The mind is deeper than a well and wider than a star I lose myself in waters deep ,symbolic ,sweet and clear I rest embraced by this love and wish for nothing more I dream I walk in meadows sweet The daisies in my hair
The heart has reasons and desires as if it were a mind If it’s soft as cashmere wool then it will remain kind Yet if it’s hard then it may crack and we will split ,divide I dream I walk by river fleet With heart and mind combined
The other self that dwells alone in privacy divine Needs sacred care and sweet respect and peace from what’s malign The inner nature of us all is given and then transformed I dream I walk on long white sands By seas blue, crystaline
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The summer weighs us down with sullen heat Even cats and dogs sit still as stones Gone are early flowers with fragrance sweet The summer weighs us down with sullen heat The hot flagstones return my angry beat As people scurry by ears to their phones. The summer weighs us down with sullen heat Even cats and dogs sit still as stones
When red sun drops and cooling night rolls in Darkness masks both danger and our vision Ancient minds fear day won’t come again Courage for the delicate seems thin We wrestle with our indecision When sun drops and the night rolls in But now , new stricken by a dread of sin Who shall aid the soul’s derision? Our ancient minds fears day won’t come again When we sleep we âre entertained within Deft dreams squander all illusion When the sun drops and the night rolls in In reverie weâre loved and so open Then fancy turns to full communion While ancient minds fear day wonât come again And so it was that our own life began When sperm leaped up in proud confusion. When deep sun dropped and a new night rolled in When ancient hearts cried ”Day shall come again”
Boris Johnson thrown out by his wife Now he has a different tole in life He has a girlfriend will he have more kids? Lucian Freud was surely up for this They say he might have had perhaps thirty two With all that sperm what is a man to do? He could take Precautions as they say I prefer icecream but let’s go stray
Lucian Freud was not a man to rule They say he once burned down his own Art School He married once, he married twice but no He would not be captured in Soho Beautiful and strange he made his mark Boris Johnson has a nuclear heart
Winter will come down upon us all Europe we are sad, almost appalled Sadness for the surgeon who cured me The cancer grew like lightning hits a tree He is Greek and no-one else was skilled To leave me looking better than God willed
Will he go back to where his grandad came? Say a little prayer for my dear face I don’t want to suffer but all will We’ll die sooner, sadly Boris kills The NHS is going slowly to its grave Watched by men who look without a face
Denial worked for you for many years When you nearly crashed when turning right You give no hint that you had any fear Denial worked for you for many years Real though is the body,real the tears As I sat beside you,well prepared Your smile was not imagined,nor the light Denial worked for you for many years Once you nearly crashed, that was not right
When we turn our face the other way The roving car will hit us with its force No time for any thought,much less a prayer When we turn our face the other way We will feel the impact or we die No new day will dawn for those who care When their eyes are red, their voices hoarse When we turn our face the other way The speeding car will hit us with its force
“The peculiar evil of silencing the expression of an opinion is, that it is robbing the human race; posterity as well as the existing generation; those who dissent from the opinion, still more than those who hold it. If the opinion is right, they are deprived of the opportunity of exchanging error for truth: if wrong, they lose, what is almost as great a benefit, the clearer perception and livelier impression of truth, produced by its collision with error.” ― John Stuart Mill, On Liber
In Bedzin and in Krakow they breathed in
What they denied in conscious thought or word.
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin
Penetrating lungs so deep within
The dead unburied mixed, in air secured
In Bedzin and in Krakow, mortal sin.
The nearby people turned to burial urns.
The human dust by breathing was allured
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin.
So Europe took their human ash within.
A graveyard we became unknown, impure.
In Bedzin and in Krakow, more of sin.
And who they thought destroyed lived on in them
Controlled their lungs, their hearts their minds uncured,
The ashes of the Jews, borne in their skin.
Like a mass communion without words
We ate and breathed the Jews, the gays, unheard
In Bedzin and in Krakow we walked in
The ashes of the lost, the glades of skin
My doctor is God Why can’t he heal you then? I don’t believe in him Make the leap of faith Which direction?
God is my doctor Where did he train? He did not train Good, he can’t charge you
The doctor wants a urine sample I hope it’s a random one Stop showing off What’s the problem? My bladder is full Well,empty it I can’t find the key Are you deranged If I were I could not reply Thank you
The doctor wants to take my temperature Where to? Maybe the oven
The doctor says it’s a systemic infection Can’t he install a new system in you ? Like a plumber?
He wants me to take it easy Fake it.
He talks in paragraphs No, you idiot, parables! I mean paragraphs and sentences We don’t need those for oral communication Well,I’m blessed.That’s brilliant
My doctor is very odd Get even with him somehow I can’t harm him Then arm yourself
Are numbers very odd? Yes, the odd ones are even odder than the even ones No wonder you are a geek
Are doctors real? Yes, if you think they are
Are doctors useful? They are necessary but not sufficient
Do doctors understand patients No, only statistics Are they vital? Definitely
For Weil, attention (attention) means to suspend thinking, leaving one’s mind detached, empty, ready to be entered by the other. Attention means not always trying to know, not categorizing, but waiting, as though the other could participate in forming the idea we have of it. “Attention is the highest and purest form of generosity.” Attention is the opposite of a thought that has seized upon some idea too hastily, and thinks it knows (Weil, Reflections, pp 48-49). For Weil, attention requires self-emptying.