Category: Thinkings and poems

The Top Ten Ways To Feel More Steady On Your Feet – Concentric Rehabilitation Centre

https://www.concentricrehab.com.au/2018/01/22/the-top-ten-ways-to-feel-more-steady-on-your-feet/#:~:text=Standing%20in%20front%20of%20a,spent%20on%20a%20single%20leg.

So pleased to meet you: why it’s never too late to make close friends

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2023/may/14/new-friendship-in-my-50s-taught-me-that-its-never-too-late-to-make-close-friend?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

She showed me a very different approach to dealing with a professional or personal setback: she doesn’t fight, she accepts. She regroups to heal and focuses on restoring her inner strength instead of allowing outside forces to suffocate her. At first, I couldn’t understand what seemed like emotional surrender, but as I got to know her better, I began to appreciate and eventually to emulate her Korean ways. She has taught me that everything is not always a battle.

I never believed in destiny…….

Psychoanalysis Today

Eating disorders

https://www.psychoanalysis.today/en-GB/PT-Articles/Suzuki146611/Eating-Disorders-and-the-Patient%E2%80%99s-State-of-Mind-A.aspx#:~:text=States%20of%20mind%20associated%20with%20eating%20disorders&text=Their%20mind%20becomes%20flooded%20with,and%20a%20sense%20of%20despair.

Can gimbling with me help?

So uninspired, the vivid moles did fire a thimble on the waves

So crumbly were the unbaked loaves

The home cats all strayed

Come with me my little pal, I’ll take you out and pay the knaves

My Google payment was devised

On the comb I found your waves

So definitely the PayPal loved, uncensored symbols overcame.

The term denied, it was unsafe

In the end we all were crazed.

Symbols thimbles stop and blink till men are kinder and still brave

My phone will not with contact pay

I think it’s better to pray my way.

Stephen Leacock Lewis Carroll put me in and wouldn’t borrow

My heart was filled with God’s own power

We’ll play the lame for half an hour

Annie and Mary discus politics on the beach

Mary and Annie went on the beach at Aldeburgh. The beach is mainly shingle. At dawn they have seen the fishing boats going out

I don’t like walking on a shingle,Mary announced it was a truth as if it was a truth like the discovery of gravity

Well Annie said, we both need some extremely good trainers. But we can’t get them here and anyway we’re going home soon. Why don’t we walk on the promenade instead of on the beach?

Well I like to walk along the very edge of the sea and hear the pluck and knock of the tide.

Do stop showing off. I have read Look stranger on this island now by WH Auden.

So have I said Mary and it’s one of the few poems I can remember by heart.

https://www.best-poems.net/poem/look-stranger-by-w-h-auden.html

That’s fortunate said Annie because you might get sent to prison for plagiarism.

Apart from you no one else has heard me saying the pluck and knock of the tide.

I expect they’ll see it on your blog.

Who knows that I’ve got a blog Mary asked foolishly?

You will be surprised said Anna.

Last week someone in Iraq was reading it. I don’t suppose they have read Auden unless they are a professor of English literature. That’s a possibility. Will I need to issue an apology?

Yes or the Conservatives will put you in jail.

Well I’m definitely not going to vote for the Conservative party at the next election.

And so say all of us

She combed her hair gently

Mary saw the bus was due in five minutes.She applied some sunscreen and combed her hair gently with a cake fork while she wondered why she was going out.She looked into her phone camera to get her hair in order
Alas, the familiar footsteps of Annie were heard on the patio.In she flew dressed in red and brown like a robin in winter except she wore pure wool and nit feathers
How do you like my outfit, she cried girlishly
Mary stared at her, noting the pale beige face makeup from Max Tucker and brick coloured lipstick from Wigan’s Makeup Outlet Store where Annie loved to browse for days on end.
I think the brick coloured lipstick does not go with the scarlet jacket,Annie.
Oh, don’t worry.It’s the in thing now to clash
That might be true but men won’t know it’s a fashion unless they read Vogue.Most don’t.
Never mind all that. I’ve brought Emile a new blanket
He’s not a dog,you know.Do cats need blankets?
If you drove it would protect the seat.
I might go round the bend.If we drive we almost certainly would meet bends
Do fish get the bends,mewed Emile?
We don’t know that.It only proves that a question can be asked in a human language but within that system there is no way of answering it,Mary told him quietly, thinking of Wittgenstein her husband’s former tutor.
First of all, fish probably can’t speak English or understand it.
How amazing, the little cat replied.How stupid can you get?
Well a fish would think you were stupid for not being able to live in the sea.
So true,Emile sighed.Shall I try?
Don’t be so ridiculous,Annie whispered.The sea in not near Knittingham. Mary can’t drive and you may drown.
Then St Peter will be reading out all your sins
Can cats commit sins, asked Emile with surprise
Yes, because you know you have a choice.You can bite my hand or resist the temptation
I don’t feel like biting it now so if I did it would not give me pleasure.
For God’s sake, stop arguing.Anyone would think you’d been to the Synagogue, today Mary shouted
But in a Synagogue men argue about the Torah not about cats swimming,Emile replied
But then it gets to be a habit,Mary finished.
Still many other people argue,Annie reminded her.
But God does not want it,Mary said
How do you know? He/She may love to hear it.It will provoke thought
And it may provoke a Flood or you being turned into a pillow of salt,Mary screamed
Pillar of Salt,Annie corrected her
Why do people not turn into pepper, the cat asked wisely.
There is no pepper in the Dead Sea, the women agreed.~And black pepper/white pepper could be PIC
They have red peppers in the Market.Annie mused.And yellow too
But where does that leave us?Where was Mary going to and why has she not left for the bus stop? Was it something wicked that she was trying to do in secret?
We’ll see tomorrow I expect

From an article in the Times newspaper about NHS waiting lists

Rigged numbers


Let me give Colvile one explanation for the fact that waiting lists have stopped rising. My wife recently saw her GP with a view to being referred to a consultant. She was told that local hospitals have closed their lists for the type of procedure she required, thus preventing the numbers from rising

Singing still the ancient elegies.

Reverberations of the ancient elegies
The coffin carried by the four dark men
Agitate the mind with memory

He has gone and where will I soon be?
Am I to live and utilise my pen
Remembering all the ancient elegies?

I’d like to ask him what beauty he could see
Before he smiled and dropped his head again
Don’t agitate the mind with memory.

Hamlet asked, to be or not to be
But most go quietly when it is their turn
Singing still the ancient elegies.

Can we trust the darkness we perceive
Where god hides his greatest mystery, man
Don’t agitate the mind with memory.

Violently, with passion, the young burn
Then stone temples harden as they learn
Reverberations of the ancient elegies
Wound the human mind with memory

Reverberations

Like a piece of ground where bombs go off repeatedly,

my inner landscape is perpetually marked
by these explosions of sorrow,
made all the worse
by the lack of a listening ear,
a warm open heart
or an outstrerched hand.

I have constructed a map
but it's incomplete,by its nature;
so even now,I might stumble into an old hole
or a new one,created
by reverberations underground;
the noise like distant music,
a  constant drumbeat.

We do not dance
I might call it the Liturgy of Loss,
a dance to the music of rhyme;
Patterns abd shapes hold the feelings
and express them.The shape of these forms
is a container for the grief.

In this way,I indicate
that life will go on;I hear the healing music
and sing to its melodies
like a mermaid on the edge of the sea in winter
when the water is cold and green like his eyes,
and the rocks are hard like large fists.

Nature can be a s ymbol for such emotion
we cannot walk without a tear in ech eye
and a softening of our hearts
as tenderly we touch the world
and are touched in turn by each other.

Stretch out your hand to meet mine.
We can hold each other better
than each can hold theirself.
Like in sex, the meaning is not the climax
but the giving and being given;
receiving and being received.
The sacredness of the erotic needs no explanation
to a gardener or a fisherman
but may need it for the information saturated,postmodern
who dwell in the fascist virtual reality
we call life on earth today

Reverberations are the mind

The instrumental music of the mind

The plucked strings of guitars, the air that sings

Echoes in the caves of memory ring

The sea of life on Dover beach, the sighs

Do not think the mind is made of bytes

Electric currents, shocks that kill the eyes

Other Hitlers play and Jesus die

We forget the depth the height the light

We are not screens we’re strings that must be plucked

We are the notes that swirl and sing ,combine

We are not notations on straight lines

We’re the shingle feeling how tides suck

Computers’ rhythms are too straight for real life.

Computer man it’s time to meld or die

Hold my hand when life is dark

Helps us when we cannot talk

Touching, holding, being there

Gives us strength so we can bear

The heavy load,the angst, the care

The holy dove,the hands of love

Down below, up above

Grasp my body, hold me tight

Through the nightmares,bring me1 light

Comfort as we’re not alone

In the darkness be my home

Annie and Mary visit the nursing home again

The very next day Mary and Annie went back went back to Rose house to see Maggie. I hope that Maggie believes that we were genuinely unable to come in yesterday because of the beautiful bottom competition, st Mary thoughtfully. Don’t worry about it Emile said it was your fight or flight reaction which senf adrenaline rushing through your blood. I think flight was the sensible mature response to what you heard.

Thank you, baby said Annie softly now come on let’s go let’s ring that doorbell and speak to the receptionist

The women and the cat were soon in Maggie’s room on the ground floor of Rose House. What are the stuff brought them some lovely tea in China mugs But suddenly they heard somebody scream. They carried on with their chat.

But soon they could hear another scream and then the words

helpe me help me help me

Then Annie said to Maggie is nobody going to her?

Maggie replied saying that this lady screams all day sometimes and even all night and they can’t go to her every time. There are not enough staff.

Ida has got vascular dementia and she can’t walk so she’s totally dependent on the Carers. She has no hobbies or interests which is not surprising because she is 100 years old.

0h my God said Mary I thought they would get looked after very well in a nursing home.

I ho in and read her stories said Maggie. But the day is very long when you’re in bed all the time or maybe occasionally you get into the lounge in a wheelchair.

Some of the United people will start shouting or asking for help while they’re in the lines doing flower arranging or listening to the music therapist singing their favourite song. Is there a coupon show soon we have to take them back to their rooms and then they shout more because they are disappointed.

It must be trying for you Maggie trying to read or learn another language. Annie had spotted teach yourself Latin on the bookshelf.

Yes I think it’s affecting my blood pressure said Maggie dolefully.

I am able to walk now so I could go back home if I can get some help.

I love being near the sea and seeing lg the fishing boat go out at dawn. But it’s very small place so I think I will go back to knittingham once I manage to arrange the help in the house are possibly a few other things so I’ll let you know when I come back it will be great if I can meet you more frequently. It’s very lonely here because I couldn’t walk for a long time and it’s quite depressing you know that the other people are here mainly because they have no one to look after them at home and in some cases just waiting to die. We need a campaign especially after the effects of lockdown. Would you like to be here when visitors weren’t allowed. And you couldn’t really go outside. So far this spring has been very cold too.

Maggie we haven’t really talked to you very much we’ll come again before we go home and make sure we keep your details on our phones so we will not lose them. We’re coming to see you again on Sunday because we are going home on Monday. Is there anything that you would like us to bring? Visit my phone number and tell me anything from fruit to 5 pairs of frilly knickers.

Oh that’s so kind said Maggie her eyes filling with tears so since my husband Len died three years ago I I didn’t have anyone I could ask to bring with things I know I could order from Amazon online but it’s not the same having someone there to help you when you remember you’re running out of something important

Emile put his head off of the rucksack and he said to Maggie, if you are running out of love I will give you my personal phone number but you can bring me anytime and I will send you loving and friendly text messages. I like this town because you can buy fresh fish on the beach. Yum yum yum he cried humorously before himself back into the soft cardigan the bottom of the rucksack.

Phone Emile or email

emiletan@catswelove.org

http://www.realcatsbite.wordpress.com

Exciting women

8He was a picky person with a penchant for piss artistry
He liked to excite women with his studied impropriety.
He often went to bed with a woman of society
Then she would be troubled by her sudden notoriety.
As demanding as a pigeon with one eye and no stability;
Although he had been gifted with a wide range of abilities.
He always told the truth in a manner Jesuitical
It gave rise to deep wounds and to curious thoughts inimical.
He read between the lines and fantasised romanticly
He knew his Greek and Latin and corrected folk pedanticly.
He liked to drink ripe brandy and practise tantric gallantry.
Until it led to arguments and words fired off too franticly.
He said he felt real lonesome even when he was in intimacy
Wished he’d never bothered to lose his own virginity
He did too much for others and got stressed out by an accident
Until his control broke and gave rise to a grave incident.
So now he is in prison and finds it suits him perfectly.
He was made to be a hermit and he lives his life less jerkily.
All he misses now is the ladies so beloved of him…
He wonders if they can be jailed and share his cell and comfort him?

Jonathan Neely

Little black babies how do you do?

Don’t go on the subway it’s dangerous to you

You grew up with mother but father was gone

Jonathan Neely went down stairs no man’s son

On the subway his mind was scrambled like egg

Psychotic and starving,he needed to beg

A young man called David was down there that day

Jonathan Neely it’s for you we should pray

No food and no money is there no welfare state?

So Jonathan Neely,I’m afraid that you are late.

Mr Penny was standing near where Jonathan stood.

And now you’re being charged for his body and blood.

His name was not Jesus his name was not Christ

But that was no reason to take this man’s life

I don’t think you’ll get 20 years in the jail.

Where the black men turn white and the white man turn pale

The poor and the mental, the sad and the weak

There’s little protection on the subway or Street.

A moment of Terror and.moment of pain

America’s suffering again and again

The richest of countries but not the most wise.

Jesus was native, the Romans tell lies.

Now we are post truth does this damn legal trials?

The children are crying while the rich men wear smiles.

If you’re tempted to force what should you do?

Turn round and run for this could be you.

Love without

Love

When first I saw your soulful face,
Then wished I most to you embrace.
I wished as well to clothe you in
The sacred images within.

To find a home for love without;
To fold my dreams all round about
Your loving body and your face
Were covered in such joy and grace.

But now my dreams are cast aside
The world of meaning denied life.
What seemed most precious now is fled…
And I lie sleepless in my bed.

What is the world when unadorned
With all that in my heart I’ve formed?
There is no meaning I can trace.
As in a mother’s empty face.

On these grey rocks my path is hard.
From paradise, my self is barred.
To struggle or to grief succumb
When this dark day of mourning’s done?

Into His dazzling darkness dart
My dreams and love like dying sparks.
Into His Mystery now so fair
I’ll cast both hope and my despair.

Thus my dreams will be transformed
To show themselves in other forms.
What feels a loss may foretell growth.
On my hope,I’ll take an oath

That nothing in my life is waste,
That I have not for phantasms chased.
And you are human,as am I.
Let’s live again until we die

The face within your face

You let me see the face within your face
Human,lowly,humbler than an ant
The pathos in your eyes made sad my gaze
The other face, defended, has no grace
With it ,you appear quite confident.
Yet you revealed to me your hidden face
I know now of the suffering of your days
A fear of tragic pasts feared imminent
The pathos in your eyes made sad my gaze
The mental torment heavy all your days.
Yet you must hide from men intolerant
You revealed the face within your face
Like martyrs, you were tortured and disgraced
You wandered feebly,lost, itinerant
The pathos in your eyes makes sad my days
If Love exists then would that not embrace
The lost, the lonely, even the vagrant?
You revealed the face within your face
The pathos in your eyes made me feel base

Speech to text

The glory of underbuilt jeans

Gloria van der Bilt jeans

Glorious in her gilt jeans

Glory is never what it seems.

The story of God and the Queen

Anyway I’m losing weight and my genes that were tied to weeks ago I know dropping off me so if you want to find me you can just follow the trail of jeans or genes

On the way to the beach with Mary and Annie

Katherine’s image

Mary put on her light tweed trouser suit and the pair of brogues she always thought just right for walking around Aldeburgh. It was not really Mary’s style. She had been reading private patient by P.D James who obviously admired thin or thick tweed trouser suits. But not for changing the tyree on your car. That’s the big advantage of jeans.

She went into Annie’s room in the small family hotel. it was a beautiful room decorated in turquoise and light blue and she said furtively

I’ve just remembered that there is a  Nursing Home near here. Someone I used to know when I was young called Maggie Heldridge has been living here for about a year. She fell over and couldn’t walk properly so she came here for rest and  physiotherapy. I’m wondering if she’s going to go home again so we could call and find out. Most women like visitors but are Mary and Annie normal visitors?

Are you thinking that we should go and visit her while we’re nearby? Annie asked her?

Well it will be an act of hunan  kindness wouldn’t it? She never married so she probably doesn’t have many visitors. I’ll give the place a call and we can go around there for  coffee this morning.

Little did they know what was in store for them on this sunny morning.

Emile woke up.

Can I come with you, he asked politely? I’m not very keen on building sandcastles  nor rolling up my trouser legs so I can paddle in the sea.

We we could give this rucksack a trial to see whether I could wear it for a longer walk up the beach.

Rose House was not difficult to find. They went up the Town Steps which led to a slightly higher road on which the Catholic church was located. Why they built the church up there I have no idea. Rose house was opposite the church

Maybe they were afraid of the church being washed away by the sea given what had happened at nearby Dunwich

Press the buzzer on the front door of Rose House and you will find a determined receptionist inside who will allow you to get in because she knows the secret code.

They introduced themselves and told her that they had come to see their friend Maggie.

Maggie.,. we all love her she is so beautiful, she wears very trendy clothing and she’s got beautiful skin I have seen it myself because I used to be a Carer but I went to college and did some training and now I’m a receptionist

We  are going to have a beautiful bottom competition this year were I myself I’m going to photograph the bottom of anyone who wants to enter. When we will pin a number of them on the wall and people can decide which one they like the best.

What is this place? thought Mary

It seems a bit weird to me. Is it legal to take a photograph of anyone’s bottom? I suppose they give their consent its okay. They may not want to upset the staff by refusing.

Actually if you like I can take  photographs of your bottoms while you are here although you can cannot enter the competition unless you are a resident.

The two women looked at each other in wild surmise. They picked up the rucksack and ran out of the door into the car park as there was no other place that you could get to from the door. Unless you had wings.

They ran into the nearest coffee shop and asked for two large cappuccinos with sugar as tea was not available. Forgotten all about Emile but where was he?

We can’t we can’t let Maggie down Mary said we will have to go back but not today I will telephone and explain that you have got a sudden attack of claustrophobia so you need to see a doctor urgently

I can’t tell lies to the doctor. It seems wrong

Why not? We are post truth now you know. And it’s all because of Judith Butler and Heidegger.

Don’t worry I never played with them in the school playground.

You will never play with them anywhere.

I don’t mind whatever you say and the two women walked along the streets with a happy Emile in the ruck sack on Mary’s back. What’s a miracles that is

Why cry all of us?

Rogues please two pairs

If God had made us with paws like dogs and fur like tigers then we would not need to buy clothes and we would not need money as much as we do.

Furthermore if we ate grass we are not need to go to the supermarket.

If we had fur would that be sufficient to keep us warm in the northern winters because tigers don’t live there but they’re living in Africa and India where it’s hot.

Can someone invent a new form of fur?

However if we had four legs under arms it will be hard to read a book especially if our eyes are set further to the side like cats eyes look to be. After all we don’t want to have curved books, do we?

Would you like a tail like a cat? Would we still have looting contests?

Could we still buy stiletto heels to stick to our whores?Sorry, laws.

My mother bought some rogues in Hotters sale. She bought just one pair. Four colours black brown yellow and white. Sorry they don’t have them in khaki

My wife said to me if you want to have a bath there are plenty of clean trowels in the Bering Coven.

My friend is buying a flat. What else can you do with them?

I’m not sure what it means

A holy stone is good for a rest or to throw at a pest.
Too many dirty books caused me to need a wash and get really tense!
Flask’s are not what your auntie can fill for you, but you can do one for your auntie if you are a pest.I mean pressed.
I was asleep at the spinning wheel trying to beat a record for the longest tale in the world.I misread it..longest tail in the world.Oh, what dead luck.
Why does the ass face backwards?
Pass the tea bag over the kettle to flavour the theatre
At the back of Dawn stood a very big bad bald man
At the flop of a hat he jumps into bed
At the eleventh power failure she went over the edge and I had a very nervous breakdown on my hands.I p ulled her back from the brim of the coffee mug as she wished to drown her sorrows
I was at the far end of my mope when the priest called out for wine..They used to drink tea once but they now say tea was never mentioned in the Bible.As for cappuccinos… do you think Jesus would have did what He did if he was in Starbuck’s. all morning? See,that’s what thinking does for you.So stop now
At the end of the day coffee keeps you awake all night choosing the hymns for your funeral.
At the bend in the book-keepers’ folder was a gold coin.Father Xmas left it for him,so he said
At the last minuet I’d like to be alone with my own soul or a fried sole
She made me eat the witch’s sandwiches.They were pearlicious.But the witch is now malicious which bodes ill for the New Year not to mention the full moon.What is it full of anyway? Ll