Meter bends the time.

acer-palmatum-shindeshojo-1My lover went to Lapland for he found  my love too warm
You  porcupine, he hollered out, I prefer a seal
Are you sure.I questioned him, for I did not wish him harm
I need to get away from you, I  want  a conger eel.

He set off in his brand new car, the ferry was quite late
He  was a little angry but drink gave him false calm
He got talking to a mermaid and  now she is his mate
She lives deep in the icy sea and he loves her frigid arms

I don’t know how you would feel, if after twenty years
Of being called a porcupine, when swaddled iin his arms
Your lover  found the Northern Pole, and left you only tears
At least I can enjoy my bed without  his wild alarms

The melody is not the words but how they are combined
I  have lost all faith in men , unless their names form rhymes
I  know we have got clocks today but meter bends the time.
Like dancing bends  the entire space of   humans ,rapt, sublime

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On falling down the full stop at the end of a sentence

Blind sight scattered my wits
Like whitened bones
Across the deserts of my mind.
I descended into darkness.

Love shrank into the tame cat
By the fire,unacknowledged hate
Grew to fill the room.
I stared too much.

A full stop grew gigantic
Crowded out
All the words in the sentence
I saw nothing but this dot
Now a gigantic black hole
Into which I was dragged.
An energy coming from within my own head
Sucked me into the black hole.
That place was the wrong sort of darkness.
Within that full stop,
Love Fundamental became invisible.
Disappeared into the dark.
I dragged my eyes away
And saw the moon appear , so eerie,
It shone,grey silver.
If I had opened my eyes wider
I would not now lament
What I destroyed in the wormhole
Of the black dot that drew my eye
Into a tunnel of darkness
It blinded me to the light
Did not let me read the sentences
Beside the full stop.
An error of focus left hate
Unacknowledged,unmitigated unredeemed,
Kept from love or goodness
Afraid to spoil my love with hate,
The fear of hate became
That which spoiled all else else,
By freezing Love itself
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Je ne suis même pas français

clematis-macropetala-sorbetAujourd'hui, nous étudions la topologie
Ça doit être bref.
Et le caoutchouc
Ooh, vous êtes impoli, n'êtes-vous pas
Regardez, ce n'est pas un jeu de mots croisés
Non, mais vous êtes. Vous obtenez la croix et nous avons
Qu'en est-il des mots?
Juste bourdonnement aujourd'hui.

Maintenant, nous allons apprendre sur les nombres transcendantaux
Vous pouvez parler mais nous ne pouvons pas apprendre
Pourquoi, est-il interdit?
Non, nous sommes juste épais
Eh bien, mon QI n'a que 65 ans et pourtant j'ai un diplôme de maths
D'où?
Vous ne pouvez pas les acheter.
C'est ce qu'ils disent tous
Je suis un crétin, vous êtes un crétin, ils sont des crétins
Et nous?
Tu es un imbécile.
epimedium-domino
Pourquoi avez-vous cette lettre dans votre main?
C'est un refernce de mon tuteur. "Ce garçon est tellement stupide qu'il ne peut même pas épeler Feck et il n'a jamais entendu parler de Sodome et Gomorrhe.
Eh bien E n'est pas U
Sont-ils les jumeaux sur la rue Coronation
Pour l'amour de Dieu, lisez la Bible.
Sera-t-il heureux?
Non, mais ça t'arrêtera de parler autant.
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I told a lie once

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I like to go out in the country to see lambs gambling in the meadows  as the horses are racing all day.

I told a  lie once.I  said, I will when I get married.

I must make a will, so I am told.From what?

The sausages are rolling the  pastry.They are just like pins.

I don’t know what language cows speak.Moo,moo.Metoo# I blame the paypal bulls,

The cats are at it now MioawMiaow2#.How did they l earn  about unacceptable behaviour when they don’t  even speak English or read the Telegraph?

Apparently  our soles are black and desperately need someone who can dye for them

I believe in salvation as long as I can pick who gets it.Do you get that?

I’d prefer an immobile phone  but who makes them?

Smartphones implies we are stupid,How did they know?

 

,

 

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I would not be here in this house

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After eating several   oranges my mother in law gave birth to her son in the kitchen in the terraced house near the centre of an industrial town.He was 8 weeks early.She and her husband had been to the seaside for  the day.No doubt the train journey could have jolted her insides.
Years later he and I walked down that long beach at Easter time.If she had not gone into labour so soon, I would not be here in this house in a big city.I wouldnot have this blog!

Giving Birth

His mother was a fan of the orange
Preceded by large bowls of porridge
Scott’s Quaker oats
Old fishing boats
Giving birth to a  child  needs great courage

She made lovely bread with brown flour
And  drank  her tea hot by the door
She roasted  and  steamed
As she did in his dreams
92  years  exact to the hour

 

Beach huts generic

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How to do nothing

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Kant est mort.Kant est starduster maintenant

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Eh bien, mon I Q n'a que 65 ans et pourtant j'ai un diplôme de maths
D'où?
Vous ne pouvez pas les acheter.
C'est ce qu'ils disent tous
Je suis un crétin, vous êtes des crétins, ils sont des crétins
Et moi?
Tu es un imbécile.

 

Je desire un moron pour mon lit~je suis enchante par les imbeciles comme moi
 Je ne suis même pas français
Je ne regrette pas mon oncle est un topologie daemon.Quelque chose desirez vous?
 Pourquoi avez-vous cette lettre dans votre main?
C'est un refernce de mon tuteur. "Ce garçon est tellement stupide qu'il ne peut même pas épeler Feck et il n'a jamais entendu parler de Sodome et Gomorrhe.
Pourkwa Sod em and Gomorrow? Je suis auntie bbc   supernatural

Je ne sais pas mais je suis un analyst de classi sequel  comme epsilon delta et Leib Knits sweaters,Ou est Kant? Kant est mort! Oh,non,non, je suis finnish, I can’t go on  like this. I am Dutch.
Double?
Treble!
Kant aime Leipzig.Je t’aim frogs.Ma mere aime le chat et mon pere aimes ma meres.J’ai trois meres
Traumas?
O h Freud again

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Eh bien, mon QI n’a que 65 ans et pourtant j’ai un diplôme de maths
D’où?
Vous ne pouvez pas les acheter.
C’est ce qu’ils disent tous
Je suis un crétin, vous êtes des crétins, ils sont des crétins
Et moi?
Tu es un imbécile.

Je desire un moron pour mon lit~je suis enchante par les imbeciles comme moi
Je ne suis même pas français
Je ne regrette pas mon oncle est un topologie daemon.Quelque chose desirez vous?
Pourquoi avez-vous cette lettre dans votre main?
C’est un refernce de mon tuteur. “Ce garçon est tellement stupide qu’il ne peut même pas épeler Feck et il n’a jamais entendu parler de Sodome et Gomorrhe.
Pourkwa Sod em and Gomorrow? Je suis auntie bbc supernatural
Je ne sais pas mais je suis un analyst de classi sequel comme epsilon delta et Leib Knits sweaters,Ou est Kant? Kant est mort! Oh,non,non, je suis finnish, I can’t go on like this. I am Dutch.
Double?
Treble!
Kant aime Leipzig.Je t’aim frogs.Ma mere aime le chat et mon pere aimes ma meres.J’ai trois meres
Traumas?
O h Freud again

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Homework

BlackRedstart2019-2Do  we have ” best by” dates on our birth certificates?

Do politicians  have ” use by” dates after which we throw them out? Why or why not?

Do we ever throw ourselves away for the wrong reason?

Why do we say, she threw him over? Over what?

I think someone might buy me but as what? Explain

Why is irrational a critical word?

Are we metaphors?

Am I as bright as a button though my IQ is 65?

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Four years ago…

  • dsc00102Tu me fais donc schlumpe
    Vous me faire sentir si glumpe
    Tu me fais il ya des cloches à Schwung
    Enfer à brhung
    Et un poumon woenderful à Thung.

    Vous êtes juste un cocker alter
    En bas, dans la vieille doekker glosse
    Vous me faites crissement être rimé
    Je aspire à un Signe, maligne vuenderfifle
    Et un vieux bedde essen divine

    Je suis autobrat non; animaux non je ai a la tete.
    La montagne, vey oy.
    Youpi yappee yay.
    Quel day.Je sais blunderful.

    Mein Mutter Olden is kranke
    Mein Olden Daddie is Swanke.
    Esperanto aucune façon!
    Européens restent.
    Lehitraoat, Mutter,
    Kranky vieille guttere.
    Sie is mal de simple
    Dreck ne est pas tout à fait un jurer.
    Il ya rubbische partout?
    Ils clamme le zéro de l’inflation.
    Aleph null.my héros.

    Je ne ai pas loike votre tarte;
    il n’y a pas de pomme dans sa Harte.
    Venez à mes Zands et emplay moi avec vos handes.
    Il ya everyhear muzak …
    Nous tolérons aucun feares.
    Dankeschön zie unt ende de l’ci-dessus.

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    You make me feel so schlumpe

    
    Mein Mutter Olden is kranke
    Mein Olden Daddie is Swanke.
    Esperanto no way!
    Europeans remain.
    Lehitraoat, Mutter,
    Kranky old guttere.
    That is wrong of simple
    Dreck is not quite a swear.
    There is rubbische everywhere?
    They clam the zero of inflation.
    Aleph null.my hero.
    
    I do not have lawke your pie;
    there is no apple in his harte.
    Come to my Zands and use me with your hands.
    There is everyhear muzak ...
    We tolerate no feares.
    Dankeschön zie unt ende from the above.
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I don’t even know if it is Russian.

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Thanks for calling to tell me I am owed insurance  money after that bus ran over me in Uxbridge Road.However,I   have died since.

Thanks for asking me what I think of your  telephone service.I
prefer Westminster Cathedral.

Thanks for  saying I have a beautiful voice.However you may not realise I am 87 and  no longer date strange men  or indeed any men or other human beings like women

Thanks for the offer of  three pairs  of shoes for the price of two.I have 50 pairs of shoes now so I must turn down your offer or buy a new home.

Thanks for sending me the Sun.If the Guardian is not there I’d prefer nothing at all to come or if  you are desperate  for money send The Times

Thanks but the LRB is too much for me already.It gives me a certain je ne sais  pas or qua or da da  as I walk into the Turkish Cafe for my coffee.
It keeps men at bay.And women too.I am a loner now

Please stop writing to me.I don’t speak Russian.I don’t even know if it is Russian.And I do not want to  be  your wife.Or a spy.

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