What Kind Of DVD Is This (REVISED)

The DVD in my laptop resembles Life, closing the
application leaves it live in another dimension,
clicking on it shows immobile figures of choir
singers stilled but illuminated & animate, ready
to burst into song when the icon is clicked

A comforting simile that tallies with everything
on spiritual websites & in religious teaching, life
offers us several DVD’s to choose from on its
multiplayer, we enter DVD reality defining time
and place with choices all along the way

Consistency allows us reach the chosen end, some
despair because time and place are not to their
taste, others develop Stockholm syndrome and pay
obeisance to their perceived masters, a lucky few
escape disasters by designing their own place

With total unconcern for the choices of their fellow-
men: I wish I could be one of those who live  above
the little rules and fulfil their dreams – but I’m not, I
live in my little world changing everything according
to my supervisor’s wish – what kind of DVD is this?

28 May 2013

Play With Colours

Got hold of a colour chart, determined without the
shadow of a doubt my favourite colour is Chartreuse,
bought dishcloths, wash cloths, plastic containers and
bowls in chartreuse, displayed my new colour scheme
and called it yellow-green, vibrant, life-giving and goes
well with lime, my pink satin rose is beautifully framed
against this greenyellow sheen that keeps me alive as it
is spread under my computer console - back to work –
this play with colours will satisfy my soul so serious
work can be done, AGEROUTE; parastatals - nothing
can express how I feel…
 
 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Web_color

 

HTML name	Hex code R G B	Decimal code R G B
Green colors
DarkOliveGreen	55 6B 2F	85 107 47
Olive	80 80 00	128 128 0
OliveDrab	6B 8E 23	107 142 35
YellowGreen	9A CD 32	154 205 50
LimeGreen	32 CD 32	50 205 50
Lime	00 FF 00	0 255 0
LawnGreen	7C FC 00	124 252 0
Chartreuse	7F FF 00	127 255 0
GreenYellow	AD FF 2F	173 255 47
SpringGreen	00 FF 7F	0 255 127
MediumSpringGreen	00 FA 9A	0 250 154
LightGreen	90 EE 90	144 238 144
PaleGreen	98 FB 98	152 251 152
DarkSeaGreen	8F BC 8F	143 188 143
MediumSeaGreen	3C B3 71	60 179 113
SeaGreen	2E 8B 57	46 139 87
ForestGreen	22 8B 22	34 139 34
Green	00 80 00	0 128 0
DarkGreen	00 64 00	0 100 0

Let The Song Go On

Difficult to concentrate on texts which evoke
no emotional response, purely factual content
is meant for the intellect: macroeconomic fore-
casts, GDP, expenditure, I’m lost, looking for
a line that can resonate, something to make me
forget my aching head - the distress of guilt as
the document is already late, yet I confess I can-
not concentrate

The silence in my head is overwhelming, feeling
abandoned; estranged from my colleagues and all
my security guard friends I listen to renditions of
‘Never On a Sunday’ on the Internet, at least this
song about a kiss evokes images of friendship, the
Greek melody with its change of pace is riveting,
the contrast in interpretation by various artists is
interesting, while listening

The headache is gone, let the song go on, I cannot
sit quietly in pain just to get my work done

27 May 2013
Lyrics from eLyrics.nethttp://www.elyrics.net">eLyrics.net
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"Never On Sunday"

Oh, you can kiss me on a Monday a Monday a Monday
is very very good
Or you can kiss me on a Tuesday a Tuesday a Tuesday
in fact I wish you would
Or you can kiss me on a Wednesday a Thursday a
Friday and Saturday is best
But never ever on a Sunday a Sunday a Sunday
cause that's my day of rest
Most anyday you can be my guest
Anyday you say but my day of rest
Just name the day that you like the best
Only stay away on my day of rest

Oh, you can kiss me on a cool day a hot day a wet day
which ever one you choose
Or try to kiss me on a grey day a May day a pay day
and see if I refuse
And if you make it on a bleake day a freak day or a week day
Well you can be my guest
But never ever on a Sunday a Sunday the one day
I need a little rest
Oh, you can kiss me on a week day a week day a week day
the day to be my guest

Primed To Explode (REVISED)

Oh my angry Duchess, rejecting the help you are offered
again, spinning a web of intrigue that casts distrust over
everyone you meet; your anger and the pain you inflict
on yourself manifest in a grating voice

It never dawns that if people have problems with you,
the problem might be in you and not them? You march
to a different beat, make 180 degree suspicion-turns
on who sabotages you – even accuse dad of stealing

Locked in emotional warfare with mom, said workers
took your things; unmasked Robin Hood as Machiavelli
causing emotional distress wilfully in an evil plot to rob
you of your right to be Maid Marianne in his play

You commiserate with me because I follow rules making
it imperative to consider others & brag you are free; yet
you are not willing to pay the price for coming and going
as you please – so others leave you out of their teams

Cry ‘mental disturbance’ when others do their own thing
too; my angry Duchess, please be calm, you must rest &
learn respect for other’s feelings & needs; you cannot
blame Robin Hood for the mistakes you have made

You won’t profit from pleading innocence; if you accept
responsibility for your misery, you will be empowered to
change your life. Oh my angry Duchess, I offer only love
and support, not judgement or siding with the enemy

You are free to rest in my care – but I won’t visit you
in a war zone with a volcano primed to explode…

25 May 2013

Stories Without Passionate Aplomb (REVISED)

I give up, there’s no sparkling humour, redeeming
dialogue or touching pathos in Anthony Lejeune’s
style; the main character, an Oxford Don, is boring,
his grey perspective tells a story lacking in passion
and interest, long-winded conversations are of a
kind I’d walk away from in real life

Let it be a lesson, don’t be charmed by the critical
acclaim on a book’s jacket; nevertheless its good
to try new things because this shows why Agatha
Christie was an excellent narrator, dialogue short
and to the point, characters dynamic, perspective
colourful, so without reading other authors

There can be no contrast: the last two pages left
a bitter taste of unfaithfulness in my mouth, I am
relieved the story could not hold me; a lesson in
coldness some people can create during earthly
lives does not bring comfort or peace, for this
kind of information we can read the news

In literature I seek ideals to fire my spirit, inspire
my heart, adore my loved ones; to appreciate my
colleagues & be true to all who benefit from my
love and efforts, tales lacking passionate aplomb
are a waste, subsequent depression does not help
to ease boring duties of everyday life

“Key Without A Door” by Anthony Lejeune, 1988
Macmillan London

25 May 2013

Rich As A Queen (REVISED)

Came home rich as a queen from the library, Tiaan
driving, two coveted books in my hands, and a third
advertising ‘an old-fashioned rattling yarn’ – ‘with a
sinister Russian’ and a ‘derring-do band rescuing
prisoners left, right & centre’ such that I was

Seduced by these interesting comments and took out
‘Key Without a Door’ by Anthony Lejeune; the first two,
‘The Secret Garden’ Frances Burnett, children’s classic
and cream of them all ‘Maskerade’ by Terry Pratchett –
I have read these books so many times before

Like a child with a penchant to eat cakes and ice-
cream, I return to them, my favourite treats; entering
the minds of these two special authors takes me into
a wonderful world glowing with insight and wisdom
and with honour playing the main role;

I hope that ‘Key Without A Door’, about an Oxford
Don faced with a mystery, will also lead me to old-
fashioned grandeur, spiced with who-dun-it delight;
armed with these I’m ready to face the weekend –
I am as lucky as can be!

24 May 2013

Insane Acronyms (REVISED)

Called Helpdesk, had pop-ups to get rid of –
advertisements of men and women for sale,
sandal posed to kill a bug and mouse to be
caught for winning a prize of some sort

Balls bouncing, a red button to press, the
screen alive with pictures of bellies growing
and shrinking accompanied by promises
that I could do the same – I know, I see my

Middle region growing daily but the shrinking
bit never happens; then success, sighing
with relief – these pop-ups drive everyone
insane, and I return to my document

Overlapping responsibilities between ANAC,
SODEXAM and MIE; oh, I forgot, I’m already
insane having to work with acronyms that
never imply a recognisable name…

24 May 2013

Gales Interspersed by Hurricanes [REVISED]

In principle I approve of laughter, it is good for
the heart BUT an incessant cackle accompanied
by senseless hilarity rising and falling in scales
washing over the office with force of several
gales interspersed by hurricanes deforms the

Docile me into a wicked, murdering beast – can’t
wait escape tempests of the insane, takes refuge
with earphones and iPod, mellifluous voice of
Heino singing ‘Ade zur gute Nacht - das hat deine
Schönheit gemacht’ – this emotion expressed in

Soothing German means ‘Die Lustige Witwe’ will
create ambience & atmosphere to overcome the
inconsiderate noise of bored colleagues passing
another office day chortling incessantly…

23 May 2013

Feelings Converging In Wonderful Passions [REVISED]

An episode of Good Luck Charlie* makes me realise I need
to reread ‘The Enchanted Garden’; would be best to read
‘A Little Princess’ right afterwards, then Anastasia series –
stories for younger children add more joy to my life than
any other thing, reduce my fears, give me dreams for a
winsome sparkle in the eye

Though real life is strange in my dreams I’m an idealist –
investing belief in William James, American philosopher,
Ayn Rand, author of The Fountainhead, Seth presented
by Jane Roberts, Abraham as conveyed by Esther Hicks –
that the universe is benevolent, formed by a universal
loving, intelligent energy; that selfish rationalism and

Pragmatism imply ALL accepting responsibility for all
that ever happened to them; wonderful warmth of this
view leads to proliferation of all good things, though at
times I consider what doesn’t fit the little world that I
constructed to be safe and kept out a cold world of
cynicism while sculpting world view where harmony

Beauty, rhythm and music are the important aspects
of an art world where eclectic and idiosyncratic views
exist side by side because it all comes down to personal
taste and feelings converging in wonderful passions…

*Good Luck Charlie and two episodes of Wizards of
Waverley Place – programmes on the Disney Channel

22 May 2013

I Have a Song Ready [REVISED]

Two of my projects are working beautifully; first is T shirts
worn back to front, the low-cut V-shaped neckline meant
I was always cold, reversed I’m warm & decent, besides a
high neck-line reminds me of My Fair Lady's old-fashioned
Audrey Hepburn elegance

Second is to ensure I have a song entering and leaving
the office building morning and afternoon, I love the
delight shown by electronic gate security guards, they
laugh or smile at my song – today I sang Domani – ‘Let’s
forget about tomorrow ‘cause tomorrow never comes’

Engaged several people refusing to believe not realising
once tomorrow is here it is today – so tomorrow never
comes – in debate; I plan to sing Butterfly – ‘Fell in love
in the wink of an eye with a girl who was called Butterfly,
she said she loved me so, she couldn’t let me go…'

Already sung ‘There is a Tavern in the Town, Fare thee
well for I must leave thee, do not let the parting grieve
thee’, might sing it again Friday; ‘Mädle rück rück rück’
is always on the cards too, maybe for Monday I get the
song ‘Never on a Sunday’ – for a really blue Monday …

22 May 2013

Just To Feel Interest [REVISED]

Enjoyed making lists of terms to drill into my head –
Compte tenu is ‘taking into account’, En vue d’assurer
is ‘a view to ensuring’, ‘mesures de promotion’ says
‘measures for promoting’, not for promotion of, and
finally Vise à assurer is ‘aimed at ensuring’

Why do I choose wrong alternatives if presented
with two or more probable terms, what is it leads 
me into blind alleys and dark tunnels as I translate
bureaucratic documents written to make political
schemes seem feasible to donors

Whatever crisis today I’m proud of my new list, my
next document will be translated in a new attitude,
I’ll pounce on every strange expression and review
everything, compare to all lists in my archives – I’m
proud of my new inspiration, just to feel interest is

Rare accomplishment, the result doesn’t matter if
the process is enjoyable, like donning ice skates &
gliding through translation, borne by knowledge
there is no need for trekking wild terrain, scaling
mountains or painfully falling into every crevasse

Like my colleagues soaring on clouds, so adept at
plucking correct phrases out of the air – efficiently
digging them from deep underground – I want to
be lifted by my new intentions, change the way
I work on each text sent with translation request!


[ORIGINAL:]

Enjoyed making a list of terms to drill into my head -
Compte tenu means Taking into account and En vue
d’assurer is A view to ensuring and Mesures de pro-
motion is Measures for promoting, not for promotion
of and finally Vise à assurer is Aimed at ensuring

Why do I always choose the wrong alternative when
presented with two or more probable terms, what is
it that leads me into blind alleys and dark tunnels as
I try to translate bureaucratic documents written to
make political schemes seem feasible to donors

Whatever the problem, today I’m proud of my new list,
the next document will be translated with a new attitude,
I shall pounce on every strange expression and review
everything then compare to all lists in my archives – I’m
so proud of my new inspiration, just to feel interest is

A rare accomplishment, does not matter what the result is,
as long as the process is enjoyable, I want to don ice skates
and glide through any translation, carried high by knowledge
so that there is no need for trekking through wild terrain
scaling mountains and painfully falling into every crevasse

Like my colleagues who seem to drift on clouds while they
artfully pluck the right phrases out of the air or dig them out
from deep under the ground - with an air of great efficiency,
I want to be carried by my new intentions and change the way
I go through every text sent with the request for translation!

23 May 2013

Solve The Confusing Riddle (REVISED)

My peppery-tongued Duchess couldn’t
let the matter rest – drove her Robin
Hood to despair again; he said for all
that’s fair he couldn’t fulfil her request.
With broken heart & resolve strong she
drove through the night to consult The
Queen of Hearts – and as I couldn’t be

trusted to take her part, not conferring
with Alice in Wonderland. Now my love
& task is to heal my Duchess sister’s
wounds, and through Scorpio, Alice’s
consort, advise strict honesty; I’ll leave
it to him to be self-righteous while I’m
giving unconditional love receiving a

grieving Duchess – alert her pompous
ways conceal a noble beneficence, tho’
people misread arrogance and lack of
respect as a negative disposition – I
know deep within she loves all who
matter to distraction, that her lack of
tact is an innate characteristic which

causes real problems when she shows
love in ways others can’t understand;
they do not try to solve the confusing
riddle represented by a mysterious
peppery-tongued Duchess, daughter
of The Queen of Hearts and Conan
the Barbarian

20 May 2013

[ORIGINAL:]

And so my peppery-tongued Duchess
who would not let the matter rest once
again drove her Robin Hood to despair
and he said for all that’s fair he cannot
fulfil her request and with broken heart
and resolve strong, she drove through
the night to consult a Queen of Hearts

Not conferring with Alice in Wonderland
I could not be trusted to take her part –
But now it is my love and task to heal
my sister, the Duchess, broken heart
and though Scorpio - Alice’s consort
advise strict honesty, I shall leave it to
him to be self-righteous while I shall

Give unconditional love and receive
the grieving Duchess - knowing her
condescending ways conceals her
magnanimous beneficence, though
people misconstrue her arrogance
and lack of respect as a token of a
negative disposition - I know deep

Within she loves all who matters
to distraction and her lack of tact
is an innate characteristic which
causes a real problem when she
shows her love in ways others
cannot understand, they do not
try to solve the confusing riddle

Of a mysterious peppery-tongued
Duchess, a daughter of the Queen
of Hearts and Conan the Barbarian

20 May 2013

If I Am To Become A Melody

If I am to become a melody
this is the song I’ll be:
Brahms Waltz In A Flat Major
Op 39 No 15 mp3
 
I’ll be a note in the chords of
a minor and b minor, I’ll be
living in the rhythm of the
notes flowing like a stream
 
down into the wide ocean
of sounds all combined
in one big symphony
 
[Listen on the Internet:
Brahms Waltz in A Flat Major
Op 39 No 15 MP3]
 
20 May 2013

Illegal Pink Proliferating

Found an electric warmer pad for Nici and the illegal pink
fleeces are proliferating, found the softest pink fleece with
a heart design for her, she loved it and promised not to tell
her dad what a spendthrift I have become, now to clean my
corner in the lounge housing my figurines and crystals, not
to forget the special fairy, then to cover the table with a new
embroidered white cloth my beloved bought under duress
as he found my behaviour while shopping exasperating
 
I can’t wait to see the effect and in a celebration of the new-
found love for pink I’m wearing pink pyjamas which might
easily be mistaken, with a little bit of imagination, for a track
suit; a rose-coloured glasses perspective makes life seem so
wonderful - the world concurs because the sun has just escaped
the cloud cover and the whole world starts to glow; but it is time
to put the computer away and stop procrastinating, I want
to start cleaning the glass table corner - life is delectable

When simple pleasures like these put me in a Zen trance of
quiet, satisfied tranquillity…
 
19 May 2013

 

Sunday Morning Notes

My Sunday Morning Project is to decide what to do to make the best use of
time: first is finding a new hot water bottle for Nici, after two months of non-
stop coughing her computer was moved from the study into her bedroom, the
most delightful room in the house; I never could convince my beloved to do
this before - therefore it is a victory that he decided to do this all by himself

Now Nici sits on her bed ensconced in a nest of blankets and pillows, busy with
her photoshop project, comfortable and warm  - and I have the cold study to my-
self, all tidy and freezing where I created work  space by balancing the laptop on
a card-board box- another victory is I succeeded in decorating my bedside table;
my beloved’s side is austerity itself - a pile of books and a single white candle
 
My side is vibrant with colours, the green of sunlit leaves, the glow of flowers
in yellow, purple and pink; the rustic brown of the nativity scene; paper doll &
three smaller dolls to keep me company – my Astrogenetic sign means I can’t
master interior decorating with classical lines, the more I try, the more eclectic
my corner becomes - symbolism is SO much more important than appearance

19 May 2013

My Probable Fate [REVISED]

Candidate for spontaneous human combustion –  it is
13° Celsius, softly raining, I’m warm enough to wear
a sleeveless camp top and short track-suit pants, it’s
better than freezing cold, I’m not complaining, just
making peace with my probable fate after hand-

Washing my darling illegal pink fleeces & enjoying
phenomenological existence; my whole world reduced
to laundry joy; tonight I feel as if the day was wasted,
depressed, yet these fleeces cannot be subjected to
washing machine attacks – it destroys special clothing;

Then I watched A Thousand Ways To Die, realised I’m
burning up – serves me right for failing to oblige my
friend Michelle, she sent Me The Life And Times of
the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire
to read and I failed


Style of imitation realism & fake adult content is not
enchanting, searched text, did not find anything to
relate to – let me prepare for my probable demise &
plan a better life for tomorrow should spontaneous
human combustion fail to end to my sorrows…

18 May 2013

A Mystery To Me

The touch-screen cell-phone I have on loan from the office
pool is a mystery to me, touch the screen and strange things
happen, requests for Internet connections, Yahoo mail, Wifi
and Whatsup, pressing invisible sensors on the side has no
effect, list of contacts does not appear - I can’t make a call,
feeling envious of anyone who still owns an old cell phone

The other mystery is the chairs we bought for the study,
leaning over to the left caused the chair to bend - and you
complain about the kids breaking things while it is I who
cause the breakages, I am truly sorry - the next mystery is
a tragedy - the pill supposed to make me sleep does not
have any effect therefore I’m sitting on Nici’s old chair

Typing while everybody is asleep late at night - the last
mystery is the amount of junk we accumulate, you keep
all the boxes in which new gadgets come then blame us
when the study is a mess, the broken radio is here also –
why hang on to everything – oh schucks, I’m guilty too,
I keep my dad’s old tape recorder in my cupboard

As well as his old tapes - we collect sentimental things; 
today Nici fixed her bed, I have great hopes that a lot of
books will come to light after being used to prop up her
broken bed – you buy her the most expensive camera and
equipment yet can’t be moved to replace her bed; the most
exasperating mystery to me is - Why are your priorities

So exotic and so difficult to make peace with?

18 May 2013

Golden Fleece of Music Lover’s Pieces (REVISED)

Looking for a melody to inspire this inauspicious and
headache-marked, long-sentenced day – all without
inferring food for thought, wisdom or beauty, switch
my IPod on, blocking out gaggles of harsh laughter,
sounds which remind me of old hags

Any musical pause inflates undulating waves of
chattering voices into cacophony; seeking respite I
escape to the restaurant, find comfort in coffee with
sweetener, eschewing anything that could anger
already aching limbs

Reading ‘Music Lovers Quotations’ brings firm resolve
to feel better at any cost, order an ice-cream with lots
of chocolate sauce – but not as heavenly tasting as
envisaged, ideas from my little book seep into mind
rendering my brain incapable of settling for less than

Intoxicating melody, don ‘phones in determined quest
for the golden fleece of music lover’s pieces …

17 May 2013

[ORIGINAL:]

Looking for a melody to inspire this inauspicious day
marked by headache and long sentences running on
without conferring food for thought, wisdom or beauty
switching on my IPod to block harsh laughter which
suggests old hags at play

Any pause in a musical piece lets an undulating wave
of chattering voices through; seeking improvement I
went down to the restaurant to find comfort in coffee
with sweetener eschewing anything that could
inflame already aching limbs

Reading Music Lovers Quotations brings the firm resolve
to feel better at any cost and an order of ice-cream with
lots of chocolate sauce, though not tasting of heaven as
I had envisaged, ideas in my little book seep into my
mind rendering my brain incapable

Of settling for less than the most intoxicating melody,
donning earphones once again in a determined quest
for the golden fleece of music lover’s pieces …

17 May 2013

Life Of Perfection (REVISED)

Seeing my twin sis like this, happy, shining and smiling;
she ascribes it to the show she has seen but I know it is
her wonderful new relationship with an understanding
man who loves her the way we never could. So she tells
me gory details of things I never wanted to know; he’s

Unfazed, loving & caring for her and equally she cares
for him. I see my beloved with a fresh understanding,
enjoy my son, feel for my daughter coughing a month
now – and my translation colleague helping me solve
a riddle about an airport runway military zone

I am as privileged as my Sis; we captured our dreams,
have happiness today that beckoned when we were
small, forlorn, confused – our dreams ripening into
reality. Additionally I’ve found a teacher and friends
on the Internet all sharing my love of poetry

This is a life of perfection to me!

16 May 2013

Turning Into A Hedonist

Just for the record, neither an egg wrap without

meat and onions nor rice cakes with salt make a

difference, sugar is a quick escape but then my

knees and legs become inflamed, no help any-

where, watching time pass oh so slowly while

knowing that only once I get going to find the

right medication will I feel better

Yet the day is unending, the torture goes on and

on, I’m sure I can compete with the best there is

in suffering pain without flinching, all my life I

have been practicing to be a Stoic - but as time

passes I’m losing interest in winning this race,

wanting to feel well all the time - turning into a

hedonist means I want pain to stop immediately

No dilly-dallying, no suffering in imitation of the

Old Testament prophets and Eastern holy men!

Creepily Shrinking 

Pain in my ears, slow suffocation,

I have come to accept there is no

distraction from stiffening back and

neck  while my ears are ringing with

tinnitus and my poor scalp is creepily

shrinking, it’s the apex of the pain

Everything I did to get rid of the pain

worsened it -  alone with a text I am

useless, hearing my colleague typing

and knowing I’m making no progress,

I cannot ignore pain signals any more,  

no insight left for an airport document

Muscles tightening around my throat

as if to create awareness of death while

withholding the sweet relief that actual

release from this suffering body would

bring, I’m forced to go on as my heart

is strong & my body does not give up

My Head’s On Fire 

Catatonic – it’s been quite long since I’ve felt this bad,

the pressure in my head unbearable, sitting quietly until

it abates and then getting up and playing myself imitating

my own joie de vivre, never letting go of the role

It was an evil pizza last night, it’s been so long since I’ve

felt this pain different from any other kind, worse because

the pain gets at my brain and takes my world away, I’m left

in nothing with nothing and cannot go anywhere

Or defend myself, my mind is gone, nowhere to hide because

nowhere is safe, after working this morning I give up, cannot

fight this terrible feeling – the lovely family party this week-

end led to my indulging in unusual treats now here I am

My head’s on fire being crunched in the vice I know so well

while it feels as if worms are crawling all through my face

and gnawing at muscles and sinews and my throat is

constricting

14 May 2013