“A glossary, also known as a vocabulary or clavis, is an alphabetical list of terms in a particular domain of knowledge with the definitions for those terms. Traditionally, a glossary appears at the end of a book and includes terms within that book that are either newly introduced, uncommon, or specialized. While glossaries are most commonly associated with non-fiction books, in some cases, fiction novels may come with a glossary for unfamiliar terms.”
“A gloss is a marginal notation regarding the main text in a document. Shown is a parchment page from the Royal Library of Copenhagen.
A gloss (from Latinglossa; from Greek γλῶσσα glōssa, meaning ‘language’) is a brief notation, especially a marginal one or an interlinear one, of the meaning of a word or wording in a text. It may be in the language of the text, or in the reader’s language if that is different.
A collection of glosses is a glossary. A collection of medieval legal glosses, made by glossators, is called an apparatus. The compilation of glosses into glossaries was the beginning of lexicography, and the glossaries so compiled were in fact the first dictionaries. In modern times a glossary, as opposed to a dictionary, is typically found in a text as an appendix of specialized terms that the typical reader may find unfamiliar. Also, satirical explanations of words and events are called glosses. The German Romantic movement used the expression of gloss for poems commenting on a given other piece of poetry, often in the Spanish Décima style.”
Words float like water in a stream,
Reflected gently by sunbeams.
This stream flows swiftly to my heart
And through these words your love is caught.
The space inside my heart is clear,
Your love will find its right home here.
Your words are treasures in my night,
And in the dark, they glow with light.
Oh,let me read your notes of bliss,
And seal them with a loving kiss.
I hope this stream will always go
Where living waters softly flow.
For love is kind, and love is true.
Connections form from me to you.
And love creates an open heart,
From which all other feelings start.
Yet love is free, and does not bind.
Love is glad,and not unkind.
So if my love displeases you,
Then you can find a lover new.
I have life inside my heart
Which will sustain me if we part.
I shall wish you happiness…
And know my grief will one day pass.
But for today,let’s laugh and play.
Let’s make love inside the hay.
It’s summer and we like the heat.
Let’s celebrate with kisses sweet.
She was so beautiful that men were frightened to aske her out in case they were struck by lightning.She was a conductor, no doubt.You could see the electricity all day.
She looked like the forsythia in spring- larger than life and yellow from eating too many buttercups
She wasn’t a woman, she was an induction hob so hot the pans boiled before they went onto it.If you grasp my meaning.She sang like a spark from an angels’ chorus that flew near the sun and got smothered in that white dust I keep seeing everywhere.What is it?Dirt used to be black in my youth
A black sun gazed down on the earth.It was graduation day for comets or was it comics?Anyway we all wore black but we couldn’t see anything.Next time we shall stay in bed and read Nicholas Freeling… with torches
My boyfriend is like a chip pan.He is too hot to go near and then he’s cold and set like dripping or lard.
My mother was very warm hearted.But she hid it so well she didn’t even know herself!
Life is not a play
We create some of it
We interact
We act
We live
We see virtue
We see vice
We see better
We think better
We do better
We all become better
If we see better
He looked as if he had eaten 5 lb of raw potatoes while climbing the Langdale Pikes in a monsoon and was unable to find a w.c. or even a bush.
His face was as red as an overripe plum tomato as he read the report on his latest fiasco.. teaching calculus to illiterate adolescents without understandfing it himself;
Still he has a honours degree in Chinese so he was obviously intelligent in a way that could be described as tangential to human life in the UK
Her dress was so tight she looked as if she might pass out into the arms of the neatest man she could spot.Was this a plot?
The doctor asked me to take of my dress so I took off my glasses as well.When he asked why I said,I don’t like seeing my own body uncovered.It’s like seeing a sofa with no fabric
I have got 5 double stitches in my arm so if I find some needles I could pick them up and knit a scarf for my wriat
I feel like I do when I overdose on GNT… my head sweats and BP drops.Then I see a vision.I don’t even pray first but I do alfterwards,Hope springs eternal.God must exist.
I was waiting for a box of gauze dressings but all I got was Harpic toilet cleaner. Is it the NHS or me? No, it’s Amazon!
Writing poetry is like riding a motorbike up Scafell when drunk…. you can’t imagine how you made it.Then you have to come down.That’s prose.
A boy threw a brick at me.He said I looked like an immigrant,I asked him what made him think that so he said you are polite,well dressed and work in the NHS.
I said but don’t you want a top dermatologist here wotking 60 hours a week
He said,see you can’t even speak proper English;
What’s that?
You should f*cking well know sh*t like that
How about Jesus, I cried desperately
Who’s he?He don’t sound like a native, is he here?
I said , yes, he’s always here
Oh,f*ck, he must be a Russian.
No, he’s a Jew
A Jew?
Yes, you know like Moses.Abraham,Delilah,Bathsheba,Isiaah
I like the names, bring em all round to mine for tea
They’re dead.
Are you sure?They might be faking it
Jesus died on the Cross and his mother shouted,get down off that Cross, your dinner’s ready.He said, what is it and she said, rabbit stew with mashed potatoes
He said,I’d rather die than eat rabbits.
And did he?
Have you never been to church?
Surely they don’t kill men there!
No, but some die of shock
Electric shock?
Well, they have electric candles
I don’t like those.They are artificial
So is money but I bet you like that!
How did you guess?
Because you have knife and a gun and a label on your head saying, give me all you have now or I’ll kill you
That proves I am intelligent
Why?
I can write in sentences with the right tense
Well I have nothing except a card saying,I have weak bladder, let me use your toilet
OK I’ll have that.
It’s not worth much
It wll be when I get inside Boris Johnson’s flat
Do you really believe he will let you in?
If he doesn”t I will shoot him
I say,hang on… he might do it himself
If they all fell off a cliff we would be happy until we look for new people
Where have all the good ones gone?
Note:I did this using google docs talk to type.It has problems like grammar,capital letters at random , confusion of words but mainly I am unhappy as it produces a totally differrent type of poem when I am not using a pen or a computer
The sky is yellow, grey and white today
There is no hint of blue or summer bright
But happy are sweet Lovers In their play
By Heat oppressed we sweat now to allay
And yet I find so sweet the evening light
The sky is yellow grey and white today
What seems good may still exact its pay
We long for summer then at heat take fright
But happy are the lovers In their play
Homely was our cottage in Lyme Bay
The Charmouth cliffs half fallen were a sight
The rabbits had a little world sos afe
The Lighthouse can be seen from faraway
For ships that come too close get holed at night
Unknowing are all lovers as they play
The foreign seas are lapping at our feet Showing both their terror and their plight The sky is yellow grey,and white today
“A new selection of Goethe’s work reveals both his vast range and his unity of purpose.
Illustration by Boris Pelcer
In the English-speaking world, we are used to thinking of our greatest writer as an enigma, or a blank. Though there’s enough historical evidence to tell us when Shakespeare was born and when he died, and more than enough to prove that he wrote the plays ascribed to him, the record is thin. Indeed, the persistence of conspiracy theories attributing Shakespeare’s work to the Earl of Oxford or other candidates is a symptom of how little we actually understand about his life. His religious beliefs, his love affairs, his relationships with other writers, his daily routine—these are permanent mysteries, and biographies of Shakespeare are always mostly speculation.
To get a sense of how Johann Wolfgang von Goethe dominates German literature, we would have to imagine a Shakespeare known to the last inch—a Shakespeare squared or cubed. Goethe’s significance is only roughly indicated by the sheer scope of his collected works, which run to a hundred and forty-three volumes. Here is a writer who produced not only some of his language’s greatest plays but hundreds of major poems of all kinds—enough to keep generations of composers supplied with texts for their songs. Now consider that he also wrote three of the most influential novels in European literature, and a series of classic memoirs documenting his childhood and his travels, and essays on scientific subjects ranging from the theory of colors to the morphology of plants.”
She climbed onto the bus like a gnat that has walked up Everest carrying 100 library books.
She sat down like a mother of 15 children does after doing the washing by hand
He fell into bed like a shelf of books collapsing when all the nails broke at once
He got undressed like a courtesan being paid by the second
His pyjamas reminded me of Wittgenstein’s phrase: whereof one cannot speak thereof one must be silent
He gave me some tea in a mug as if he were handing me an umbrella in the sunshine while swallowing a sword and igniting a rocket with gas and air
She looked so beautiful ~I could have died of love.Except I’m not a lesbian as yet
He was so handsome it almost made me change my mind about my future but I think I was right to flee.He could have fleed too if you scream what you see.But he didn’t flee my way and I didn’t flee his way.That was it in a coconut shell or a bomb shell
I said I’m full of dread not shall we go to bed?
I said what rhymes with crap not it’s time for a nap
I asked what was the score not have you a whore
I said I’d better eat not I’m a lover of pleats
I said your fly is undone not shall we have fun
I asked for the toilet not for you to boil it
Can I have a rest and yes, you are a pest.
I made the bed and it is well dead
He asked for a sex toy so I said why not play an imaginary game.Then he said not a sex toy a fixed ploy!
Well play it again,Sam.Not lay it again,damn.
I wrote a play no, there was no delay
I wrote the script not I taught the whipped
I am a playwright not a daylight
I had a nightmare not she was alright bare.
I do like men not now and again
I lay on this couch covered in big sheets of white paper.I was unable to lie on my side so I lay on my back with a pillow under my right arm and my right hand was on my left shoulder.That pulled on the shoulder which had been frozen.
Then they began to put other things over me maybe plastic to stop blood from getting onto my dress.This seemed to take ages then he gave me a couple of injections.He stuck a pin in to see if I was numb.Then silence fell as he laboured with his knife.He cried,
Are you on Warfarin? Well, no,But I do bleed a lot.Silence
The nurse sprayed something on and I guess he stitched the wound.Then he put a dressing on.I got up and walked to the chair
The nurse said it will hurt when the anaesthetic wears off
It didn’t hurt.Not compared to the pain I have all the time from arthritis which had been flaring up
So in the evening I got a severe pain in my left thumb.Really agonising for a few hours… then it began to fade away.I am surrounded by supports and splints and so on……
Because I went alone I feel as if it has not happened.I am to take off the dressing on Sunday…. what fun.He is good at sewing and is very clever.
Let’s hope that is it
When I said you were a pest, it was a metaphor.
I said the doctor cut a lump off my arm not a chunk of my charm
I said the nurse was very kind not she was blind
I asked for a cup of tea, not a jug for a wee.Though……
You are worse than a moth, words cannot say it.
You are a cross between a bluebottle and a wasp.Don’t breed, please.
I am innocent,you are innocent, they are innocent.So who did it?
I wanted a meringue not the Big Bang
I feel like a prisoner in a confessional when the priest faints.Through my fault…..
I’d like to be a religious Jew like Jesus.Is it too late? Well,I’m not man yet!
She walked up the stairs like a migrainous gazelle with lead weights hanging round its neck and a truck of bricks harnessed to its body.In other words,she was pretty, exhausted.
Dead!
They said they had no time to read a stanza
A verse, a line ,a little sonnet form
When I asked why, I got no solid answer
They liked psalms and songs ,both well enchanted
Judiciously embraced beneath a palm
They said they had no time to read a stanza
As we talked ,the hot dogs panted
This hideous heat can do them deadly harm
When I asked why, I got no bally answer
The women and the men all flaunted
Their dress sense, their straw hats and their strange charm
They said they had no time to read a stanza
The professor with her learning all had taunted
Saying, thinking cannot cook or keep us warm
When I asked why, I got a squalid answer
Well now and then we spin a little yarn
Tell a tale or make love in the barn
They said they had no time to read a stanza
When I asked why, I got no valid answer
“Poetry inspires, soothes and delights. Besides being a kind of therapy in times of difficulty, it can become an absorbing interest and much more too. It is my passion and my delight and it took me on a journey from being nothing to being something. Today I don’t just write poetry, I also write about poetry and about poets; I am helping my dad write a book on the subject ‘Poetry Changes Lives’.
I love the comment of English poet W H Auden: ‘Poetry makes nothing happen’. Try saying that with emphasis on the last word.”
DT has done a great service to education by showing how vital grammar is in all aspects of life.So yes, use a preposition ,I suppose, if you feel like it,Yet grammar is not based on feelings.One little word wrong and it could be the end of the world
I am a crook, not the cook
I said my clothes needed pressing not messing
I want a new book, not a rebuke
I need a holiday not an obligation
He has television,you have television.For the 195th time we all have television.
I said how do you like the grammar, not I’m an American spammer
What am I doing here? What am I doing anywhere… living.
What is an ablative? It sounds like water but it’s not a w.c.Is it the opposite if disablative? Nominative means No,I’m a native
Genitive ….. sensitive mainly to the organs of generation .Or is it damaging the genitalia by getting into a hot bath too frequently
Dative…. is it asking a native for a date ?
Accusative… it’s a bit like paranoid but less a theory and more an activity
Why can’t we just speak normal, eh?
I am sorry for my misdemeanors What did Miss Demeanor ever do for you and why is she yours.Surely then she’d be Mrs Demeanors
We say impolite and mistaken.Why not mispolite and imtaken?
English is terribly hard.Perhaps we should make everyone revert to Anglo Saxon except only people at Oxbridge learn it and that ain’t right, is it? Once it was the tongue of the common man or woman or even cats but now we all talk la di dah oh fuck,gorblimey,I ain’t dead yet,OK,Cheers,see you soon, you see what I mean? Anyway, it’s too like German so maybe at this moment in time it’s not the right moment to speak Saxon languages nor to use aged cliches as we are going to hell in a handcart
I said I was Ms.Tayke. not I was a mistake
Is Trump a miscreant? Or am I too polite?
Is it rule or misrule in the USA?
He missed the mis before he spoke.
Why let a dummie run?
He apologised for being mispolite to the Queen.She told him to learn English before he comes again
There was a hap and then a mishap and then a baby app.
He said he misbombed Gaza.That is, he bombed Israel.They don’t mind dying as long as Jerusalem is still recognised as capital… or is it mis-recognised?
Did we misbomb Dresden? I think that was Evil.
If I say I don’t like avocados is it anti-Israelic as they call themselves prickly pears?
I had an Arab student once.When I told the class to reas Alice Through the Looking Glass he was the only one who did.The others misread Portnoy’s Complaint or Lolita.
I got laid today.Sorry I got mislaid by my husband.He put me in the airing cupboard as he said I was frigid.Frigid? What nonsense.I just don’t like all the things we have to do nowadays.Like enjoying sex.Do you enjoy your dinner every single day? Of course not.Some want chips with everything, some like salt on everything and some are anorexic and others claim Miss Anna wrecks it
Do you prefer a fair or an affair?
I said,you’ve been framed but I meant misinformed.
Are you the doctor? My mistake!
I thought I might not be able to write today because of minor surgery but it is not that which is preventing me from writing it is my left thumb which has decided to swell up. it is the base of the thumb… so I can’t use it. I am using this Google Doc typing app which seems a reasonable one but speaking is not the same as writing especially when it’s poetry
Now the place where I had surgery it’s starting to hurt so that is on the right hand side if it looks as if I’m in a right mess tonight add the wonderful news the temperature is high and so is the humidity which makes it rather difficult to enjoy the summer at the moment
I can’t think of the first line of a poem because I need to be using my hands for my mind to work I can’t do it with my voice as yet but maybe it will happen if I keep trying… or is this a divine message that god does not want me to write anymore poetry give my recent performance…… it is possible
please forgive my grammar and spelling mistakes because I cannot edit to this document at the moment but I have managed to make myself some food which involves courgettes and butter beans and eggs and I’m going to eat it now I hope with one hand or the other what shall I have to ring up my next door neighbour I asked them to feed me I don’t think they will like that definitely not.
would you like to feed somebody like me no I thought you wouldn’t.. new sentence when I was at school the teacher in the science class said that in about 50 years we wouldn’t need to eat food that it will come in the form of tablets and so we could just swallow 203 tablets instead of bothering to cook you dinner however she was quite wrong about this as she was about nearly everything that she told us.
how I passed that physics exam I do not know it was a miracle where are the mathematics exams we’re much easier because we didn’t have to do lab work. I didn’t like doing loud work it was the teacher she was hopeless. in those days as soon as a lady got pregnant she gave up her job and I’m afraid the physics teacher got pregnant a bit quicker then she might have initially planned as we were rather difficult to deal with she was only 21 when she started and she used to blush a lot she had rather nice blonde hair and a Slender figure but as I was not a lesbian it didn’t mean anything to me I suppose I might have tried to be jealous over but I didn’t manage to succeed in there because I have always judge people by there Essex ethics…. and not by their appearance except a man of course I do judge men by appearance and by their sense of humour which is very important to me. I like to have fun I like to make jokes how to roll my eyes and pull faces at people but I haven’t been able to do it recently because I am frightened of being arrested by the police and charged with causing public disorder well it would make a change as someone once said to me that I was too good and that I had no faults but surely they can’t be so stupid… we all have faults but some of us can hide them better than others
I’m going to eat my supper now and then I might lose on the television to see how Theresa May our Prime Minister is doing
I think she is done for but I do not know who can succeed her as none of them seem do you have any friends or character
or strength of mind or morals. is this the end of civilisation… we never been terribly civilised.. any society with so many homeless people cannot be regarded as civilised in the true sense of the word. Goodbye
May I love you,will you let me know?
I do not want to waste my life on earth
I will not let my feelings for you show
Nor deal you any dreadful. unkind blow
Instead I’d give affection and my mirth
So laughter and good will would overflow
May I love you,will you let me know?
Shall we share our lives till we are earth?
DT has done a great service to education by showing how vital grammar is in all aspects of life.So yes, use a preposition ,I suppose, if you feel like it,Yet grammar is not based on feelings.One little word wrong and it could be the end of the world
I am sorry for my misdemeanors What did Miss Demeanor ever do for you and why is she yours.Surely then she’d be Mrs Demeanors
I thought I might not be able to write today because of minor surgery but it is not that which is preventing me from writing it is my left thumb which has decided to swell up. it is the base of the thumb… so I can’t use it. I am using this Google Doc typing app which seems a reasonable one but speaking is not the same as writing especially when it’s poetry 
