A young lady named White
Enters my bedroom every night,
In a state of undress,
And my prudish wife Bess,
Always turns out the light!
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Stream of Consciousness
An interesting post, on the site Interesting Literature, regarding “Stream of Consciousness”. The article defines “Stream of Consciousness” as follows:
“Put simply, ‘stream of consciousness’ describes a literary style in which the various thoughts and impressions of a character are relayed
to us in a way that captures the suddenness, spontaneity, and often inconsequentiality of those thoughts and impressions. Usually, the syntax will reflect
this, and it will either break down into fragmentation or, in some extreme cases, punctuation will be largely absent”. (See https://interestingliterature.com/2020/02/what-is-stream-of-consciousness-introduction/).
The author traces the origin of “Stream of Consciousness” from 19th-century psychology and philosophy, through to the 20th-century author James Joyce’s “Ulysses”.
Back in 2016, I composed “Composed Mor or Less in Realtime While Sitting in a Liverpool Garden”. At the time of composition, I thought of my poem as being (in part at least) a “Stream of Consciousness” composition. However, having read the above article on Interesting Literature, I think that it is, perhaps better described as an “Interior Monalogue”, rather than as a “Stream of Consciousness” piece of writing. To read my poem please follow this link, https://kmorrispoet.com/2016/05/30/composed-more-or-less-in-realtime-while-sitting-in-a-garden/.
When A Young Lady Named White
When a young lady named White
Knocked at my door after midnight,
And said, with a grin,
“May I please come in?”,
I wished that girl good night.
Why Do I Spurn
Why do I spurn
This mud, and dust
To which I must
Return?
The Woods Are Not Far
The woods are not far
Away
From car
And dust.
Here I would stay
Amongst these trees
Where the wind’s gust
Will blow,
Whilst the glow
From the shop’s empty, glass,
Must pass
My Friend, Who Owned a Goat
My friend, who owned a goat,
Wrote a poem of great note.
But the very next day,
I’m so sorry to say,
He drowned whilst riding that goat!
Remembrance
She
Fell.
Then, come the day, they
Listened to Adele.
The CD
Was relatively cheap.
Now, when he
Hears Adele,
He
Thinks on a girl who fell
And the comparatively low price,
Of that CD.
The Origin of the Word Computer
Being visually impaired, all of my writing takes place on my laptop, using Job Access with Speech (JAWS) software, which converts text into speech and braille enabling me to use a standard Windows computer or laptop. (For anyone interested in finding out more about JAWS,please visit this link, https://www.freedomscientific.com/products/software/jaws/
Given my reliance on computers for writing, reading the news and carrying out other tasks, I was fascinated by a recent post on Interesting Literature concerning the origin of the word “computer”. The word computer is much older than the 20th century, as you will find if you read this interesting article, https://interestingliterature.com/2020/02/origin-word-computer-etymology/.
A Respectable Young Lady Named Lou
A respectable young lady named Lou
Likes the number 2,
Whilst her boyfriend Lee
Is fond of 3.
But Lou says “no can do!”.
When A Young Lady Named Hannah
When a young lady named Hannah
Said, “I really don’t like your manner!
You are extremely rude!
And so incredibly crude!
I said, “but you designed this banner!”.