Reflection 20 mirrored Summer’s Sunset Soliloquy, which mixed balancing mental health and sunbathing in the top half of the poem; with balancing positive and negative attitudes and behaviour towards people in the bottom half.
Here’s Reflection 20 of 121 in 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections:
Strength and Death
In youth I felt strong enough to die.
In middle-age I feel my strength dying.
In old age I expect to feel death strengthen.
Cycling the Tour de France must be a great way to travel, but hard work. Travelling independently for a long time is the same, but different, in a greenYgrey kind of way. Both can be inspiring, and inspire a feeling of freedom. It can seem an illusion afterwards, but was real at the time. All feelings are transitory illusions between birth and death; probably never based on the whole truth, or actual reality of a situation; not that there is an actual reality, as every event has many angles; to be observed from the inside or outside, left or right, up or down.
Reflection 19 of Marc Latham’s 242 Mirror Poems and Reflectionswas Travelling with Janis Joplin. Janis left an unhappy youth in Texas and found fame in the California music scene, but never really found happiness, becoming disillusioned with hippy hypocrisy before dying of a drugs overdose in 1970.
Travelling with Janis Joplin reflected the Folding Mirror poem Art of Humanity, which was posted on fmpoetry.wordpress.com in July, 2011; yes, nearly four years ago. The reflection was:
searching for confirmation
only freedom to lose.
New Folding Mirror Poem
It’s only a small reflection, so I thought I’d ask Marc to create something new for all you poetry and philosophy lovers, as you may have been waiting eagerly for new material since my last thrilling appearance on this here lil blog.
Marc duly obliged, writing a poem entirely about Janis Joplin, in a biopic kind of way. It provides some factual information about Janis told through an imaginary meeting.
With a couple of hours of battery life, and feeling that he hadn’t created enough for a World Cup Rest Day, and with four days of World Cup double games days on the horizon, Marc Latham clunked out yet another Folding Mirror poem last night.
Blondie at Glastonbury
Hi, it’s Howlin’ Werewolf, satirical comedy music correspondent at the greenYgrey inspired by legendary Blues singer Howlin’ Wolf.
Marc wrote his poem while watching Blondie at Glastonbury on television, and thought they played a great set. I watched it too, and in addition to the classic old songs, I really liked the uplifting Mile High and the heavy metallish guitar and drum solos.
Here’s Blondie’sMile High played with greenYgrey backing at Miami earlier this year:
The greenYgrey justified its Glastonbury poster headlining status with a dramatic greatest hits set: producing thunder and lightning storms during the day, rainbows, and then a spectacular sunset in the evening.
Musical bands come and go, but the weather sings forever.
Mirror Poem Explanation
However, Marc Latham’s new mirror poem kind of takes the opposite view, in a greenYgrey kind of way, extolling the virtues of thought in creatures great and small; and how one thought by a small animal such as a mouse is better in that way than all the gigantic unthinking reactions in space.
In a greenYgrey way, human thoughts are the best and worse we know, but animals have a lot of nice and nasty ones too; with the former shown by their caring for each other.
Marc wrote on fmpoetry.wordpress.com that ‘the title and last line refers to a single thought of a small creature being superior in that way to great giant stars, which just work unthinkingly by thermonuclear reactions. The last line also plays on the British television series about a vet, All Creatures Great and Small. So although the universe is mindbogglingly massive, life as we know it on Earth is the best we know for thinking.’
Here’s the poem:
Particular Preciousness of Thinking, Thought Superior to Reaction
crunch time for mortal minds
strangles infinite breath
day drags for damselfly
century crows to humanity
instinct, learning, loving, expiring
endless summer days
One’s outlook on life, age of calendar July
winter limits light
experience, remembering, warming, gripping
holding on for dear
life becomes more refined
sailing history’s horizon
all creatures greater than sun
life seems without meaning
until you see death
providing a finishing line
and then the game begins
you choose your best side
trying to stay alive instead of die.
Hi, it’s William Wolfsworth, satirical comedy poetry correspondent at the greenYgrey inspired by legendary Romantic poetWilliam Wordsworth. I hope you don’t mind a morsel of middle-age maudling in the above introduction.
There’s double news today, to match the double reflection that reflected The Futility of Life and Death in 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections. Futility of Life and Death was published on fmpoetry.wordpress.comin April, 2011.
It’s great that greenYgrey is headlining the poster of Glastonbury, England’s premier music festival, line-up bill this year, supported by the likes of Blondie, Metallica, Kasabian and Fatboy Slim.
The first part of Reflection 18, which mirrors my introduction more than Glastonbury’s fun vibe, although Lana Del Ray is playing there and has said similar recently, was: ‘I’ve fantasised about creating life, but dreamt about ending my own more. Suicide was my parachute, knowing it was there helped keep my plane on course when it was in trouble.’
South American Football Good News Story
After the Luis Suarez biting incident it could be easy to forget what a good world cup Brazil has provided so far, and the positives of South American football. Neymar and Messi have delivered for Brazil and Argentina, but the best South American football has probably been played by Columbia and Chile.
There was a nice touch at the end of Columbia’s third game, when they sent on reserve goalie Mondragon for the last five minutes of the game. At 43 he became the oldest player to play at a World Cup, and also became the oldest player to gYgboo (greenYgrey boomerang) too! Not bad work for 5 minutes of time!!
Reflection 18 (2)
However, the second part of Reflection 18 is more in line with Suarez’s bite! Although it’s more about bipolarity and depression in the mind than actual vampires!!
Vampires are All in the Mind
Molars dig deep
through unconscious neck
into conscious brain
draining lifeblood from mood.
serotonin drains away
you join the living dead
for another day.
There’s a new Folding Mirror poem on fmpoetrywordpress.com, and it’s one close to our hearts, as it combines the two things most important to a werewolf: a human and a wolf. Yes, it’s a poem created by a human about a wolf.
While there are many examples of wolves making friends with humans, and even bringing up human babies, such as the Remus and Romulus legend about the founding of Rome, there is no existing evidence of a wolf writing a poem about humans… or anything else for that matter. Wolves are too busy being wolves, and doing wolf things!
There were thirty-four poems and the same amount of reflections in the personal-psychological section of 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections. So we reach half way in that section in the serialisation of the book in the greenYgrey world today.
The cover of 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections was inspired by watching a Sky Arts interview with Serge from Kasabian, when he said he liked music and art that was cutting edge, like Rolling Stones album covers.
Marc was just finishing the self-publication of 242, and thought his shadow photo was the most in line with what Serge had said. Not that he was trying to please Serge, just that he respected and agreed with his opinion.
In his youth Marc had also liked cutting edge bands: from punk and new wave in the 1970s to rock and metal in the 1980s; and looking back at counter-culture bands in the 1960s.
The Smashwords ebook just had 121 and 242 on the main cover picture, and now Kasabian’s new album is simply called 48:13; a minimalist title referring to the album’s musical length.
After rebelling against the establishment during his youth, Marc was entering middle-age at a tumultuous time in British society.
After always feeling alienated from Britain’s class-based society, he now found himself disillusioned with the counter-culture; who seemed to expect peace, equality, openness and truth from the country’s leaders while supporting groups that did the opposite.
So Marc became more independent than ever, emptied of historical and cultural baggage, which is why the shadow book cover was an apt choice.
At a time when Marc saw his working-class demographic being crushed from all sides, the photo idea had partly been influenced by the Native Americans’ Ghost Dance, which developed from the Circle Dance at the end of their free life amongst nature on the Plains.
for a rebellious youth
leaves you with two pathway choices.
Try to continue as you are
while remaining cool
or become what you rebelled
against in youth.
Neither is easy or perfect,
and will include falseness,
compromise or both,
but there’s no alternative.
You are not what you were
and while not planning to survive
you continue to be alive.
I am life, until I am death. It might seem that middle-age is half way between the two, but you are much longer dead than alive. In one body anyway. So in middle-age you are still life. Moreover, your life might live on through your descendants, or you could be reincarnated, or just your life remembered in memories, history and the arts.
I hope you don’t mind the slightly maudling introduction, but I’m just trying to connect Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem with the next reflection from his 242 Mirror Poems and Reflectionsbook.
I fear I may have indulged in a little introspective philosophising myself.
Our age is one of great importance,
for it is the only one we’ll know.
New Mirror Poem
That reflection does have some connection to Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem, freshly imported into the greenYgrey world today.
After the top half of the poem focuses on natural inspirations in the outer world, the bottom half focuses on how our mind interprets those prompts. Here it is:
Entrancing Haze, Thoughtful Phase
moon never told a story
ocean didn’t create a rhyme
but waves can sound sublime.
sun wouldn’t sing a song
air can’t write musical lyrics
but wind can breeze idyllic.
natural noise, interpretative imagination
hearing sounds sparks creative cell
nervous system neurons spark new
ingenious ideas begin to brew .
however our brains have evolved
knowledge from more silent times
cultural memes travelling laid lines.
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