Readers of the Trilogy?
gYgPOP (greenY[ellow]greyPinkyOrangePurple) one that is, referencing The Doors’ Riders on the Storm.
Lovely colours and atmospheric thought-inspiring image.
My grooming university tutors and work managers have helped stop me warning about the U.K. grooming epidemic over the last couple of decades, with Telford the latest horror story to hit the headlines, but they were often helped by women, who were also groomed, but at a higher level than the children on the streets.
Mixing Islam and Liberalism like Predator and Prey
I think the biggest reason for the grooming epidemic is that Multicultural Political Correctness opened up the gates of immigration hell while shutting down criticism of cultures from countries that worship a religion whose prophet had a single-figure child bride, and that where child marriage and female subservience is still the norm.
Mixing that with a liberal culture where children expect to be free and independent was like unlocking the cages of a zoo and expecting all the animals to get along and respect each other!
The celebrity and social media ages have added to it, with some of the biggest working-class female role models going from one relationship to another; perhaps for publicity?
Political leaders and academics who’ve been shutting down criticism by calling everybody who mentions it Islamophobic and/or racist have also helped keep it quiet.
Muslim women supporting Islamism while their ‘sisters’ in Saudi and Iran fight for freedom also doesn’t help!
Some women still think I’m against them, because I’m not joining in the ‘competitive grooming’. I’d much rather be acting like Russell Brand apparently was when he was leading his ‘revolution’, while enjoying the sexual spoils, as well as a commercial book deal, but I thought it was better for my ‘feminist’ cause to act the way I have done; not looking like a grooming Pied Piper. It seems I was wrong!
I said then we needed a ‘revolution’ the other way if anything, rather than the younger groomers taking over from the older ones, and that seems to be what’s happening since the Weinstein scandal.
If I’d followed an academic career I’d probably have earned about £500,000 more than I have over the last thirteen years. If this stops me earning money over the next thirteen years then so be it. This issue that I saw at the heart of the ‘Multicultural Fascism’ (my term at the time) I thought I was being stopped from criticising at university was the biggest reason I left academia.
There’s been a lot of niceness and support too, but this poem focuses on the negative. I’ve made it clearer by colouring the words of the ‘second person’, which is a combination of comments or insinuations I’ve experienced, in red.
Celibate for Feminism, Demonise the Sexist
he loves me
I love you not
he idolises me
I tolerate you
he copies me
I’ve seen it all before
he wants to be me
I’m more content than ever
can’t think for himself, contrary thoughts my speciality
buys rhymes with lies, somebody else will pay
I think you need advice
you’re trying to control me
I think you’re too trusting
you’re too possessive
You’re too materialistic
you’re too tight
I don’t like you
you prejudiced weirdo
This poem covers the double negativity I mentioned in yesterday’s blog. It covers some of the themes I’ve thought of over the last 15-20 years in Blighty. There have been a lot of nice people and experiences in that time, and this just covers the not nice ones, so if the nice ones wonder why I don’t want to spend as much time as I’d like with them, well, it’s partly down to the Double Negatives, and partly down to me becoming older and wiser.
My Courageous Willpower and Mental Strength
I’ve been rebelling against my pseudo-alphas in that time; in uni, work and friend groups from youth and adulthood; who I know often have a captive audience of minions and others, so I knew I was asking for trouble doing so, but thought I was brave and strong enough to do so.
I don’t like to give the DNs any benefit, so I’ll just add that they’ve saved me a lot of money, made my writing better, helped me drink less and fast-tracked me to Nietzschean Superman and Buddhist Enlightenment!
It mirrors reflectively, so the outer lines are 4, 3, 2 – 2, 3, 4.
Modern Society, Double Negativity
seen twice my space, must be me, always somewhere
out drinking with us, must love me
why is he always around here
wants a job because loves money
attends gym because I’m there
homosexual, Jew, feminist, witch
who does he think he is, why does he always jinx us
homophobic, racist, sexist, alien
free exercises to save cash
doesn’t work because he’s too lazy
goes abroad to spend his money
looks like loner, always on his own
go nowhere, hurts too much, too weak and scared
I started having these ideas last night, so they would have been philosotea if I’d drank tea at tea-time, but I didn’t drink it yesterday, and just had a couple of coffees, as the second one was a bit late. I was listening to a new album by the Spacelords, and think it helped my mind rise, as Goldray did last year with their POPtastic (PinkyOrangePurple) Rising record.
A new band to me, The Spacelords also had a great greenYgrey world cover for their Liquid Sun album.
Too Late for Managenius
With lots of talk about football manager genius this week, and having created my wrIus writer/ing-genius word for myself (and others who follow, or that have already been) – such new words combining parts of two others are called blends according to the Oxford Dictionary – I thought last night I hadn’t heard managenius used. So I looked it up, and think I was right about a football context, but it has been used by a French management consultancy.
I also had a few ideas for new Folding Mirror poems, or parts of the same one:
double negative fm
can tell badness of others as side with dark side (written about in my bipolarity poetry)
interpret my behaviour from wrong basis
I started off with the idea of writing it this morning, in a state of complete coffilosophy, although the spirit of philosotea. It ended up being a little different, but with some similarities, leaving the door open for another poem or two from the ideas above.
The title was inspired by an article I read this week about chimps, and how they share our dark side, suggesting an evolutionary link. I loved chimps when I was young, mostly inspired by the PG Tips advert I think, so I’ve been disappointed to see they’ve got a dark side, but accept it. However, the good news of chimps’ similarity to humanity is that on this year’s series of Animals With Cameras a chimp was shown washing its hands, cleaning its teeth and thoughtfully weaving together a nest from leaves (clip available on website above – don’t know if available outside U.K.).
I laugh to myself because I think a lot about other things while zoning out to the television, even if the programme’s interesting; I think down to Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), but don’t know how far I am on the spectrum? I often have to rewind programmes having missed a few minutes, as I’ve written about before, and included in my poetry.
That’s one of the reasons why I consider it dangerous to be around one-dimensional people in the new ‘Big Brother’ age!
Advertised Childhood Chimpanzee, Evolutionary Family Tree
laughing to myself
while bad news
amongst 21-C humanity
face value judgements, predictably negative sentiments
complex 3-D brain
view in front
wanting to write
Gogglebox is a programme revolving around watching people watching television.
I don’t know which social-political-sporting system has won most battles throughout history, but when thinking about it recently, I thought that the authoritarian should win more than it does, with more of a total war attitude, and wondered why it didn’t.
Media War Propaganda My Doctoral Thesis
I don’t know if it’s a common theme or knowledge, and if I’ve read it somewhere long ago, perhaps in my studies, where it was my specialist subject. It emerged recently into my head as an original idea, inspired by thinking about the quick collapse of I.S. in Syria.
I thought that while a totalitarian attitude with promising propaganda can work to build a quick big following initially, if the promising propaganda is shown to be false, then it will also result in a quick big collapse.
The democratic side doesn’t have the sudden burst of energy from ‘big lie’ propaganda, but can sustain itself better through defeats, as they are not as crushing to its whole rationale. To use a food analogy, its like a sudden sugar rush v complex carbohydrates.
‘Big lie’ propaganda is like a ‘set in stone’ monolith that cannot be repaired when cracks start to show, whereas democracy is more like a brick wall that can be renovated, with the ‘new bricks’ derived from debate and policy-strategy changes.
Having chosen creative writing after my PhD I have written a Folding Mirror poem to demonstrate how I see the two sides of the above discussion. It also has relevance to ordinary society and culture, where these kinds of battles also go on; and even more now in the social media age; and to individual personalities, with regard to self-development and sociability.
Mirror Poem about Media War Propaganda
Democracy Debate v Authoritarian Agitate
weakness a waving
for all to see
balance power better
when enjoying strong economy
displaying replaceable tail, possible false trail
cultures with closed society
brainwash people by
set true picture free
exercise inner strength
I am a researcher now. The Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys I wrote about last post. I was more like Dennis Wilson before that, looking for the beauty in everything, especially nature and women, living ephemerally, caring more about being social than caring about who it was with, and what they were doing or saying.
Bad Work Environment
Around the same time as I was studying for my PhD; learning to research really analytically; personal, national and global events made me start to look at my world and the wider one in a different way; from my youth in Wales to the future of Britain and humanity.
So when I went back to the day-job I had changed from an unqualified hedonistic student to a graduated doctor of philosophy. Some of those above me didn’t seem to recognise that, just wanting to ‘compete’ with me in a contest I wasn’t interested in; I just wanted to work as little as possible to fund this writing.
Negative Postgraduate Experience
It wasn’t just the day-job though, as I think there was a similar problem while I was studying, with other students being ‘competitive’ when I just wanted to finish my thesis and leave after I had lengthy problems at the upgrading meeting at the end of the first year – taking nearly two years to return after my appeal was upheld.
So I’ve had years of unnecessary stress and bollocks because some ‘ambitious’ or egotistical people chose to ‘compete’ with me. Moreover, they still think they’re holier than thou, pillars of society, benefits to all those they ‘help’ to their faces; while stabbing them in their backs and slagging them off. Apart from receiving ‘feedback’ from those they’d obviously demonised me to, I also guessed what they were doing because they were doing it to others while being nice to their faces; and making out they were student/worker leaders to their peers while sleeping or sucking up to the hierarchy.
Poem Debit not Credit!
So this poem is about them, not for them, and certainly not in a good way, even as a ‘respected competitor’. It’s written with disdain and disgust. I was willing to work with them, but they made me the enemy, and made it out to be about everything apart from the personal, trying to get others from their ‘identity’ to do their dirty work for them.
I saw the movie Horrible Bosses for the first time last year, and that seemed to sum them up pretty well. However, I know being a manager or mentor can be difficult, and especially in some industries. That makes the good ones all the better. The ones I don’t like could also be helpful at times, just that they let themselves down in creating a general atmosphere of nauseous bull, and escalating it out of the workplace to the outside world. They probably hindered my efforts to criticise the grooming epidemic apparently going on in their locality, but maybe they were involved in it, or supported it, as they were all interested in the workplace version.
I wrote during that time that it seems ubiquitous throughout society and the world, and that seems to have been borne out since the Weinstein scandal brought it to the surface. So please make me a working writer, so I don’t have to go back to it!
More Persecution Creates, Correct Analytical Results
peak of pyramid
image hides hollow core
building support by spinning lies
deflecting suspicion claiming cultural war
not me the individual, identity of us all
telling those relevant ethnic reason
gender and sexuality for others
anything but personal failing
root of problem
Connecting writer and genius words greenYgrey-style by the i, represented by i-first-letter indigo (a type of purple), and relevant for the PinkyOrangePurple new POP art age, with the wr first two letters of writer pretty in pink, and the us last two letters of genius represented in orange. For correct POPistry the I would be orange, and the us purple/indigo, but for this new wrIus word the colouring of the i in indigo took precedence.
I just searched it, and it didn’t bring up such a word, so I hereby wryly Wil. E (Coyote) claim it as mine; writer I hoping for your (us) support!
It’s the first word of my wriarTistry phase, or second if you count wriarTistry itself, which connected write and artistry by the T, as slant rhyme works in poetry: ‘Half rhyme is one of the major poetic devices. It is also called an “imperfect rhyme,” “slant rhyme,” “near rhyme,” or “oblique rhyme.” ‘
Love Paris Style
In the greenYgrey years I would have this morning no doubt written how much I loved Paris’s AAWsome Versace greenYgrey look at the Oscars…
… for her WOW beauty not her father’s controversy, but now it’s all about I.
Which Beach Boy Am I? Changed Over Time
My greenYgrey books are a record of when I was warm and wolflike: like Denis Wilson of the Beach Boys. I watched a Classic Albums documentary about the Beach Boys’ Pet Sounds album last night, and related to how Brian Wilson left touring to focus on being an ‘artist’, experimenting and breaking new ground.
However, although it’s considered a classic now it didn’t do as commercially well as their previous simpler albums. I like to think that’s how it is with my XaW Files: Beyond Humanity, and one day it’ll be recognised as the classic it should be.
For example, it’s the only book I know that has a protagonist that is at one stage dissected to the constituent parts of one letter: the Y three.
In my younger life, and the start of the greenYgrey I was probably more like Denis Wilson, who was the only real surfer beach boy of the group, and lived that lifestyle to the full, before drowning after totally going off the rails.
In last night’s documentary he was shown appreciating what Brian had done on Pet Sounds, and how it had made him ‘know’ what Brian had been trying to do in the previous ten records. The record and top three books on Amazon about it have a nice greenYgrey design thing going too!
I was like Denis with Brian when I was a rock fan, looking up to the lyrics and music of my heroes, appreciating their deep gravitas. Hopefully I’ve now emulated them and become like Brian; who wrote most of the music, and gave it its artistic direction. Tony Asher combined with him on the lyric writing, and of course lots of the other studio workers, band and session musicians contributed their ideas and music.