Carl Jung,who at one time was Freud’s favourite follower,met his first non-European in New Mexico.Ochwiay Biano was chief of the Taos Pueblos.He told Jung they could see the whited were all mad simply by looking at their faces.
Jung asked him why they were mad
They think with their heads,was the reply from Mountain Lake [ English translation of his n ame]
Why,of course,said Jung.What do you think with?
We think here,he was told,and the chief pointed to his heart.
The New Mexicans had never been influenced by Descartes who split the mind and body.
Since then the split off intellect is the mode of many philosphers and we see where it has led.

Faces

On the value of creative writing degrees/courses

Anna Hope (c) Jonathan Greet

http://www.oxfordtoday.ox.ac.uk/opinion/can-great-writing-be-taught#

Was this a good photo to use of this author?She looks too lacking in confidence to .Maybe the angle of the camera.She looks hopeful but not sure of herself.

Who knew it

Wittgenstein was the poet who knew it
can’t be said without the words to say it.

We acknowledge

As we come nearer,
I feel your warmth.
Warmth draws me in
I see you here.
We touch each other tenderly.
Your hand
on my face,
on my skin,
acknowledges my being.
At this boundary of my world and yours,
we touch.
I feel that peaceful breath,
the spirit,the wholeness of the flesh.
Touching gently,
we acknowledge the Otherness
the holiness of life itself,
in the form of the Beloved.

The cooing doves

The cooing of doves
In this humid heat of June
Reminds me of days with you.

The M25
Makes a circle round London
Beyond that are fields.

In a green valley
Near the home of Henry Moore
The river murmured.

We drove through a ford
With your mother and father
That still thrills me.

But not one of you
Can share that memory now
Dad went the first

How he loved the shed
In Henry Moore’s big garden
Full of shells and rocks

The shed’s clear window
Showed a sheep track up a hill
Green,now far away.

Little miracles
In his last stay in our home
National Garden Day.

He made me chuckle
As he wandered down ginnels
While Mother went,Tch.

We used to lose him
But usually he turned up
Until the last time.

They went to London
Then ate in Swan and Edgars
Stories to take home.

You were like he was
Funny,kind and wandering
Off the beaten track.

I knew I’d lose you.
But that made no difference
To my sorrowing.

Now I recall you
To save these sweet memories
And to answer me.

How will you cry out?
Would you send a ringed dove
To coo from my tree?

Flashes of light in a vacuum

“Quantum physics explains that there are limits to how precisely one can know the properties of the most basic units of matter—for instance, one can never absolutely know a particle’s position and momentum at the same time. One bizarre consequence of this uncertainty is that a vacuum is never completely empty, but instead buzzes with so-called “virtual particles” that constantly wink into and out of existence.”

http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/something-from-nothing-vacuum-can-yield-flashes-of-light/

New eyes

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It is not important how many journeys we make but that we make the same journey with new eyes

Marcel Proust

A very interesting book review

http://www.lrb.co.uk/v35/n21/andrew-ohagan/the-reviewers-song

Beware the man

No woman ever can be what he dreams

Nor can such give comfort on the road.

Yet every night he plots and thinks and schemes.

And rarely does he ever go abroad.

No food he eats will satisfy his tongue.

The best wine is as naught to mother’s milk.

He grumbles and will not admit to wrong.

I ‘ve known more men than him of this same ilk.

No bed can be the right one for his sleep.

No sheets and pillows suit his wary skin.

He often has made gentle maidens weep

Crying out they’are fat or boney thin.’

Beware the man who never can adapt

For in own lone wishes he is trapped

Mary buys a dummy

New cats today

While Mary sat in the kitchen on a large pine chair looking at Hotter’s latest shoe catalogue,Annie was creeping up the garden path in a pair of turquoise suede elegantly heeled shoes matching her teal tencel culottes and matching blouse.Round her neck was a large lump of amber on a gold chain handy for beating off muggers or lustful men
Despite the heat she was in full splendour with golden beige tinted moisturiser from Langone of Lyons on her lovely complexion,pink eyeshadow from Yves St Current and dark brown boot polish as her mascara had run out and she’d not been out for a while to buy more
Annie ran the last few yards and darted like an eel into Mary’s 1970’s kitchen.
What on earth are you doing,dear? Mary asked her.Those shoes look unsuitable for leading anyone up the garden path.Mind you,I do like them
Oh,I’ll explain,Annie said huskily.
I told that therapist across the road I was living with you.
What exactly do you mean by living,Mary asked anxiously.
Well,he said yesterday that anyone who lives alone must be lacking in some way.Except for him of course as he had full analysis with Alfred Zion.
You mean Wilfred Bion,Mary told her.
Zion,Bion,what’s the difference?
It shows your lack of education,Mary told her.Not that education nowadays makes much difference when almost anyone can get a 1st or 2.1.After all would you pay £90,000 for a third class degree in Aeronautical Engineering?
That’s not quite what I would have done, said Annie.A degree in flirtation and pleasing men would be more up my street.And cooking of course although I once did have an interest in Hebrew and Aramaic.
It’s not a way to progress in a neo-liberal economy,although reading the Hebrew Bible is always interesting.Personally I prefer that to the New Vex-a man.The stories,the love songs,the action.Mary’s round eyes gleamed with intellectual life and a bit of languorous lust
How about God? Annie asked her.
He seems to have changed as he related to his people.But he was a friend despite being an abstract concept.Though one could hardly call him a concept as he is inconceivable.
Mary’s voice faltered as she was stunned by her own articulacy and wondered what she might say next that could offend millions around the globe.
You should write a book,Annie said kindly.
I think I am ill-equipped to write about God.And ,also ,I am saddened to see how his own people have been treated.I can’t dwell on it over much as I already feel weak and weepy.
Why what have you been doing,asked Annie.
I have been sorting out clothes to give to the hospice shop. I’ve got a big bag
full already and 2 bags of newspapers and rubbish of various kinds which somehow creeps into my bedroom… tissues,cotton wool, old hairbrushes.I am hoping to get it nice and neat before my sister comes to see me in August.And no doubt she will not be happy even then.She’d like me to buy a small new house with a lovely bathroom and kitchen. But I don’t want to leave my neighbours behind.If I won the lottery I could get the neighbours to move as well.Love thy neighbour etc
And now I realise I have far too many pans despite burning several.But it’s a big decision for a woman who was famed for entertaining friends with scorching Beef Vindaloo and lemon mousse that tasted like rubber.Giving that up is a big wrench.
Why can’t you carry on, asked Annie.
Carrying on is precisely why I can’t do it.Now I am a widow the wives of my former colleagues and my own women friends are afraid I will steal their husbands.
Emile miaowed in ecstasy as any talk about the love lives of his family were always intriguing.He was hiding as usual behind the stone flour bin.
Don’t you see,said Annie.If we pretend we are living together then you can mingle with men without suspicion.
This is beginning to sound like a spy story,Mary told her.And do not drag me into a character part in the play based on your romantic love for that psychoanalyst.
He looks ugly and boring to me.
Oh,that’s just a projection,Annie told her.You are defending yourself against acknowledging how much you long to lie in his arms and let him smother you in kisses.
Well,said Mary,I see you have been reading Freud for beginners again.
Or is it Freud for Dummies?
Mary recalled how nice her dummy used to taste when it was dipped into a jar of malt and codliver oil.Maybe that is the answer,she thought.
I’m going to Mothercare,she called as she ran out of the house in her green trainers and denim trouser suit.See you later.
Annie sat in the kitchen wondering how soon she could see the psychoanalyst again without being accused of sexual harassment.Even old age has not deterred her from seeking a replacement for dear old Stan.A few tears ran down her cheek and Emile jumped out and sat on her knee.

And changed history

How could a culture
Built on Nero’s ruined Rome
Be kind to strangers?

How could Yeshua
Be rehomed in the Vatican
And remain unchanged?

Yeshua’s people?
Shall these bones live ,shall they die?
It is cast,They’re gone.

A butterfly’s wing
Suffered a small detachment
And changed history.

A common word displays its origins

ADJECTIVE

ˈadʒɪktɪv/

noun

GRAMMAR

noun: adjective; plural noun: adjectives

a word naming an attribute of a noun, such as sweet, red, or technical.

Origin

late Middle English: from Old French adjectif, -ive, from Latin adject- ‘added’, from the verb adicere, from ad- ‘towards’ + jacere ‘throw’. The term was originally used in the phrase noun adjective, translating Latin nomen adjectivum, a translation of Greek onoma epitheton ‘attributive name’.

The museum shuts

The man made of wood
Grew branches, twigs and leaves
Will he come to bud?

She did not notice
Treated him like a real man
They were well rooted.

She bore him a child
Fertilised by his flowers
The child was human.

A canopy hung
From branch to branch making safe
A home and shelter.

Later he appeared
In the Middle East and was
Hung from his father.

Torture was sacred
And his father was defiled.
He began to burn.

A red flame shrieked .
A child drew butterflies.
They are in Prague now.

The little children
Their huge eyes and anxious trust
Oh, mother,father.

All burn evermore
In the black mind of Europe
The height of culture.

Their eyes,close their eyes.
Let them not look out at us
From the photographs

When we celebrate
We deck the halls with holly
The Museum shuts.

As the lights go out
Remember, men like to fight.
And holly draws blood

No man can touch her heart nor bring her bliss

No man can woo her or bestow a kiss
Nor even help her opening the door.
For with her cruel tongue she ne’er can miss.
Her epithets will knock him to the floor.

No man caresses her in warmth of night
Nor brings her tea and comfort when she’s sick.
She puts them off by always being right
And giving answers far too sly and quick.

No man can puzzle out what he’s done wrong
No man can cut the wire that binds her heart.
Yet now and then they hear a wistful song…
And think they see black demons swift depart..

Beware such women as they are accursed…
For never by Love’s touch have they been blessed

Mode,the meaning

mode

məʊd/

noun

noun: mode; plural noun: modes

a way or manner in which something occurs or is experienced, expressed, or done.

“his preferred mode of travel was a kayak”

synonyms:

manner, way, fashion, means, method, system, style, approach,technique, procedure, process, methodology, modus operandi, form,routine, practice

“an extremely informal mode of policing”

an option allowing a change in the method of operation of a device, especially a camera.

“a camcorder in automatic mode“

synonyms: function, position, operation, role, capacity

“with the camera in manual mode you can zoom in fast”
COMPUTING

a way of operating or using a system.

“some computers provide several so-called processor modes”
PHYSICS

any of the distinct kinds or patterns of vibration of an oscillating system.
LOGIC

the character of a modal proposition (whether necessary, contingent, possible, or impossible).
LOGIC GRAMMAR

another term for mood².

2.

a fashion or style in clothes, art, literature, etc.

“in the Seventies the mode for active wear took hold”

synonyms: fashion, vogue, current/latest style, style, look, trend, latest thing, latest taste; More
3.

STATISTICS

the value that occurs most frequently in a given set of data.
4.

MUSIC

a set of musical notes forming a scale and from which melodies and harmonies are constructed.

Origin

late Middle English (in the musical and grammatical senses): from Latin modus ‘measure’, from an Indo-European root shared by mete¹; compare with mood².

Advance ,he advised her adrenal glands, ad infinitum

ad-

Word Origin

a prefix occurring in loanwords from Latin, where it meant “toward”and indicated direction, tendency, or addition: adjoin. Usuallyassimilated to the following consonant; see a-⁵, ac-, af-, ag-, al-, an-², ap-¹, ar-, as-, at-.

Origin of ad-Expand

Latin

< Latin ad, ad- (preposition and prefix) to, toward, at, about; cognate withat¹

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British Dictionary definitions for ad-Expand

ad-

prefix

to; towards: adsorb, adverb

near; next to: adrenal

Word Origin

from Latin: to, towards. As a prefix in words of Latin origin, ad- becameac-, af-, ag-, al-, an-, acq-, ar-, as-, and at- before c, f, g, l, n, q, r, s, andt, and became a- before gn, sc, sp, st

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Word Origin and History for ad-

word-forming element expressing direction toward or in addition to, fromLatin ad “to, toward” in space or time; “with regard to, in relation to,” as aprefix, sometimes merely emphatic, from PIE *ad- “to, near, at” (cognatewith Old English æt ; see at ). Simplified to a- before sc-, sp- and st- ;modified to ac- before many consonants and then re-spelled af-, ag-, al-,etc., in conformity with the following consonant (e.g. affection,aggression). In Old French, reduced to a- in all cases (an evolution alreadyunderway in Merovingian Latin), but written forms were refashioned after Latin in 14c. in French and 15c. in English words picked up from Old French. In many cases pronunciation followed the shift.

As honeysuckle on the walls

They lay down in awe and fear,
Of what their love was bringing near.
They gazed into each other’s eyes
And so did rhapsodise.

They lay down to gaze into
the eyes and soul and heart so true.
They gazed until,when overcome,
They were united into one.

Their souls and bodies were conjoined,
And thus their hearts were well entwined;
As honeysuckle on the walls,
In joy’s sweet arbours does grow tall.

Their loving lips and eyes and hands
Gave pause to time’s soft flowing sands;
And while they touched and gazed so long,
The birds sang out in glorious songs.

The eyes are mirrors to the soul,
and love will make us grow more whole.
Gaze lovingly on humankind..
And hold care in your mind.

Cherry tree branches

Cracks in the pavement
Look like rivers approaching
an estuary.

Natural beauty,
the shapes and forms wandering,
sanctifies the road.

Cherry trees branches,
A wide canopy of leaves,
Blossom blows away

Sung geometry,
held still and made eternal,
Catches at my throat.

The fortunes of us all

No words of mine can potently display
the anguish and the joy that touch our lives;
yet all our ghostly forebears went this way
where words may pierce our hearts like sharpened knives.

No sentient being willingly at first
Accepts the pain that true perception brings.
Yet we must not take hearts to be a curse;
we need not flee from knowledge,though it stings.

Each day demands our thoughtfulness and love
from which all better action justly comes
each day the grace we have is just enough
as through the meta narratives we roam

For life' s but a true story we invent,
with passion and with purified intent

We turn to darkness

When tensions in our minds then harm our souls
And into stranger's  ears   we  pour our woes..
When grief and sorrow  shudder through our   walls.
And whether all is lost we cannot know

When  what is in  or out we cannot tell
When fantasy and dream become confused.
When  spears of agony  are  felt to maim each cell.
When sensibility is utterly bemused.
.
He in  whom  we  trusted  wills us fail
For what  he said was love was mere  desire.
Now pain and disappointment make us frail;
With torment know   this  lover was a liar.

Then, having lost all other means  to live,
We turn to darkness where our consolation is.

The quiet wood

As I walk slowly through the quiet wood
I feel the need to kneel and say a prayer.
The sacredness of trees is  understood
For symbol and its meaning  coalesce   here

 The canopy on high is bathed in sun
and birdsong is so lovely to  my ears.
The noise of city traffic I now shun
And natural meditation calms my fears.

 The trees were bare and elegant last week
Today the leaves have opened sweet and green
I hope no thunderstorm will wreak
Its havoc on the new world  I have seen.



For nothing on this earth will last for long
So  commemorate  each Spring  with a new song

Gypsy violin

Demagogue:what does it mean?

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Merriam Webster { link at the bottom of the page]

Demagogue

The word means “a leader who makes use of popular prejudices and false claims and promises in order to gain power”

Lookups for demagogue increased 9,000% over the hourly average after Stephen Hawking, one of the most famous scientists in the world, stated that he was unable to explain Trump’s success in the Republican presidential primaries:

I can’t. He is a demagogue, who seems to appeal to the lowest common denominator.

Abraham Bosse’s frontispiece to the book Leviathan by Thomas Hobbes. Published in 1651, the book argues for an absolute monarch and a system in which people trade liberty for safety.

Demagogue means “a leader who makes use of popular prejudices and false claims and promises in order to gain power.” It comes from the Greek word meaning “popular leader” and originally had the positive connotation of “a leader in ancient times who championed the cause of the common people.” The first known use of the word in English comes from the introduction to Thomas Hobbes’s 1629 translation of a text by the ancient Greek historian Thucydides:

It need not be doubted, but from such a Master, Thucydides was sufficiently qualified, to have become a great Demagogue, and of great authority with the People.

Hobbes wrote Leviathan a few years later in 1651, in which he argued for the merits of absolute political power held by a monarch and against the separation of church and state. Demagogue took on the negative meaning of “a leader who seeks to gain power by exploiting popular prejudices and making false or extravagant claims and promises” very soon after it was introduced in English in the mid-1600s.

This isn’t the first time that the word demagogue has been used in reference to Donald Trump. Back in July, both Lindsay Graham and Rick Perry used the related word demagoguery to refer to Trump’s ideas.

Trend Watch tracks popular lookups to see what people are talking about. You can always see all Trend Watch articles here.

I stole her sturdy wings

The sun is shining brightly
Shall I sit by the pool?
No,I always live my life by
Rigid personal rules.

Last week’s unruly weather
Let rain fell down in spools
I might have had the heating on;
Oh,those rigid personal rules.

Wear a dress from Mayday
Wear coats when winter’s cool
Only wash your hair on weekends
That’s a personal rigid rule

But,Ma ,my hair is oily
The girls all point in school.
Don’t be such a cry baby
Don’t be such a fool.

Ma,I’ve done my homework
I’m top of all my year!
Can I have an hour alone?
She thwacked me on the ear.

I was her little puppet
And she controlled my strings
Till I caught my Guardian angel
And I stole her sturdy wings.

Well,Ma died half my life away
But she is now a ghoul
Watching me so patiently
With her chart of rigid rules.

She didn’t leave me no money
She didn’t leave me no jewels.
She just left me a message
All my rules are yours.

I cried ,Holy Moses
She is worse than God
She made rules for everything
From love to boiling cod.

Don’t bath when you’ve your period
Don’t let your brothers see
You are now a woman
But you’re still under me

I think I’ll leave those rules behind
And if it makes me fear
God will send a devil round,
I’ll hit him with this spear.

Flexible our bodies
Flexible our minds
We must climb the mountain
And leave those rules behind.

Following personal rules
Can make us feel secure
But our vocation calls to us
And cares not if we’re pure.

Steal and purloin all you need
From books and people too.
Follow your own calling
While you share our human zoo.

And share your learning freely
Give as well as take
Oh,my Lord ,I see some men
Carrying a stake.

They are going to burn my body
But they can’t touch my soul
Wrap me well in flax, my dear.
In heaven ,I’ll be whole

How median,how average?

Stan was just about to begin his talk on “Averages” when a clap of thunder frightened the old folk who were waiting to listen to him, while eating their first slices of marmalade cake which his dear wife Mary had baked and iced with orange icing
That was loud,cried Minnie Muddle from the next street.I hate thunder.Her white face did look very pale especially as she used to use Blusher in Pale Orange.However ,she couldn’t afford it anymore
I like it,Stan remarked,but Emile is nervous.And there was Emile inside the big wicker waste paper basket with his amber eyes gleaming anxiously and his tongue licking his dry lips.
Well,said Stan,the word “average” has different meanings in different situations.
In ordinary language it usually means typical. However in statistics which analyses data it is used as a way of describing the “centre” or” center”of the data.
There is more than one way of doing this.
If we are asked the average wage in the UK and told it is £26,500 what does it mean?
Does it mean nearly every body gets that?
Well.I don’t called, his neighbour,John as he re-arranged his tartan kilt over his knobbly red knees.
This is based on people in work,Stan replied kindly.
It is called the median which is that figure such that 50% get less than this and 50% get more.I can’t recall where the folk who get exactly that are placed.So 50% of people in work get less than £26,500.Some on the lowest wages get only about £11,000. and even less if they are part-time or on zero hour contracts.
And ,of course , we know bankers and rock-stars get millions some years.So it’s not telling us much about the spread or range of wages.How far they differ or deviate.We can measure that but it is based on the mean wage.We get that by adding up all the wages and dividing by the number of workers.
The mean is usually higher as it is pulled up the the million-pound earners.In London wages are higher

Example:

GLA Household Income Estimates

July 30, 2015

By Gareth Piggott

In July 2015, the GLA published an update to the Household Income estimates. This data covers a range of geographies from Lower Super Output Areas (LSOAs) to UK regions. The full dataset can be downloaded from the London Datastore.

The median household income for London in 2013/13 was £39,100, while the mean income was £51,770.

5230546_f248 That’s enough for one day,Stan,whispered Annie.She was looking very glamorous in her red knit dress and purple tights which matched her eyeshadow – she had got that in Harrods.It was called.Purple Princess.The only problem was it was hard to remove and the matching cleanser cost £40.As she was on only a quarter of the median income in the UK she could not afford it so she had to keep wearing this colour regardless…. unless perchance she did some shop-lifting which is, of course ,a crime.As Annie had killed her own husband and got away with it,no doubt stealing Eye Make Up Remover was pretty low on her list of sins or crimes.
Some crimes are sins but some are not.such as stealing food for your baby if you can’t afford to buy it.However eyes shadow is not essential to life even for a woman like Annie.
Stan boiled the big kettle and made the tea while Annie cut up the remaining marmalade cake and passed it round. to all the merry pensioners staring at the Blackboard somewhat tentatively.
What about pensions,asked John plaintively.What is the average there?
I think we’ll wait for a few days before we tackle that or you can google it and see what you find.The State Pension is about £6,600 per annum but many people also have a pension from their jobs too.That is really important if you can get it.
I don’t know how people live on the State Pension, Minnie cried.I suppose they eat tripe and oxtail and such things.Or steal from the waste bins of their neighbours.
What exactly is tripe? her friend Joan enquires tactfully;her blue eyes full of tears..
I think it’s the lining from the cow’s stomach or intestines,Annie cried.
No wonder people go to McDonald’s.It might be a cheap cut but we don’t know.
Annie jumped up to turn on the fan heater and knocked over Stan who was sitting by her.He fell over and his chair broke in half.
That chair must have been listening to your talk,chortled John swinging his kilt humorously.Fortunately, he was wearing some green underpants and a half slip in silk beige.
Ring 999.Stan called.We need help from Dave.Emile was very pleased because he preferred chatting to Dave to listening to Stan’s lectures.As does the average person in the UK,so I guess.And so will all of us

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