Use your brain or your brain
Will use you up
How many of us are disengaged from reality
Solving each new problem
With the same faulty mechanisms?
Distracted by the relentless machinery
Of a brain poorly maintained,
Which runs its casually input perceptions
Through synaesthetic synapses sparking sputteringly
Along a badly wired mainframe.
No wonder people feel the need
To switch off and get ‘brainless’.
The brain can feel like a vicious animal
Burrowing its way through your skull
Trying to break free of the body’s pull.
Dishonored Lady ( 1947 ) Full Movie
It’s interesting to note that Anais Nin, as she mentions in her journal, was friendly with Hedy Lamarr around this time. What a sight those two must’ve made wandering around town!
The heroine of this little picture is also sensitive, intelligent and attractively neurotic.
The plot is as good as an episode of ‘Law and Order’ if you like that sort of thing (I do!), with a murder and courtroom revelations!
Directed by Robert Stevenson, with some of the soundtrack music by Wagner, I think.
Beware, this film is for adults only, and advocates absolute honesty. It also illustrates the value of leaving a chap a nice note before flying off.
The Prime Minister has demonstrated his grasp of the language of the common people, as he would doubtlessly describe the citizens of Scotland, by begging them not to vote in favour of Scottish Independence, “just to give the f-ing Tories a good kicking.”
So the question arises: would a yes vote give the Tories a good kicking, and would it be worth it?
Mr Cameron has already indicated that he will not resign if he ends up presiding over the breaking up of the United Kingdom. However, if he does end up doing that resignation would surely be his only honourable course of action. Disgust at the present government and Westminster regime must surely be a major factor in the recent swing towards a Yes vote.
The shock of such a radical change (and you know how we hate change here in England!) might begin to make people down South think hard about what our country has become. Or shall we just allow the present Westminster government to provide its usual generous support to any banks and businesses that flee a newly independent Scotland to come closer to their benefactor, who has so much money to spare thanks to its ruthless savings on benefits, education, free health care etc – the sort of thing that such a newly liberated Scotland might be tempted to squander its wealth upon?
Choosing whether to vote Yes or No remains a very complex decision, so the prospect of an extremely high turn out for this vote is truly heartening. Either way, people will be reminded that democratic elections can sometimes make a real difference.
I’m only a quarter Scots myself, and more England based, so I don’t get a vote, but will watch how things unfold with sympathetic interest, concern and my usual hopefulness for the future.
After three hundred years of suffering the consequences of allowing England to poach its royal head of state, this might be an opportunity to renegotiate that deal.
And if our plucky friends North of the border end up feeling isolated by the continuing hostility of Westminster, they may be consoled by cementing ties with Europe and establishing their country as an independent member of a more generous, modern and widespread family of nations.
As for giving the aforementioned Tories (not forgetting their coalition allies the Lib Dems) a good kicking, well those of us that remain and survive can at least look forward to the impending General Election.
One day I want to make a poem without any words
No similes or metaphors to hide behind
Not showing off or attempting to justify myself
An honest moment of communication with the world
Something that helps people see with fresh eyes
That in some subtle way changes lives.
One day I want to make a poem without any words
No metre or rhyme to lull the senses
Not a parody or a satire or a moral tract,
A living monumental composition or bit of work
Something different for each person that finds it
That helps to clarify some thought.
One day I want to make a poem without any words
No observations or stories you’ve heard before
Not a plea for understanding or love
A simple moment from anybody’s life
Something like a memory but stronger
That can overcome the tyrannies of time.
I say I want to make a poem without any words
And you say, quite reasonably, “But a poem must have words
So why not make a piece of music or some other wordless form of art?”
Well, as a poet I have to make things out of Words
And one day, instead of hearing or reading what I’ve written
I want you to feel and understand what shouldn’t be forgotten
All these days when I do seem to’ve done nothing
I have, at least, been loving you
As I have ever since I first saw you
And thought, yes, that’s who I’ve been looking for all this time
There she is, all done and dusted, forget about it!
As I continue to attempt to do
While you do your best to surprise and bemuse me
Amuse me and elude me, for now,
Till I’m driven sufficiently wild enough to cast aside all caution,
Or, excitement worn down, dust settled
Ready to get on with it in some sensible way,
Whatever that life we make together is.
Meanwhile, loving you continues as simply as breathing
And is, thankfully, for much of the time, rather more interesting.
The past is a bottomless treasure trove
Of makings and doings and endless natural processes
When I look back I see the lives of which I’m a part
But the future, the future is only death.
I can connect with the past
Things that have happened have affected me
I can see where I have come from
But where I’m going is all dark.
Days gone by were sweet or cruel
Memories and histories can be revised, renewed.
One tries to learn from the past
But what comes next is just a blank.
When I think of the past I feel bigger
Stronger for having survived it
But to think of the future
Is waiting for the axe to fall.
http://knittednotes.wordpress.com/ I’ve often enjoyed your Weekend movie slot, so here’s a classic movie you may not have seen:
Klondike Annie another mistresspiece from Mae West.
(also on my tumblr http://tmblr.co/ZUoF3q1Nq8hHo)
So I got to the wrong end of the vegetable aisle at Asda
When a formidable young mum blocked the way, I couldn’t get past her
With her kid, her pram and what, for the sake of the rhyme and the narrative
I shall describe as a truculent looking elderly relative.
Perhaps telling her child off for requesting some fruit
Or similarly engaged, she stayed obstructing my route
While I stood discreetly by, a model of restraint
Tolerating her boorish behaviour with the patience of a saint
Merely remarking, more to myself than to her
“Take your time, don’t worry, I can wait here forever!”
However, she not only heard what I’d said but addressed me
With that admirable Southampton manner of speaking extremely directly
“Just ask if you want me to move, I aint psychic,”
She said aggressively, nudging her sidekick
“What’s the matter? Don’t you know what to say?
Just ask me politely to get out of the way.”
Yet somehow I couldn’t and backed away silently
Droll monologue crushed, heart beating violently
Exchanging one last, not unsympathetic glance
With the child of the woman who’d stopped my advance.
Usually accustomed to being ignored
My witty soliloquies prevent my getting bored
But, though I often yearn to share my wit
On this occasion I didn’t enjoy it one bit
The woman was right, I had no reason to sneer
She had her business and I must’ve looked queer
A miserable old man, muttering under his breath
Unfit for anything but loneliness and death
If I’d been nicer about it we may
Have become friends at the end of the day
Instead of which I was left, alone and full of shame
With nobody but myself upon whom to heap blame.
After that I have tried to keep my thoughts to myself
To remember that muttering aloud shows poor mental health
But still, one cannot help thinking one’s thoughts
It seems that people constantly demand observations and retorts
Which, when you try to keep them silently in your head
Compel you to pull extravagant facial expressions instead
And that’s even more ageing so, I think quite rightly
I’ll carry on making smart remarks, but really really quietly.
[Can't come up with anything new yet, but I don't think I've blogged this before; if I have, I apologise, but it must've been a while. And it's a reminder of a bad habit of mine that has been getting me into trouble lately, again!]
Talented film maker and poet and a good friend, John has added enormously to my life with his friendship and practical assistance that has, for example, enabled me to keep this blog going for another year (despite recent paid employment induced lapses) by replacing and fine tuning my hardware.
Not an in your face kind of poet, John delivers his verse in a quiet style, that contrasts pleasantly with the way he rabbits and raves on the telephone, but even then he is interesting and witty, or enthusiastic at least. Like many an artist before him, John has his vices, chief of which may be photography, but he has skills, no doubt.
The first piece here, made during the Apples and Snakes / City Eye Poetry Film Workshop Weekend 5 & 6th July 2014, strikes me as a masterly piece of film making
Almost a Poem
And he’s allowed me to share two more pieces.
In This Poem
Music and pictures prominent. But there are some very finely chosen words here.
The Beast of Burnley
Yes, that’ s really him speaking! Showing his Essex roots. However, I suspect that the sculpture was crafted by another, and that John will give details in a comment when he has a moment.
Along with his work John’s attitude to it is something to admire – he’s not in it for the money, but to share the love, man, and other stuff, obviously. So enjoy this special guest poet and I’ll be back to suck the enjoyment right out of you, perhaps as soon as next Friday – I’ve got the weekend off!