Blindness does not benefit the blind

Suffering does not benefit mankind.

Retaliation causes further horm

Blindness does not benefit the blind.

Brooding will embitter suffering minds.

bitter are the lessons we must learn

Suffering does not benefit mankind

God the artist plays with shape and lines

It’s we who have to distribute the alms

Blindness does not benefit the blind

We try to find what Jesus left behind

Perception is more moving when we’re calm

Suffering does not benefit our minds

Remember Blythburgh church and angels’ arms.

Even demons can’t resist their charms

Suffering does not benefit mankind

Blindness does not benefit the blinds

From cats to evil

Mary wants to get a letter

This means she’ is feeling better.

Here’s the postman with his sack

Coming up the garden track

she hears the letterbox go bang

The postman seems to talk in slang

Ear ye are pet ain’t got much

Oh dear Mary mind your crutch.

I have no crutch I have a walker

You are just a nosey parker

No I’m from Warsaw,madam dear.

Well you speak English without fear.

Yes I know I’m feeling proud.

In this country it’s allowed.

Yes said. Mary I know that.

If you’re not sure I’ll ask my cat

Emile opened one green eye.

I’m not here to be a spy.

If Eastern Europe is is in trouble

Get the cats out at the double

That’s what Mrs Johnson said

She saw Boris on the bed

She brought her cat a golden collar.

That’s why Boris’s face turned yellow

There are babies and young children

Little faces all a- quivering.0

See they look like Jews tormented

By the Nazis men demented.

But would you have had the courage.

To stand up to the Nazis savage

How long will we support Ukraine?

Let us not ignore their pain

The Russian wolf is riding high

Threatening Europe from the sky.

The Jews and Yiddish have all gone

From Europe to Babylon.

We heard we must show more courage

But who hears the voices savage?

We feel like children in our hearts

Prepare us adults that’s a start.

Survival as a moral wreckage

Comforts Satan sends a message.

You do not want to know the worst.

The human race may be accursed

What stops us from forgetting ourselves?

2 my leg

From a photo of my leg after a bite from a mosquito

I was writing yesterday that we enjoy losing ourself in work,creation and other ways. But sometimes we can’t do it so easily.One reason is that we may be experiencing grief or pain and however we try we can’t forget the aching heart we have within.And maybe we should not do so;grief,sorrow,pain take energy and we may need to lie about and allow ourselves to feel these emotions for a time. Another reason may be that we are filled with anger,rage,distress because of someone’s behaviour to us.Sometimes  we will just have to endure this.Ideally we shouldn’t dwell on it overmuch and begin to plan revenge or cruel words to say back.Retaliation may feel good but it can perpetuate a cycle which or other action may be needed but  it never ends as we can see in some countries now. We can decide to avoid the people who have hurt us and that is good. We may say something in the fullness of time..We should not deliberately dwell on their wrongdoing and allow it to take over our mental space.We can still carry on our own work even though it may be hard to start.Eventually we forget it for most of the time.Maybe when we are low in comes back.Then we need to know it happens to everyone,probably.not many folk escape some emotional sufffering in life.

Like the best things in life are free so are the worst but don’t cultivate them in your personal garden… they are weeds,  noxious ones  too

George Steiner

Theatrical masks of Tragedy and Comedy. Mosaic...
Theatrical masks of Tragedy and Comedy. Mosaic, Roman artwork, 2nd century CE. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dionysos mask, found in Myrina (now in Turkey)...
Dionysos mask, found in Myrina (now in Turkey). Terracotta, 2nd–1st centuries BC. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Do the identifications with fictions, the inner, tidal motions of pathos and libido which the novel, the film, the painting, the symphony unleash within us somehow immunize us against the humbler, less formed, but actual claims of suffering and of need in our surroundings? Does the cry in the tragic play muffle, even blot out, the cry in the street?

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