The decline of children’s play….

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Joan of Arc

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My problem is the keyboard


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Look, Stranger by Auden,-Stranger
    Look, stranger, on this island now
The leaping light for your delight discovers,
Stand stable here
And silent be,
That through the channels of the ear
May wander like a river
The swaying sound of the sea.
Here at a small field’s ending pause
Where the chalk wall falls to the foam and its tall ledges
Oppose the pluck
And knock of the tide,
And the shingle scrambles after the suck-
-ing surf, and a gull lodges
A moment on its sheer side.Far off like floating seeds the ships
Diverge on urgent voluntary errands,
And this full view
Indeed may enter
And move in memory as now these clouds do,
That pass the harbour mirror
And all the summer through the water saunter.,



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We hear God howl

I learned a hymn in our old kirk.
I realized then that God doesn’t work.
I think he sometimes laughs and cries.
When one thing grows,another dies.
We went to church and we all sang.
The organ played and the big bells rang.
But we never heard the answer then
till a strange loud voice called out,”Ah! Men!”
I’m not sure if we were made to sing.
Yet, what but joy can we each bring?
The psalms will comfort us at night.
And in the dawn we see the Light.
Then we rise up and our songs float out.
The cats miaow as they run about.
The dogs join in to bark and growl.
And from the sky we hear God howl

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Syzygy… a very unusual word

Origin of SYZYGY

Late Latin syzygia conjunction, from Greek, from syzygos yoked together, from syn- + zygon yoke — more at yoke

First Known Use: circa 1847
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Your life or your art?

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Water colour love


Like two watercolour pictures  left outside in   rain
Our colours mingled till just love remained
Two watercolour paintings without frames,
Became  one picture  over time.
Yet two of us still there.
Our colours blended naturally,
Now all the hues are shared.
I love your colours intermixed with mine:
Together they have made a new design.
A Watercolour picture softened by the rain,
We may go, but  our Watercolor Love will  yet remain
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How does my mind sound?

Cubism simplified by Katherine

I bet Saatchi bought Tracey Emin’s bed because he was  confused and thought he was in Harrods shopping for new furniture.
I could paint better than Jackson Pollock because I can’t see in 3 dimensions.So I would not hesitate the throw paint all over a  large rectangle of paper.It’s a bit like Jesus feeding the five thousand…. as if they were birds
Wow,I missed my vocation.To be  divine.
I like Picasso.He liked bulls so logically it follows I like bulls  yet that is false so logic is rubbish or I  am of unsound mind

How  does your mind sound?

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