Author: Katherine

Poetry writer and author

Sometimes there is a moment

swirlySometimes there’s a moment in life when you know something is utterly wrong, that your life as you have known it might become something other,something alien.This happened to me in late February 2014 when I took my husband to buy some shoes.

For it seemed he had given away all of his shoes but one pair.It might seem obvious to a practical dreamer like myself that in the winter a man needs two pairs of shoes,in case snow or rain attacks one pair.But  he knew better than I did what he really needed

He never explained.He was really a very quiet man but at the same time an extravert affectionate person.He didn’t share my need to help  or amuse others by explaining why I had done something.That .was one big difference between us.The bigger one was that he was a man and I am a woman,

The shoe shop was crowded but we had no plans to go anywhere else.Then I felt sick.He eventually found a pair he liked;he rejected my suggestion he should get two pairs which turned out to be a wise decision though I had no way of knowing it  on that day.I was like an animal that smells a new scent in the air and has no idea whether to run or to get closer

When we got home I knew:something is going to happen but to which of us?And when? And now I know a I sit here with the deep but almost invisible,indecipherable scar on my Viking  face looking at the mantel shelf where 60 or 70 letters and cards of condolence stand,I know that it was to  both of us but I am the one left behind; the one who arranged the music for the funeral;the one who answered  the  letters .And I am the one who saw death enter,a black shape moving like a dancer across the threshold behind the bold woman who took our lives and tore them apart.As if she were under orders.As if there were no choice.

Destructured …………..destruction?…………………………

I’m finding Derrida de-structured

And Levinas‘ face makes me smile

Who would have conjectured

That one day I’d lecture

On thoughfullness and all its trials?

I prefer Kierkegaard to Sartre

Who sometimes makes me feel queer.

Who would have expected

That words would be texted

As men smoked cigarettes and drank beer?

Some people like reading Jane Austen

While others juggle with Wittgensein.

Who would have discarded

The notes in the margins?

How sweetly these words recombine

Munch liked to paint people screaming,
his premonitions were strong
Who else would have expected
The human destruction
Europe brought to the world before long?

“God and the Other” Symposium: Part 1 (churchandpomo.typepad.com)
The Art of Connecting to the Other (huffingtonpost.com)
A long review of Conversations with Emmanuel Levinas (complexnumberblog.wordpress.com)
Wittgenstein’s Architecture (deandettloff.wordpress.com)
A Wittgenstein Paradox (maverickphilosopher.typepad.com)
Wittgenstein’s Private Language Argument (kierkeguardians.wordpress.com)
Wittgenstein and Kierkegaard Against Hegel (deandettloff.wordpress.com
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Sex is a form of exercise,in part

No mobile moans are allowed  to leave this hospital.

Please faint on the bed only.Or if pushed,faint on the nurse

No lipstick to be worn at night by  men.
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Do not attack the doctor.He is only a  short term pest here so far

Pills must be taken gaily

Do not undress in this cubicle.Undress outside before entry.Leave your clothes in the bin for people to steal.Thanks your  X ray team.

Kindly tell us your name before we knock you out.Write it on your arm with black ink

If afraid please report to the nurse  who will comfort you as best  he can
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If no night nurse is available please die after 8 am.

If you must have sex in the ward, please do not scream or moan as the other patients may be jealous.

If you have no relations please ask the doctor to oblige when he finishes his rounds.

If you feel weak,do not use your Kindle Fire on the bed.Get on the floor

After a heart attack do not resume sex until you get home unless you had the heart attack here

in which case please feel free to continue either or both..

Sex is a form of exercise but also can create chaos in public.Try walking instead with or without a partner.

If borderline,kindly make your mind up whether you love or hate the pest doctor before he arrives.

Having sex with all the other patients in the ward is impossible so please think of another form of entertainment or be prepared to go to jail…

No medicine to be taken unless we  are your supplier.

If you want to  say a last word please be quiet.
If we have to freeze your nuts off, we will do so with levity.

If you have no bosom,you are probably a man.Wards are now mixed so there is no.problem apart from a shortage of braziers.
If you have any nuts,please leave them in the hands of a female nurse prior to surgery.
Cover all your parts before the Royals visit.

Please leave me all your money before you leave the ward when about to pass over

Sex changes by an operation or sometimes naturally.

Are you bored in bed?Get out and walk up and down the corridor to annoy the visitors.

Kindly do not drum your fingers all day.Use a drumstick.

If you have erosive dermatitis, please dry carefully.

If you have an egg please donate now.Fertility counts.

Owing to a world shortage of egg cups,we now use mugs.

Do you have any further problems?Please weigh your words.

None of the staff understand the government…so please do not mention David Cameron if you
wish to go home on one piece.

Pies are sold in the conservatory.We do not know why.

In fact we know hardly anything but don’t worry,we’ll treat you barbarically anyway.

Be a stoic and keep quiet; do not gasp like a dying fish as it annoys the doctor

For if a woman’s born tone deaf and dumb

  • No noise had ever irked him like her thrums.
    His head ached and he even shed some tears
    Thank the Lord,she’d chucked out all his drums
  • No music was so painful to his ears

No sound was sharper than her   voice

No lullabies would cross her cold drawn lips.

                He’d like to fly away to hotels  choice

                  To escape the barrage of her clever quips.

  • No guitar man made would emote in her hands.
    No tutor could impart the tragic gift.
    She’d cause commotion in some lurid band;
    Or soon be sent to sea and set adrift
  •               .For if a woman’s born tone deaf and dumb
    From her hands no joyous note shall come.

Does God have hands?

Why did Jesus feed the five thousand?

To prevent  them eating  his lawn and his tomatoes

Why did Jesus like fishing?

He often caught a compliment.

Why did he cross the road?

The road was flatter on the other side.

Was Jesus an  Athlete?

No,he was a  Jew.

Was he not  Mormom?

Called Norman!

Was Jesus very strong?

About the same as  best whiskey.

Why do Catholics eat his body?

Because  they hate  making breakfast.

Does God care if we don’t  go to Church?

What’s a Church?

Why does God help those who help themselves?

Because many hands make light work

So God has hands?

In a very meaningful sense.

Why did Jesus ride on a donkey into Jerusalem?

He just missed the bus and they only ran twice an hour

Modesty again

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Stan and his sweet blonde girlfriend Anne were studying government data on inflation.He wanted to give a lecture for senior citizens.

Why are you wearing those smart wool trousers and black tights,darling? he enquired kindly.

Well,it’s the the fashion dear heart, and more modest than a mini skirt for if I bend over I’m protected.Her answer seemed ludicrous With her sweet bosom,hips and tight clothing it was hard for Anne to give any semblance of modesty.

Wouldn’t a maxi skirt be modest?I saw some in Marks last week.I bought one for Mary

Do you often buy her clothes? Annie asked with surprise.

She used to do it once  …. but she stopped because she’s hopeless at dressing.She’go out in pyjamas left to herself

Well,silk jim jams are the summer fashion this year.

Can I have some,please? miaowed   the cat,Emily.

You already have some silk nightgowns… four!

Do you really buy nightgowns for the cat?asked Anne incredulously

Well she sleeps with me now you know,as I like to hear someone breathing at night.Mary  is downstairs studying algebra.She only needs three hours sleep.And she has no interest in loving me.It’s a puzzle how she bore our two daughters Lyra and Desiree.She says she found them under a gooseberry bush, but they look very like Bill Clinton.

Was Bill fond of gooseberry bushes too?They have big thorns.

He would not let a few thorns put him off…he’s a very tough man.

What about goats’ horns.. would they put him off? Or Matterhorns?

Let’s get back to statistics,my beloved,Stan murmured foolishly

I’ll just boil the kettle,my lambkin

I prefer boiling water for coffee.

Stan  was famed for his wacky sense of humor………….amongst the friends of theirs who all taught maths or played cricket for England.Annie  walked away looking charming in her black wool city shorts with shiny patent leather boots.Her chest distracted him as she wore only a yellow vest.

Have you not got a cardigan ,darling,he whispered shyly.

No,the moths ate it but I’m going shopping later she muttered

.I hope you’ll wear a coat.You might catch a chill,he said anxiously

Fret not,,I’ll drive down.Annie screamed
.You are 55 now you know…you are not a girl.Modesty is a wise trait for mature ladies. Modesty………I gave that up years ago.I dress how I feel.

Well,you make me want a feel.Suddenly the leg fell of his chair and it collapsed tossing him onto the floor,As he lay there he muttered sarcastically,

I blame those trousers of yours! Call 999.

She tore off her trousers to reveal some black silky lace flowered underwear

Is that better? she enquired chastely .

I suggest you get tested forAsperger’s syndrome,he shouted.

I have enough trouble with Tourette’s she whispered tenderly.It makes me say bad words…………..

I’ve never heard you.What sort of words?

Like, “Be off,you silly twit.”

That sounds funny to me.he responded sweetly.

Can you tell me some more bad words?

No I can’t,you dolt!

Why not,my angel?

Well,isn’t this a family friendly web site?

Nowadays,what does family mean?Two ladies who love one another and their child fathered by the cat.

I never knew it was the cat.I’ve often wondered about that.Emily purred happily as she was hoping to have kittens soon with her boyfriend Emile who was in the garden.

Look it’s tea time.I hear Mary ‘s bike.Get up off the floor and get a hammer I can mend that chair.

Wow,you are so clever……we men are unneeded now! Stan informed her ironically.

Don’t be silly.I love you,the dearest.Thanks you so much…it’s good to hear those sweet words.  meant I want the dearest maxi skirt as a reward,she said saucily.

Women,Stan thought wryly. Can’t live with them;can’t live without them.Go and put on your nightdress Emily.Warm up the bed.I’m having an early night.

Quick,get up.Mary  is here.she’ll imagine the worst if she sees you on the floor.She’ll think you are ill!

No,I know what you do on that rug,you little minx! t was Mary who had crept in in her bare feet.Look at you,no shoes!How vulgar.You look like a fraction!

Better than looking like a decimal!

Now,said Stan,have a cup of tea and then we can have a sit down on the rug and study algebra and geometry.

What a nice man he is!Why is Annie so keen on decimals see my next instalment… when I pay it!

How A &E is used in Britain:keeping beds free in the wards by letting people die in A and E

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When my husband was in what a doctor called “An end of life situation” they managed to keep him away from the hospital  until 17 hours before he died.And those hours,after various treatment failed,were spent in a cubicle in part of A&E.He had a very peaceful death but it was overcrowded in the tiny cubicle so that I could only just get beside him to hold his hand.

Even though he was given space in this unit he was never given an actual room which used to happen to the dying nor was he put into a Ward.As it happens the staff were marvellous.But it meant their figures would look better as the Government want them to keep the elderly out of hospital wards.

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As I carried his ashes home in my shopping bag last week I wondered why he’d been put for 5 days into a Rehabilitation Unit when he clearly in this “End of life” stage.The only person who could have rehabilitated him was God and he didn’t oblige.So be wary if your elderlt=y relative is being offered a place there,They are unsuitable for people with medical problems and like the one here they have no doctor on the premises.So when my husband got worse they had to use the out of hours doctor service and then ring 999 for an ambulance.It is a GP ;ed Unit whatever that means.

They said they thought this unit was nicer than a hospital ward.Well,I would not wish to go into it and if I reach that point I’ll take  cab to Beachy Head and fly.

Within each storm

When doubts and drawbacks struggle in the mind
And certainty seems but a demon dream,
When the faith to love is what no-one can find
For even when asleep, the mind still schemes

When darkness and defeat seem close at hand
And lights dim even as we pray for peace
when wrecks and ruins rile the native sands
When in this life we feel we've lost our place...

Then at the saddest depth we see the light
Surrounding with such warmth,with love adorned.
The path that seemed so wrong now leads us right
And in our hearts, warm feelings are new born

Within each storm there is a calm still eye
From there we see the fiercest clouds blown by

Vulva is a very rude word

I’m told vulva is a very rude word

Yet onto one we all emerge.

Vagina is kosher.

Vulva is grosser.

So keep mum unless you’re disturbed.

I suppose dick is a regular word

As opposed to a regular verb.

We did verbs in Greek

But I cannot speak

In case any organ gets stirred.

 While you still have it, do use

If anyone ignites your fuse

.For atrophy comes

And prunes are your plums.

If you live and you long you can’t lose

I’ll read some soft porn ere I go

To the hospital where I will show

I am not totally dry

I have ten tears in my eye.

If I bleed then I’m human,hello!

At random

A friend told me that about 3 weeks after my husband died I would get men coming to the door asking if I wanted to sleep with them.So far I’ve only had

1.A pizza deliverer who rang the wrong bell

2.A Thames water engineer to give me a new head for the shower and to quizz me on my use of water.

3.An Amazon delivery of a Japanese maple tree.

4 A letter telling me that my husband owes them one week of his pension  since he died at 2.30 pm on the day it was paid.Well,they can go to Hell… maybe they’ll get it there!

5.A woman trying to convert me to be a Mormon.I said I was already a Catholic but they don’t mind.So then I said I am an agnostic so she asked me how to spell it.Then I passed out and when I came round a man was staring at me.He was a paramedic from down the road.

6.A man collecting money for lepers… not very convincing.

Anyway,why would  I want to make love with a complete stranger when I can do it with someone I adore.,… namely,myself!It’s less dangerous too   and less immoral as you are not leadinf a man into sin are you? Or a woman either.Can you lead yourself into sin,I wonder,Ask a Jesuit.. they usually know all the answers.I know men can’t spill their seeds according to the Bible  but can we women lay our eggs at random?

Death and loss and grief

When death and loss and grief fill up my heart
And behind an icy wall I am entrapped
Where should my work of holy healing start
Where is the hidden place where loss is mapped?
As on the earth I walk amongst the trees
And on the grass I lay my sleeping head
I make my friends from stinging wasps and bees
Who comfort me on this my own deathbed.
Yet do not sun and moon still shine as bright?
Do not men and women tender lie.
Does not this small glowworm give me light?
Do not courting tom cats saunter by?
With wider vision spreading from my eyes
I see more clearly where my comfort lies

What we used to eat and other rum memories

I have noticed that some popular dishes of my childhood are no longer eaten much

1.Scotch eggs …….  boiled eggs coated in sausage meat and deep fried

2.Anything deep fried. except cow’s eyes

3.Steamed jam roly poly pudding

4.Most cooked puddings and pies.Apple pie was the most common

5 Carnation milk.

6.Lentil soup made using a ham bone.Jewish folk who never knew…God is ok with that!

7. Heinz vegetable soup

8 Steak and kidney puddings.

9 Liver and other offal.

10 Fairy cakes.

11.Potatoes coated in batter then deep fried.

12.Sago pudding.

1I3 Strong brown tea with 6 spoons of sugar per mug

14. Indian brandy.

15 Rum in tea before a big event.

16 Going to Mass 4 times on Snday  when you couldn’t afford breakfast

17 Tinned fruit with jelly from a packet.

18 Custard powder.

19 Jam or sugar sandwiches.

20 Banana or tomato sandwiches

21 Tobacco chewed and spat out.

22 Cigar sandwiches

Sunday jokes

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I was going to take my husband a roast dinner today ,but I forgot to put his dentures in the coffin.. so I shall have to have them cremated.There goes another £758 and I am damned if I have to pay for another Service.

The doctor said I need to let my feelings out so I am going to Epping Forest in the hope they will get lost and I can come home without them.

They say it’s natural to grieve.It’s also natural to eat dogs in China,And it’s natural for so called civilised countries to torture suspects

When I cry men cross the road to offer me their handkerchiefs.So far I’ve got 50.Isn’t it great not to have to buy tissues any more?

To save money I am burying my credit card under a tree with  my husband’s ashes.Then he will know I being  thrifty just like he always told me, even though it’s 30 years too late.

The dermatologist told me,you will smell human flesh burning.I wish I’d told him I am a vegetarian but my face was numb from the 21  injections they gave me.Maybe we should pay surgeons more more or let them eat cake.

I invited our GP to the funeral but he said  for that to happen  we’d have to hold it in the surgery

Funerals are so expensive I’ve decided to bury myself at sea.

It’s called love

I run my fingers tentatively

down your cheek,

asking you a question

with my eyes.

looking at each other,

you touch me too.

This is my skin

my boundary.

Yours is thicker,

like rubber.

I run my fingers down your chin.

what is this little bone?

I like it.

I like your skin

I like your bones.

I like you.

you please me.

you are tasty.

I like your taste,

your skin,your eyelids.

I like your eye here,

and your other eye too.

Nice one!

I like this hair on your head.

May I touch your hair?

do you like hair?

hair makes me laugh.

I have a fondness for laughing.

I love to laugh.

I enjoy laughter

I love your laughter.

If not, smiling is good also.

Or a gleam in the eyes,

showing the inside smile,

the smiling heart.

I like your inside,

Outside

and possibly

your backside.

your upside and downside.

your side sides.

I snuggle you all around with soft wool.

I knit you into my scarf.

I’ll have to wear you round my neck now!

How unusual

How flexible.

How charming.

How alarming

How creative

How interesting.

What an idea!

what a notion

but you are too big for me to knit

So I’ll just touch your hand

with my fingers.

and you touch my hand

with your fingers.

What good hands we have

with such fingers.

fingers are for touch.

fingers are keen to touch.

I like touch.

what would we do

without fingers?

I like your skin.

skin is good

We love skin

We love.

We.

I want skin to be ours

and yours

is mine

and mine

is yours

where is the edge of the world?

skin has no end

it’s infinity

au naturel.

what order!

what design!

What wonder.

what awe.

where is the world’s skin?

tenderly we touch the world

as the world embraces us.

It’s called love.

Love

Rubber face

  • My husband has a rubber face,

    He’s from a subset of the human race.

    Some men have faces fixed and set;

    My husband’s face is not like that.

    He imitates our politicians,

    Just like Rory Bremner can.

    Though he has no wig or hair piece,

    He can look like anyone.

    Some nights I waken for I am laughing

    While I am deep and sound asleep.

    I am dreaming of his mobile features,

    Contorted to a different shape.

    He is skilled at telling jokes.

    And he loves a good cartoon.

    If I am feeling nasty blueness

    he can get me up again.

    He has a rather noble visage.

    He gets attention he abhors.

    In the bar on King’s Cross Station—

    I was asked was he a Lord!

    He’s a Lord of Fun and Humour.

    He’s a Lord at Listening Well.

    He’s unique, but so are you,

    And all creatures that on earth do dwell

Power or love

One’s motivation may be  either love or power.

In truth, it’s there and  plain for all to see.

They  first  admire and plead a lengthy hour

About how sweet one’s offerings would be.

When   persuaded that they are open and  sincere

One sends them poems like the  poems they praised.

Yet their minds  are altered ,and in fear

They shows repulsion where they fondly gazed.

 

To double bind another human soul

To knot    barbed  wire around their  only mind

This action seems not from a human whole

But from a being split and  thence unkind

 

Believe not those who are too quick to praise

Conceal yourself from  charmers and their gaze

Hide your love

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 stoped 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 like the face of a new born daisy

Evading payment? Do I look like a thief?

1427319281397.5Yesterday I needed to go to collect a letter which had to be signed for.This means taking a bus into town and then walking a short way.However it was so hot that I decided to get some tea in a cafe I often visit.It’s possibly the only one where they have waiters and waitresses.

I drank my tea.It had come as a mug with a tea bag in boiling water.The very first time I was served tea like this was in the middle of London many years ago.I was quite taken aback and asked for coffee instead.Now I am used to it… except for, where do you put the tea bag? I also had a small  cake.While I was eating I saw a waiter nearby so I asked if I could pay him.Standing in a queue is painful for me.

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When I left the cafe and began to walk up the road I heard a loud cry.I saw a waitress running after me…. calling out for payment.A little black man passing burst out laughing.He said,It’s so funny to think someone like you would cheat.I felt flattered that my ethical code was displayed on  my face until he pointed to my cane and said,You would be silly to steal when you can hardly walk.

On the whole I prefer being thought of as a thief than as a cripple!But mostly I love being treated as a human being.

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A different cafe which also sells musical instruments.

We now have a large number of coffee shops.I think Muslims don’t drink alcohol and that may be one reason for it.But generally all of us Brits will pay a fortune for coffee because it’s a good way to meet friends…. most people no longer entertain at home.I think perhaps. because many mothers work they can’t spend  hours in the kitchen.Ironically we used to do it in  the 70’s and 80’s  when we didn’t have dishwashers and freezers and other helpful devices.

7300821_f260I prefer to meet in the cafe in the park as it is so quiet compared to the town centre and  usually there are enough people there to give me food for thought as well.Or to take photos for my digital art.The one below is a photo of my lower legs.

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Emile and the hospital :a story about a cat

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  • When the aged,wrinkled yet lively old man Stan and his immodestly shy, wildly pretty,blue eyed and brilliant wife Mary arrived at their local “hospital” in an ambulance Stan was carried into the Resuscitation Room and was lying down on a trolley…… which is like a bed with wheels.How did I get here? he asked God, who was on a shelf,impetuously.None of the staff answered.http://youtu.be/EIjTBC9pAxEA nurse came in and gave him some oxygen but no-one washed his face and hands…the nurse said they were overworked that day with all the usual drunken English folk falling off buses or off pavements or arguing and hitting each other with beer bottles,
    After another four hours a doctor came and looked at the weary old fellow.
    I think I’ll order a CAT scan for your head. he muttered nervously,as if talking to a spirit.
    Oh,My cat,Emile, is not here,Stan informed him.
    Shall I get my mistress to fetch him?
    You have a mistress as well as a wife,he asked curiously.
    Yes I do,You should get one,Stan said.
    They are useful when the wife is at work.And it’s a very honourable position for a widow who is bored.
    I think that’s immoral,when your wife is earning all your crusts,said the doctor cruelly in a very sarcastic tone..his eyes shining with demonic glee.
    I don’t mind,said Mary cheerfully.After all,it gives him exercise and stimulation.And I can do my research peacefully.I have always thought the French had the right idea about love
    You can say that again,said Stan!
    The French had the right idea about love!
    How about Revolution?
    I don’t think we could handle a Revolution,said the doctor in a kindly voice,his mouth drooping slightly with fatigue.After Stan had his CAT scan they had to wait patiently for two hours for the result….the scan had to be emailed to a Consultant elsewhere,that is… at home by the TV
    The CAT scan area was shut except for emergencies and had an eerie emptiness which contrasted oddly with the crowded noisy Casualty Department.Two men od different colours were arguing loudly in the Scan area.
    Mary knocked on the door and told them off,much to the delight of the porter.
    Later Mary phoned Anne,her neighbour and begged her to bring Emile her cat to the hospital in a large zipped bag… with a breathing space.
    Anne arrived after only ten minutes or so.. loking colourful
    Emile put his head out of the unzipped top and said,
    What a strange smell this room has.. is it TCP?
    Stan was very glad to see Emile. Anne went out and got Mary a spinach and mouse sandwich and some tea.She helped Mary to keep Stan comfortable with glasses of water,bottles to pee into,tissues to mop up the blood from his hands and face…no doubt this is well known to many of you.Several doctors too many came in…separately.One told them Stan had fractured the bone under his right eye.
    Don’t blow your nose,Stan.Your eye might come out…Wow,they don’t soften the blow,do they said Anne,her face pink with the over heated air of the
    A and E ward
    How far out would it come? enquired Mary scientifically
    her pointed face creased with worry.But none of the staff answered
    Mary advised Stan gently,
    Just blot the end of your nose,honey,if it runs.You’ll be alright with me here.
    Though his eye looked very peculiarAnother doctor came in after six hours and informed old Stan he had confusions in his brain.
    See a psychiatrist,Stan told him rudely.Why tell me?
    Emile hid his head inside the bag.I am going to ring a neurosurgeon,don’t go home till I get back,he ordered Mary bossily
    Another doctor told them Stan should see an opthalmologist….
    Mary began to feel sick…and the first doctor never came back.
    Perhaps he’s fallen into a black hole,said Anne foolishly as she reapplied her orange lipstick and powdered her ample bosom and cleavage.
    Stan mewed musically to tease Emile.Emile purred as loud as possible…he enjoyed purring very much.
    At midnight the staff nurse advised the women to go home as Mary would have to be admitted to the Cardiac Unit if she stayed much longer….. her face was as white as a goat’s belly…is that wight?
    They went off in a minicab but left Emile under the trolley on a small shelf from where he chatted to Stan and operated a recording device… to spy on the staff
    Stan grew more and more tired,lying all alone…pity they don’t have a lying in nurse nowadays!
    Why,I feel as if I am in prison, he told Emile…I want to go home and go to my own bed…
    Me too,said Emile…I have a new girlfriend called Jenny,he went on.
    I look forward to meeting her, said Stan..and he fell into a dream where he was surrounded by lovely female nurses in pale pink uniforms all smiling at him……..if only it were true.
    Can you dream whilst awake?
    Yes, all life is but a dream..and I’m a butterfly.
    And I see I am in some photographs

The Always and Never Life of Sylvia Plath

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http://www.theatlantic.com/sexes/archive/2013/02/the-always-and-never-life-of-sylvia-plath/272707/

http://www.psychological-observations.com/key-concepts/ambivalence

I suppose she loved him for always

until he unpeeled his banana for another woman

Then she never loved him at all.

Perhaps fifty shades of beige might have been better

but then again

Some folk will always

prefer the high wire.

Ghost

There was a ghost writing

at your desk,using your old notebooks..

Seemed to be over seeing the production

of your biography and times.

I picked up your pyjamas and smelled

the bit under your arms

it was a potent reminder

of our first encounter.

I tiptoed away leaving the  ghost alone.

Wasn’t that what you always wanted?

My jokes

1.Why did Jesus cross the road?

Because He saw a zebra crossing.

2.Can we walk on water?

Only if it’s dead!

3.Is it good to pray all day?

Give God a bit of peace.Lay off.

4.Why did Jesus like women?

Because he was politically correct.

5.Did Jesus wear pyjamas?

Not all questions have an answer

6.Why did God choose the Jews?

Because they chose Him!

7.Why did Moses not get to the Promised land?

Because he had no ordnance survey map.Buy yours now!

8.Why was Jerusalem built on a hill?

It was easier than removing the hill first.

9 Did the ancient Hebrews have public conveniences?

No,they did  it in private.

10.Why do Jewish men have to please their wives in bed?

Why does any man have to please his wife… it’s what we call strategic thinking.

11 Did Jesus like Earl Grey tea?

It was no use at Weddings.

12.What is manna?

It’s style; je ne sais qua.

Is God a foreigner?

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Hello,I’m God,Father.
Oh,you’re with the Mafia,then
I am with everyone
That’s noble.Any sins
I made a grave error.
You don’t have to worry.We all do it.
But I’m God!
If you say so.
I made a man from earth.Then I made a woman.
That’s very wise under the Equal Opportunites Legislation
Then they bred.
Well,surely no one blames you?
I do.
Are you unwell?Shall I call an ambulance?
What for?
To take you to the Asylum.
So you think I’m an asylum seeker?
Well,you don’t look British!
It’s enough to drive me mad.
You are mad.
How come?
You think you are God
I am God.
Do you have any identity card?
That’s rich!who’d give me one?The Pope?
Well,they say,see Rome and die.
I never die.I’m immortal
Well,I absolve you and your penance is to forget yourself
Wham,shudder,bang,bump
Everything is on fire
Lord have mercy.
I’m thinking about it.
Be English!
English… what a joke!I am black.
So am I!
Black And British.. or Black and Foreign
Is God a Foreigner?
Definitely!

Is this the world we want to leave our children?

This is worth pondering over

christopherjamesstone's avatarFierce Writing

scan0002-001I’ve just spent the day with my beautiful granddaughter Bella. “Bella” means “beautiful” in Italian.

I had a dream about her a few weeks ago. In the dream I was coming down the stairs in a very crowded place.

Bella was at the bottom of the stairs, a long way away, but when she spotted me, despite the crowds and the noise, she recognised me immediately and laughed and clapped her hands.

It seems like the greatest of privileges to me to have a relationship of trust with a child.

The greatest privilege, and the greatest responsibility too. It is the responsibility to help create a better world. I’m sure I’m not the only person who feels this way.

The question has to be, is the world we are making good for all children, or only good for our own?

I remember seeing Tony Blair in a Newsnight interview a…

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