Elves needed
Author: Katherine
Poetry writer and author
Concert
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Please use the toilets in the interval.They make a loud noise when hot and embarrassed,that is to say Flushed
MENU
1.Ode to Annoy
2.Green Peeves.
3.The Lord is my Leopard
4.Harlot’s lemons for her hair.
5.You’re the only one for Tea.
6.I’m a believer,I can relieve her if I try.
7 The Dance of the Severn Whales
8.Tingle’s Cave.
9.The Swan of To-Inhale-Her
10.The Four Teasings.
After the interval I will give a short talk on Fossils and Paradox
Then the orchestra will play
11 You are my heart’s good night
12 Bark’s Preludes and Blurgs arranged for orchestra by Jo Mendellsdohn.
13 Hello Suites played by Paul Toblerone on his arpeggionne.
14.So you want the Moon to play with, sung by My Dad in Virtual Reality
All ruminations gracefully received
Tickets Free,Seats :£45 per person
.The Bar is open.
Cigarettes on sale for 1 hour only.
No joking in the Foyer by Order
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NOW THERE IS NO VERTICAL
When you struck me,I vibrated like a kettle drum,
then as smaller percussions and repercussions
echoing from all the glassy surfaces
creating a balletic geometry of sound tracks
in space and time.
When you knocked me down,
I fell against her and her and her;
we were like a row of skittles
and we all went down with the lifeboat;
The infinite chain of being is.
When you hit me,the Fall spread across the world
Now there is no Vertical
All is undivine and graceless.
By the Rod it’s ruled
When you left me,I left myself,the world,the rocks,dry land
I weighed down sank to the ocean bed
with coral eyes
gazing.
When you struck my mind
I became an instrument of a foreign power
Singing a song I didn’t know.
When the glass was smashed
the splinters flew into all our hearts.
You didn’t know what we couldn’t see.
I lay on barren ground and gave birth
To my own Creator in the desert
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That bloody bomb
When I was young and almost here
I had a problem with my fear.
My mother’d not known what to do
And I kept running to the loo
At last the doctor’s mind was clear
They sent me to a nuclear seer.
The man looked up, the man looked down
I’d never seen him in the town
He asked me if I had bad dreams
Or ruined my sleep with howls and screams
I never knew quite how to say:
The nuclear bomb might go astray.
They told us what to take inside
The nuclear shelter, where we’d hide
Tampax weren’t allowed as they
Might break our hymens on the way
So we had our bags of big pads
As seeing our blood ‘d dismay the lads
We must lie down in the hedgerows
But not day dream or take a doze.
In our mill towns we had no hedge
It was a metaphor I grudged.
Later, clutching bags of bloody cloths,
We would come out and see God’s wrath.
On the nuclear fires we’d burn
The sanitary towels society spurned.
I hope before the bomb comes back
The Bishops will permit some slack
For tampax are so small and neat
Our bin would have an odour sweet
We might be turned into grey ash
And our hymens all out-blast
We’d never know our clitoris
By a lover’s soft caress
So get together while you can
Before they drop that bloody bomb.
Most women have suffered from monthly menstrual bleeding with sometimes severe pain and also they have suffered in childbirth but many never enjoyed sex at all as they were taught nothing about their bodies.And without being aroused sex would be painful.I think it is easier for men to enjoy it but seeing their partner not keen might spoil their enjoyment
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Interpretation in the Oxford Dictionary
Definition of interpretation in English:
Interpretation
Pronunciation: /ɪntəːprɪˈteɪʃ(ə)n/
NOUN
1The action of explaining the meaning of something:
the interpretation of data
More example sentences Synonyms
1.1 [COUNT NOUN] An explanation or way of explaining:
this action is open to a number of interpretations
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1.2 [COUNT NOUN] A stylistic representation of a creative work or dramatic role:
his unique interpretation of the Liszt études
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Derivatives
interpretational
Pronunciation: /ɪnˌtəːprɪˈteɪʃ(ə)n(ə)l/
ADJECTIVE
Example sentences
Origin
Late Middle English: from Old French interpretation or Latin interpretatio(n-), from the verb interpretari (see interpret).
For editors and proofreaders
Line breaks: in¦ter¦pret|ation
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Confession for beginners
Pray Father ,sieve me your blessing
Where you raised a Catholic?
No,I was born one.
But where you baptised?
Wow,you are very nosy.
Well, in here there are no secrets
Well,I am a chef,you see.
Well I don’t see but I can imagine.
I have been away for 4 years in the maze.
In Northern Ireland?
No,in Saffron Walden
But that is only 2 dimensional.How could you spend so long in it
I’m a short straight line
We’re all equal now so don’t congratulate yourself.Are you real?
I believe so.But can I confess?
What have you done?
Poisoned Ivy.
With full consent?
No,she had no idea.
I mean did you consent wilfully?
I suppose so.
Well,go to the police.
She’s not dead.
Well,you’ll have to try harder next time.Only sinners can be saved
I always thought it was unfair
Hermeneutically, they think we all sin at times.
My name is not Eamon Yewtickally.
Never mind.Maybe when you come again it will be.
Will I come again?I thoughtChristians didn’t believe that.
It’s just a manner of speaking.
I expect more from a man of the cloth
I’m just a man of the paper now.
Are you a reporter?
I might be.What else have you done?
How much will you pay me?
That’s no way to talk to a Rabbi
But this is a Catholic church
I am standing in for Father Brown
Could he not get a Catholic?
Well,you see Jesus was a Jew, so it’s all ok.
Don’t you feel annoyed?
What about?
Jesus ruining your lives.
We all like arguing but he did take it a bit further than planned
Who planned it?
Zadok the priest.
Was he a Catholic?
No, the Church didn’t exist till after Paul of Tarsus.
Well,while I am here let me say I have never been anti-Semitic
Well, any other sins?
You can’t give me absolutiont?
I can aim my water pistol at you!
What would Jesus say?
He never mentioned confession.
So who invented it?
Augustine the Hippo wrote abook called Confessions
You’d have to be very self confident to publish your sins.I jusy blog mine.
And how does that make you feel?
Not how,who.
Who was it?
A very nice old woman.
Well better look next time.
Next time! How about my firm purpose of amendment?
It’s gone with the sinned
And my penance?
Go thou and sin no more
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Hermeneutics
Definition of hermeneutic in English
Pronunciation: /ˌhəːmɪˈnjuːtɪk/
ADJECTIVE
A method or theory of interpretation
DhermeneuticalADJECTIVE
hermeneutically
Origin
Late 17th century: from Greek hermēneutikos, from hermēneuein ‘interpret’.
Definition of hermeneutic in:
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He was a pan with a lid on
My lover was a little elusive
I never knew where he would be
He never said,come to bed
I have no thoughts in my head
He just disappeared,woe is me.
My lover was as elusive as raindrops
He was here but he evaporated at once
He was a pan with a lid on,
A seat not to sit on.
Until he decided to pounce.
He was elusive on the Sabbath, divinely
For he preferred Greek Orthodox
He suffered the Evangelicals
So potent as Oracles
And he liked Jews with those strange Russian locks.
I wonder why he ever got married
As he preferred to have sex in his head
He fantasized every day
Told me when he was feeling gray.
Then got laid with me here on the bed.
I guess he liked spreading confusion
And being unusual in taste.
He went to the lavatory
As it was mandatory
Then admired my hermeneutics and waist
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What is allusion in poetry?
“Allusion Definition
Allusion is a brief and indirect reference to a person, place, thing or idea of historical, cultural, literary or political significance. It does not describe in detail the person or thing to which it refers. It is just a passing comment and the writer expects the reader to possess enough knowledge to spot the allusion and grasp its importance in a text.
For instance, you make a literary allusion the moment you say, “I do not approve of this quixotic idea,” Quixotic means stupid and impractical derived from Cervantes’s “Don Quixote”, a story of a foolish knight and his misadventures.
Allusion Examples in Everyday Speech
The use allusions are not confined to literature alone. Their occurrence is fairly common in our daily speech. Look at some common allusion examples in everyday life:
- “Don’t act like a Romeo in front of her.” – “Romeo” is a reference to Shakespeare’s Romeo, a passionate lover of Juliet, in “Romeo and Juliet”.
- The rise in poverty will unlock the Pandora’s box of crimes. – This is an allusion to one of Greek Mythology’s origin myth, “Pandora’s box”.
- “This place is like a Garden of Eden.” – This is a biblical allusion to the “garden of God” in the Book of Genesis.
- “Hey! Guess who the new Newton of our school is?” – “Newton”, means a genius student, alludes to a famous scientist Isaac Newton.
- “Stop acting like my ex-husband please.” – Apart from scholarly allusions we refer to common people and places in our speech.”
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Do not leave me
Do not leave me for the desolate grave.
Do not leave me here when you are gone
Do not leave me to whom love you gave
Do not leave me
My tender arms, I stroke and gently bathe
To soothe my mind , when near me there is none.
Do not leave me for the desolate grave
Do not leave me
For our humorous love ,I ever crave
A founding ground we have built upon
Do not leave me to whom love you gave
Do not leave me
A sorrow deep convulses like a wave
Washes me of hope, of memories done
Yet do not leave me for the desolate grave.
Do not leave me
I love not the charisma of men suave
I love your voice and all our passion spun
Never leave me to whom love you gave
Never leave me.
In my heart, your name shall be engraved
In my mind, you circle like the sun
Do not leave me for your desolate grave
Do not leave me for death’s dark embrace~
That dark embrace
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Americans are so polite about lavatories………………….Rest Rooms!
We get the impression it’s a very tough place but they do like euphemisms.As for the nuts,what does that mean?
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When we begin
When we begin the slow descent to age
From that peak or maximum of strength
We notice nothing as it has no length
So feel no need to cry or scream in rage
When we begin.
The ” writing on the wall” is on the page.
The well off sink in angst, the workless tense;
We’ve lost our youth, our mind looks for defence
Then we begin the slow descent of age.
Then we begin.
The music that we hum is a slow dirge
An elegy falls from every pen to page
I do not feel it’s good that we should rage
But gently take the shroud of silk or serge
As in the living earth we all shall merge.
Then life begins again
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Poincare, a human bee
http://www.storyofmathematics.com/19th_poincare.html
Henri Poincaré
Henri Poincaré (1854-1912)
Poincaré deliberately cultivated a work habit that has been compared to a bee flying from flower to flower. He observed a strict work regime of 2 hours of work in the morning and two hours in the early evening, with the intervening time left for his subconscious to carry on working on the problem in the hope of a flash of inspiration. He was a great believer in intuition, and claimed that “it is by logic that we prove, but by intuition that we discover”
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Minister for Reign
Theresa May
Went to say
Tougher than man
I’ll drop that bomb.
Boris is Foreign
Minister for rain.
If it pours
Shut the door.
Owen Smith
Who’s he with?
I never heard of him
Should I be scared of him?
Jeremy Corbyn
Needs a new warning
Socialism’s out?
What is Labour about?
Political animals
Are often criminals
No-one can jail ’em
And no-one can play with ’em
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As false as Vietnam
- As false as Vietnam
As good as they come - As happy as the very
- As comic as the day he was stung,
- As corny as a ribald tomcat,
- Massive!What if?
- As green as man-made custard.Bird’s try!
- Lost out?Then pluck could save you.
- As many calls as a pioneers’ phone book,
- So old,yet he fused with her
So cold but was amused by her. - As divine as the rose of your grace
- As fine as the clothes we misplaced
As misaligned as the books on the page - Displeased by hunch, he drowned her horrors.
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The referendum
David Cameron
Got a hammering
The referendum
Sorta bent him.
Boris Johnson
Always wants some
Maybe women
Keep ’em coming
Maybe power
He’s missed the hour.
Two roads diverged
Gove emerged
Stabbed Boris’ back
Went off track.
Gove is finished
Boris diminished
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Too much light
Too much light blinds eyes that outward gaze
We cannot see, like Paul on Tarsus Road.
The mystery ‘s inherent in the code.
When we come to parting of the ways
Too much light blinds.
Not a choice of two roads but a maze
With no sat nav or answer to download
Where shall we be at the ending of the days?
What mystery,what horror may unfold
As we stumble through the rubble, by fear crazed
Too much light blinds
As with the whores of Babylon we laze
Don’t we feel a touch of icy cold?
Has the winsome moon become too bold?
Armageddon beckons , who obeys?
Too much light blinds
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As being Catholic was a sin
Good Queen Bess
Felt a bit of regret
As she beheaded her cousin
And another few dozen.
Queen Mary burned
Heretics spurned
So was Jesus pleased
As they crackled and wheezed.
Burning our foes
Brings further woes.
The Hanoverians were brought in
As being Catholic was a sin
Claimants to the throne
Have had life postponed.
Queen Victoria had sex
When dear Albert was vexed
So she provoked him each day
As she sure liked to play.
Their children ruled Europe
Until no one could endure it
The Kaiser made war
And irritated the Tsar.
Empires laid waste
Jews were deemed base.
These studious good folk
Later sent up in smoke.
God read the signs
And black was his mind.
Jesus loved sinners
So are the Nazis the winners?
It’s bloody confusin’
And negates amusin’
Original sin
Can we ever try again?
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Sylvia
This green country’s the home of many wild
The garden’s now a Wood ,where dwell three wolves
The maple red is now the president
And all the laws and rules have been devolved
For the sake of all the residents
This green country gives heart like mine no grief
For hidden are the houses standing near
And as the wolves dance, I watch with relief
As ants and beetles stand around and stare
For wolves are never seen in suburbs tame
And maples are at home in foreign lands
It may be that the satyrs play new games
And smuggle in some creatures contraband.
Let explanations die their long due death.
Let’s lose our minds and dance in happiness.
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Clerihew?
Henry Moore
Sketcher of war
Sculptures massed
No gas masks
Underground shelters
Where people felt it
Picasso’s blue
Gave life new woo.
I like his drawing
So utterly awing.
My legs gave way
What can I say?
Clerihew today?
Do it your way.
Sonnets are posher
And also kosher
Say it wrong
Cat bit my tongue
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PMs
Neville Chamberlain
A political stain.
He thought Hitler
Was someone littler.
Winston Churchill
Liked to lie still
He had a black dog
To guide him through war’s smog
Clement Attlee’s
Home was cat free.
It’s a funny name
But he was a great man,all the same.
Anthony Eden
Was misleading
He started a war
Not sure what for.
Harold McMillan
Is very unlike Bob Dylan
He kept his cool
And knived the fools
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Rage
A force far deeper than our anger Elemental as a storm Annihilating all before it Terror makes our rage perform This force thinking self is threatened Runs to rise and to protect, Most murderous when we’re most alarmed Rage an enemy detects. Over-riding other feelings Depriving of the power to think Like a nuclear tsunami Disconnecting human links. Reddened vision,focused,narrow; Eyes locked onto enemy’s All the wider context losing, Wipes out our good memories Like a mother tiger fighting, And the cornered eagle’s force; We will destroy what we think other Without bitter,pained remorse. Nature made such to protect us; Yet our perception can be wrong. Once the flood of feeling takes us All reflections seems too long Later, if we see our victims, Will we know that we have erred? For hate deceives ourselves and others When our inmost terror’s bared. How can we step back and ponder, See life from a wider view? How can we become less blinded, So we see our world anew? Succumb not to final despond Succumb not black despair. Often there are those who see. Often there are those that care. Tempered by reflective wisdom Rage can change when understood. When we find another being Who helpd contain our frightful flood.
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A different drummer
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. Henry David Thoreau
Read more at: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/h/henry_david_thoreau.html
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In deep now,turn off that light
I’m in deep now,never been this deep before
The world’s hollow like a shell and I’m out its door.
In so deep, the ocean has its own startled floor.
I’m down,down.down.never been so dark , so more
I can’t rightly tell how I got where I am
I think I had an accident,fell over, then I swam.
Sometimes it’s a loss, be times it’s my man.
I guess I have to stay till my time is done
I don’t know if the joy is worth the pain
Would I choose to relive it , if I was born again?
The dark joy is the amazing gain.
But the sorrow is damn sad, let’s admit it plain.
I’m in deep and it’s over my head
What was I thinking of,when I fell out of that bed?
I look up and the sea’s so turquoise like that mist is red
When we get good and mad and wish some loon was dead.
At first, it was all just black,black pain
But from the bottom of the well, I looked up with awed love again.
That’s when I recalled,feelings are plain and sane.
Joy is much greater when we’re in the danger zone.
I dunno if I’m ever comin’ out.
We can’t control it,ain’t that what life’s all about?
I’ll never love with innocence again,nor not feel doubt.
But I’m no teapot and the devil ain’t got my spout.
I’m swimming and the ocean’s so mysteriously bright
Down here we don’t have no day nor no night
Fish nudge me with big grins and teeth white
Sea flowers fondle me and whisper,turn off that light
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Freud
Ronald Laing
Said he rang
I split him off
Cos I felt rough.
Wilfred Bion
Liked his iron
An odd name
Eckhart changed.
Melanie Klein
A tough spine.
She blamed the child
For being genetically wild
Anna Freud
Was self employed
Doing analysis
For folk with paralysis.
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Books etc
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One third of the vicctims killed in terror attack in Nice were Muslims
The New York TimesMore than one-third of the people killed in the Nice truck attack were Muslim http://nyti.ms/29M93Ov
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Descartes
Rene Descartes
Split us apart
Body and Mind
So unkind.
He said,I think
Therefore I am.
I wink
I am a lamb
The body’s a machine
Quite obscene
I can’t love when you are mean
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Pascal
Blaise Pascal
No rascal
Lay in bed
His thoughts to thread.
Blaise Pascal
Was my pal
My heart ‘s no reason
For treason.
Blaise Pascal
Formidable
Number played
Where ere he laid
