X Files Parody Reaches Russian Siberia Krasnoyarsk

There were three writers
on Wikipedia’s Krasnoyarsk
so I thought I’d combine
them with recent thoughts
plots and characters
from XaW Files’s Russian odyssey
and the style of it and its two
predecessors in living memory
to make the tenth episode
out of a planned twenty-four
in line with X Files Season 1.
Is three hours of
research, thought and writing
an enjoyable luxury struggle
too self-centred
for a modern capitalist country
grown too over-populated
for anyone to really matter;
and in an age when everybody
is led to believe
that they do matter
because they can all create
art, media and communicate
in the quickest time
with no need to think
of the sublime.
Bring me back from my rambles
make me work 9 to 5
even if I don’t earn enough
to pay tax
you’ll have clipped wings
from air to cabinet
where you can watch
every move I make
and feel that now
you can fly higher
and feel more alive.
Sometimes I resent
working like this
for little reward
but then I remember
it’s my choice
and I’m trying to entertain
publicise and sell
doing something I like
with my World Cup dreams
having passed for longer
than they lived.

 XaW Files Chapter 1, Episode 10

Dreams of the Blighty Summer

Pleased to meet you Krasnoyarsk,
I’m sorry to disturb you, it may be crass
“no y’ ask” you say, thank you,
have you seen our Andy Wolfhol,
who I think may have passed this way,
for your city is known for natural beauty
and your name is structurally like greenYgrey
only with an extra o before the y,
and when I saw your city at twilight time
it really did look greenYgrey
with the extra o represented by orange in the sky;
although there is also pink in the sky,
and black and white mountains, snow and houses
so that would make it more like Krasnopbwyarsk
if we were true to the detail,
and did not take artistic licence.
‘Ya,’ Krasnoyarsk replied, ‘there was a werewolf
passed through some time ago
looked a little like the picture you painted
and had a mantra that went something like ‘wolf not war.’

See Andrei Makine Dreams of My Russian Summers

Let Trees be my Statues, and Clouds their Pigeons

Astafiyev, V.P.
Astafiyev, V.P. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Is a life not better remembered with a living form: a tree rather than a statue. Although statues can be great works of art, are those of life forms such as humans more representative of those life forms than other life forms, such as trees.

While a good statue can provide an image of a person during their life; often an idealised representation based on their mythology; as a Yahoo Answer stated, ‘plants have the same cellular respiratory paths to provide metabolic energy, using oxygen and giving off CO2, as animals do.’

see Viktor Astafyev statue

Thinking and Writing Better than Listening and Talking

Bert the Butterfly whispered to me that he was not a real butterfly. He had been a real butterfly once. A beautiful black, grey and white butterfly that liked to eat from yellow flowers, with green stalks. His image was captured by a human; using a camera.

WWW (Wet Wide Web) [Explored]
WWW (Wet Wide Web) [Explored] (Photo credit: Rickydavid)
That image was posted onto the WWW, and in the greenYgrey world he became Bert the Butterfly. Bert made it clear he was a metafiction: where readers are made aware that they are reading a fictional work; a literary form that makes use of elements of fairy tale construction and literary parody.

Bert said it was now time to popov, and flew back towards the natural world.

see Yevgeni Anatolyevich Popov literary style.

Butterfly eye - canon 550d
Butterfly eye – canon 550d (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

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