

The giant cometh





One said she was going to gas herself
I told her this North Sea gas won’t kill you
The other imagined sleeping pills
But Valium won’t do it either.
Life is so hard now for hysterical women who are not afraid of God.
They have to walk off a cliff but there are none near here.
So I tell them, that’s life, my dear.
Why not move into a 24 storey tower block?
That will broaden your scope.
While there’s life there’s hope.
Impossible to move on because
Between any two numbers
There are infinitely many other numbers.
Time does not consist of equal increments
I saw the car fast moving towards me
And time slowed down, it was ten minutes
Before it hit me.
Elegantly I flew into the air, second by infinitely long second
Down below I saw life on a huge TV Screen
I was no longer there.I saw a Hand turning a wheel
Clockwork TV, I knew it.
I was flying orthogonally to the earth
I had a new perspective.No fear
A calm and endless peace held me.
Gravity interfered.Thin as I was,
I was not infinitesimal
Otherwise, I would never have come back
All I knew is, this is not it.
The tortoise won the race.
Women won the freedom to conform
To imitating men by caring less;
To political correctness, dress, reformed
Everywhere the male is still the norm
And that is how we females have to dress
Women won the freedom to conform
Though secretly, we aim now to suborn
Unwilling to admit the weariness
Of political correctness, dress, reformed
Now it’s sexual harassment reborn
To admire women, more or less.
We all won the freedom to conform
The book of rules is burned, by gum, it’s warm
Trousers are the “holy” way to dress
For political correctness and a life reformed
No more will matrimony be well blessed
The arts of love no longer are addressed
Women won the freedom to conform
By politically correct new slogans ,arm to arm
I have bought something and asked to collect from Argos.It is sitting at the Royal Mail depot because today is Saturday and the seller did not look at the website where it is possible with skill to find Saturday is ££3.50 more.
Argos is !/2 mile from the Sorting Office.But nobody can collect the parcel till Monday
From Royal Mail website
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It is only if you read further down the page you see Saturday mentioned.
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Topology, a branch of mathematics, is sometimes called rubber sheet geometry.
It’s a sad world when mathematicians have to study the sheets of those of us who have leaky bladders.
However, if Tracy Emin’s bed is a work of art it extends the possibilities for scientists and mathematicians.And this needed because with all academics having to publish very frequently they might run out of topics.
So we might have a study of duvets and the different shapes they might assume when they are covering just one person, two people, three people and since we are mathematicians, we could study their shapes when covering an infinite number of people.
Alternatively how about the effect of one person being covered by an infinite number of duvets?
Would it be aleph-null the infinity of the rational numbers or aleph 0ne [the infinity of the real numbers]?
Aleph one is the bigger of the two .
Aleph is the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet… and it is used because mathematicians already have used up the Greek alphabet.
So now we use the Hebrew one which is slightly different.
If you learned calculus you will recall all those delta x’s and delta y’s.
This makes me think calculus is part of geomorphology and I do believe that geomorphology which studies the surface of the earth is linked to the love and study of the mother’s face and body by human infants.
So calculus is linked to the studied love of babies.Can it be that if you had a disturbed infancy you will find mathematics very hard? Plastic geometry and plastic surgery will be dealt with later but obviously again it is linked to love or hate of the body though our bodies are not usually made from plastic but who knows the future?

They have asked me to help a woman doing a maths degree at the OU
I said,I have forgotten it all
But she has cancer, they report.
I still can’t remember much except
Most numbers are transcendental
They are infinite in number yet we have only discovered a few
Pi and e are two
The other numbers also infinite in number yet are a “smaller infinity” than the first I mentioned.
As for addition and multiplication
It’s better in bed!
Did you know that
A self-defrosting refrigerator
Just has a channel and a little hole in the wall
Behind that is a small sponge
So much for modern technology.
Now my DVD player won’t open
Apparently, there is a rubber band inside it.
They gradually dry out
Then the machine won’t work
Do they think I will take it apart?
I’ll go the cinema and see a film there
One might have thought after Einstein and Heisenberg
And Goya, Picasso and Paul Klee
We’d have found a better way
Of dealing with the every day.
III
Earth, receive an honoured guest: William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry. In the nightmare of the dark All the dogs of Europe bark, And the living nations wait, Each sequestered in its hate; Intellectual disgrace Stares from every human face, And the seas of pity lie Locked and frozen in each eye. Follow, poet, follow right To the bottom of the night, With your unconstraining voice Still persuade us to rejoice; With the farming of a verse Make a vineyard of the curse, Sing of human unsuccess In a rapture of distress; In the deserts of the heart Let the healing fountain start, In the prison of his days Teach the free man how to praise.
From Another Time by W. H. Auden, published by Random House. Copyright © 1940 W. H. Auden, renewed by the Estate of W. H. Auden. Used by permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd.

Thought, the vision of the inner eye,
Peers behind the mask of mundane view
A choosing of the best of what comes by
Not the monsters on the Daily News
Thought to me is vision without words;
Needs silent presentation and review.
The words translate the images that surge
Then fall back to the ocean where they grew.
Like coloured visions of the deep seabed
Where fishes reel and dance, where life is new.
What we mean with difficulty’s said
Yet evocation summons it to view.
Let my words evoke my love of you;
And answer me with many kisses new.
An agnostic yet I need my God
For many parts of life cannot be voiced
Without the sacred language, I learned of.
More a place and less a cruel Rod
Willing us to have the rights of choice
An agnostic yet I need my God
Lesser than both lower and above
Neither is he man, nor girl nor boy
In the sacred language I learned of.
Greater than the mountain tops of love
Smaller than the pebbles drowned sea moist
Me, agnostic, yet I need such God!
Wilder than a stallion newly shod
Quieter than that little, still, small voice
In the sacred language I learned, read.
As by our own science, we are hoist
There’s humour in that secret, still embrace
I agnostic, need to walk with God
And use the sacred language I learned of.
After many hours of patient thought
An image of bright power came to my mind
Enabled by techniques my study bought
Without such language, anyone is blind.
A fever and intensity of will
Made my brain catch fire and flash, ignite.
And yet the image glowing was quite still
As if to demonstrate perpetual light.
As I lay in bed the vision came
Unprovoked, not known of, gave me sight
Many years of patient study gained
The power of signs and symbols, their delight.
The vision came inspired by will and art
To motivate me for the travails of the heart
Does it matter if I cast my vote
The polling station is a common ground
Will it make a difference what I write?
If our writing’s good it should throw light
On whether politicians are unsound
Or if it matters, should I go to vote
Today the atmosphere in Britain’s not too bright
We are from chaos just one single bound
Will it make a difference what I write?
Ideas like shadow’s on the walls of caves
Need capturing immediately they’re found
Does it matter if I use my vote?
In our country, all our nerves are taut
A little noise will wantonly resound
Will it make a difference what I write?
The politicians strident still abound
The agents of derision lead their hounds
Does it matter if I cast my vote
Will it make a difference that I wrote?
I

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/69857/political-poems
Extract:
Plato wanted to banish poets from his Republic because they can make lies seem like truth. Shelley thought poets were “the unacknowledged legislators of the world,” and Auden insisted that “poetry makes nothing happen.” This collection of poems point to the many different kinds of political poems, and the reasons for writing them.
Ushering In: U.S. Inaugural Poems
JFK requested Frost, Clinton invited Angelou and Miller, and Obama asked Alexander: read the four poems that have been read at presidential inaugurations.
“Praise Song for the Day” by Elizabeth Alexander
I know there’s something better down the road.
We need to find a place where we are safe.
We walk into that which we cannot yet see.
from “On the Pulse of Morning” by Maya Angelou
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
“The Gift Outright” by Robert Frost
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
“Of History and Hope” by Miller Williams
But how do we fashion the future? Who can say how
except in the minds of those who will call it Now?


The pathos of the bull
http://www.writersdigest.com/online-editor/7-things-will-doom-novel-avoid
Do thesee exercises
Writers who have dulled the inner critic don’t worry about getting the words right. The only thing they worry about is getting the words written.


“The people” have chosen to exit
The Europe to which we belong
My husband is fuming
His identity’s human
We’re not English cos our name is too long
My big head is a gift from the Vikings
The bones in my feet are all Celts
My blue eyes are Irish
My lips are quite smilish
So being European was a help.
The man who delivers the parcels
Puts Mary down as my surname
For even the Londoners
Hear it with wonderment
It’s Danish, I say, try again
Thwaite is a puzzle to many
Like Hebrew names might be to me
For vowels are guessed at
Just how brilliant is that?
You just have to believe it to see
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| omne initium difficile est | every beginning is difficult |

I have got three odd shoes in my bedroom
Though all of them seem to be black
Where have their partners gone?
What on earth have I done?
I must be distidy, what luck!
When I take them off in the late evening
I should peg them together right then
They like to go wandering
Leaving me wondering
If I should really be a stray man.
For women used to do all the housework
Being tidy should be up our street
I f God made a mistake
Why can’t he remake
My brain and recreate me more neat?

1, This is for women- have your hair cut short in May in a decent hairdressers.You will be cooler in the summer and by November it should have grown about 3 inches.Have it trimmed but keep long so your head will feel warmer in winter
Savings: The minimum charge here is £35.A new place opened where it is £52.If you only go 2 or 3 times a year instead of 8 you will save £175.
2.Make a loaf of bread at home.You don’t need a machine.Quality bread here in a proper bakery is £2.50 for a large loaf.Buy dried yeast and strong flour… save maybe £60 a year
3 Become a supporter of your newspaper online.ThGuardianan asks for £5 per month.The daily paper costs £2, more at the weekend.So potentially large savings…
4.When you go out make sure you go to the loo before coming home.For people who work from home or are retired, it means your water bill is much higher.Go into Starbucks and use theirs! Or any other big chain.What a pity Amazon haveno coffee shops!
5 Don’t use toothpaste.It is not essential.Brush well.
6 Combine last year’s autumn clothes in different ways.Just buy a new scarf or knit one.Knitting is quite expensive nowadays though you can buy wool from places online….
7 Have only 2 meals a day.Plus fruit or carrots.
8 Reuse every bit of paper you can.
9 Write letters.The stamps are expensive but phone calls are too.
!0.Borrow/share books.

http://www.bbc.com/future/story/20150413-the-downsides-of-being-clever?ocid=ww.social.link.email
Extract
Mental blind spots
The harsh truth, however, is that greater intelligence does not equate to wiser decisions; in fact, in some cases it might make your choices a little more foolish. Keith Stanovich at the University of Toronto has spent the last decade building tests for rationality, and he has found that fair, unbiased decision-making is largely independent of IQ. Consider the “my-side bias” – our tendency to be highly selective in the information we collect so that it reinforces our previous attitudes. The more enlightened approach would be to leave your assumptions at the door as you build your argument – but Stanovich found that smarter people are almost no more likely to do so than people with distinctly average IQs.
People who ace cognitive tests are more likely to see past their own flaws
That’s not all. People who ace standard cognitive tests are in fact slightly more likely to have a “bias blind spot”. That is, they are less able to see their own flaws, even when though they are quite capable of criticising the foibles of others. And they have a greater tendency to fall for the “gambler’s fallacy” – the idea that if a tossed coin turns heads 10 times, it will be more likely to fall tails on the 11th. The fallacy has been the ruination of roulette players planning for a red after a string of blacks, and it can also lead stock investors to sell their shares before they reach peak value – in the belief that their luck has to run out sooner or later.
A tendency to rely on gut instincts rather than rational thought might also explain why a surprisingly high number of Mensamembers believe in the paranormal; or why someone with an IQ of 140 is about twice as likely to max out their credit card.
Indeed, Stanovich sees these biases in every strata of society. “There is plenty of dysrationalia – people doing irrational things despite more than adequate intelligence – in our world today,” he says. “The people pushing the anti-vaccination meme on parents and spreading misinformation on websites are generally of more than average intelligence and education.” Clearly, clever people can be dangerously, and foolishly, misguided.
Sometimes I am glad that you are gone
You would be startled to perceive the strange new scene
That a nation educated could choose one
A card to be their presidential meme.
Leonard Cohen hung on with his frail thread
But fell when dreaming of the latest polls
And you, too, are perhaps comforted in death
You don’t have to vote for shipwrecked fools
Yet we who’re strong must live and hope for good.
The virtues of the noblest minds aid ours.
We must cultivate the tender buds.
And not assume ourselves to be mere cowards.
For one good person, God would not destroy
The Sodom we’ve created in false joy.
If they ordered children to be good
We thought it must be possible and right
So virtue must by will power be oruled
We assumed that adults understood
Our feelings and our nature and our sight
When they ordered children to be good
Our selves were growing like the flowers in bud
Tender, wild and vulnerable to blight
When virtue was by will power harshly oruled
Yet school is a mere prison in the flood
Of growth towards the sun and its great light
Yet they ordered children to be good
By watching other people and their moods
We noticed how obsessively they cried
That virtue can by will power be ruled
They frightened us by saying when we died
God would judge us harshly in his Pride
If they believed that fear would make us good
Virtue must by terror cruel be ruled
And that can’t be right


I wanted to be good and thought that meant
I need only wish to make it so:
I was what I desired in my intent
I suffered from strange tortures throughout Lent
I dropped a boiling kettle on my toe
I wanted to be good and thought it meant
On my birthday I was quite absent
Any joy, I thought saints did not show
I was what I desired in pure intent
I thought God lived like Moses in a tent
I feared Hell and saw the rosy glow
I wanted to be good yet turmoil rent
As I grew, neurosis in me sent
The fires of hell to cause my overflow
I was by men desired though not fluent
I realised too late how I don’t know
Who I am nor whither I should go.
I wanted to be good and thought that meant
I was what I desired with such intent
This life is just a film where we play parts
If you take a trip or bad luck hits
Choose the courage of the human heart
Love’s the root of all the good that starts
But power will hide in love until it’s hot
This life might be a film where we play parts
Love and power are sometimes both inert
Yet from real love, the human is begot
With what damage to the human heart?
In error then we falsely do deport
The souls whose ignorance is a woeful threat
This life might be a film where we learn art
In Stalin’s time, the people wrote reports,
Were spies in networks friendship made unthought
With death to courage and the human heart
Of the love of mothers, we forget
Before we spoke she was the heart we met
This life is a great play with many parts
To enhance the courage of our shuddering hearts