Going to Stowe again today
These poems that keep bursting into my being
! Two more came to me in dreams
overnight. This I typed up before breakfast, using the spirit of William
Wordsworth’s Upon Westminster Bridge I debate the architecture of Milton Keynes
where I live.
A WILLIAM WORDSWOTH TAKE ON CMK
Earth has not anything to show more ugly,
blind would he be who could pass by a sight so hideous in its
monstrosity.
Once the home of the Ancient Saxons,
now the folly of demented planners.
No building shall be taller than the surrounding trees.
No tree would lower itself to be planted here.
Central Milton Keynes proud owner
of the world’s most dreadful
skyline.
Shopping as it never should be,
a carbon footprint seeking to destroy our planet.
A three legged demented frog
could not have conceived the architecture of the Hub.
Central Milton Keynes where no birds fly
where even the rats have emigrated.
Milton Keynes a green city ?
Milton Keynes is not a city and gloom is most certainly not green !
Earth has not anything to show more ugly ?
Bulldoze it to the ground and start again !
Totally
opposite to that will be TWO SWANS. I have only put into words the opening
beauty:
Once two ugly ducklings
Now majestic swans upon the lake
The pride of all who swim upon the water
I am going to Stowe National Trust this morning and want the words I am holding in my heart to come out as I look at the swans on the lake.
SMILE OF THE DAY: Once a wise man was asked …what is the meaning of life..? He replied… Life has no meaning, Life is an opportunity to create a meaning.
Yesterday I took my word total to 451,753. It is quite reasonable, I believe to advance my target from one to two million words. The target for e-books on Amazon is twenty-four, right now I have published thirteen. THIS HOUSE BELIEVES should be finished by Sunday. I hope. Here’s a quick little discussion and debate from yesterday:
After the debate above around global warming and climate emergency here is something a little lighter.
The ridiculous five, ten and twenty pound note we all have to suffer in Britain, ridiculous five, ten and twenty pound notes made out of plastic ! What was wrong with paper money ? These new inferior notes slip slide and fall out of pockets. Which semi-intelligent cretin decided upon the change.
15th February 1971 – DECIMALISTION DAY in Britain. The currency our country had used and loved for hundreds of years were thrown into the financial bin of change. (Pardon the pun) Out went pounds, shillings and pence and in came pennies and pounds.
Twelve pennies to the shilling and twenty shillings to the pound. Perhaps computing machines in 1971 found it easy to work with base ten but the codebreakers of Bletchley Park had no issues with any number base.
We won the battle of Waterloo and we have told the European union where to get off so why do we have to suffer litres instead of pints and gallons. Why do we have to suffer metres instead of yards ? After all we still travel in miles. Add in the confusion of grams and kilograms, pounds and ounces were far more simple.
Of greatest importance is the fact that abandoning British measurements for silly decimalised nonsense inhibits mental arithmetic. No wonder people depend on the zombie phone instead of their brain.
Recycle these stupid plastic money.
THIS HOUSE BELIEVES THAT THE CURRENT PLASTIC NOTES SHOULD BE TORN UP AND PRE-DECIMAL COINAGE. BE THE NORM:
Is your tongue made of plastic ? Decide where to put it.
That will bring the total to fourteen.
I will then concentrate on my jukebox bit of fun IF MUSIC BE THE FOOD OF LOVE PLAY ON. Probably finished and published by Thursday 11th March that will bring me to fifteen.
DESTINY’S SERVANT I think is going to be a long-term project which may even take me to the end of the year. Five hundred and thirty-one words yesterday:
SUSAN BAINBRIDGE Born 1st
October 1892
It was Sunday, Mother and Father had gone to church but I had made some excuse, trying to work full time as a munitions worker on the production line of death was physically exhausting and still my parents expected me ton help out in the shop. There are only so many hours in the day but for our brave men fighting on the front there is no rest so why should there be for us ?
There was a knock at the door.
“Miss Bainbridge, are your parents at home ?”
“They are at church.”
“Perhaps I should call another time.”
“They won’t be long, quarter of an hour perhaps.”
“May I wait ? I am George Hatherway, I am…”
“I know who you are Sir, I recognise your face from the newspaper.” Our shop delivered six hundred editions of the morning Birmingham Post and a similar number of The Birmingham Evening Mail. This George Hatherway was our Member of Parliament. What did he want on a Sunday morning.
“The shop is closed on Sunday,” I said, “so if you wanted to buy..”
“No,” he said. “I want to talk to your parents.”
“And me ?”
“Indeed if I may, if you will allow me.”
“But I am a woman, I can not vote for a member of parliament.”
My parents came around the corner and walked to join us. Before they could say anything I introduced Mr Hatherway but they like me knew who he was. Inside I offered to make a pot of tea, Mr Hatherway declined but my father insisted.
“You son,” Mr Hatherway began with a nervous note in his voice.”
“He has given his life for his country,” my mother said.
“And I have come,” Mr Hatherway said, “ to tell you how sorry I am to hear of the loss of your son Private Daniel Bainbridge.”
“Are you going to visit every family who has lost a son ?” My father demanded.
“I am going to try to. I want to make it part of my duty.”
“You will be kept very busy.”
Daniel was my twin brother but I felt it was not only he Mr Hatherway was with Mother and Father to speak of.
“Your other son,” Mr Hatherway tried to move the conversation on.
“He is not dead,” Mother said almost begging for confirmation.
I knew my twin brother Daniel had fallen in action, I had heard his voice tell me so. As twins since the day we were born we knew what the other was thinking. Daniel was dead, he had told me but he had said nothing of our younger brother Bobby.
“No,” Member of Parliament Hatherway said. “He has been injured and will soon be coming home again.
“Injured ? How badly injured ?”
“He’s obviously alive Mother,” I said.
I watched Hatherway take a breath of strength before he said, “His injuries are not pleasant but they are not serious.”
“What’s happened ?”
“He has lost a hand and a foot. He is in a military hospital in France but will be coming home as soon as he is fit to travel.”
The text for A PUB QUIZ is all finished but editing it for publication is a boring nightmare. I originally planned to publish this on April Fools Day so that means I have a lot to do.
That will give me sixteen works on Amazon within a little more than half a million words in the first three months of the year. Based on that two million words and sixty-four works across the year is feasible.
I continue to be angry at the lack of respect for the real people being the daily figures. As I record them here PLEASE pause and understand the REAL people. Yesterday another six thousand, five hundred and seventy-three new cases with two hundred and forty-two deaths. Locally twenty-one new cases and another one death. I have decided that as I list these figures I am not going to use numbers but words. This will be my way of trying to add some respect to the REAL people. Does that make sense to you ?
Yesterday another six thousand, five hundred and seventy-three new cases with two hundred and forty-two deaths. Locally twenty-one new cases and another one death.
ON THIS DAY:
5th
March 1953: Joseph Stalin dies after suffering a cerebral haemorrhage four days
earlier.
5th
March 1970: The Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Nuclear Weapons goes into
effect after ratification by 43 nations.
5th
March 1974: Yom Kippur War: Israel forces withdrawal from the west bank of the
Suez Canal.
5th
March 1981: The ZX81 a pioneering British home computer is launched by Sinclair
Research and would go on to sell over 1 ½ million units around the world. SHAME
THEY DID NOT STICK WITH IT AN SPARE US FRIOM DAMN MICROSOFT !
5th March 1982: Soviet probe Venera 14 lands on Venus.
Fast forward to 5th March 2121, I wonder what people will be writing about what happened today. Well I am going to Stowe and I am going to write by poem about two swans.
Once a wise man was asked …what is the meaning of life..? He replied… Life has no meaning, Life is an opportunity to create a meaning.
Speak
again tomorrow
Dave
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