Grief is like driving at night.You can see only a few feet in front of uou,but you can make a whole journey that way.
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E.L.Doctorow
“This ia a good analogy. much of life may be like that
| Nonsense makes the heart grow mankier |
| Whenever the sun rhymes,I shall chime |
| My face is wholier another soul
Do you love my new words ?I make them up now and zen |
| He keeps his face up his sleeve so his glasses don’t get raindrops on |
| How did Hercules like my wheezes? |
| I like acid best.I still wrote a sssssharp will o’ the wisp |
| A corn doesn’t fall far from the nose unless you cut it off. |
| Reactions speak louder than worlds. |
| You are so dear my own heart feels like yours.It’s heartmony..I hope you feel the same way |
| Ah, to be strung out and relished…bit by bit |
| I am pairing dirty laundry with dirty books…read my whips.. |
| He is all tense like a trapped snake. And his eyes look like ice on LSD.Steer the bell clear and go up a gear.
No fear hurts like a cold fear. No… |
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Incidentally at the mall” – Counting Sales
“Anarchy in the Class War.” -Police Bristols
“Along Comes Trouble.” by W.Grout
“Captain Slacker” -Billy Joe
“Capello of Limes” -Dixie Jupp
“China Cup” -Market shop
“Dearest biscuit,I’ll eat you now!: Recipes for lovers ” by Kate Bakestate
“Desperanto…the new language” By K.Saythwaite
“Loved her rarely but well..I cannot tell”.. Blindman and his Aunt
“Everyday is People’s Day” Ms.Dina Moll in song with 1000 others
“Elena and Quisling.Espionage ans me.” by A,Narcissistic-Thwaite
“Exquisite Red Guy” by K.Marxthwaite
“Wednesday Evening at 10 oclock…..she’s home again” by the Gnatthwaites
“Will you kiss me tonight with a scone?” by A.Farmer-Wifethwaite
Are you bard?
Email me at
Oh,get me the lice and the wits
Do get a gloom,Kierkegaard
I’ll fit the bard in sideways
I get all perked up
I bough him hear plugs
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I use these and artweaver free
Two programmes you can use to produce media assets for your game are ‘Pixlr’ and ‘Microsoft paint’. Pixlr is obviously the more advanced of the two but both are very much usable and both are free.
Pixlr is an online based tool. It’s very in depth when it comes to choosing the ratio of your canvas and brush, since there are so many to choose from. Paint on the other hand is offline and a much more basic in terms of brush choice, there is only one brush and one pencil, you can change the thickness and colour but that’s it. But it does come pre downloaded on every Windows computer so it’s easy to find and convenient if you don’t have internet and you have to make something quick.
Pixlr, as I said is more advanced, there are a plethora of brushes and tools to use. Blenders…
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Love image
I can live very well without you
I feel less lonely now
I can be who i am discreetly
Safe from your u
ndertow
I like to have space for.my dreaming
And growing pink cyclamen.
I shall nourish my garden freely
And write with my ancient blue pen.
I like to meet friends in a cafe
Talk with no critical ear.
I loved you before i knew you
But now i can live without fear
Good post
My Unwritten Books by George Steiner…I am enjoying this much more than when read his work ten years ago
The Golden Baby by Margaret Drabble…….Good but too similar to all her later works.
How it all began by Penelope Lively…Wonderful like all her books
Good
If you think ‘totes’, ‘fangirl’, and ‘trick out’ are recent idioms, then we’re here to surprise you. In a previous post on Twitter terms and literature we uncovered some of the ancient literary origins of words more commonly associated these days with the world of social networking.
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http://www.creative-writing-now.com/how-to-write-poetry.html This is useful for budding writers.Poetry is a calling for some like Sylvia Plath and fun for others.You won,t know till you begin .We are often unknown to ourselved Continue reading “How to write poetry”
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I’ll let you in on a little secret. One of the biggest giveaways that a client has written their own copy, without hiring a copywriter, is the over-use of exclamation marks.
The world’s most over-used punctuation mark has a lot to answer for. In a fraction of a second, it has the power to turn even the most delicately worded prose into a pantomime horse. It’s right up there with CAPS LOCK and alphanumeric truncation (h8ers gonna h8) for a spot in room 101. In the printing world, an exclamation mark is often referred to as a ‘screamer’, ‘gasper’, ‘bang’, ‘slammer’ or ‘startler’ – ie: something to be used sparingly, and for dramatic effect, where warranted. Over-use is tiring and annoying at best and shows lack of control. (Apple even has a specific section in their distributer rulebook about avoiding their use.) There’s even a word for excessive use of…
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Intriguing
Bands of rhyme will be crossing the UK tomorrow.. streams of poetry will bring rain in the eyes.
Season’s Tweetings to Sinners
Shadow of the whole silence is folding over like an envelope.Post it now
The spice of wife..pepper.
~Hop around the roses
It’s best to saunter nowadays.
When inside out, a cat can still scratch.. with its reversible catclaws.Try one tonight.Just unzip the cat and it will spring into the heir…to the throne or is it the air all round>
Until the end of all rhymes I’ll be loving you
Time feels all wounds…and holes
Maps of the iceberg have melted..
Two hearts that beat as none ever did.
I wait for the lime to be ripe then it will be a lemon.
If you have a man,wash him weekly in a tin bath…don’t blame me if you get drawn in…..mate in the bath … saves washing the sheets.
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Looking over my life in books I see my instincts drew me with certainty to certain author/thinkers
The Psalms…King David
Bible stories.
T.S.Elliot
I see I’ve not found many women on this journey… they were too busy childbearing I suppose.
And I think of myself as neither male nor female.I am just me… a unique being.
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As the calendar turns to December, it looks like scandal has rocked the North Pole, Modern Philosophers.
My sources at Santa’s Village tell me that North Pole Police raided Santa’s Workshop just after 9:00AM, and arrested several Elves, who have been charged with accepting bribes to move children from the Naughty List to the Nice List.
My sources report that while Santa Claus was aware of the police action, he was not on hand to witness it. “Santa wants to believe that they are all Nice until proven Naughty,” one Elf told this Modern Philosopher. “At the same time, he is so sickened by it all that he couldn’t bring himself to be here when the police arrived.”
North Pole Chief of Police Victor Gulag spoke to this Modern Philosopher. “Santa told me that I could trust you, but I don’t feel comfortable revealing too many details right now while…
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It was on this day in 1955 in Montgomery, Alabama that Rosa Parks, the mother of the civil rights movement, is jailed for refusing to give up her seat on the bus to a white man and igniting a more than year long bus boycott.
As African Americans previously made up 70 percent of the Montgomery bus ridership, the municipal transit system suffered gravely during the boycott. On November 13, 1956, the U.S. Supreme Court struck down Alabama state and Montgomery city bus segregation laws as being in violation of the equal protection clause of the 14th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution. The boycott ended December 21, 1956 – Rosa Parks was among the first to ride the newly desegregated buses.
The successful Montgomery Bus Boycott organized by Martin Luther King, Jr. and his nonviolent civil rights movement had won its first great victory. As we know, there would be many…
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When I got my kindle going so can read a little
Intriguing
Corot
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Face-to-face
The face to face encounter and its ethical meaning/implications is at the heart of Levinas‘ thought.Just today I was thinking over some personal events relating to this.
A few months ago I went into a cafe and found myself just behind an ex-colleague whom I regard [note the word] as friend.I could see her husband sitting at the back of the cafe.She did mutter,Hello,but instead of meeting me eye to eye and saying,”my husband wants to be alone”,she went through an elaborate pantomime of mime indicating rejection or keep a distance…which was unpleasant.I would been much happier with a straightforward look and a few words.
Today I had a similar event.I met a woman who used to be my physiotherapist ,again in a queue.She looked at me full on and greeted me with pleasure.As she picked up her tray she asked me to join her and her…
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I have got another book by Levinas.I am planning to spend a few days reading and meditating…so i should have much to write about next week.I am very affected by the notion of the meaning of how encounter another and how ethics is the primary essence of philosphy
My hard disk is failing I fear
So the engineer will come here
He’s taking the machine away
So I’ll have a non writing day.
I am losing the machine tomorrow for 7/10 days…. not very good for my Xmas shopping.But hey who wants a present?Let them eat cake,snake or drake!
I only have this one computer which is possibly a grave error but there we go.we must go with the flow.
My cursor is leaping about…. let’s hope they fix that,
The prospect of losing all my pics and poems is not worrying me as I can write more.So we’ll meet again,don’t know where,don’t know when….
Funny
Do you think philosophy’s monotonous?
Prefer an elephant to a hippopotamus?
Do not feel sad
When joy can be had
From seeing which writes are dichotomous.
Is your spelling far wurse than myne?
Are your thoughts far from sublyme?
Could Jacques Derrida spell?
Could Wittgenstein well?
Answering these questions will take up our tyme
You can look inside on Amazon but don’t waste your money.I
Write text here…
Stepping onto that fragile bridge
Which swayed in the breeze,
Stepping onto that fragile bridge
Was a difficult moment
Though I could see you far away.
As we traveled,sometimes we walked,
Sometimes we walked too fast,
Or without paying due attention
To the winds that blew across the water.
Sometimes I felt afraid I would fall
As the bridge swayed too much over
The dark sea.Or you might fall or turn back.
Sometimes we stopped walking and stood waiting
As if some portent would appear
To tell us what to do.
Still, we continued, with trust growing
After each difficulty…
All at once, you were near me,
And I recognised your face..
That light in your eyes
And your hands holding the ropes..
So we stood there,over the churning waters,
And all I wanted to do was to smile.
I wanted to smile.
Corot
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Face-to-face
The face to face encounter and its ethical meaning/implications is at the heart of Levinas‘ thought.Just today I was thinking over some personal events relating to this.
A few months ago I went into a cafe and found myself just behind an ex-colleague whom I regard [note the word] as friend.I could see her husband sitting at the back of the cafe.She did mutter,Hello,but instead of meeting me eye to eye and saying,”my husband wants to be alone”,she went through an elaborate pantomime of mime indicating rejection or keep a distance…which was unpleasant.I would been much happier with a straightforward look and a few words.
Today I had a similar event.I met a woman who used to be my physiotherapist ,again in a queue.She looked at me full on and greeted me with pleasure.As she picked up her tray she asked me to join her and her husband plus a grandchild.We had a pleasant time,But if she had said,we are with our family,or whatever,that woulded have been fine too.because she looked at me
I am not saying the first woman ought to have done that.But what interests me is the lack of a willingness to “meet” me with her gaze.I am entirely happy if people wish to be alone whilst the have coffee but I prefer them to say so.
Some individuals with autism are almost unable to make eye contact…. and this is because others are not real to them,If we are near someone who will not meet our eyes,it can convey the same feeling.On the other hand,every one has off days and so I feel no anger,just a discomfort as this woman is very articulate and highly educated.I think her husband is quite controlling.
So this made me think about Levinas and about Martin Buber‘s I and Thou
There is also an expression,”he looked right through me”which is also a negative way of facing someone.And also,Cutting someone dead.
Essentially not looking at someone is a form of killing them as you imply they are not part of society.Like not responding to someone verbally or in writing.You are saying,You do not exist.
Louise Glück : The Poetry Foundation.
One of the most respected poets of our time…and with a totally different less extreme view of life than Sylvia Plath.
See here
.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louise_Gl%C3%BCck
The ‘Always’ and ‘Never’ Life of Sylvia Plath – Karen Swallow Prior – The Atlantic.
Another piece about the poet and novelist Sylvia Plath… who seemed to have found post modernism in her writing before it was known and labelled
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Stan was in the new black and cream kitchen cooking the Sunday dinner.As usual in the North it was roast beef and Yorkshire puddings.Stan was very good with Yorkshire puddings.They ate them with gravy before the main course just to maintain tradition.Even Emile,their talking cat, loved a pudding soaked in thick meaty gravy..
Suddenly the kitchen door burst open and in rushed their neighbor Annie… covered in blue paint.
What’s happened to you,Stan enquired cautiously.Surely you are not house painting on Sunday?
No,I never paint myself,she responded.I was in the old shed and a stray cat was up on the top shelf.It leaped off knocking over this tin of paint.I’m wondering how to get ot out of my hair?
What type of paint is it?
It’s emulsion paint.
Well,I’m afraid you can’t get it out!
I can’t go around town with blue hair,she cried loudly,even a touch hysterically.
Well,all I can think is that I could cut off a little of your hair.
OK, if that’s the only way to get rid of that damned paint.Can I stay and eat with you,babe?
Of course,sweetheart.Now here are some pinking shears.
Have you no ordinary scissors? she cried fractiously.Oh,bleedin’ ‘ell!!
No,we lost them.But pinking shears will give a layered effect.
Stan began cutting the lefthand side of Annie’s hair.Then he went around to the right….his left or her right?
She looked in the mirror,The left is a bit longer,she murmured vampishly.She falt like cussing and swearing but she didn’t know enough bad words so far in her life.
OK I’ll cut off a bit more.Stan whispered into her neck.
Oh,my God.The shears slipped,it’s gone really short,he shouted.
All Stan could do was cut the remainder of Annie’s lovely hair so it was only 2 cm long all over.
Suddenly Mary came in,
I didn’t know you were a hair dresser, she said sardonically to her errant husband.
Well,Annie got paint in her hair so I’ve trimmed it off.
Trimmed it..it looks like she won’t need a cut for about two years.
Annie began to sob noisily ,terrifying Emile who was hiding behind the flour bin watching some ants.
Well,Stan answered, it will be easier to wash and dry and she’ll have no need for rollers etc.Why,I could do it for a living.
I think it looks charming.
Why pinking shears?Mary whispered.You could have used my dressmaking ones.
Well,too late now mioawed Emile sarcastically from the bookcase filled with the entire Penguin cookery book collection over thirty years.What a pity it took up so much space in the tiny kitchen.
I think her hair looks sweet,said Stan bravely.
Meantime,you have burned the puddings again.Just like King Alfred and the cakes.Men are only good at savory and meat dishes.
It takes a woman to cook puddings and cakes.But Yorkshire puddings are savories.
I wonder how Wittgenstein would have classified them ? cried Mary enthusiastically.
Not Wittgenstein again,moaned Stan in mental torment,can’t you move onto some other philosopher?
Whom do you suggest? she said grammatically.
Try Carnap or take up gardening.
Oh,Carnap’s more of a logician,Mary said defiantly,
You see I love Wittgenstein as a human being.
Are you committing adultery with him ?Stan demanded thoughtfully his eyes bright like lasers.
That’s a wild exaggeration,He’s dead,Mary muttered.And he was,er,gay!
How do you know? That’s what they all say,shouted Stan angrily.
But what about you and Annie? Mary said venomously.
Well,I get lonely with you lecturing all day and studying Wittgenstein and mathematics all night
Surely you could wait till I come home? Mary said sharply
I suppose so,though a harem has always been my dream!
I think you are a bit past it now at 99,said Mary.
That’s not what I think, said Emile quietly.Cats and men…how do they do it?
Meanwhile Annie had washed her hair an it dried in tiny uneven curls all over her head.
It looks quite fetching,they decided as they sat down to eat the charred Yorkshire puddings.
What an exciting Sunday especially for Stan who enjoyed touching and playing with women’s hair.
I wonder if it’s a mental illness?I’ll have to look on the internet.Still, better than panic attacks, he thought
consolingly as he carried the roast beef onto the dining room where the women were discussing religious topics including a curiosity about why Christians were so anti Semitic despite Jesus’ wish for people to love each other.and besides being God,He was also a Jewish person too.
That’s interesting,Stan thought,here people think he’s English!What a weird world it is,to be sure.God was not a white Eton educated man.He may have been brown with a long black beard and a moustache.Did he smoke?
Only when he thought nobody was looking!Then he had flames coming out of his ears,Well,it made him laugh,you see.It’s Sunday soon so get ready.The Lord is nigh and he has a new hat on too
After writing about maps I began to write about words.Words are very powerful in any kind of society but more so in a highly literate one.Words can be sacred or mundane.They can be loving or heartbreaking.And in English we have so many of them because English was developed from several other languages….Anglo-Saxon,French,Latin,Greek,Celtic…..so more than one word for some things.Here in this poem I compare words to birds [ geese ] flocking into the sky like words flock into our minds
GEESE
Words rise up like geese at dawn
When with pale sun new day is born
The words approach and dance in line
The choice of words is mine
Words spelled here by sense and sound
In clause and sentence weave around.
Which tempting words shall I now use
And which shall I refuse?
The fire lights up inside my heart
So now my writing hand can start/
I sit down at my desk and say
“This is the way I spend my day.
With words I sing and play”.
