depression and deep grief,
The mind makes healing medicine of a leaf.

 I thought I'd write some poetry,
Though my thinking was too blind.
So I called into the Ideas Library
To see what I could find.

I looked through rows of new ideas
but none of them appealed,
I turned and tripped and banged my head,
where ideas can be concealed.

If you bang your head extremely hard
You really do see stars.
but don't do this to loosen thoughts,
It's the riskiest method by far 

I spent the night in hospital,
Awakened every hour
I was advised to watch my step
And avoid the Ideas Tower.

I wonder if there is a shop
Where ideas and dreams are sold?
For just a small expenditure,
Put your creative mind on hold.

But if you can't afford to pay
The library is still there.
Just look around and use your mind.
Ideas are everywhere.

The interaction of the world
With vision,thought and mind,
Produces many new ideas.
Those who seek shall find.Idea

http://www.openculture.com/2016/10/hear-raymond-chandler-ian-fleming-talk-with-one-another-in-rare-1958-audio.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+OpenCulture+%28Open+Culture%29