The little words invented as we loved
Now have no other speaker but myself.
Lost, unique,my husband, my beloved,
These special words delighted us in love
. In my speech , these words no longer live
I cannot use them, spend our loving wealth.
The chosen words invented as we loved
Now have no other listener but myself
Are you messy—you may be a genius like the photographer!
https://www.canva.com/learn/creative-desks/
EXCERPT
So it may be that having a little bit of mess around reminds us that the world is not an ordered and structured thing, but something that contains chaos and unknowns. This jumpstarts our brains into creativity mode and makes us remember that it is OK to be a little bit unconventional and think creatively.
This should show you that you shouldn’t really care too much about tidying your desk, your office, or your room and instead see if there is any creative inspiration there. Whereas being nice and neat and tidy is a good idea for some things – you probably wouldn’t want to have surgery in an operating room with instruments strewn about – for tasks that require significant creativity you should feel free to leave post-its everywhere, books open, and a coffee cup or two lying around.
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As Was G-d
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Black cat
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Kiss a couple, have a tin of beer
Watch fifty channels on your TV screen
Read the Sun and see a silver moon
Knit yourself a hat with cashmere thread
Take the milkman home and go to bed
Watch free videos, make a packaged cake
Put your lover in your bed, it must be fate
Change the sheets, I like them without lines
Let your cat play house with porcupines
Visit Urgent Care in case you’re dead
Ask them for another bleeding head
Take tea while you’re there, it is not free
Costa Coffee is the licensee
Adopt a cat and buy her lots of food
Wait for her to mate and have a brood
Get a parrot as a spy of sorts
Do not tell your husband what you bought
Keep 4 boyfriends happy with your care
Just pretend that you ‘re not ever there
Keep them in compartments in your head
Never take one near a double bed
Become transgender, wear a tie in bed
Call them they , unless their name is Fred
Kiss a couple, have a tin of beer
Love is not another type of fear
Marry if you wish for we are free
To tie ourselves in knots of misery.
Have some kiddies, slap them very soon
For it’s illegal in Dunfermline and Dunoon
Why not die a little now?
See what grace is yours but don’t ask how
Tell a lie or Dad will tan your hide
He don’t love you nor your striped behind
Will we tell the truth, that Father’s dead
And Mother’s crazy,see where we’ve been led
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Just a little movement of the pen
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Government Errors 1
Wrath of God
Doris Moansom says:
The Leader thinks the Good Friday agreement was to give Jesus an anaesthetic before he was crucified
Meanwhile Jewish people are warned to stay in on Good Friday as Christians come out of Church feeling enraged.Not aware Jesus was a Jew
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The orange hat
Mary was going to the hospital wearing her new magenta padded coat and an orange felt hat just like the one her mother used to wear when she went to church, although her mother had never had an orange hat. It would have been considered very bad taste.And with magenta it would give some people migraine
In Mary’s hand was a long green handbag ; inside this lay her cat Emile.
He was very naughty because he wanted to come to the hospital with her. Emile being a cat will probably not be admitted into the waiting room if she mentioned it to anyone; however ,she was hoping he would keep still.
She did not want to let the cat out of the bag at the wrong moment ,especially when she was seeing a lady doctor.
But the staff are so busy they might not notice that he is a cat and before he knows what is happening he may be admitted to the hospital and left lying on a trolley in a corridor for 25 hours.
Unlike a human being, Emile is not very patient and he will certainly not lie prone on a trolley all night waiting for the kindness of strangers. As a matter of fact he speaks good English and could easily hold his own in a male ward. Nowadays many of the wards are mixed and would you want to wake up in the morning next to a Tom Cat. That would certainly hit the headlines .
Woman kept for 20 hours on a trolley in a mixed corridor next to a tom cat!At least he is neither a lion nor a lamb.
BTW Theresa May our ex PM asked corridors to be relabelled as wards and bathrooms to be labelled as,
Wards for one with ensuite.
Where will all the other patients be able to relieve themselves…?
Maybe a bucket will serve or if we can walk we can go outside looking for a bush
Let’s pray it is not burning.I don’t want to damage the Holy by passing water by it.
Though it is only humans who think excretion is bad
We would die without it
And why is Mary at the hospital again?Is it the Vulva Clinic, the Rheumatology or may be Psychiatric Unit where she may get help
The first step will be to give her a book about colour and tell her to get a hat in amore flattering one.Orange hats have never been popular with men.Blue might suit
And so say all of us
Mioaw ,says Emile.He likes hats
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Work in progress
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The inventor of fractal geometry— Benoit Mandelbrot
https://www.theguardian.com/science/2010/oct/17/benoit-mandelbrot-obituary
Extract
At the start of his groundbreaking work, The Fractal Geometry of Nature, he asks: “Why is geometry often described as cold and dry? One reason lies in its inability to describe the shape of a cloud, a mountain, a coastline or a tree.” The approach that he pioneered helps us to describe nature as we actually see it, and so expand our way of thinking.
The world we live in is not naturally smooth-edged and regularly shaped like the familiar cones, circles, spheres and straight lines of Euclid’s geometry: it is rough-edged, wrinkled, crinkled and irregular. “Fractals” was the name he applied to irregular mathematical shapes similar to those in nature, with structures that are self-similar over many scales, the same pattern being repeated over and over. Fractal geometry offers a systematic way of approaching phenomena that look more elaborate the more they are magnified, and the images it generates are themselves a source of great fascination.
Mandelbrot first visualised the set on 1 March 1980 at IBM’s Thomas J Watson Research Centre at Yorktown Heights, upstate New York. However, the seeds of this discovery were sown in Paris in 1925, when the mathematicians Gaston Julia, a student of Henri Poincaré, and Pierre Fatou published a paper exploring the world of complex numbers – combinations of the usual real numbers, 1, -1 and so on, with imaginary numbers such as the square root of -1, which Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz had labelled “that amphibian between being and not being”. The results of their endeavours eventually became known as Julia sets, though Julia himself never saw them represented graphically.
It was Mandelbrot’s uncle Szolem who initially directed him to the work of Julia and Fatou on what are termed self-similarity and iterated functions. In my documentary The Colours of Infinity, shown on Channel 4 in 1995, Mandelbrot told me how he set about developing his approach: ‘”For me the first step with any difficult mathematical problem was to programme it, and see what it looked like. We started programming Julia sets of all kinds. It was extraordinarily great fun! And in particular, at one point, we became interested in the Julia set of the simplest possible transformation: Z goes to Z squared plus C [where C is a constant number. So Z times Z plus C, and then the outcome of that becomes a new Z while C stays the same, to give new Z times new Z plus C, and so on]. I made many pictures of it. The first ones were very rough. But the very rough pictures were not the answer. Each rough picture asked a question. So I made another picture, another picture. And after a few weeks we had this very strong, overwhelming impression that this was a kind of big bear we had encountered.”
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Redound…. the meaning
Redound
Definition
1 : to have an effect for good or ill
2 : to become transferred or added : accrue
Did You Know?
Although it looks and sounds like a number of similar words (including rebound, resound, abound, and redundant), redound is a distinct term. It developed from Middle French redunder, which in turn came from Latin redundare, meaning “to overflow.” In its earliest known English uses in the late 1300s, redound meant “to overflow” or “to abound,” but those senses are now considered archaic. In current use, redound is often followed by “to,” and the effect can be positive or negative: “[It] probably would have redounded strongly to my disadvantage if I had pursued to completion my resolution…,” writes Joseph Heller in his 1984 tragicomic novel God Knows.
Examples
“When no one is an expert, everyone becomes an expert, and authority thus redounds to the person who is least troubled by that paradox.” — Justin Peters, Slate, 10 Sept. 2018
“General George B. McClellan … was an admirer principally of George B. McClellan; and although he was an excellent organizer and motivator of troops, he was reluctant to send his men into engagements where he could not be certain that the outcome would redound to the glory of their commander.” — Louis Menand, The Metaphysical Club, 2001
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Lowlands away
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Nothing changes in UK
News from the UK:Hospitals expand
Chapel for funerals on site of hospital
Theresa May has ordered that all corridors in hospitals be relabelled as wards. and given names:
“Long thin dirty blue ward”
“Long yellow windowless ward”
Dull Entrance Lobby Ward for people with claustrophobia.Make sure the wheels on the trolley are locked otherwise you may be ejected when someone opens the door.
Outdoor car park ward for people with TB or asthma plus privy or earth closet free to use.
Multi storey ward for the laid back[summer only]
Also toilets and cloakrooms.
A toilet is “An ensuite ward for one”
Seven toilets are 7 ensuites.Wow.It sounds great
A bathroom is “a ward for people who like sleeping in or near water.”
Since a Ward is now anywhere with a trolley or bed in it, no logician can complain.And if it’s you there, you’ll be too ill.You may even be dead but as there is no nurse in the bathroom, they don’t know, Neither do I
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The shepherd’s song by Elgar
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Once we were two persons in one skin
Once we were two persons in one skin
I held you till your dying was quite done
I felt your loss like panic deep within
I knew that death would conquer all and win
Now the blackness took you, death had won
Once we were two persons in one skin
I saw its shadow cunningly get in
I had not known in what form it would come
I felt your loss like panic from within
They took you to a clinic with a gym
Ignored the signs your dying had begun
Once we were two persons in one home
I saw the deadly blackness of your skin
Oxygen and sugar almost gone
I felt your loss like panic from within
There was no doctor,drip nor oxygen
You fell onto my bosom, all alone
Once we were two persons in one skin
The nurse asked me to help you to lie down
Then to put some sugar on your tongue
I felt your loss like panic from within
The paramedics ran in like mad clowns
You were dead or dying, was I wrong?
Once we were two persons in one skin
They brought you back to life, to die again
They took you off to A and E , how long?
I felt your loss like panic from within
Then they phoned, he will not make it home
I sat by him and helped him with my songs
Once we were two persons in one skin
Then catheters and drips, allover care
He smiled at me and then he soon was gone
I felt his loss like panic deep within
Across the mighty river, pay his fines
I felt alone for I was left behind
Once we were two persons in one skin
All I do is write my little rhymes
To get me off the river bank alive
I feel his loss like terror deep within
In the mud my mind and body writhe
Can’t I follow him by a deep dive?
Yet I am no master of my soul
The shape of death can’t make me give control
I stand aloof and will not give my life
Even though I was a loving wife
Yet I cannot climb the cliff like edge
The river taunts me as I find a ledge
Why can no-one help me to climb back
From the mud and from the hellish rack?
They say I must not weep, it makes them sad
Now my grief has got me labelled “bad”
Once we were two persons in one skin
I feel his loss ,a torture deep within
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The hand upon my tiller
Come back to me, my sweetheart Don’t leave me all alone. Come back to me, my darling I can’t believe you’ ve gone. I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again. I’m crying’cos I’m falling like a stone. Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty And my voice forever young. Let me tempt you with my spirit My laughter and my songs. I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong. I’m crying ‘cos with you I still belong. I thought maybe I’d follow, To see where you have gone But there’s a hand upon this tiller That is not mine alone. I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song. I’m crying ‘cos I’ve been lonely for too long. The hand upon my tiller The mystery of the dark The unknown one who lives in me And sings like a skylark. I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song. I’m singing ‘cos the cat ain’t got my tongue.
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I am sad and lonely for your arms
I don’t want to live without you any more
I am sad and lonely for your arms
Can’t you tell me where to find the way back home
Even if I lay down on this floor
I’d still be breathing, which has little charm
I don’t want to live without you any more
If you can’t come back here then let me know
I’ll keep the baby living and unharmed
Can’t you tell me how to get back home?
Fairy liquid’s green and full of foam
My child has got no father and no balm
We don’t want to live without you any more
When you went you left me with your comb
The baby’s hair is growing curly ,tell the Times
Can’t they show me, find the way back home?
There may be reason without any rhymes My eyes are getting bigger than my mind I don't want to " live " here any more Tell me, find me, bring our baby home
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A cartwheel is too large for a midge
I wonder what rhymes with mosquito
They bit me by the pond, I repeat,oh!
They live near the lake
Yet the water is fake
I reckon they arw Latins,discreet, oh.
I was awake all last night ,those bites itch
I got some wet ice from the fridge
I stood on my hands
As elastic has strands
A cartwheel is too large for a midge,
The flesh is most sweet on the male
Do not try to kill flying nails
Keep under cover
Don’t strangle your brother
He is either dead or he looks very frail
No point in committing a crime
When you have forgotten your name
Get famous and rich
Then make your pitch
Think well before we get blamed
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More valuable than gold
I’ve got just one letter
written in your hand
One short letter
I understand,
One is as infinity
compared to having naught.
I’ll keep this letter
In the museum of my heart.
’ve only got one photograph
and that is very old
but to me this photograph
is more valuable than gold
Time has thundered by.
Is it now too late?
But may there be a second chance?
Let’s not accept love’s fate.
No matter how we falter,
No matter how we fail
Can we still forgive ourselves,
and rewrite this sad tale.
One more letter,
One more heartfelt smile,
That will be sufficient
To rebirth a love grown frail.
For once this love was stronger
Once this love was true;
So now we are wondering
If we may create our love anew
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I’m incontinent, you are in Europe
When I found your photograph on the floor
I wrote a poem about it
My sister says, pick up all those photos
Where have they come from?
I say,I don’t know
Maybe I knocked down a folder
I am clumsy
I write two more poems while she feeds me Belgian apple tarts
She tells me how she fell over in a dark field in Germany
Her foot went into a hole
There were no lights
They both fell down so she had hysterics
I only had one glass of wine!
She laughed all the way back to the campsite
And then she fell into laughing so much
I could hear her here in London
So I got hysterics as well
That’s genes for you!
I’m still laughing,
They came here on their bicycles
Not dead yet
That’s their trip before Brexit
You never know whether they will start to kill Britons for messing up the entire Continent
BTW I am incontinent
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That he died too, with the suffering ,weak and lonely
I was born at midnight just before the Nazis hanged Bonhoeffer
Before Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Before people knew about the Holocaust
It’s a bit like that now
No, don’t listen to the News, it will only upset you
And whoever is suffering, you can’t help them
Go and read your novel
Make a cake
See if Marks and Spencer still sell woollen jumpers
Invite someone to dinner.
I suppose I’m among the youngest of the people born while Hitler was still in his Bunker
And no-one believed the rumours about Auschwitz
Anyway, was it our concern?
No doubt the day I arrived, a lot of Jewish babies died
So it makes us know that God is not what we thought
That God was a Jew
That he died too, with the suffering ,weak and lonely
What’s God now?
Did we believe only because we thought he would help us?
Chance is a fine thing
Especially to God
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The News Not
I heard they are perforating Ulster again
Ireland wll be united again by the border
Boris Johnson may be Turkish,Lithuanian and British..He’s definitely not got a drop of Irish blood
He thinks the Good Friday agreement was to give Jesus an anaesthetic before he was crucified
The doctor says I’m dying of consumption.I blame the out of town shopping malls but he just said TB [ or not TB?]
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The photograph again
Looking at your photograph again
How did I get here when we were there?
You look relaxed and happy in that frame
I was on the pier with camera aimed
Dressed in my old frock to sunlight bared
I’m looking at your photograph again
We crossed a common, flowers hid by the lane
We lay on white cliff top in sun drowned air
You look relaxed and happy in that frame
How did I get here, I feel I’m maimed?
Each moment is the whole when love ‘s at play
I’m looking at your photograph again
I just keep walking,bearing truth and pain
If I stop I’ll drown in watery drains
You look relaxed and happy in that frame
I know I will meet Jesus when it’s time
Even though I don’t believe those claims
Looking at your photograph again
You look relaxed and happy, that is fame!
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Her kin is me and other errors in grimmer
Seeing the News makes me growl round the British
That BJ went to Oxford means he must have harassed an Exam paper or ten
As for Eton, it’s too twee for the Word
Are we lunatics yet or is the future still fiction?
Did I mean friction?
I am curved round the Clock
How can a maniac rue the state its idiots?
They say rhymes heal our wounds.Unless we are dead
I can hardly believe my husband dying triggered off Brexit.Is it causation or correlation?
I saw the wheels revolve but there was no trigger.Then I felt the bull hit me.Picasso.
I wonder if acupuncture would help the Governed get sensible
I am glad I am descended from Immigrants.I am not Wringlish at all
Does Denmark have the Right tot Return?
I know my head is Viking but my bones are Celtic.Explain that!
My flesh is Aryan which I am ashamed to tell you here.Because I am big.
It’s good to see my sister’s crew.Even her daughter is 6 ft high when moving.I feel small then
My sister is very kind to her kin.That is me!
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Meanwhile in the garden there is mass wisteria.
My own photo
The doctor says I am suffering from allusions of poetry.So I am on major fantasisers
I’m a nagnostic too.I might relieve God there sometimes.
He’s a wave and a particle and very light.He comes and goes.Like men may do.
Meanwhile in the garden there is mass wisteria.It will be ok in a few weeks when we get cold whether or knots
There is a big depression where we bury the vegetable peelings amongst other things like the dead.And what the cat catches,
So we are collating the law.
The priest says my sins are mortal but not deadly.
I have been text-communicated by the Immigrant in the Vatican
I didn’t realise it was a sin to have sex when your husband has died.
Is a vibrator sinful? Or is it the folk who might use them?I think that is it.I’ve never seen one yet
Is it a sin to make them in a factory?If so the economy will slump…
It’s funny that Boots sell something that could send us to hell for all eternity.I am not referring to their famous face cream though it does remove the top layer of the skin.I
t is however not enough for those who have cancer especially if it is on your bum.
If Boots sell vibrators surely the Church must see it’s now the norm and does not use birth control which they still ban, soit could be a gracious way of having sex without need to take the PILL
.Still it does seems odd to imagine that you get married and you both have sex using vibrators.Not quite a honeymoon especially if you take two vibrators.What, though, if the battery goes flat?What if you forget your adapter for the plug? I suppose you could take it in turns!
It’s like food.We used to do that ourselves once.Now it’s sex.No worry about wasting the weekend in bed whispering in each others ears though ,do rememeber not to use one while driving up the M1.I know it’s boring but do you want to be on a video on Twitter? You do!
Say no more.
Remember though that you might have an accident involving others.If you are suicidal, please jump off Beachy Head.Do not cause a traffic jam as you will most likely be murdered.And murder is not suicide,is it?You will have injured someone else and that is more unethical than using men ,women or vibrators for recreational purposes.I rest my taste.Or my vase.Or my handbag… BTW is there a vibrator bag? If not, why not become self employed and start a new business… different colours and so on.I have no idea about size so an expandable fabrix might be good.
When it comes down to it, should we get one free if our partner dies?I would prefer a large soft cat but,hey who am I to judge others? Let the Lord decide…
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I find his photos floaIting in the air.
I find your photos floating in the air.
They land without permissiom where they please
On the kitchen work top,down armchairs
A visitor may find at least a pair
They arrive as if you long to tease
I find your photos floating in the air.
My lost or hidden feelings still seem bare
I cannot take it in, he is deceased
By the kitchen work top stands his chair.
I must have dropped a folder over here
From my mind I cannot find release
I find his photos floating in the air.
I write a poem about him on a pier
My sister tidies as her husband cleans
From the kitchen work to my chair
I am psychic, I see things not here
I saw his death arriving by a wheeze
I find his photos floating in the air.
Father, husband, sister how death starved
All the people closest I’m deprived
I find your photos floating everywhere
I feel both joy and sorrow with deep care
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Would you be perfect ,agonised unspared?
Would you be the Chosen of the Lord
With eyes that see, with ears that hear the Word
Burdened by the Tablets ,in great Awe
Would you ache to feel the Roman sword
To wear a crown of thorns on your head bared
Would you be the Chosen of the Lord?
Would you like to hear Kind David’s chord
To write the Psalms which only grief can bear
To hear God’s wish from Burning Bushes awed?
Would you persevere when hunted, scared
No praise for good, and tortured, unprepared
Would you be the Chosen of the Lord?
Would you be perfect ,agonised unspared
When God has hidden in a fox’s lair
Yet may whisper to the ones with ears?
Would you like to cleanse the world with tears
To walk condemned to death and no-one cared
Would you be the chosen of the Lord
To sense his message, bless us with its awe?
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What is quiddity?
Ian McEwan
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/quiddity
Quiddity
quid·di·ty | \ ˈkwi-də-tē \
plural quiddities
Definition of quiddity
1: whatever makes something the type that it is : ESSENCE
2a: a trifling point : QUIBBLE
b: CROTCHET, ECCENTRICITY
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Crime and Brexit
https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2019/oct/03/sister-murdered-girl-nina-alice-gross-brexit-police
Extract
“We are talking about a very small number of people who have committed violent and sexual offences,” Gross says. “If we leave the EU without a deal people will be put at risk. We need some sort of guarantee that we will continue to be part of the system we’re part of at the moment. We need a proactive rather than a reactive system.”
The databases the UK currently has access to include ECRIS – the European Criminal Record Information System – and Europol allows UK police and immigration officials access to information about violent killers and sex offenders, and vice versa. If the UK leaves the EU without a deal, access will end. But amid discussion of food shortages and medical hold-ups, the security implications of that fact have been lower on the agenda.
Gross fears that women and girls will be disproportionately affected if the monitoring system for this small but highly dangerous group of offenders is abandoned.
She and her family are at pains to emphasise that they support freedom of movement and are profoundly dismayed that Alice’s case has been exploited for what they view as xenophobic purposes.
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You smiled
Was it Southwold pier from where you smiled
Maybe it was Deal with sunny sky
I see some coloured houses by the beach
Too small for recognition or to reach
Maybe it’s the weakness of my eye
You looked so happy ,how can you have died?
We took your Dad to Whitby,he was weak
Did you long to go back to the North?
The faces of the Clevelands,your recourse
The edge of sea and land, how waves run in
Pulling on our heartstrings,honey,hin.
