TO GEORGE SAND ON HIS DESIRE by E. Browning

Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man,Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions
Of thy tumultuous senses, moans defiance
And answers roar for roar, as spirits can:
I would some mild miraculous thunder ran
Above the applauded circus, in appliance
Of thine own nobler nature's strength and science,
Drawing two pinions, white as wings of swan,
From thy strong shoulders, to amaze the place
With holier light ! that thou to woman's claim
And man's, mightst join beside the angel's grace
Of a pure genius sanctified from blame
Till child and maiden pressed to thine embrace
To kiss upon thy lips a stainless fame.

TO GEORGE SHAND, A RECOGNITION by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

True genius, but true woman! dost deny The woman's nature with a manly scorn
And break away the gauds and armlets worn
By weaker women in captivity?
Ah, vain denial! that revolted cry
Is sobbed in by a woman's voice forlorn, _
Thy woman's hair, my sister, all unshorn
Floats back dishevelled strength in agony
Disproving thy man's name: and while before
The world thou burnest in a poet-fire,
We see thy woman-heart beat evermore
Through the large flame. Beat purer, heart, and higher,
Till God unsex thee on the heavenly shore
Where unincarnate spirits purely aspire!

SHALL I COMPARE THEE..... by W. SHAKESPEARE

Shall I compare the to a Summer's Day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

ON HIS BLINDNESS by JOHN MILTON

When I consider how my light is spent

Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,

And that one talent which is death to hide,

Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent

To serve therewith my Maker, and present

My true account, lest He returning chide,

'Doth God exact day labor, light denied?'

I fondly ask. But Patience to prevent

That murmur soon replies, 'God doth not need

Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best

Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state

Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed,

And post o'er land and ocean without rest;

They also serve who only stand and wait.'

INVINCIBLE AND SHORT CHANGE: NO MORE (Anonymous)

The title s the easy part. if you get my drift, Drift
Short of change don't go looking in Curly's jacket
Pocket, now will you then.
Your sister from Bethlehem in the O F of S is on her way
Taking the Tribunal down from Hannekom train station.

Zelda's mother's been poorly, I believe.
Moved her from left wing into right corner
She's there at The Rugby Memorial Nursing Homes
For geriatrics and Allzies. My mom's booked in for next year.

Arthur, that's Zelda from Bethlehem, is here for 2 weeks
He's come to see Brashalley whose had a spot on his lung
The doctors say it's nothing but a smudge on the lense
Oh perhaps he said the plate - all the same it appears
That he doesn t have the C word or anything.

Did you HEAR - Johnny s been having it off with Delilah
that's one of the baker's assistants in the baking section
Takes real risks, he does. His old lady does the banking
and the books four days a week. Likely to come across
the two of them one of these days!

Her name's Delisha and he's an I Tie by name of Guiseppe.

Well Buds, that's all thats hot off the press for the mo.
Send my regards to Mathilda, Bethany and Seth.

Take care, your friend

Bartholomew.

TRASH MAIL, SPAM. (Entitled).

Freedom comes on a rainy day,
Like Ice and chilled guacomale - that s . . . that's
Mushed avocado and mayonnaise.
No Rules, No excuses, No good. . . . No good good.

Freedom and the Verse, canticles, sermons
Avocado Man stands, hugging the third pew.

Freedom and the ability to say . . How's it Bro, How's it, MY bro
That's okay, I'm cool, pass the bag of ice back to the...
The one who wants Ice not hot pot from offa
The stove.

Stove. Stove, hotch potch stove, whose goona make my sandwiches
When I'm sick and the folks are out there, queues
Pa's still on the dole. Mamma a part time nurse.
Hotch potch cross over - you got yourself a bun!

Hop scotch . . fairies fly when brothers grow moustaches
Twins, both beards by the time they're 10.

I'm leaving the planet . . Ice, sun. . The scent of the the roses - this here a song? No, nor neither a rhyme. A liturgy for who? A first, a last, the clock tower at the Waterfront . . . . Bought a vase, bought a bin. Got no plant, no paper to put in. Yet. A nursery is a shop that sell mainly plants - Got a lot of those, tomorrow gonna buy me a fairy. Ireland is where they come from. . . . Chelsea Britannia and Brittany Bay, Botany Harbour. . . . . boats, ships, trips!

JOKERS AND JACK APPLES . . . (Illuminous).

Hey Johnathan, got a fig? Want one, four if you can spare, alright.
Alright . . yeah mate, that's okay by me but first gotta check it out
with my old lady, that's Eve.
I'm doing Mountcasino later. Are you game? And. . . don't forget the
figs, bro - check it out with your vrou (a grin with black eye teeth).
Yeah, that's cool .... Hey man, call me scone!

Stars start to shine. . . .but not all bright like. Its 7 by Green . . . Hey
mate, you can't take your own snacks, in! But slip me those figs. You
hear? You hear me, or what... The dogs got your knock knocks in a
harbour net? Hey?

Next time youse ouens, better wear a suit, okay a tie and lets check
how you look like that. At the one arms . . .Bad news for mate - R500
Slukked in the first 20 mins and like major descent! Poker on a pool
table. Fuck that's novel. I'm cool man, cool. . . . . . but are you, Mr
Croupier and can I shake your claw? Jokes Utah, Jokes.

. . . . . ... Mum would say - The Heathens, The Wicked, The Ignoramus,
The closeted in The Dark . . . . Steal, gamble, prostitute
And other devilish pursuits. . . .. . . Steal, murder, adulterate . . .
The Deadly sins? More like 70 than.....7!
Look at Phyllis, Constance's daughter. She ran off with Johnathan O! ..
Oh! o'Bailey! Bairns involved wasn't they. Lust, pastor Green said -
Lust and carnage, murder . . . Sleet, stone, torment, filth and the
Hung and quartered spoussis? Knock down shame! Isn't it.

I, I Mavis was tempted - by Rathfelder, that's Jones's boy,
He took a shiver up my spine, apples he bought and sweet,
Sweet gluwein. No cheap figs, bah! The Lord does say - Beloved,
When temptation chills your conscience? Flail yourself through
And through! Better to sit on the lip of heaven than to drag
your feet through the lichen clad floor of Satan's village.

Phyllis had her story too. Sorrows and more sorrows. WAS it
worth it, Phyl? No. Just no? Just no, said Phyl, so traumatised
By the event. Jonathan' s mum, also a Mavis, said that yesterday
Felicity, Johnathan's wife, took herself, the 6 bairns and threw
Herself and the lot of them off Crabtree Cliff, Saunders Gorge
Is where theyse all went splat! Phyl said nothing. But her sister,
Hettie said that Phyllis will never ever leave the house again -
Penance.

The politics of Dancing, the Roux, eggs,
Sugar, milk.
Stiches for knife wounds and how do you do?
The semantics of psychotherapy? Yoo Hoo!

BREAKDOWN, CALLING GLORIA!

Calling Gloria! Easter Specials!
Meats, sweets, paperback novels!
Calling Gloria - Megaphone City,
News Cafe, Cancel post box deliveries and...
Call, Call, loudspeakers call it out
Calling Gloria!

Telepathic, homo sapiens, coreographers,
Always on the run. Somehow.
Catch the phrase, post a letter, a text goes display.
Calling Gloria! Glow worm Gloria!
I think you've got my number . .
Mother's day on the rugby field

Calling Gloria, glory be to Gloria,
If everybody wants ye, why ain't nobody
Calling ye! Rhetoric, there's no answer,
Gloria? Lets give her an alias,
Glory to Gloria, the Moon, the Stats, The Heavens where you, I

RESIDENCY, THE STARS, THE MOON . . .

I love the night and the cloth of the dark,
I, I love the night!
The abacus, the mathematician, hallo,
Galileo . . . . The stars, the NigMel

A BREAK A SNACK- Organic oven roasted cashews!

The woman STRIDES into the bill room - very self assured, confident, not sunny, snappy. C whispers softly to me, I didn't mean for us to spend the WEEKEND. Go on I say also indirectly and in a whisper. n pad muse: C would look after me, viz the bulbs and Lee. Expln- I AM responsible for all Lighting and not working. BUT... For firsts< anything to keep me able. Not dependant on C! Dream mentions how I gave Lee 2 fuzzy yellow light bulbs - his exact description of the bulbs I offered him. Note pre Lee visit, I'd made a thorough list of bulbs change and sorted into match the absol pleth of bulbs C had left! Lee went thru this. What didn't need said he should take. The gap where the fuzzies.

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. . . I'm very nice to her. . . whisper a few words to her. She's okay and I'm so happy for C. In this dream, have a lot of empathos re C.

I'm in Brooklyn. Taking photos. I cross the island, busy Koeberg Road. Go into the Post Office. Note I've had a collect slip for Ton ages by bed. Mine expired - prob UNISA. Promised T, faithfully. Note Exclusives stopped me snap snap! Thereon asked first thanked after. Golden Rule!

In the Brook P O... Man up front and hippie ish woman behind - long wait! Woman gets fed up...flounce off! There are 3 tellers. . . . . . MUST to P O for T! Parking! Weak Point < in dm.

C's Girlfriend - A woman I was friends with in my 20s. Helen. A J. W. Dirt poor but didn't work. Bit of a nervous condition, difficult childhood. Sunny, loud. Husband Wurfy. Born into The Truth. Helen had been very los she said pre Truth. Their flat showed the poverty. Never forget how oneday she said - The man at Kentucky Fried Chicken says his chicken is finger fucking good. GOD! I was SO incredibly embaressed . . . Can u bel never ever told anyone till now. Desperate... Leave it out but . . .let what is true be true, not sullied . . . . Girlfriend has hair dark like Helen's only Helen's was usually dead straight, ocassionally home perm and curl, Girlfriend's very curly. Wears a dark brown pants suit. Remind of Liz, Ernie appoint. Togged to the nines - chocolate brown suit. She carries a med size hand bag - chocolate brown this with a drawstring tie. also over her shoulder wears a large choc brown again, bag like Pete's college, computer shape, size. I got one two, green but smaller. Pete's is gray.

C gave my money on Friday last week. That's rich! Normally Saturday-less and less, Sunday or even Monday. Insert: Liesl says Hilton s taking my bills to the meeting. C said he'd pay! There's been a subtle change ?

Dream mentions Pete filling my tank to spot on a quarter -definitely didn't use near 200, although had said....there's change. Pete STILL hasn't taught me to to download. Huge hassle for him - but fuck me if I'll get taught at home. Does Pete know I'm a tad o the t?

C comes to the house, up a circular bend ..? Mine's straight. He comes in the way all family members come in the door from the garage - whether you park outside garage or not. He comes up some steps. Then his fab girlfriend enters a bit later. C's gone upstairs to check the room for him and his gal. We're all in the billiard room whn he enters. I am so genuinely, deeply happy for him, whisper this. Crystal and such a wonderful feel! Eek! He's uncomfortable waiting here withus, billiard room - first in of i leading door to house.

DREAM 18TH MARCH: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (Roald Dahl) meets with
Hamilton the Philatelist. Welcome!

. . . Websters. This man has promised to marry me. I say LOLLY, look it up in Websters. Then he decides not to. I leave the church .... Cancel the Chateau arrangement. Repeat, Cancel the Chateau arrangement - real life, I had planned to go on a short holiday. . . . The dream says clearly, cancel, you have the rest of your life. Rl I was so dissapointed but KNEW correct decision. Later in the dream, the exact opposit appears. Crystal - DONT cancel!

I take the LOLLY, go to a surgeon. see the chocolate man. Bos hair just like my friend Sue.

Verbatim: Bigger best chew church fax look for container - Seona. Missed her,haven't seen her for ages. She retired, Biggie Best. rl yesterday had to go to Woolies - promised myself no other stops! Stopped at Clicks, B Best and Musica. Naughty me!

In B Best, I decided I d like to buy a chair - so comfy. And curtains to match. All for my bedroom. Marta helped and then I had to get to Woolworths. Asked if she could trace Seona . . . Phoned today. Head office info. . . Packet of blades o fash style from Clicks, hold this piece of information.

Next and blurred . . We're in a bet ....books for person who wins. bet with me, M, another fave person. blur and am so glad and I'm off the hook.

.... . . .. Tony Sandell's guys are building down at my pool. An open plan ? THICKET which leads onto the pool (Relev? That area is precisely where T would put out her plastic party tables).

Silly! This coloured guy wants to know if he must put up partitions in front of or behind the .....ill....
DONT KNOW . . . In front becomes an open . . . . DONT KNOW.

I keep saying, Phone Tony. He's reluctant, tries to work it out. I don't want any involvement, its C's project. I have my computer on, want to stay connected. ? My password check to change. (Rl am concerned that my password is too obvious and that my children willy nilly access. Cf bank attendant helping one at the ATM, turn away when you punch in yr password). Stale Mate!

My son NEVERgoes out socially. THINK it bothers him. Asking re girls at college. Says, laissez faire style, there's one or two that are quite hot. (Better than being cool?) Invite one on a date, I say. He's not that keen.

Tony Sandell project is left open-ended. Clean blinds.

Write to Zen first thing! (Think refs to a letter rep my on and on ?s. Also Hilton spoke to Zenob re ZERO bills getting paid, and the new bit? C Greece lawyer.) A Further Note an insert if you like. My last ... Gush of Bon Homie Zenobia Meet - I mentioned that I paid for my cell from C's card and before I could point out the . . . surely obvious ...she said - I am SO glad to see you using your husband's card for things for yourself - ALL smiles. I expl and she said. . . hee hee ... Liesl . . .maak notte vir mevrou se hund! Hy moet die bille betaal, hoor.


- - INTERMISSION - -

DREAM: TONY SANDELL AND SKY LIGHTS.

My tables are blowing like mad. (Not sure re ref to dream but my whit plastic tables which sit out when T has a party blow over in even moderate winds). I'm apprehended by a man or me myself.
he says your'e not allowed re the blowing around tables. Sorry.

Cathy filthy mouthing Marina again. MARINA's to blame! Not yesterday and not too much. (In fact the dream indicates that I'm dreaming - in my dream that this foul mouthing is going on. i want it to!)

TONY SANDELL - Is the man who with his company built our sky lights, 8. They make a HUGE difference to my quality of living inside. I proposed and insisted on all of them. Met Tony a couple of times. Late 50's very tall, quite big all round. Fair. A crop of dark blonde hair. Alas the other half owner of the house insisted that they were un-openable. The four kitchen lights havsee each a blind on them. of late I've been racking my brains on how to remove and clean the,, blinds. The Window Shine man, Pat, also tall, big but very little hair, dark blonde and fair, same age p m can't help and obviously can't do those inners of these windows. When I phoned the architect for info re Tony, he said he'd died! heart something.

I phoned around on my own but could not find anyone who could help. Got a couple of get-back-to-yous who didn't. My skylights? dirty babies if you like. The by far biggest problem is that a plethora of all kinds of insects gather BEHIND the white thin blinds. Looks like the dog's breakfast!

No solution in sight. Lets see, perhaps my lazy son can help. The lady at T Sandell says theyr'e actually easy to remove, and the maid could wash them and Window Shine whose coming soon, could clean the inners of the windows!

THE TEA PARTY YONDER SIDE CLOVER HILL (Unamed Poetess).

Come for tea, Oh come for tea!
Said Strelitzia to Reginae.
Buttercup will be there with
Aunt Daffy. Come oh come, Reginae.
May I bring Nicolae and Viburnum?
Rubrum's bringing Watsonia, Gladiolus and Pink.

Anchusa s putting on a show. Bluebell, Coriander,
Ammy, Lachkee and Spirigyri are in it.
Cocks Comb's Whodunit is what we'll see.
Oh a treat! Such a treat, like crumpets and tea!

Ceropegia, just LOOK at Sandy's hat!
Going to tea? Looks rather as if it's fit for
A Mortuary.

Parsley, the Vicar will say Matins at 11.
Carnation will be collecting collections
With lambsfoot, a pretty wreath in
Her hair and what silky, shiny hair it is.
Avocado, her mother, Basil her brother, he
A special guest for the day will also come.
Card tricks He'll show,
Maybe give us a tune on the oboe.

Carol's coming on her new bike,
A Hot Rod, I believe.
Peppadew and Sweet Chili along for the ride,
Peppadew in the side car, Chili pilion seat.

So come all you ladies, Come!
Tea for all, Saturday on the other side of
Clover Hill.

X X X X X X X X X

Is my food and a gas bottle, small. Some junk food items, one's a coke lite. Above sink is a large kitchen. Al foods are processed. Eg a tin of baked beans, soup in a packet, a thickening agent. (Rl my sister had given me asked for advice on how to thicken an ostrich mince dish. You need a thickening agent for eg, Maizena or Bisto). The dim kitchen has this huge table, in fact is all table and on top, these processed foods plus 1950 type kitchen paraphenalia, eg a mincer, a cake mixer, a coffee maker.

She says, I want to sell all my money. How do I tell her there's prac nothing left.

I have two medium pots with a slightly smaller one in between, plastic of which I have 100s of.The outer two, mediums are old. The middle one is new.. As per rl sometimes, the pots are impossible to pull apart. I want to ditch them but because of the new pot, I don't. (Rl I don't throw away new pots but because I have so many pots, sometimes I'll throw away stuck pots).

Yest I was looking for the smallest of all pots - all in the garage save one. I want to behead an aloe tricolor- Robyn - a gift. It will not grow. Have one clone also slow but not THAT slow. A second clone NEEDED a smallest pot. lazy re the trip!

UNPUBLISHED BUSH TELEGRAPH (The Morning Stat).

Salt on your lips,
Morning comes.
The oboe, the lute
The leprechaun invades sacred space.

Grains of sand scatter away
Stand on the cusp, gather, scatter
The remnants of another day
Gone by. . . Go too.

A witch's cauldron
Stir alongside
Oh Holy Wizard . . .
Thine the cauldron
Thine the spew.

Coreography doth not a
Dancer
Make. A lock of your hair
My love, a lock of your hair.

What crawls, goes bump in the night
Take me away from
Take me far, far away from
Cruelties,
These, these go bump in the night.

Make Sleuth with shields!
God create!
Thine sacred hands
Never tarry, never be still.

Take me Away, Take me .... Away
Warm honey and when the honeycomb
Cold as ice? What warms honey
In the face of bitter vice?

Vengeance, the sole righteous ownership
Man has clutched, made it
A shoddy thing.
Blunt, bitter aloes, bristle on your face.

Take me away, take me away. . .
Forever you and me. . .
At the Last Post, the Evening Sun
Be my forever, come with!

TEST YOUR GREY MATTER or USE THE NET . . ..

Odd Men: Which is the odd ball here >>

* Yoga Callanetics Pilates Skipping rope Ballet dancing Tai chi. Now say why.

What in Common:

Floribunda and Forensics. Name the what.

Three words:

Name 3 words which start with Z and end in S. Note Zebra doesn't fully fit the criteria.

4 Words:

Name 4 words beginning with T. All must belong to the Animal kindom. Note a tarantula qualifies. Do NOT use Tarantula as one of your 4.

* * * * * * * * *

DREAM CONTINUED:

. . Johnny's wearing a dark grey suit. VERY close fit. Resembles a still life figure a bit. He looks a bit like a doctor I once knew, not Colured though.

He's snobbish, wanders around the place. I'm a bother to all and angry. I walk away.......dream says 'TO Johnny'. I think this is probably an error.

THE END*******

DREAM

DREAM TITLE: DREAM MISTRESS.

..... verbatim- This is it, slept whole night with moss, renewed himself, done it all.

An orange brown diagram of a circle and a second circle but this one is indented on one side. this is very like Tutenkhamen. Squarish head. Mouse and two elastic bands, two passports, broken. (This refers to the fact that Mouse and I where in an embassy when she pulled out from her bag, a RUBBER band and tied my two passports together). (A second reference- Collie gave Patch a perspex container, rectangular and quite deep of rubber bands to give to me. I refused it and suggested to Patch that he might offer it to Trich. She accepted it).

Collie should be...illegible..the Chelsea show. I'm worried.

Next scene is at my parents place of work. A large pic of my mother's head and shoulders, large, white, imposing. In the dream, an image of my mother is thrown up - she is dressed in a lovely, billowy white dress, a long string of white pearls with matching earrings. This is a real life image of my mother with my son, a toddler. He is dressed in dungarees-I can't recall the colour - and a black and white pin stripe shirt. A lovely picture which I have framed.

The place of work, workers are sitting in a car. One of them, the sales rep, goes by name of Jolly, looking quite young, is in charge. They're waiter types. (Note-staff: Trich's son works as a griller in Sea point as does Molly's son Musey, also S P).

Mother has left but there's 'someone' who looks like her in her place. A rectangle, deep, on its side. (Image of a black video or dvd plastic unit I found in my storeroom two days ago. I didn't open it. It was ridged. big, cumbersome.)

Yes! It IS her. Now clearly visible by the number writ on her face - 802. Frantic! Everything must be perfect. I try help. No! Someone else's in charge.

3 new coloured men appear. Parent's work place. The man who in real life is the head of the workers goes by the name of Cordneeda. My one sister, accused Cordneeda of stealing a very large bottle of tickeys from my parent's safe. Unclear resolution.