The old red wall is dressed in stems of wood
In wintertime, we see the ancient bricks.
But in the springtime come the flower buds.
We see no more of Jack Frost and his tricks.
Which vision is the true one, we may ask
Just as with the faces we each show.
But is there any virtue in that task
Reality is impossible to know.
Each perspective gives a vision new.
The more we see , the more we realize.
Other cultures have a different view.
The argument is futile and unwise.
As when and where we stand gives us our view.
l perceive life differently than you
One’s motivation may be either love or power.
In truth, it’s there and plain for all to see.
They first admire and plead a lengthy hour
About how sweet one’s offerings would be.
When persuaded that they are open and sincere
One sends them poems like the poems they praised.
Yet their minds are altered ,and in fear
They shows repulsion where they fondly gazed.
To double bind another human soul
To knot barbed wire around their only mind
This action seems not from a human whole
But from a being split and thence unkind
Believe not those who are too quick to praise
Conceal yourself from charmers and their gaze
Two Feline Condo-Mates
Photo Credit: © Pat W.
[From About.com cats]
I look for cats when I go out walking and like on this last link I find a lot of blogs about cats.I have no cat but I like to stroke them and in the side streets with gardens I find a lot.I would like a Siamese as they will walk with you but they are very expensive to maintain like some women
So I like to walk along as if I am a child playing,looking out for amusing things to do.
When I was at school I used to know all the places where pools would form in the pavement aftera rain shower and I especially liked one place because it looked like one big pool but there was a small island in the middle so that I could appear tp walk through it without getting my feet wet.That was something mothers told you often:
Don’t get your feet wet
.I only had one pair of shoes so I still had to wear them if they were wet.The antibiotic era had not started and so parents worried about children getting strep throat and other nasty illnesses.Penicillin was around but not in use very much.I once had an injection of it when I had 19 boils on my legs.At once! I had bandages all up my legs.I can see little holes now where the boils were.I don’t hear much about boils nowadays.
I liked to join boys at play because they did more exciting things and would sometimes let me ride their tricycles or bicycles.And they went out into the country roaming about which we were not alowed to do.
Now I look for cats not boys and watch them elegantly cross the road looking very intent as if they are about to spot a mouse or a bird but often it’s just a game.I try not to walk as if I am rushing to catch a train… that is more tiring.I like to take my time.
As I walk I find images come to my mind or words and phrases which I use sometimes in writing
I have become interested in virtue and perception.It began when I read a littleAristotle about virtue being a habit.That was quite recent.Before that for many years I believed virtuous acts would follow from being able to perceive well.But when we are fraught our minds and eyes tighten up and so we perceive only what may be a danger to us.To perceive others well we need to be in a position to trust others and we need to feel secure.How is this possible?From my studies I read that our ability to trust begins with a trusted caregiver in infancy,[See” atttachment and loss “by John Bowlby reference to come] We may be able to become more secure later by good fortune,friendship and love.If not,I seem to get the idea that if we are insecure and nervous we cannot truly perceive others and they may be in the same position.If we are very afraid then virtuous acts may be hard to accomplish. The reason is obvious… when. we are concerned with mere survival as a person , in that state what we do to others may be impossible for us to consider.We cannot truly see them and so we cannot act well towards them except by good luck.Or if we are able to tolerate great anxiety,we may see better…. if not we are incapable…. Those whom we cannot see properly we cannot truly consider with feeling and act on this feeling.We see them partly or mainly in terms of the fearful fantasies in our minds and cannot see them as other and interesting.When we make a friend online we may feel safer but in fact we are more likely to misperceive them. When we are from a sad a or difficut background it may help greatly if we have some friends who might point out our errors if we trust enough to tell them.Or we may pretend to be hard and tough.Neither leads to virtue.If we trust God it may help but I believe we see God through the lens of our parents.. which is not good…depending on the parents. When we live in fear,we cannot see what is there before us.We cannot let go.We cannot accept grace and love nor give it.We will try to live by will power.Ironically people who are fearful inside can develop a shell of toughness and pride and so are not seen as vulnerable and/or lovable.Tbey may seem frightening to others. This account may help to explain why politics is the way it is and also we see that arguing is not persuasive when the other is not able to open up and see things more broadly.Arguing makes us tighten up and see less well.And it can be frightening too though some cultures find it more acceptable than others.
Here are some relevant blogs and articles
This author had a lot to say about perception…http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/obituary-marion-milner-1163951.html http://susannanelson.wordpress.com/2014/03/02/happy-go-lucky/
It’s not that I don’t love you,
only that I don’t want you to become part
of my mind’s furniture
which I sometimes stumble across unknowingly in the dark.
It’s not that I don’t hate you
only that I don’t want you to become fixed
as my resident devil
who’s reponsible for all the badness in me .
It’s not that I want to become indifferent to you,
only that I want always to see you afresh
when my eyes greet yours
and not ignore you as you are always here.
It’s not even that I don’t care about you
only that I want to be unburdened
from the guilt of love
and to love freely when it’s the right time
or not at all.
It’s not that I cannot sing for you
But that I want to sing for others too
when I find my voice
and to sing my own song as the spirit moves in me,
or not at all.
It’s not that you are lacking in any way
only that I need to be alone some days
to digest all I’ve gathered
You know, I am never myself without you,
And it’s not as if we can’t be together
But we’ll be more fully together
when we live our own life
You know I’d never have sung my songs without you
No, never at all.
Most people who read poetry have heard of Sylvia Plath.She was only 30 when she died but is now a top poet of the 20th century… her ambition was fulfilled.But if poetry writing is therapeutic as many people believe,why did it not help her?
I read an article about this but am sad to say i can’t find the reference.The author claimed that writing structured poetry like sonnets is more likely to be therapeutic.Nowadays though,free verse and non structured poetry is what is fashionable.Rhymes are not.Think of modern music cocmpared to Schubert or Haydn… you get the point.
Plath’s poetry was ,in a way,violent.She went to her depths but as she already had suffered a severe breakdown and more recently was deserted by her husband her depths were full of pain and anguish.And she had sole care of two little infants.Was it worth it?
So it you feel you want to write for therapy,try writing in a traditional form.The structure contains the feelings better.
As days of war now seen to be the norm
And watching bombs be dropped seens like a game..
We need to think about the long term harm.
Yet morally most of our world seems lame.
We see,because we have new tools to use,
Dead children gathered into shopping bags.
The horrors and the violence all bemuse
The burials are in grey and bombed out crags.
This is not a movie made for fun…
We must accept it’s real and kills or harms.
Whatever way its consequences run
I see we repeat today the ancient forms
Can Imagination lead to wider views?
Can we accept to win we need to lose?
I have loved you and I’ve held you.
Many years,you have been mine;
If the time has come for parting
Let us embrace for one last time.
You know you have to leave me,
Though you desire a longer stay.
Let me hold you in my arms now
For just tonight and perhaps one day
Then I’ll watch you travel on,love,
We take this last step all alone.
I’ll be here beside you watching.
I shall feel when you are gone.
May you accept,may you surrender.
May you reach the promised land.
Into earth my tears will fall, sweet,
As I recall your tender hands.