An old man kissed my hand  outside a shop

An old man kissed my hand  outside a shop
My hair was gleaming in the yellow sun
What surprise, what care, but what a shock

What grace there was in customs , mainly stopped
My face was bright, my  stockings had no runs
A man  just kissed my hand  outside a shop

I   should have done a selfie, what a cop!
I bet  he fell in love ,ah Beatrice won
What surprise, what care, but what a shock

He was not drunk, his  hands had just been mopped
I  had not  been  so  touched by anyone
Till this  man  kissed my hand  outside a shop

In a silent morning, love erupts
We know what’s passed but not what is to come
A man  just kissed my hand  outside a shop

Give us  our  applause, oh  come on,clap!
I think we’ve fallen off the usual map
An old man kissed my hand  outside a shop
What surprise, what feeling, what good luck

 

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Iris Murdoch and the reality of other people

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https://www.theguardian.com/books/2019/jul/13/iris-murdoch-100-books-full-passion-disaster

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Floundering  in  the metaphors of doubt

In those days we were always going out
Driving to strange places in our car
Trapped between  the  signal and the doubt

If there were a  fire we’d put it out
Buying  beer from any local bar
Oh, those days we  always  rushed about

Keeping active so  there are no thoughts
Just the vision of the crucial star
Flickering from  the manic  to the  doubts
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In the stillness, we find we have caught
A sentence from our God,  the  seminar
So these days I  serve it , just about

We  found what we never  should have sought
Schizophrenic,  literal , bizzare
Floundering  in  the metaphors  of doubt

We will   be well rendered  by the fire
Copper bottomed in our new attire
In those days we  eyed the roundabouts
Puzzled by the  symbols , wish to doubt.

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Leo and Dannie Abse

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https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/leo-abse-and-his-brother-dannie-l8kb0k5nn8b

 

Extract

Dannie had a different relationship with his wife. They worked together, they wrote books together, he never went anywhere without her. They were completely and utterly bound together. He was driving the car when she was killed, and although the accident wasn’t his fault, he has to deal not just with loss but with survivor guilt. It was difficult, God knows, for me to cope with my loss, but for him it is too much to bear.

The important thing is that he keeps writing. I’m terribly worried he’s given up, and that really is fatal. With courage, pain can be transmuted into something positive. It’s hard, but then just to live requires courage, particularly when you’re in your eighties. You are kept alive by work and love, and there are years of work left. Dannie can overcome this. He must transmute his grief, his pain, his tragedy into poetry and it may make him an even better poet. As it is, I suffer with him because my feelings for Dannie will always be paternalistic. To me, he’s still the kid brother.

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I’m sad those starlings won’t  come here again

Ancient nests of starlings  still remain
How  beautiful the instinct and the form
Although the birds will never come again

In Somerset they glide  above low lanes
Circling  like one being, god alone.
Ancient nests of starlings   here remain

Eternal life  is by the group attained
When one dies another one is born
Although the starlings won’t  come here again

The dead birds have no funeral  nor blame
The living birds will procreate  in time
Ancient nests of starlings   here remain


Their migration  is no children’s game
The  style and beauty of their flight ‘s  sublime
I’m sad those starlings won’t  come here again

And  so it is with  our possessions fine
They’ll be  discarded  when we cross the line
Ancient nests of starlings  still remain
And I shall never see those birds  again

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Keep your time

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http://www.bbc.com/capital/story/20190301-how-to-stop-digital-gangsters-stealing-your-time

 

Extract:

He says you can get back your time and concentration with a certain amount of personal effort. And he says it’s up to individuals, because “our government is not going to save us, and neither are the tech companies”.

He has a four-step plan to stop getting distracted by technology.

Step 1 – Manage your internal triggers: When we’re distracted, we’re normally looking to escape from something uncomfortable. Try to work out what it is and manage it.

Step 2 – Make time for distraction: Set aside time in your day to be distracted – that way it won’t feel like your time is being invaded. Give yourself a set hour that’s ‘social media time’.

Step 3 – Remove the external triggers: Turn off your notifications and the rings, pings and dings that tell you what to do.

Step 4 – Make pacts to prevent distraction: Get a technology app that tries to limit the amount of time you spend on your phone. The key factor is self-awareness: once you realise you’re being distracted by your phone or tablet, you start putting it down.

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We  know what  wisdom lies in gentle doubt

The beginning of our wisdom must be doubt
The fool  who ” knows it all@  can never learn
They already know what life’s about

Yet we must not  go dither till distraught
Nor let our peace of mind be overturned
The beginning of our wisdom may be doubt

 

Wisdom must be suffered, can’t be bought
Like the fire that glows yet never burns
Some soon know what life is all about

 

I remember all the  battles  fought
The friends, the love, the kindness  which each earns
We  know what  wisdom lies in gentle doubt

Life is not controlled by human thought
Even the  most loving  may be  stern
If only we could know what life’s about

 

We  wish for love and will forever yearn
All is flux and no-one stays the same
The beginning of our wisdom must be doubt
Whose imagination’s got the space   and light?

 

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But some are  more imaginary than others

I have got PTSD.My husband hit me on the head with a wok
At least he didn’t cut it off!
So sympathetic
Tell me more
It’s getting complex
Like numbers?
How are numbers complex?|
When they are half imaginary
In a sense they are 100 per cent imaginary
But some are  more imaginary than others
Such as?
The square root of minus 1
Yet mathematicians are mainly atheists while believing  more numbers are irrational than not
Yet we are taught to value rationality
Value  lies in meaning.
Or is meaning gives us value?
Will you leave your husband?
Where?
Behind
Where am I going?
Ask God
How?
That’s what we all say
Does it get us anywhere?
How?
Was  that how or houch?
I am confused.
I blame numbers myself
Numbers of men?
No just numbers
They have no minds!
Just like the British people.
I prefer numbers especially aleph one
What does it denote?
The infinity of all real numbers
But we just agreed they are not real
What is “real” ?

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Joan of Arc

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