The music has voices

The music has voices, people with arms stretched above their heads pulling invisible strings  they move. slightly move side to side

Connected to our  hearts, the rivers in our body the rivers of blood the veins and the arteries they’ dance to the vague unbearable movements of the music of the heart with blank intense eyes open zero mouths

There is something impossibly touching in the harmonies we cannot create: connecting us to the invisible grace of the universe

Traversing the horror :in creative boats are signs symbols,sense,incense

The voices are pure like children’s and faint like ghosts like holy spirits like flowers and thistledown

They slice into our souls, yes into our souls like holy knives

Deep in our body we feel it, we hear the call of the music and we long to go to the place from which it comes

Let there be light in the world

Let there be light in Ukraine

In Libya?

In Morocco

How can we in this unknown dance move together like strings of bones, violence of the ribs, the pump of the heart I want a heart beat to move the entire world

The heart bursts and disappears and we are cleansed into the actual shape of the music though we cannot see and we feel each other in the pulses of our wrists

Because real knowledge will hurt

I don’t want to see reality
But I don’t want to lose your care.
I want to go on being selfish
And having you always there.

I don’t want to feel your feelings.
I am aware that I’ve been somewhat curt.
I want to go on ignoring you,
Because real knowledge will hurt.

The longer I pretend to be ignorant,
The longer I choose not to see,
The more I shall hurt my loved ones.
The more unkind and cruel I’ll be.

I don’t want to see reality.
I’m frightened of what I might find.
I am fearful of demons and devils
When I traverse the dark glades of my mind.

I am afraid to discover reality,
I am fearful of broadening my view..
I hope I can get enough courage
To be able to bear what is true

Where do they get the terrible ambulances from?

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I have seen many ambulances but this was the worst. There was only one man in the vehicle but two of the three patients hadd serious conditions. One had had a stroke six weeks ago and could not use his left leg arm much. Also sense of direction was lacking so he guided the driver into a cul de sac full of new flats.

It was very hard for the driver to get this man out of the ambulance.

The second one could walk there wasn’t too bad and the third one has got a broken arm and back injury and an infection so was beginning to feel nauseous.

So instead of 15 minutes it was 1 hour.

If it is requested someone with a stroke or other bodily problems can have an ambulance with its own wheelchair which is fixed in ambulance before driving so that they do not need to be lifted out of the wheelchair and put on to a very narrow and uncomfortable seat

I have noticed of the two hospitals nearest to me the one on the North circular road uses the worst ambulances and even when zone 1 patient there must have two men or women in the ambulance

The last time I was in this position I was on the way to the hospital when I got a phone call telling me my appt was was cancelled.

But I could not turn back because the driver was carrying another patient for a similar appointment and then I had to come back again

After 12 days in the hospital I have got home and I have not had a wash since Monday morning.

Now you see they can’t afford the soap so send your remaining remnants soap wrap them up in a positive bag and post them to the East Middlesex hospital. Please enclose a stamped addressed envelope and 25 pound notes.

A few face cloths too…….

Don’t leave me all alone

Ancient drawing by Katherine

December 7, 2015
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, I’ve not seen you for so 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.

Something I wrote a few years ago in December

And in the evening play a double bass?
Posted on December 16,
Happiness is compulsory at this time
Xmas parties,alcohol and drugs
Inebriated,I can never rhyme
I sit and watch the mating of the slugs

But surely nothing mates in winter cold
For slugs don’t have a coat like humans do
Perhaps ,despite appearance, they are bold
Need no injections to prevent the deadly flu.

On balance would you rather be a slug
That lives a life of freedom in the grass
Or do you live because you write and blog
And in the evening play a double bass.?A slug can’t sing a song nor speak kind words
This comparison is foolish and absurd

Interesting hospital advice about a patient getting washed

In a large hospital in North London, I have been told that if I want to have a wash I should tell the staff. Then they will bring me some water

After 5 days I have only been washed once but I didn’t realize I have to ask for it even though I have a broken wrist not yet in permanent plaster.

I’m not sure if this is actually true because when the physiotherapist came they asked me how I got washed and I said I don’t know what the normal procedure is but I’ve only got washed once since I came here.

I think the person I was speaking to may have been gaslighting at me but I will be interested to know if anybody else have the same experience.

I have also got a throat infection so I would have thought to protect other people I should be clean and the sheets are not changing regularly. I was very impressed at first but there’s something wrong. No wonder covid is spreading

Faith ignites

Hope and the infinite brain of being interact
Faith is for the forlorn
Faith is not scorn
Goodness is always approximate
Do bad and become bad.
Fractals made my home infinite
Kill yourself with kindness, instead of others.
Cruelty runs faster but blinder.
Armed struggles are too weighty with meaning.
To eat or not to eat when you are taking antibiotics
Pause before screeching or swearing
Always get washed before you go to breed.
Buy a big bed for when you are both sulking.
Don’t frisk me. I like to dance

I saw a black cat

I saw a black cat walk sideways.

I saw a black cat play ball.

I saw a black cat walk on my bed.

I said, black cat,don’t fall.

I saw a light in your window

I saw a light in your hall.

I saw a you go out and then come back.

I thought,why don’t you call?

The doctor looked at my body

The doctor looked at my head

The doctor looked through my eyes again.

I said,I’m still not dead.

The cat is called Miss Willow

She lives next door to me

She never bites or scratches me.

She does that to a tree.

O little black cat,please dance

O little black please play

O little black cat I do love you.

But I don’t like to say.

If we don’t tell our loved ones

If we don’t tell our friends

If we don’t show our feelings

What signals do we send?

I’d like to die of joy

I’d like to die of joy, the shock the thrill

Do you know that love intense can kill?

The beauty of cathedrals lit at night

To some others this is an awful sight

Our legs give way we fall into the dust

I’d like to go that way if go I must.

They say god’s in the details I believe.

Empty, knowing nothing, we receive

For everyone who is afraid of algebra

Mary buys x pairs of trousers[ for all those people who tell me they are afraid of x,y and z

Mary goes shopping for trousers.
Let number of pairs of trousers bought = x
If Mary has £60 and price of trousers=£12
How many pairs of trousers can Mary buy?
12x =60
6x=30
3x=15
1x =5

Usually we leave out the 1 and write x=5 QED

So Mary can buy 5 pairs of trousers.This is algebra
Is it sensible to buy 5 pairs of identical trousers? That is not mathematics.It might be common senses,ethics,foolishness or wisdom.
That is a more complex question like this one ” Save money:buy 2 get one free” when you don’t even need one!

Further,should Mary draw her life savings out and buy 1,000 pairs of trousers?
Clearly not so where should she draw the line? Because ladies get tired of their clothes and how long is Mary going to live? And she is depriving 999 other ladies of a pair of trousers as well.That is worth thinking about but it’s not mathematics,is it?
From this we can conclude that algebra is easier than other problems we deal with.Don’t say maths is hard! It’s easier than ethics and morals and wisdom
Amen
Now we will pray for all those we have offended on FB today!

Cracks

Parallel lines will meet in a crack

Once I have found one I rarely go back

The ice in the winter the heat of the day

The cracks in the pavement have something to say.

A familiar as faces we loved in our youth

The heart recognises emotional truth.

When I walk up the street where we used once to play

I feel I’m a stranger, one born yesterday.

Where is our cousin with asthma severe?

Where are the children who used to play here?

Too quickly the clock has turned it’s long hands

Blindly we dream,by the flow of the sand.

Where is our mother who stood by the gate?

She called out our names but I’ve left it too late.

A black and white cat has come into my house

I hope it will see otf the rat and the mouse.

Dandelions rise from the cracks in the spring.

I prefer winter the ice that will sing

Dead why ?

1 Fell off writers’ block into a pit of tigers.Bad layout.
2.Strangled by over-loving cat.Verdict: guilty
3.Large bottle of ink bounced back off wall . thus broke skull.Suicide denied by dead man or wife as appropriate [Delete one]
4 Forgot to eat while writing long novel.Was not worth it
5 Forgot to sleep owing to inspiration.Stupid despite possessing unique ​genius
6.Killed by malfunction of new laptop.[Can be returned to Amazon free when body is removed]
7.Tried to meditate and fell out of the window. Accidental death
8 Tried to clean outside of the window with a microfibre cloth.A pane broke and cut his throat.Incidental death
9 Got depressed by lack of air.Jumped and lost balance killing two cats on the patio.Verdict Unf​air​
10.Thought he was sleepwalking and walked off roof of extension [only just completed].Insurance will be paid.
11.Fainted in church and was used as a human sacrifice.Jesus wept
12 Hit head on bannister while falling down the stairs.Euthanasia while dizzy.Resurrection imminent
13.Fought off wife but bitten by the dog .Both dead.Verdict, pointless end.
14 Wrote a best seller, got drunk and died of shock!
15 His website was declared a threat to humanity.Died of shame.

Liturgical and spare

From the dazzling dark comes our new year

A performance both liturgical and spare
Candle light in darkness,ancient ,new
Illuminated shadows of despair

Enter in the ones who loss can bear
Do not cross them out, nor make them skew
The performance,ah liturgical , ah spare

From the dazzling dark comes our new year
When will be the last of my own few?
lluminate and fear not bleak despair

We do not let the fear of feelings bare
Abbreviate the pleasure , lose the clue.
A performance mute, liturgical and spare

Candles in the darkness, how so fair?
Dark and light combine, Da Vinci drew
Eliminate excesses of despair

In the little crib the light was blue
Another, holier world is here and now
A performance both liturgical and spare
Illuminated shadows of despair

I like shape and I like form.

I like syntax,I like  structure

Elegance with signs of fracture.

I like writing with a pen

I like ink,just now and then,

 

I like shape and I like form.

Architectural sentence born

I like writing  to the dead.

Only in my dreams in bed.

 

I like frames and I like order

I like pictures with a border.

I like writing on my sheets.

Memories that will not keep.

 

I like finding what I think.

Eloquence makes grown men blink.

I prefer to talk and sing.

Did you hear my wedding ring?

Its lack of elegance  offends my eye

Loneliness is only known to man
When he burns the  copper  frying pan
From the marriage bed he’s tossed  aside
For pans are more important to a wife

Yet if she  breaks  their  lovely china plates
He is not allowed to castigate
Oh,men! That is a phrase I hate
Generalising is a crude mistake

Now I  am alone, I’ve burned  eight pans
I broke the dinner plates with  careless plans
I broke the special mugs we  loved so much
All because I missed his soothing touch

The memories fill my heart with  love and light
In  my dreams he comes into my sight

Elegance lies bare

Apple tree and sunshine

In summer time when sun do shine

I’m happy on my own

I gaze up through red maple leaves

All transparent in the sun.

But when winter comes I’m lonely

Sitting here beside my fire.

So I want a  winter lover

To keep my spirits higher.

Oh,my winter love come to me

And I’ll gaze deep into your eyes

The light that shines in there

Is so much warmer than my fire.

We’ll go through wintry woodlands,

Where elegance lies bare.

The branches struck by sun

Now feel the frosty grasp of air.

I’ll love you all the winter time.

I’ll love you  in the dark.

I’d like to rest within your arms,

And have a peaceful talk

When summer comes I’ll disappear

To roam across the dales

I’ll sleep on heather moorlands

And send you loving mail.

I can’t be tied in summertime

I must be roaming free.

But ,if you accept this  need of mine,

To you I’ll faithful be.

How Nicholas Winton saved 669 children (and counting) from the Holocaust: ‘He became everybody’s grandfather’

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2023/dec/07/how-nicholas-winton-saved-669-children-and-counting-from-the-holocaust-he-became-everybodys-grandfather?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

Mary and God

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Mary was in the hall watering her rose scented geranium; she decided to move it into the kitchen as the hall might be a little too drafty.Mary was very anxious to make sure that this plant survived because it was a present from her cousin.
Suddenly the phone rang. perhaps it is Annie wanting to go out on some Christmas shopping expedition ,but no it was Mary’s cousin Bob who she knew had been very ill and although he seems to be recovering she knew he was quite anxious about dying
His voice was very faint and weak. Perhaps he is going to die, she thought. he does seemed to be frightened .

Do not be afraid.God is waiting for you and he knows everything
,He knows how you looked after your sister when she had a breakdown and how you used to change the curtains and make the room look beautiful to try to help her and yet she did not thank you .She was very unpleasant but you never gave up ; eventually when she died during her sleep it was both a relief and a loss
God remembers everything and he is full of love for you . I do not know why God allows some people to suffer so much[ which is a constant theme in human thinking since the book of Job was written.]
Now, I don’t say that you are Job ,but I do know what you have endured. I have seen you being humbled in cruel ways, I have seen you being ignored when you knew much more than the people who were talking
You cared your your cat with utmost kindness until it recovered from its ill-treatment at those nasty neighbours of yours.
You have suffered too through cancer and not being able to eat foods that you liked but you have recovered. You have worked in your garden and grown beautiful flowers and vegetables Your fruit trees have been v productive and your whole garden is a testament to the fact that you love every living being, except your brother David, of course.,
There’s always trouble in that kind of set up when the mother prefers one child to another and it has been a constant torment to you throughout your life. I have noticed since you have both been older. you seem to have a more productive life now and I know you make wine and jam and mend all you can
I know that you did win an award when you were in your 20s for your research although you never told anybody. I wonder why you were so shy about telling people. You never did like to boast and I think I am similar to you.
I let Stan have his mistress next door because I know that not every man is interested in Wittgenstein especially when it’s his wife who wants to talk about him when he wants to take her to bed and enjoy her charms, tickle her and laugh merrily and I only wish that you had been able to meet someone yourself who would have valued you as a human being and felt warmth and attraction as well.
I do think you tried to make the most of your capabilities limited as we are by economic,health and political factors alas
Bob said to Mary :you have made me very happy
2 Days Later Mary heard that Bob was much better and the doctor says he will soon be home again
What a disappointment for God meowed Emile, Mary’s little cat. God got everything ready
Well no doubt God had some help,. Mary cried., that’s what I need . need some help ;this house is in a terrible mess as if my fate is to constantly keep trying to tidy up and yet the next day I have to start all over again.
I don’t mind cried Emile I think it’s wonderful I like a mess it makes me feel like playing more and having fun but when it’s all tidy and clean I feel terribly inhibited
Good grief Emile, you sound as if you’ve been to Oxford.
I did once to go on a day trip to Oxford, the the cat confessed .Annie took me in her handbag on a coach
Well all I can say is ,she must have got a very big handbag
Don’t be so rude Emile told her, you have got some big handbags and you’ve got about 50 handbags in the wardrobe even now when you are a widow
That is a woman’s privilege Mary told him like getting a new hat is Easter; a handbag is a very important thing because it enables men to make their wives carry all their wallets and keys so that they could have fun when they went to the seaside
Yes I can remember mother struggling along from Blackpool North station to the beach with a gigantic handbag and a shopping bag full of sandwiches while everybody else ran on in front of her
I don’t know what we saw in Blackpool except the sea; the beach was so crowded you could hardly see the sand.
I guess the airwas cleaner, the cat informed her in a manly way

I think I need a cup of tea said Mary go and get Annie.
She won’t make the tea
No but she can drink some with me while I tell her all my thoughts and my feelings and I couldn’t free associate while she showed off her new makeup and jewellery and her strangely coloured Christmas outfits.She is off to Wigan to visit the make up factory next week.If only it were in Southport I’d go too.
Well I’m in love with Annie. I wish I was a man so I could marry her and make it home for her
I’m sure you would have made a very good husband said Mary but God wants you to be a cat although you are a rather extraordinary cat and it is my good luck to be your owner or shall I say your mistress?
Aand so ask all of us

Limestone at Hutton Roof

Beetham Fairy Steps

I wish I were on Hutton Roof again
The limestone and the little open flowers
The sea at Arnside like a distant gem
The spaciousness, like days with far more hours

I wish I were as agile now as then
I’d climb the mountains, hills,the little lanes

Windermere below still winding on
The handsome Lake the old man, Coniston

I wish I were in Dent, the curious shapes
The hills and their deep mystery engross
The height, the little river, the mistakes
The lost loved man alive, to hold me closeI

I yearn to be on Hutton Roof today
The holy smell of grass, the feel of air

Third rate science

One of the great unresolved psychological enigmas of the modern western world is the question of what or who has persuaded us to accept as virtually axiomatic a self-view and a world-view that demand we reject out of hand the wisdom and vision of our major philosophers and poets in order to imprison our thought and our very selves in the materialist, mechanical and dogmatic torture-chamber devised by purely quantitative and third-rate scientific minds.
Philip Sherrard

Mary and darning

Mary was sitting looking at the execution of Mary Queen of Scots on TV while also mending some moth holes in her skirt.The only thread she got into the eye of the easy thread needle was blue but nobody was going to examine her with a microscope, she told herself gently
She also was thinking of her winter coat.Was raspberry really a good choice? Would dark grey not be more useful?After all she often sat down on garden walls while taking photos or even on old wooden benches.What she needed was a folding cushion or a small thick towel.No wonder women have such big handbags.
Annie her neighbour came in the back door with a bag of broken biscuits.
Look at these!We used to get them in the market years ago.So for old times sake I have hit these with a hammer!
What sort of hammer,Mary asked.
Why, are there different kinds?
Yes,but I expect yours is just the usual medium size.
Actually it was Ben’s.When he ran away he left it behind.
I suppose it was too heavy to fit into his suitcase.Where do he run to?
I don’t know,said Annie but as his sister in law went with him they might have gone to Australia.
Do men in Australia often love their sisters in law? Mary pondered
Who knows? The point is nobody would recognise them.Although if I went on Saga holiday I might!More people travel now.My friend Jim went to Borneo last yearm said Annie in a tone of wonder
So if we became lesbian lovers we could not hide in Borneo!Where could one hide now with all this travel?
Disguise might be best,Annie whispered.You could dress as a man!
You must be joking ,at my size.
Well, there are plenty of fat men!
But would they have a shape like mine?
So the two friends while away Saturday afternoon, both now darning Mary’s other clothes.
Why don’t you just buy new clothes,Annie murmured kindly.
I can’t afford this quality.I shall have to keep combing Emile until I get enough fur to make into a thread.Then I can knit a scarf!
How ridiculous,You’d need a herd of cats to get enough,Annie informed her with pity.
What a lovely idea,Mary cried,But Emile might be jealous.Or he might enjoy meeting a lady cat… or two.
I don’t think you could have more than six cats here and with food and bills it would be cheaper to buy wool
Still,a ball of wool is not so good to sleep by as a cat,Mary pondered slowly.And it has no loving eyes to look at when one comes in from the shops.
I suppose just holding wool in the hand might be very soothing,Annie retorted logically.
Otherwise we could join Soulmates she continued fluently.
Would men be attracted to a lady with darned moth holes in her clothing? Mary enquired humorously
Well, it would show you were economical and thrifty,Annie cried sensitively
Surely that is not the main reason men choose a woman partner, said Mary wonderingly.
I suppose they like a woman with a gentle sensitive nature.Annie screamed
Well.Denis Thatcher didn’t,Mary informed her delightedly
So true, but was she different once?
No, he wanted to be dominated.Mary decided.
I wonder if he liked being whipped,Annie thought having read 5o shades of whey
She could have used the Government Whips, Mary chortled.
Both the women burst out laughing so much that the sofa fell over and flung them onto the thick red and purple striped acrylic carpet
That sofa us unstable,Annie shouted.We could have died
Perhaps it’s us.Mary shrieked
Emile ran out into the kitchen and bit a piece out of the Xmas cake.
I can’t help it, he mewed.They are both getting madder by the day
And so say all of us
Emlle’s a jolly good yeller
So pray for all of us.

Flowers pose.

How softly sweetly,gently flowers pose
Carnation,orchid ,daffodil and rose.
For their intricate petals form a shield
Yet bees with striped force shall make them yield.
Appearances,both natural and contrived,
Mixed with the wiles of human nature thrive.
As knowing not, we pluck the apple rare
And bite its flesh,with teeth we have to bare.
We too deceive the innocent who pass
Not seeing watchers hid behind the glass.
The windows break,the deep earth quakes;
Seized is the maiden ,he her virtue takes.
Beneath the surface,force and fierceness thrive.
What fearsome, burning God enjoys our lives