The mind inhabits every body cell
When we’re tense the mind is tense as well
Thoughts are strangled choked the mind is crazed
All our body cells this crush obey.
Suspicion narrows eyes. And purses lips.
As we tense, the mind itself will shrink
Turning violent, hearts attacked by pain
No good thoughts are nurtured by this strain
How can we relax and trust once more?
The war dead moan, the Jews scream, Ariel roars.
Feel the pain precisely, let it go
Warmer heart remember there’s no foe
We lose our health we lose our lovers friends
Death comes slow but faster at the end
Now we can’t afford to use the lights
We feebly rage against the coming night.
Once our life expanded as we grew
Every year was filled with actions new.
Marriage job promotion travel fun
We never thought that one day we’d be done.
Who can fight against the dying light?
Once so strong and fierce your heart gave up
Oh my love I miss you in the night..
Filled with sorrow, we must drain the cup.
Aging is like dying everyday
Slowly slowly each life ebbs away
The leaves looks black the sun has sunk down low
No chariots of fire,no winter snow
In between the seasons of our minds
Comes the early Christmas be you kind
The black tents in the desert
Now destroyed
No space for love and peace here is the Void
By the flowerbed Dad and I would talk
In 1952 he still could walk
We spent the afternoon in Willows Park
At least there were some sparrows if not larks.
He wore a jacket made of thinning tweed
He felt cold in summer hence the need
He smoked cheap cigarettes I love their smell
Though they killed you Daddy I know well.
I did not understand that God was frail
I prayed for you but all to no avail.
The Jews in Auschwitz must have prayed at first
Then singing Kaddish stumbled to their deaths
God cannot be judged though humans can
Each Jew was a real person like I am
Every living person is another world
In its Imagination Europe failed
But could Daddy have been saved for ten more years?
Does even the best neighbour really care?
Few will help us mourn the ones we lost
Their feeble hearts just cannot bear the cost
Am I a saint myself for I am frail
Hiding from the lightning and the hail
There was a young Catholic from Devon
Whose mind was dead set against Heaven
So he tried hard to be bad
Oh, no luck did he have
Now he’s in heaven with Lenin
The sun appeared but now has left us here
With dull grey sky and trees as cruel as spears
We control our homes as best we can
But. Nature is a Force more strong than Man
Even in our bodies we feel pain
Thus evil is around us like a stain
Why does God all powerful not step in?
When children die,when wars begin again?
When every state has weapons for mass kills
Jesus dies with victims of our Will
We allowed the government our tax
So our evil to the worst is matched
The sun appeared but now has left us here
With dull grey sky and trees as cruel as spears
We control our homes as best we can
But. Nature is a Force more strong than Man
Even in our bodies we feel pain
Thus evil is around us like a stain
Why does God all powerful not step in?
When children die,when wars begin again?
When every state has weapons for mass kills
Jesus dies with victims of our Will
We allowed the government our tax
So our evil to the worst is matched
The purple mauve of morning fades away
The sky is soft pale blue,the sun is high
My light reflected in the melting dark
Looked like sunshine soft yet strangely stark
Then the light went out and I felt dim.
I cannot see but that is not a sin
I drank more tea and mused upon my life
Good and evil, fighting in the light
Let Love be strong and further love incite
I caught the tube for urine on my toe
The catheter is hurting more and more
I want to run away but I can’t walk
Mother take me home, it’s getting dark
I paid my monthly phone bill with a card
I must talk to friends when life is hard
I never thought I’d live to be so old
My chilblains disappeared, it’s not so cold
How I suffered as a little child
My brother was aggressive,he was wild
Recently he died, he got away
I miss him, I forgave him for those days
We both missed Daddy, how can Daddies die?
God is stranger than a mother’s
Sigh
I don’t like God nor calculating Pi
I should have studied music it was Gay
Dancing on the. Altar we decay.
The Holy Spirit’s fled in disarray
Don’t tread on the little flowers
in Katyn Forest
Fed with the blood of 20,000 unarmed men or roughly
Shot to bring àbout Utopia
How can good come out of evil?
How can force bring about love
How can the dead rise again?
God was absent already
Before the Holocaust
Before Stalingrad
Before Dresden
Before we aborted the inconvenient
Before the priest said Mass
Before we bit the Host
Before love waned
Before our eyes faded
We saw nothing until the bomb dropped
And he said, let there be light
When my love lies and break my woman’s heart
. When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path
. Then, shall I my life of evil start
And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?
For I have love’s own child inside my soul
And I shall tend her till at last she’s whole
Not to be outdone by Oxford, Cambridge has been offered money to fund a Himmler scholarship by a 5th cousin of the Nazi to find out why Himmler had been so evil unlike
the rest of his family.
Maybe it will produce new ideas to teach us important facts about human behaviour.Or is it too late ?
Is there any hope ?
My boundaries broken, leaks my soul to earth
Disdained by helpers out flies my own worth
My door won’t close,my body is unsafe
Being cleaned by others seems like rape
No time is free for they come when they will
Losing one’s autonomy can kill
To break into the sacred heart brings death
Destroying or debasing with cold wrath
I am afraid
Of intelligent people
Including
Myself
Is there a reason ?
Is it helpful?
The buttercups are burning in the fields
The sun is hanging low as if to see
The Ash fall to the earth, the level sealed
The grass turns brown ,the barley ripe will kneel.
The hares are leaping,wait, I watch them flee.
The buttercups are burning in the fields
The Honeysuckle curves like a red wheel
Hanging flowers still humming with brown bees
The ashes to the earth dark riches yield
This fiery land will flaunt its bright appeal
As from the trees hang ghosts of still born leaves
The buttercups are burning in the fields
The spiders wait, the rabbits ,raunchy, reel.
What is this Earth our eyes, all new, perceive
Where ashes to the earth dark riches yield?
Who are we such dark gold to receive
When humans trick each other and deceive?
The buttercups are burning in the fields
Their ashes shall redeem as richness yields
http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2011/aug/29/hannah-arendt-adolf-eichmann-banality-of-evil of Kant
Interesting as it gives a better definition of what she meant by thinking.And horrifyingly
Eichmann claimed to be a follower of Kant
How my heart sings 