I am having my skull enlarged so that I can broaden my mind
Why can’t humans have an external hard drive to unload their brains onto.Just think if we swapped them life would change utterly
Are ears ports?
Get a swelled head.That might make people hate you but it definitely will give you space once your prick your head with a needle to let the beer out.
I wonder whether breadth or depth is best.
A broader eye might make the mind broader.Open that pupil now!
http://www.poetryarchive.org/poem/anyone-lived-pretty-how-town
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did.
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
‘Anyone lived in a pretty how town’, copyright 1940, © 1968, 1991 by the Trustees for the E E Cummings Trust from Complete Poems: 1904-1962 edited by George J Firmage (W W Norton, 1991), by permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation Recordings used by permission of the BBC. This selection may not be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher.
W. H. Auden
Stevie Smith
Galway Kinnell
Heisenberg’s cat remains silent
https://www.theguardian.com/science/2013/nov/10/what-is-heisenbergs-uncertainty-principle
“Perhaps the strangest result of the uncertainty principle is what it says about vacuums. Vacuums are often defined as the absence of everything. But not so in quantum theory. There is an inherent uncertainty in the amount of energy involved in quantum processes and in the time it takes for those processes to happen. Instead of position and momentum, Heisenberg’s equation can also be expressed in terms of energy and time. Again, the more constrained one variable is, the less constrained the other is. It is therefore possible that, for very, very short periods of time, a quantum system’s energy can be highly uncertain, so much that particles can appear out of the vacuum. These “virtual particles” appear in pairs – an electron and its antimatter pair, the positron, say – for a short while and then annihilate each other. This is well within the laws of quantum physics, as long as the particles only exist fleetingly and disappear when their time is up. Uncertainty, then, is nothing to worry about in quantum physics and, in fact, we wouldn’t be here if this principle didn’t exist.”
Cant, a very short introduction to himself, by himself for himself
Rustle, his major works summarized by women remote as icebergs
Gurgle into mathematics by Ima Babbler D.Phil [Poxon]
Girdles for beginners by Andy Wear
Off man, a feminist directive.by Wee Struggle-Onn and Son
I Done, the music and the notes by E Donne
Baked Ovens for beginners, by U.R Cooke
Eyeson Berg, the man and his wry dear by No Way Rede.
Was Quantum Theory a Nazi Hoax? by Michael Foo Co
Does the author have authority by Sylvia Hath
10) Don’t force it
Just like you when you have insomnia you shouldn’t try and force sleep, don’t try to force writing when you’re truly stuck. The outcome is the same in both cases – frustration. If you really can’t get writing and you’ve tried everything it may just not be your day. And that’s okay, no one can be successful with creative tasks every day…it may be a day to focus on a more technical project.
I have never had this until lately.I used to write limericks but my mood was not fitted for those.I read an article about Stoicism and discovered the same man wrote a book about Insults.So by reading in a different field, I got some new ideas.I also said to myself since I am unwell maybe I should stop writing.It is like exercise in that it takes a time to get going.So the first things we write may be rubbish.
I wrote about Insults and never knew before it was “jumping on someone”
https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/insult
“Origin
Mid 16th century (as a verb in the sense ‘exult, act arrogantly’): from Latin insultare ‘jump or trample on’, from in- ‘on’ + saltare, from salire ‘to leap’. The noun (in the early 17th century denoting an attack) is from French insulte or ecclesiastical Latin insultus. The main current senses date from the 17th century, the medical use dating from the early 20th century.”
The sun is gone, the sky is dull and grey
The air with heavy moisture is oppressed
When sad, I lose my feeling for the day
The sun is gone, the sky is dull and grey
The heat is cruel as on my skin it plays
I feel as if my heart is put to test
Why cannot from me the grief go stray?
Why am I forbidden to take rest?
The cloud is gone, the sky is full of prayer
The air with baptismal water is now blessed
You know this experience, sometimes when you are browsing in a bookshop you come across a book with a wonderful title. This happened to me as a student when I saw a book with this title:
“The courage to be ”
by Paul Tillich
I was going through a hard time and just the title alone helped me as no one I knew had ever said it takes courage to live well.So I bought this book and dipped in. I found it interesting and thoughtful.Sometimes I would just look at the front cover and repeat the title.I had discovered mantra meditation.in a sense.
One morning I was listening to a radio programme about poetry in England and tidying up. Suddenly my old battered copy of “The Courage to Be” fell out of a shelf and into my hand.And I said, thank you. Because I had lost this companion and now it’s restored to me when I need again to say the words to help me in a personal crisis.
The Courage to Be
And to recognise the power of words on the human mind and thus to take care of self and others and what we say to them for they too are struggling humans as we ourselves are.
And to discover virtue is not faux piety which suddenly reminded me that Tillich had a weakness for women. He was no plaster saint.
Had he stayed in Germany he would no doubt have been imprisoned even killed like Dietrich Bonhoeffer.He would not have been silent
Books… they save lives. I was so grateful and still am for education, books, people who talk to me .Had I lived a few years earlier it would have been different.
http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/595850/Paul-Tillich/7266/Development-of-his-philosophy
Tillich was expelled from Germany in 1933, the first non-Jewish theologian to have this honor bestowed on him.I never saw him but I love him for his writing.
Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone.
Paul Tillich
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/p/paul_tillich.html#y15kkZigwdviBd76.99
The courage to be is the courage to accept oneself, in spite of being unacceptable. Paul Tillich
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/p/paul_tillich.html
Although I cared for my old one alone
It seems now he is gone I need advice
From being wise, a fool I am now grown
So I am given orders; oh, surprise!
Do I sleep or eat or wash my bras
Do I wear clean knickers in the morn?
Intrusive,disrespectful ,tra,la lah!
On these cheeky folks, I pour my scorn
If I turn to gypsy ways of life
A wooden caravan and my own horse
I will be troubled by the heat of strife
I fear I shall become an alien coarse
Where were they when I travailed alone,
Carrying in my breast a heavy stone?
A friend wished to insult me with her words
She was angry that I seemed to draw in men
You Siren, she exclaimed, in tones absurd
I stared astonished, feeling puzzled then
I wore thick glasses, carried my old books
Read Birkhoff and McLean and Wittgenstein
To me, it was no insult to my looks
It was a compliment, not word malign
And I was married to a gentle man
Had never noticed what she’d claimed to see.
My evenings were spent boiling meat in pans
To me. more adoration was obscene
Now I grow old and see my hair go thin
I marvel at the label, you Siren!
Definition of WILLINGNESS [ from Merriam Webster]
Cheerful readiness to do something [ plus ditto to feel or be something]
Thinking about the significance of “willingness” ,it comes to my mind that if we are asked to do something pleasurable we will not need urging.We will easily be willing unless we are masochists are have pressing needs that cannot wait.
So what is the significance of “willingness” when it relates to something unpleasant or painful we must do?
I can imagine one scene where I ask someone to do a small task for me and though they are busy they are “more than willing” knowing my circumstances.But I ask a different person and though they agree there is a grudging quality about their doing what I ask.
Tn the first case we all feel joy when we know someone will go out of their way to help us and in the second we feel uneasy about asking that person and neither side gains much from the transaction.
Now turn inwards and imagine that you waken up feeling in poor spirits and moreover you do not like this.That is, you are unwilling to feel the way you do.
In my experience being unwilling in that way makes the spirits worse. We have secondary anger or depression about our state which can only make it worse.
Now think of the term “acceptance”.We can easily imagine that if we can accept a situation we can deal with it better.So a wife who finds her husband’s hobby is studying maths in the evening is going to have a problem if she believed they would spend every evening chatting together.
The husband too has a problem that he may not have foreseen when he was madly in love.He has to work out how much time he needs alone with his abstractions or whether it is an excuse not to engage with his wife.
The wife who finds her husband genuinely needs to study for long hours or he is unhappy will have to consider whether she can accept this as a way of life or whether she should seek a better partner because nowadays women want to have their needs met too,
If she accepts it and adapts then she may be happy.A problem rises if she keeps up a war with her husband, criticising and blaming him for his needs.I might say she can’t force him to talk to her as what value does it have when it is not spontaneous?
If people have good will towards each other then they can find away of living and respecting the other.
If we have good will towards our selves then we can accept and live with parts of ourself we do not like or parts which cause us suffering yet which cannot be changed and must be lived with.
If we don’t have good will towards ourselves then life is much harder as we attack ourselves with criticism and deprivation of love.
I think willingness or good will is crucially important in human life though n doubt I frequently forget it! Ill will directed anywhere ou side or in harms both parties or splits the self and causes more deeper problems.
Of course it is hard to be willing to suffer painful emotions but what choice do we have?Only to find the best way or at least
“to be willing to be willing”
as I describe it to myself.
Is willingness a virtue or a decision? Or an impossibility for some of us?
In the quiet times of life,
When I need to mend the tears
Torn by stress and strife.
I hold my soul so carefully
And look at every part.
I hope that light will come to me.
As I wonder how to start.
I take my needle out
With love thread through its heart
I scrutinise each inch
And then I start to stitch
In the quietness of the night
You heal me all the time.
You talk to me in dreams
And I write them down in rhymes.
Keep the cocoon whole
Till the soul’s completely there,
Then through its love sewn cloth
A butterfly will flare.
Towards an insult, pacific one might be.
For why waste time on listening to a fool,
Unless the mocker knocked your painful knee?
Alternatively, thank her for her plea
And pay for her to go right back to school
Towards an insult, pacific one might be.
Go as far as offering a fee
Ask her if he’s heard of old George Boole
Unless the lady kicked your painful knee?
Ask her for more detail verbally
Ask her if’s she has a log at Yule
Towards an insult, specific one can be.
I returned an insult with my eye
A dirty look, there is no final rule
Unless she picked you for your pretty knee
A well-versed tongue may be a useful tool
Take care with teachers as they’re rarely cool
Towards an insult, apathetic one might be.
Unless the cruelty wrecked your sympathy
When insults and wild taunts were sent to me
It was the grace-mucked ego of the man
He climbed the titles of my poems like trees
Where once he had imposed a love of knees
Instead, he used bad language like “foregone”
His insults and mild taunts were sent through me
He followed me in a secret up this tree
He liked to compound interest, just for fun
He wrote my poems and tested my gee bee.
We know that hate can cry and love can gleam
At best, he varnished ladies till they shone
He consummated love with almost three
And yet he had his welcome dignity
He wrote real swell as if he were a man
He might have caught me if I charged him free.
The closeness of a bond can overcome
The hatred that’s engendered being twins
His interest and his haunts were agonies
He used the titles complimentarily
If you buy books from Amazon, you have probably noticed how they frequently use your forename when giving you information or asking questions.Now with people, if you want o be friends it is nice to use their first name a lot.Amazon must do it because it will make us feel they are our best friend.Well, it is good to be able to find books we want but Amazon is a business.The more friendly they are the more we are likely to buy and return to their site.So tey are using social psychology to manipulate us/Advertisers used the work of Freud, his ideas about the Unconscious.His nephew was one of the first people in that field.
And propaganda in wartime is a similar type of activity.We are made to feel safe by someone who gets the right image across.In reality it may be a mistake.
It is hard to resist the kind of way Amazon addresses us.
My fate has brought me losses in excess
Since you died by your own choice at last
Control of life we do not now possess
My fate has brought me losses in excess
And left me dwelling in the wilderness
In the deeper mind, there is no past
My fate has brought me losses in excess
You died by your hand, the trumpet blasts
How much I long for you who are not here
I lose myself in music and in words
Your memory so clear , so very dear
How much I long for you who are not here
My eyes are blinded with my heavy tears
My heart unpeaceful with your image stirred
How much I long for you who are not here
I lose myself in music and in words
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/triolet-poetic-form
PostedSeptember 29, 2004 |
TypePoetic Terms/Forms |
The triolet is a short poem of eight lines with only two rhymes used throughout. The requirements of this fixed form are straightforward: the first line is repeated in the fourth and seventh lines; the second line is repeated in the final line; and only the first two end-words are used to complete the tight rhyme scheme. Thus, the poet writes only five original lines, giving the triolet a deceptively simple appearance: ABaAabAB, where capital letters indicate repeated lines.
French in origin, and likely dating to the thirteenth century, the triolet is a close cousin of the rondeau, another French verse form emphasizing repetition and rhyme. The earliest triolets were devotionals written by Patrick Carey, a seventeenth-century Benedictine monk. British poet Robert Bridges reintroduced the triolet to the English language, where it enjoyed a brief popularity among late-nineteenth-century British poets. Though some employed the triolet as a vehicle for light or humorous themes, Thomas Hardy recognized the possibilities for melancholy and seriousness, if the repetition could be skillfully employed to mark a shift in the meaning of repeated lines.
In “How Great My Grief,” Hardy displays both his mastery of the triolet and the potency of the form:
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
—Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Not memory shaped old times anew,
Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee?
Attention in the moment gives us grace
To lose our self in seeing brings us peace.
We see the most when we are most effaced
Life is a strong tapestry of lace
The little threads connect and never cease
Attention to each moment brings us grace
A friend who never doubts, we can’t embrace.
They make themselves more boring than a beast
We hear the most when we are most effaced
A friend who’s open gives our hearts solace.
With these, we share the wine, enjoy a feast
Attention to each moment brings us grace
We will meet our lovers as we play;
Who notices the details, most and least.
We feel the most when we are most effaced
In our soul, we feel the spring release.
Guarded by attention, not police.
Attention in the moment, that is grace
We see the most when we are most effaced
If I go I won’t tell you.
I’ll just disappear one day.
Like when a cigarette, which seemed so long,
suddenly has become smaller
and you never noticed it
because you were talking
about the meaning of life
while life was somewhere else
blown away with your smoke
into the sky
and then dispersed
never quite visible again
but still floating on the breeze
hoping to be caught
in a butterfly net
but unable to communicate
except by flying.
If I go it will not be today
but it will be an ordinary day
no one will realise
that it’s that day
that the bird flies
from her nest
to go to a new place
only seeing the deserted nest
he realises,
my bird has flown
One experience human beings share
We new born are infants, helpless, lost
We are each dependent on love’s care
If no-one helps, we howl in our despair
Society will later bear the cost
One experience human beings share.
We know the world is unjust and unfair
But we as humans hope our love will last
We are all dependent on its care
If we are religious, we use prayer
Admit no power as by the sea we’re tossed
One experience human beings share.
Birth and death and loss of love we bear
If we loved the ones we lost
Who were all dependent on love’s care
Of your grandeur do not boast
A sin against the Holy Ghost
This fine experience humans share
We are all dependent on love’s fare
Number can’t insult you nor criticise you
Numbers are not wounded if you refuse to play with them
Mathematics uses logic and reason [ and intuition], unlike politics,
Numbers don’t shout
Numbers can’t lie except when people misuses them in statistics.
Letters in algebra are abstract but more comprehensible than modern art.
You can play with a pair of compasses all day
You can draw graphs and learn about shape
You can understand perspective[s]
You can use money safely
You can add up your bank account.
” “Zick Rubin of Harvard University and Letitia Anne Peplau of UCLA have conducted surveys to examine the characteristics of people with strong beliefs in a just world. They found that people who have a strong tendency to believe in a just world also tend to be more religious, more authoritarian, more conservative, more likely to admire political leaders and existing social institutions, and more likely to have negative attitudes toward underprivileged groups. To a lesser but still significant degree, the believers in a just world tend to ‘feel less of a need to engage in activities to change society or to alleviate plight of social victims.’”
– Claire Andre and Manuel Velasquez from an essay at The Markkula Center for Applied Ethics
You’ve heard “what goes around comes around” before, or maybe you’ve seen a person get what was coming to them and thought, “that’s karma for you.” These are shades of the Just World Fallacy.”
