I have been wondering no 8 recently about doubling the last letter of the word as for example
Focus…should it be
Focused or focussed?
There is a rule about this as follows
Is the last syllable of the word is stressed and ends in a consonant then you do double the last letter.
But for focus but the last syllable is not stressed so the past tense will be
Focused
If I have made a mistake please tell me
Artists and Activists Both Have a Role. But Not the Same One. https://www.nytimes.com/2024/08/05/magazine/activism-propaganda-artists-writers.html?smid=nytcore-android-share
Already sparrows dart between the shrubs
No asking where to go or what to do
Before the blossom and emerging bulbs
No outdoor flowers decorate my tubs
The waxy flowered cyclamens are few
Already sparrows dart between the shrubs
As I watch the sparrows my heart ‘s stilled
The politics, the corrections are subdued
Yet trees will blossom over crocus bulbs
The leaders seek to force a war by will
No reflection, certain what to do
Would I were a sparrow on the sill
Will the warships move their mighty hulls?
From bow to stern they ‘re filled with bombs for U
Yet trees will blossom over tiny bulbs
The branches in the breeze sway , cats miaow
Was evolution wise for chimpanzees?
Already sparrows dart between the shrubs
Our species cannibals , can we not love?
I thought I had lost my cheque book and I don’t use it very much so it’s not so important but there’s one person i deal with to whom I must give s check sometimes I remember thinking that it was making my handbag too full
Then I believed that I had taken it out but I couldn’t remember where I put it so I’ve been searching as they say high and low for several days and then I sat down on my chair staring at my handbag which is red and I noticed that there’s a pocket on the back with a zip in which I kept my bus ticket or train tickets .So sweating with professional versatility I gazed at this bag then I picked it up and of course the check book was in that compartment where the tickets normally go.
So I suppose the lesson is make sure you really have lost what you think you’ve lost before you start searching for it because believe me 1 searching in my living room is no fun whatsoever as it’s full of computers houseplants books pens paintbrushes different sorts of reading glasses tissues combs brushes paint brushes watercolor paint
I think I left it too late to learn to be tidy up but I can see the attraction of being a nun just two habits one in the washer one on I have don’t know what they were underneath there habits in fact probably they’ve given up wearing them all together but if so they won’t have a lot of clothes maybe two skirts and three blouses and s cardigan
When Jesus told us to give away all our possessions and maybe it wasn’t help other people it was to help us that we would have more time and less worry if we had fewer possessions it’s just a problem when you’ve already got them and you’ve got arthritis ato try to sort it all out but rest in peace because I know how to do it now
I have found an organisation that comes around at a pre-owned time and will take away clothes books almost anything that’s clean and in good condition so having given them 10 by within the last two weeks we’ll probably be getting some more next week and so this will help the shops that sell these things to get more money to help their cause whether it’s Oxfam or mental illness or cancer.
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We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.
William Butler Yeats, The Celtic Twilight: Faerie and Folklore
I have what I think is a cartoon by Picasso in my living room. I’ll probably it was used to advertise a show when he had done the bullfighter paintings.
2 weeks ago I had a visitor and she said to me, gosh I didn’t know you did painting as well.
I didn’t say anything contradict here because I thought it might mess her feel bad because she doesn’t know much about painting.
Maybe it’s unfinished look made her think that I had just done it in a spare moment
So beware in case you become famous for something you didn’t do.
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
https://www.readersdigest.co.uk/health/wellbeing/redress-the-balance-being-steady-on-your-feet
There are three components to balance. The first is the visual system, which shows us whether we’re tilting. Then the vestibular system in the inner ear sends information to our brain about the motion of our head in relation to our surroundings. Thirdly, proprioception is our body’s ability to sense its location, movement and actions.
“People with ear problems that cause dizziness […] are more likely to have balance issues”
People with ear problems that cause dizziness, or with joint problems or muscle weakness are more likely to have balance issues. If you suffer from dizziness, see your GP to find out the reason.
Exercise goes a long way to helping you stay steady on your feet
But there’s a lot you can do yourself to improve physical strength. If you exercise, you’re ahead of the game. One study found that a group that did 32 weeks of resistance training improved their ability to stand on one foot by 25 per cent and another group that did 32 weeks of aerobic exercise increased theirs by 31 per cent.
” If you exercise, you’re ahead of the game”
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Otherwise, improve your balance by walking, cycling or climbing stairs – this will strengthen muscles in the lower body – or by practising yoga, pilates or tai chi. Or simply practise balancing on one leg – hold onto a chair to begin with, if necessary.
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There are three components to balance. The first is the visual system, which shows us whether we’re tilting. Then the vestibular system in the inner ear sends information to our brain about the motion of our head in relation to our surroundings. Thirdly, proprioception is our body’s ability to sense its location, movement and actions.
“People with ear problems that cause dizziness […] are more likely to have balance issues”
People with ear problems that cause dizziness, or with joint problems or muscle weakness are more likely to have balance issues. If you suffer from dizziness, see your GP to find out the reason.
Exercise goes a long way to helping you stay steady on your feet
But there’s a lot you can do yourself to improve physical strength. If you exercise, you’re ahead of the game. One study found that a group that did 32 weeks of resistance training improved their ability to stand on one foot by 25 per cent and another group that did 32 weeks of aerobic exercise increased theirs by 31 per cent.
” If you exercise, you’re ahead of the game”
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Otherwise, improve your balance by walking, cycling or climbing stairs – this will strengthen muscles in the lower body – or by practising yoga, pilates or tai chi. Or simply practise balancing on one leg – hold onto a chair to begin with, if necessary.
Read more: Sex and ageing: Fact or fiction?
Read more: How to protect your hips
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Tact and subtle actions create life
Assertive force destroys another’s soul
To the High and Holy One, we’re wife.
The way we go seems but a throw of dice
Yet destiny will beckon, though we crawl
Tact and subtle actions make a life
Into every heart, there comes the knife.
Surrender to the otherness of all
To the High and Holy One be wife.
In his shadow, we look down, we cry.
We listen to that voice, so still, so small
Tact and subtle actions shape good lives.
As a mother births her child, she sighs
All lives and coming suffering must appal.
To the High and Holy One, we’re wife.
Here we seem like prisoners on bail
May we live with love in this, our world
Tact and subtle actions create life
Surrender humbly, love God and his wiles.
I would like to take you in my arms now
And I will lie in your grave with you
I don’t want you to be alone
I will hold you until you are cold
Then I will sleep in the earth
Where you desire to go.
And all will be well
Without you there is so much emptiness.
The earth Will absorb us
Until we rise again
This is a really interesting man
The true direction of the development of thinking is not from the individual to the social, but from the social to the individual.
OBy giving our students practice in talking with others, we give them frames for thinking on their own.
https://www.azquotes.com/author/18302-Lev_S_Vygotsky
Love can reach the same level of talent, and even genius, as the discovery of differential calculus.
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Lev Vygotsky Quotes. (n.d.). BrainyQuote.com. Retrieved August 2, 2024, from BrainyQuote.com Web site: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/lev_vygotsky_70080
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In some families, the members have a way of relating to each other that is generally hostile and non-nurturing. The adult children may have been abused by their parents, and having learned to interact in such a manner, carry it on into the next generation. Or there may be some unresolved family conflicts which foster abuse. The family may have a history of wife abuse which carries on into old age.
Waxy flowers poking through
Snow so white
Flowers bright.
Made me think of you.
I see once more your just washed hair,
Soft as snow,
On pillow.
Now my bed is bleak and bare
,
Face alight,flower to sun,
I loved you.
Love so true.
Fear by love,overcome.
Cyclamen in the snow,
Pink and red,
Now frozen,dead.
Love was,oh,so long ago.
But never gone from in my mind.
Thoughts so deep,
Upwards seep.
Love was gentle,love was kind,
Always in my mind
Evoking the beauty, the stars so far away,
I like to watch geese at the end of day.
Patterns and poems disclose other worlds.
Feel the hand of a baby with the fingers all curled
See the trust and the smile when the mother is home,
To create entire worlds for the one she has borne.
For chaos and panic or not far away
Even in adults who don’t care to say.
The little hands touch me so deeply, so well;
How come the world is diving to hell?
How can we kill little wains by the score
Was it for this that I opened your door?
Was it for this that love electrified us,
And we were lost in each other, in the holy white dove.
Was it for war that we gave love our wombs
Making more soldiers and filling more tombs?
The bombs are a-loading they’re having parades.
It’s not North Korea, it’s Washington, dude.
Let the tanks roll on Corrie and the Bedouin tribes.
Let the allies laugh blindly as the Lord Jesus dies.
O take me, dear mother.Please take me away
I can’t see no point in saying my prayers.
The leaders’ religions are making God frown.
The desert is empty, the tents all dragged down.
The centuries of living so free , so mobile;
The holy land blessing as they pause for while.
The little black tents like wombs of the night
Are all gone to shredders as we sing, Silent Night.
I told him my soul was on fire so he threw a jug if water over me.
I said it’s raining in my heart so he put a tin helmet on my head . He’s not a surgeon you see. Andyl likes Cornwall
I said I feel like a drowned rat.
He said you’re so cruel. You’ll be eating mice next.
I said I’ve got gastric reflux.
He said well at least it’s not a heart attack.
Why do hearts attack anyway ?
I said you have got a beautiful soul.
You said yes I got these shoes in Freeman Hardy and Willis
. So I said I expect they were £29/19/11.Pay £30 we will give you a penny. It’s daylight robbery. Now those old copper pennies are probably quite valuable.0
That was the end of the conversation because we didn’t do decimal in our day.
What a duo
Grief has washed my heart like melting rain
Now I’m pure as silk without a stain
I’m thin as grass and green as any leaf
All is well above but not beneath.
Grief can cleanse us if we bear the pain
And when the rest are gone what will remain?
They say that Jesus died between two thieves.
I like the picture though I’ve no belief.
For two long years I in a bed did lie.
Until I told my heart we must not die
Please accept my sentiments request
That when we die there will be no more tests
And so we come again to grief and loss
In my hell hot bed I burn and toss
How long for rain how long for the ice.
Ask me once but never ask me twice.
Sometimes beauty only needs to be skin deep
Even fresh air is not original.
How can someone else define your duty?
Why is it wrong to feel strong emotions if you are English?
Would you change your DNA if you could?
Would be nice if I could borrow some DNA for a few days
There’s an atom bomb with only one atom in it. But I can’t see it.
Evoking the beauty, the stars so far away,
I like to watch geese at the end of day.
Patterns and poems disclose other worlds.
Feel the hand of a baby with the fingers all curled
See the trust and the smile when the mother is home,
To create entire worlds for the one she has borne.
For chaos and panic or not far away
Even in adults who don’t care to say.
The little hands touch me so deeply, so well;
How come the world is diving to hell?
How can we kill little wains by the score
Was it for this that I opened your door?
Was it for this that love electrified us,
And we were lost in each other, in the holy white dove.
Was it for war that we gave love our wombs
Making more soldiers and filling more tombs?
The bombs are a-loading they’re having parades.
It’s not North Korea, it’s Washington, dude.
Let the tanks roll on Corrie and the Bedouin tribes.
Let the allies laugh blindly as the Lord Jesus dies.
O take me, dear mother.Please take me away
I can’t see no point in saying my prayers.
The leaders’ religions are making God frown.
The desert is empty, the tents all dragged down.
The centuries of living so free , so mobile;
The holy land blessing as they pause for while.
The little black tents like wombs of the night
Are all gone to shredders as we sing, Silent Night.
In my dream, I gave birth to a child
The doctor said that he would die quite soon
My feelings overwhelming made me wild
The Nazi doctor threw him on a pile
I lay nearby unmoving as I keened
In my dream,I gave birth to a child
A week passed by,I knew that death beguiled
Frozen lips made no sound, song or tune
My feelings overwhelming made me wild
I had to rise and say my black goodbye.
My baby with the others;horror loomed
In my dream I gave birth to a child
I picked him up , when suddenly he smiled
I held him to my breast, my songs I crooned
My feelings overwhelming drove me wild
I had to carry him, the landscape gloom
A desert grey aand rocky like some moon
In my dream I gave birth to a child
In terror I had walked yet love consoled
Abandon not the wildness of your heart
In the unreformed, creation starts
There is no privilege in wealth nor gain.
In the rejected fragments life remains.
Remember man you are the dust and corpse
In all thats gone before there lingers hope.
Golden rod shall flourish and grow tall
In the gardens of our hearts its dust shall fall
Extract from the book by Marion Milner
An experiment in leisure
But if man’s salvation depended on his capacity to see the facts, both about himself and the outside world, and if the poets were the pioneers in this, what were the conditions under which poetry could grow? For a long time I had been puzzled by the continual recurrence of images from the Bible in my thinking. Then I find this note in my diary: Just supposing this is what the Gospel story is partly about? All this year it’s been growing in my mind, the possibility that the Gospel story is concerned, not with morals at all, not with what one OUGHT to do, because someone (God, father). expects it of you, but with practical rules for creative thinking, a handbook for the process of perceiving the facts of one’s own experience – and, of course, in this sense, with ‘salvation’, for it is ignorance and blindness which lead to the City of Destruction. And the central truth, is it that only by a repeated giving up of every kind of purpose, plunging into the void, voluntary dying upon the cross, can the human spirit grow, and achieve those progressive fusings of isolated bits of experience which we call wisdom, truth?
I saw you struggling with your walking frame
Guessed that you must suffer too much pain
I smiled because you caught my sidewards glance
Then your face too by smiling was enhanced
So often older people are ignored
Lost and lonely hidden at the core
Once this man fought in a major war
I hope by some fine friend he was restored
I saw him disappearing down the road
His posture more erect, his back less bowed
And in my heart I felt the smiling too
Enchanted by the essence , by the cue.
I got on a bus, ignored my phone,
Smiling still I pushed the door key home
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/07/31/can-poetry-change-your-life
Extract
The phrase “equipment for living” is taken from Kenneth Burke, who also wrote that form is “a public matter that symbolically enrolls us with allies who will share the burdens with us.” Robbins likes this. I think it means that the experience of poems and songs is shared with other people, even if often implicitly, and so it can be a means of achieving solidarity. Form “grounds us in a community,” Robbins says.
This might be a little wishful. Reading poems is normally a solitary pastime, and so is a lot of music listening, except at concerts, where the emotions aren’t really your own. In any case, form cuts no political ice. The Rolling Stones’ “You Can’t Always Get What You Want,” once an anthem of antiwar protesters, is played at Trump rallies. I assume it instills feelings of solidarity among his supporters.
With aesthetic experience in general, after a certain age, the effects are probably as much a product of what you bring to it as what you get from it. “Records are useful equipment for living, provided you don’t expect more from them …………
As radical as empathy and imagination can be, these qualities exist in the mind. But there is also a poetic language of embodied experience, one that uses poetry to seek out the body. In “Feeld,” the trans poet Jos Charles bends language, via willful spelling, to a place where it must be parsed slowly, struggled through, read not so much with the brain as the mouth. Language becomes a felt thing, a terrain to be crossed. The title itself toys with such a transformation, the word feeld being a marriage, perhaps, of feel, felt and field. Reading lines like “i care so / much abot the whord i cant / reed / it marks mye bak / wen i pass / with / a riben in mye hayre,” I can’t help feeling that the body — itself a shifting and malleable possibility — is the target for these poems.
Through the strange labor of deciphering the text, I come to understand that Charles is transmitting an experience that I must allow to travel from her body into mine. When I do, the distance between us alters. It grows smaller and strangely charged. I’m made to realize that the very vernacular of the poems also tampers with history; it announces a continuum where Chaucer and 19th-century enslaved blacks and a 21st-century white trans woman seem quite effortlessly to share a lexicon.
Justin Phillip Reed, whose “Indecency” received the 2018 National Book Award in poetry, writes close to the flesh. His poems take up the body in desire and violence, and they do so by thrusting the reader into a stark visceral encounter with their material. The poem “Portrait With Stiff Upper Lip” is graphically rendered so that it can’t be read line by line; the page must be turned, repositioned so that text, overlapping and running every which direction, can be seen. Beyond typography, the poem asks the reader to take on the physical and emotional sense of a black man hearing himself, or someone like him, discussed via fragments. A reader staggers through a field of statements like “looks like planet of the apes” “probably has / a huge” “probably has a parent” “in / prison” “NO” “[in / the / pen]” “I’ve never had” “with a really hot BLKguy.” The reader, dragged forward yet afraid to keep reading, is made to feel caught in a hostile gaze, shoved around by heedless voices.
Suzette Haden Elgin
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suzette_Haden_Elgin
Acknowledging that there are times when escalating a conflict is the appropriate thing to do, if your ultimate goal is discussion and some kind of mutual agreement, how you bring that conflict into the open and force others to deal with it–the language you choose, the process you follow–will make or break your chances of productive engagement.
As hidebound as a leather chair-
As thoughtless as a broom;
He is more stuck than is despair
Which hovers round his room
Hurt by bullies in his school.
He made protective rules.
Never go out with a girl
Never aid a fool.
Never vote in case you err
Never wear red socks.
Be angry that life’s so unfair
Live inside a box.
Always say your prayers at night#
Never read in bed
And never ever think about
What you might do instead.
His menu was so regular,
From change he gained no pleasure
He cut his meat up with an axe
To make it hard to measure.
He counted every step he took
And every time he wheezed.
He wrote it in his diary
And this act made him sneeze.
He was allergic to the air;
Allergic to the sun;
At least the tickle in his throat,
Made him laugh in fun.
He had a job with a big bank
He always wore a suit
Till one day his colleague said
That only plants had roots.
The implication seemed to be
He was in stasis glued.
He always wore the same old clothes
And ate the same old food.
Could he help himself and how?
Could he be softer skinned?
He dreamed he climbed up a great cliff
Despite the gale and wind.
And so he left the bank and moved
To work in a coal mine.
He crawled along the tunnels black
And measured them with twine
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http://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/10509585.2014.899763?src=recsys,
Extract:
I argue that the oft-discussed connection between Wordsworth’s “wise passiveness” and Keats’s “negative capability” has led scholars to overlook Keats’s own notion of passivity as a persuasive, as well as receptive, force. I argue that Keats saw passivity as an embodied, and even physically demanding, attitude, that could prompt the interest and attention of others – an understanding that builds on the theatrical attitudes adopted by Romantic stage actors, who struck exciting poses to suspend dramatic intensity.
http://www.literary-articles.com/2010/02/wordsworths-views-on-poetic-truth.html?m=1
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Aristotle was the fist who declared poetic truth to be superior to historical truth. He called poetry the most philosophic of all writings. Wordsworth agrees with Aristotle in this matter. Poetry is given an exalted position by Wordsworth in such a way that it treats the particular as well as the universal. Its aim is universal truth. Poetry is true to nature. Wordsworth declares poetry to be the “image” or “man and nature”. A poet has to keep in mind that his end (objective) is to impart pleasure. He declares poetry will adjust itself to the new discoveries and inventions of science. It will create a new idiom for the communication of new thoughts. But the poet’s truth is such that sees into heart of things and enables others to see the same. Poetic truth ties all mankind with love and a sense of oneness.
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How my heart speaks 