when God sees we are about to catch him up.
His face is covered by a thoughtful frown…
till he bestows with love the poisoned cup.
For speed is alien to the human soul
we have to live as slowly as hearts beat.
If rushing on we may miss our life’s goal.
Running down some long and rain-filled street.
Step by step across the dangerous flood
On stones placed there by patient long gone men.
With care,perception guides us to the good
but haste leads often to a tiger’s den.
Beware impulsive speeding in your mind
For out of this come many acts unkind
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The food has got to be easy to eat because we’re all holding our phones in one hand so we can carry on with a little conversations we were having before the rest of the family came into the house.
Ultimately we won’t need bodies much although it’s hard to imagine sexual intercourse without a bod.
I’m sure that somebody’s going to find a way of doing it on your own!
I’m not sure that means on your own body or in your own mind.
It’s a pity the Catholic church isn’t around now to ban masturbation.
But one could see the point of it today.
But you can’t have love on a screen.
I do hope that you are already out of nappies.
The body does have its limitations along with its joys
There are no hours and minutes in a day Whatever Nokia Lumias might display Babylonian clocktowers hover; Cracked a wall , now built in Dover, There are sixty cuckoos to gainsay.
Day and night, or hey, what black and white People range in hues of fruits delight I like olive and Greenpeacers Wearing hats from crowns off steeples Day and night,oh shall we take a flight?
I see the Berlin Wall is coming back Mexico has ordered ten sick plaques Trump has promised work forever: Dangerous walls from Hell to Dover Even God has been electro-shocked
No ,these demons cannot get across They’re stuck in an inferno; what is worse………. God now can’t be omnipresent. He has high walls around Grace Crescent. Holy Moses,who can take this flak?
If you miss yer dinner,don’t it hurt? Same as if yer finger gets a cut Refugees with their feet bleeding– Christ,we’re underwhelmed in feelings Get a barbed wire fence, and kick them back.
The Lord’s THEIR shepherd, so we’re gonna pay. He watches US like NEVER from today We’re ex-colonial criminals We’re Self-esteem Unlimited. Now the Devil’s comin’ out as grey.
Oh,someone jumped the Central Line today Could not take this life so full of play Oxford Street was blocked by walls Of vehicles sent to the Call. What is my vocation,what my Play
Academic and psychotherapist. Refugee from Holland when it was invaded by the Nazis.
As a child she had been a refugee, and in 1999 she founded the Refugee Therapy Centre in London, with Aida Alayarian and others. There they established a course to enable refugees to become counsellors, in line with Josephine’s conception that therapists and counsellors should share language, culture and experience with their patients and help them better to contribute to society.
Born in Düsseldorf, Germany, Josephine was the daughter of Simon Klein, a salesman, and his Dutch wife Marie (nee Norden). The family were of Jewish origin but largely secular. They were living in Amsterdam at the time of the Nazi invasion in May 1940, and fled shortly afterwards, in an open boat. After six days at sea with little fresh water, they were picked up by the Royal Navy destroyer HMS Malcolm, and Josephine never forgot the warmth of the captain and crew. Many of her relatives who did not flee, did not survive.https://f87183ff05e2a4bafd6963d396c3a84f.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-40/html/container.html?n=0
The family moved to Chester in the hope of travelling to the US by ship from Liverpool, but were unable to do so. Josephine did well at the Queen’s school, Chester, which, together with some local people, provided the support necessary for her to go to university. In four years, she gained two degrees, simultaneously, a BA in French at University College London and a first in sociology at LSE.
After her period in youth work, Josephine was a lecturer in social studies at Birmingham University (1949-62), then had three years as a research fellow at Nuffield College, Oxford, and went on to Sussex University, as reader in social relations (1965-70). For the next four years she was director of the course at Goldsmiths’, and then undertook 30 years’ private practice as a psychotherapist. Even after that she continued to supervise trainee psychotherapists.
Friends and colleagues valued her wisdom and warmth on walks and at concerts, sharing highs and lows in other people’s lives and helping them overcome adversity.
She is survived bytwonieces and a nephew.
• Josephine Faniella Henny Klein, psychologist and psychotherapist, born 17 October 1926; died 13 November 2018
You might think you would
Recognise the important moments
Of your life,that you made choices
That determined your future as well
As your present.You never imagined
One unprotected scarcely thought about
Sexual act could determine the course
Of your entire life.That one small,to you,
Act of unfaithfullness would precipitate
Divorce,death,agony for ever.
That smiling at someone on a stairway
Could make them fall into unrequited
Love.Surely these moments should have labels,
Capital letters,trumpets blaring.
It’s like undoing just one stitch in a seam
Will make the entire garment fall apart.
Other people’s suicide,accident.love
Hit you like bricks.And you fall down
Like a bombed house in Dresden
Full of refugees.Those you meant to care for,
Who are now long past redemption.
And which moment it is will be quite indeterminate
Until it happens and life is changed for ever.
The river sweeps on,but on a new bed.
Was it meant to be like this?
Someone stole my bike and then I met
My husband.I went out with a lover
And met another on the corner,
Alloa,Alloa,that’s Swedish!
Alloa,Alloa,this is it.Alloa.Remember
Mary woke up feeling gloomy and tired.She drank her tea which Stan used to bring her.It’s a real nuisance for a woman having to make her own tea in the morning I am fed up, she told Emile.I miss my bicycle but it’s too dangerous now.And walking hurts. Sitting by her bed she viewed all the clothes she had recently washed and dried which were manifold.What to do with them.Well,Mary thought ,with our ideas we have to categorise them and so I will apply the same principle here. She divided her clothes into groups.Then into subgroups. Why, it’s a science she thought.Then she folded her underwear neatly just the way it came in the packs from M and S the famous Jewish, British and EU department store. She put all the odd socks into a clear polythene bag and put the remaining ones onto a shelf in her white wooden wardrobe.She admired her teal coloured tights which Stan had loved and put them with the black ones she wore most often in winter Suddenly she heard a dog bark.What’s that? she shouted in alarm Emile giggled. I did it.he said, you were not listening to me.So I barked. I am sure God will not like that.What did you want? It’s time for coffee, he announced. Alright, Mary said.I’ll leave these polo necks till later.They want downstairs into the teal and cream coloured kitchen/breakfast room and Mary filled the kettle and took her Nokia off the charger. It seems to run down too fast, she thought.Even when I never used it.I only got it for emergencies and £5 a month from BT seems a good offer.But like many of her gadgets she really bought them to see how they worked; as she had a good sense of direction; she did not really use the maps. She picked up the post.There was the dreaded bank statement and Credit Card Bill. from M and S Hello,Barclays here. Hello,I have not had a statement from you lately. You never use the card. That’s true, said Mary, I forget to buy anything.I forget I am a woman In her purse she found a cheque for £60 from the Inland Revenue. Look Emile.I’ll buy you a new basket.And some cat toys. Thanks purred Emile.You are so sweet,mother. I’m not your mother, Mary informed him wildly Well, you are like a mother, kind and gentle… most of the time. You little flattery battery, she giggled. Looking at the bank statement she was relieved not to be over-drawn.Stan had expensive tastes and she always bought him too many clothes, the best food and other delightful things.He was not greedy, she had enjoyed spoiling him and so did he! Well,two horrible jobs done she thought and her mood rose as she realised things were better than she had hoped. Even finding the cheque was out of date did not worry her.She phoned the Tax Office who said they’d send another one. We all know how nice it is to get a little money we didn’t expect. She went upstairs and decided to change her outfit.She took off her comfy old jeans and put on a black needlecord dress with blue and green flowers all over with a pair of smart black shoes. Why are you all dressed up,asked Emile. To give pleasure to the human race, she murmured as she put on her red wool winter coat. I am going out to take some photos she said.The magnolias are out and the bluebells. Which camera shall I take,she pondered.. I’ll take this Nikon one, she decided; Because I like the name. Is that a good way to choose a camera, asked Emile. Well, what do you suggest? Well many are called cameras but few are chosen , the naughty cat replied. I know I have several she said.People give me their old ones and as I am ignorant they all seem ok to me.They are my toys. And how about that new wok and the ceramic milk pan? I’ve been taking notes, Emile wittered on Are you going to be a detective, Mary laughed. Can’t a woman buy a new pan?I keep burning the non-stick ones so I decided to try ceramic. I hope you don’t stir fry my cat food, Emile chortled. No, I have not yet got a wok cookery guide. But you have got an electric egg boiler, which surprised me, he miaowed. It’s because it switches itself off, she told him.I get engrossed in my study of enjambent and forget the time. Thinking is bad for you,Emile told her. And so say all of us. Thinking is bad for the brain I’ll never do it again. I’ll be a girl again Ignore all fine, handsome men. I’ll got out and play in the rain
Your son is in the infirmary, he was knocked from his bicycle by a large wall that fell down as he was passing.
Every hair on my head stood up like a bristle
Next we were at the Royal infirmary
Mam runs in and sees my brother; she starts hitting him
That’s all I remember but it was lucky in a way because the people responsible gave him a new bicycle
No one in our family ever had a new bicycle even myself when I was teaching at the university I had a second hand bicycle.
Was I waiting for a wall to fall on me? Well it’s too late now because I can’t see but I can’t stand up easily but if someone lifted me I could ride a bicycle.
There was some law that we couldn’t have anything even when we needed it and we stuck to this law most of our lives but never worked out why.
There are no hours and minutes in a day Whatever Nokia Lumias might display Babylonian clocktowers hover; Cracked a wall , now built in Dover, There are sixty cuckoos to gainsay.
Day and night, or hey, what black and white People range in hues of fruits delight I like olive and Greenpeacers Wearing hats from crowns off steeples Day and night,oh shall we take a flight?
I see the Berlin Wall is coming back Mexico has ordered ten sick plaques Trump has promised work forever: Dangerous walls from Hell to Dover Even God has been electro-shocked
No ,these demons cannot get across They’re stuck in an inferno; what is worse………. God now can’t be omnipresent. He has high walls around Grace Crescent. Holy Moses,who can take this flak?
If you miss yer dinner,don’t it hurt? Same as if yer finger gets a cut Refugees with their feet bleeding– Christ,we’re underwhelmed in feelings Get a barbed wire fence, and kick them back.
The Lord’s THEIR shepherd, so we’re gonna pay. He watches US like NEVER from today We’re ex-colonial looters We’re Self-esteem Unlimited. Now the Devil’s comin’ out as grey.
Oh,someone jumped the Central Line today Could not take this life so full of play Oxford Street was blocked by walls Of vehicles sent to the last Call. What is my vocation,what my Play?
She gave him a potential smile. Thar meant if he behaved himself he would get a real smile later in the day. Unfortunately he did not know how to behave himself after 30 years with her but surely one day the marriage will be consummated.
The world of physics is essentially the real world construed by mathematical abstractions, and the world of sense is the real world construed by the abstractions which the sense-organs immediately furnish. To suppose that the “material mode” is a primitive and groping attempt at physical conception is a fatal error in epistemology.
Susanne K. Langer, Philosophy in a New Key: A Study in the Symbolism of Reason,
In the bitter depths of winter night Boil the kettle, lose your human rights If you feel depressed then eat our bread It will remove the skull from off your head
Are you feeling lonesome in the crowd? Buy our lipstick then men will be cowed Did you think ceramic hobs were best? Come to us and have your IQ blessed
I want a pan for halogen hot plates I’d ask the cat but it’s out on a date I need to boil my head and clean my feet I guess that I ain’t smelling very sweet
Does Confession really help the damned? God have mercy as the Devil can’t
Oh dear I’m feeling unwell Mary said to her friend Annie as they drank coffee after breakfast.
It’s January when everybody begins to feel unwell even before they catch flu
Annie I don’t know why you make wild generalisations like that.
You are taking it too seriously. When I look at my bank statement ot my credit card bill and look out of the window to see the heavy pouring rain I could say I feel slightly ill but in a metaphorical sense.
My goodness Annie whatever has happened to you? You sound very intelligent Have you been taking an open university course without telling me!?
Yes I’ve been taking great books of Russia and I really like Tolstoy very much.
You sound like a different person completely almost as if you were turning into me!
I hope not because I don’t like your dress sense nor your lack of makeup and perfume. And don’t think that you can turn into me just by wearing makeup because it took me a lifetime to become who I am.
Well I’ve been reading about projection the psychological type of projection and something that you don’t like in yourself you can project it into your friend and then you see it in her and she gets blamed for it all gets criticized for it and you feel totally innocent and wonderful
Blimey if we are both going to be very intelligent and literate it’s going to sound like something off that Melvyn Bragg programme In our time.
That’s an exaggeration.
Well Mary are you going to call the doctor?
Why would I want to call the doctor?
You said you were feeling ill.
I do feel ill with I’m not sure why I don’t have a cough or a cold I have no pain in my chest but i seem to be going to the toilet a lot . It might be the coffee.
No I don’t think that’s the coffee I think you’ve got one of your infections. You keep crying and you see a little bit confused about your appointments it’s in your brain rmmm. How can an infection in the bladder be in the brain?
Oh it’s all to do with inflammation . Mary was amazed at her friend’s observations
Honey are you sure that you are Annie?
Of course I am Annie why ask the cat he will tell you.
Emile looked at them with one eye open and one closed
Yes it is Annie alright
She is not any more intelligent it’s just that you are more stupid then you used to be..
Emile you are a very wicked cat why have you got no tact and courtesy?
Well you have often told me Mary that in an academic discussion it’s only truth that matters.
Well you sound like the Pope to me. But ut you’re not infallible
Now even the cat sounds more intelligent
What is the secret to this increase in the IQ and the general intelligence of everybody in the room?
Even when Mary is ill she is still very intelligent but not as much as she would be when she was well because without energy the brain cannot work abd the heart cannot work to feel the feelings that we need to combine with our thoughts before we can come to a conclusion about anything
Yes as someone once said
Energy is eternal delight
I think it was a poet William Blake who uttered this beautiful sentence many years ago but it is still true today.
