Hi, it’s Green, not so greyt news from Grey over in Oz, as it seems to be stuck in a boomerang circuit over Boomerang Beach. But Angry has thought up a cunning plan (Blackadder), so hopefully that’ll work, and they will be able to continue on their merry way. Here’s hoping! And here’s the last couple of Werewolf of Oz blogs:
I was getting sick of the sight of Boomerang Beach and Green Point by the twenty-ninth return journey, and told Cathy I was losing hope. She said, ‘That’s not the spirit.’ That was the lift I needed; mentally I might add, as I certainly didn’t need more physical lifting!
Angry Acts to our Advantage
After Cathy had raised my spirit, I wondered if Angry might have a solution to our situation, as he’d been using his mind well recently. So I asked him if he could think of any way out of our repetitive return rebounding.
He thought for a few minutes, before suggesting we’d been playing into the boomerang’s hands; or wings to be more precise.
As we listened attentively through the whistling wind, Angry explained his rationale: it was because the four of us had been keeping to a straight two-two formation, and this kept the boomerang on its intended trajectory.
Come Elle or Eye Water
Angry suggested that Elle might be the key to changing our course, as she’d been using her body well recently. If she pulled in one direction, and we kept an eye on her, whether they were watery or not, then we could all lean over to one side, and that would hopefully release us from our eternal boomeranging.
You know what, it didn’t sound nonsense at all, and I had high hopes that it would ground us. We agreed to attempt it on our next journey north.
Although we were travelling by sea, it didn’t mean we missed out on seeing mammals. Why, while passing Wommara Avenue we saw a wombat hitch-hiking to the Masai Mara; and on Kalaroo Road we saw a kangaroo either side of LA.
We stopped for a wash at the Corrie Island Nature Reserve, as it was overflowing with soap, and there were lots of spare brushes on the nearby Mungo Brush road.
We dried off under the whopper wind at the Wind Woppa Reserve.
Boomerang Wastes the Green Day
Feeling refreshed, we ate up the nautical miles at a good rate of knots in the afternoon, and a few hours later reached Boomerang Beach. That’s when the day started going downhill; or to be more accurate, around and around. Because once we stepped onto the beach we were thrown up into the air, and spun around at great speed over Elizabeth Beach and The Lakes Way.
I thought, at least we’re heading north; maybe it’s a stroke of good fortune. I saw Green Point ahead, and thought it might be a sign; maybe we’ll land on a nice patch of green when we reach it.
But I hadn’t taken the Boomerang part of the beach’s name into consideration. Because the next moment, the return movement seemed to kick in over the Booti Booti National Park, and we just about reached Green Point before being spun south again.
Before we knew it, we were returning to Boomerang Beach; and as soon as we touched the ground we were thrown back into the air for another circuit!
Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem has as its topic all the information we process during our lives, and how that information’s interpretation can change over time. It also reflects on the change from private diary/journal to public one in the age of the blog. Here it is:
left, centre, right
different points of view
friends, family, work
changing roles for you
young, middle, old
never noticing you grew
interpreting life, being interpreted
words lost within fog
then, now, later
written clearly in log
dreams, progress, opinion
now there’s the blog
open, read, close
Marc Latham’s central site is the Greenygrey (http://www.greenygrey.co.uk).
Hi, it’s Grey Greyvara, leader of the Grey Equality Transition (GET) at the Greenygrey. I am upset to see the grey name tarnished in the The Grey film, which regurgitates the demonic wolfophobic style grey wolf image that has led to the wolf’s extinction in most regions of the world.
If anything has suffered a horrific nightmare in the human-wolf relationship, it is the grey wolf, with communities of the animal that gave us our ‘best friend’ in the dog, wiped out around the world.
And yet, in the 21st century, as the grey wolf attempts to survive in its old territories like Yellowstone, after the wonderful reintroduction in 1995, The Grey might set the image of the wolf back again, and provoke some people into wanting to hunt the brave and wise big wild dog.
Jaws is thought to have led to a big rise in shark deaths after it monsterised the species. We hope that not one wolf dies as a result of The Grey, but fear there might be multiple deaths.
We thought about ignoring the film, after first mentioning it in the December blog stating that our Grey’s Werewolf of Oz shouldn’t be mixed up with The Grey, as we thought publicity might create more interest.
But PETA has called for a boycott after the star of the film, Liam Neeson, boasted of eating wolf before making the film, so we have responded.
We are glad to say that Marc Latham has just written an article about it on Suite 101: http://marc-latham.suite101.com/the-grey-anti-wolf-movie-has-angered-animal-rights-activists-a402594
If you do choose to watch it, we hope you will treat it as the fiction it is.
Hi, it’s Green, greyt news from Oz. Grey has survived a couple of adventures and posted twice. There’s some nice little poems, although some might consider them literary nonsense. So without further ado, here they are:
We thanked Captain ’roo from ’roo for a pleasant voyage back to Bronte, and said farewell to the Carruthers siblings when they headed inland. Our raft was still there, so it was back on the ocean waves for us.
Elle and I put our harnesses on, and were just about to set off, when I looked behind me and thought I could see a commotion in the Tasman sea,
I wondered what it could be.
I looked at the others but nobody seemed to have seen it; and when I looked back out to sea there was nothing to see.
So we set off north, curling far and wide around Curl Curl. Our curl was obviously quite a spectacular one, as it was noticed faraway. How do I know that? Because when we reached Dee Why, a deer called Dee asked why we’d curled around Curl Curl. I said it was a natural curl.
Bongin Bongin Bay is a Nice Place to Stay
We reached Bongin Bongin Bay by midnight, after Cathy had guided our way by the moonlight silverline.
Once settled on the beach, we started a fire with washed up dry wood, and enjoyed a few hours before falling asleep under a starry sky.
I dreamt of a commotion out at sea
and wondered what it might be.
Sirens Sound Sweet to Me, but not Cathy
We awoke on the sand
between sea and land
of the rising sun
I have much to learn.
At the end of the morning we passed Dolphin Bay, and I thought of Barry and family. I wished they were with us to see it.
The Tug Under Norah Jones Siren
The going got tough as we passed parallel to Tuggerah Lake, as the current tugged us towards the coast as if trying to tie us together; which is a tad tongue-twister. I was beginning to weaken, and Elle took up most of the strain, which I thought was a great use of her body.
We’d just recovered from that when we heard some beautiful music lilting over to us from Norah Head. The songs seemed to be saying sweet nothings like: ‘Love Me Tender’, ‘Thinking About You’, ‘Come Away With Me’ and ‘Until The End’.
I started swimming towards them, and Elle followed my lead. The next thing, Cathy had dived in and was putting ear-plugs in our ears. The spell was broken; it had all been nonsense, and when Cathy whispered Siren in my left ear I knew what had happened. I was extremely grateful that Cathy had been on the same spirit level.
As previously mentioned on this site, the Folding Mirror poetry form was included in the new Book of Forms, edited by Lewis Turco. One of the examples of an FM poem included in the book was by Caroline Gill, who has also provided a lot of expert advice and support for the establishment of the form and this site. Caroline recently blogged about the book on her Caroline at Coastcard site, and an extract is copied below with her permission.
Publication Pointer (2): The Book of Forms (4th edition) by Lewis Putnam Turco
Professor Lewis Turco’s work, The Book of Forms, is now available in its 4th Edition, published by the University Press of New England. This new ‘revised and expanded edition’ has as its subtitle, A Handbook of Poetics Including Odd and Invented Forms.
A copy of the third edition (published in 2000) has long been my constant poetry companion. I have learned so much about what Professor Turco calls ‘the elements of poetry’, comprising ‘levels of language usage’. I have been fascinated by the plethora of covered forms, from one lineadonics to 210 lined sonnets redoubled.
The latest edition contains all these features plus added extras in the guise of ‘odd and invented forms’. If I home in on British contributions for a moment, you will find a description of Dr Marc Latham’s Folding Mirror Poetry, with an example by Claire Knight and a second one by yours truly.
Lewis Putnam Turco is an emeritus professor of English. He was the founding director of the Cleveland State University Poetry Center and of the Department of Creative Writing at the State University of New York College at Oswega. The new edition, with sample poems by established names like Robert Frost and newer names like Greg Pincus, can be purchased from UPNE: the details can be found here. You can read the reviews on Amazon here.
In drawing these thoughts to a close, I would also wish to express my thanks to those who create these new forms for us to enjoy. For after all …