The equinox has now passed, so the northern hemisphere has now entered autumn/fall, with less sunlight than the southern hemisphere; a time of dying for photosynthesisers in the north; such as butterflies and leaves; who rely on the sun’s energy for life. So, the Dead Poet’s Society has awoken…
Stranger Things‘s Eddie Munson is apparently creating a big online interest in 1980s metal, with his favourite song Metallica’s Master of Puppets. Metallica were one of my favourite bands too, and I included them as one of my biggest poetry inspirations at the start of my first poetry collection.
Moreover, Eddie Munson fandom says he shares my 1965/66 birth time, dysfunctional childhood, height and hair colour! I can’t say I’ve watched any of it, and don’t get into series like that anymore. I’d probably watch it as a film, as I’ve watched many such movies such as Brightburn, The Endless and Freaks recently. Werewolf of Oz cites similar fiction I’d watched before starting writing, while XaW Files of course was inspired by X-Files.
1980s and early ’90s Metal music and lyrics provided the major soundtrack and framework for my early poetry and fantasy writing, while my late 1980s memoir cited Guns N’ Roses in the title, and had many recollections of heavy metal music and magazines I carried; while generally trying to travel light!
Hard to think it was 40 years ago, and to new fans must seem like the early 1940s did to me then.
The 1960s birth of rock seemed ancient to me, while the 1950s birth of rock n’ roll in black and white had next to no cultural relevance. 1940s music seemed just for movies and barely existed!!
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Thanks to Willow Croft for arranging and conducting an eco interview with me. Great to reminisce about environment, travelling and writing with someone I feel is on the same wavelength on those topics; and dredge up some memories of writers and creations that influenced me, from somewhere in my memory!
The above poem image uses a shenel (my genius word within a word invention), paraphrasing the proverb that:
‘A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.’;
mixing it with the common opening to a word of advice:
‘A word in your ear…’
3 letters completing a word h(ear)t is probably always going to be worth more than the first two letters without another to complete a word h(ea)d;
thinking of Monopoly myself, where you buy houses and then a hotel; the letters in the shenel phrase (e, a and r) are like houses, and the complete word like a hotel.
*The heading wordplays the phrase ‘Home is where the heart is.’
After telling readers they should only buy the print book if they really want to read it; due to paper/wood concerns; I again turn normal publicity on its head by declaring my new book not as good as its predecessor, the very excellent 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections.
While that was filled with optimism this is more dystopian; the end of my use of the Folding Mirror form; but contains a few classic poems and they look nice in their Folding Mirror shapes. They have all been published on this website over the last decade, in line with the freedom of information ethos I’ve worked with.
I also kept the prices at their minimums allowed by Amazon and free on Prime; and you can take out a free month’s trial.
Thanks to everybody who has contributed to the poetry and this site over the last 15 or so years. The reason then was to try to make a difference, and that song’s still the same. I was a realist then, and thought I was only slowing down our decline rather than saving us; and recent events have shown how powerless we are; but I’m less inclined now to feel despair!
The above is the only colourful background Facebook post since the last time. So for Halloween I thought I’d provide a little explanation to the use of metaphor in the partly autobiographical poem.
The first three sections refer to my age of 56, and being about two-thirds of the average age; and basement floor about my ‘position in society’, despite being a PhD graduate.
Crow cluttered claw was just chucked in for a Halloween feel, and I liked the alliteration. I was thinking of finishing with a simple line that smoothly ended the poem, but then thought I’d punk it up with the above; note how ‘shut window’ is open to interpretation: was the window shut after the spitting or was it already shut?
Today, for Halloween; or to counter the way the greenYgrey has been misinterpreted with the passing of time; and COP26 starting tomorrow, I wrote this:
The greenYgrey was created as a nice friendly Scooby Doo-inspired veggie werewolf; to show wolves’ good side, and not the negative propagated by fairy-tales etc; and that’s the way it’ll always be.
Sixteen years later, I’ve become much older and colder; probably what I should be, as a rational middle-aged PhD graduate.
In some ways it’s as a result of the way I’ve seen humanity going, but in others it’s that I reached the end of my philosophical quest, and found that whatever humanity does will be negative. While I grew up thinking it was the negative side to humanity that caused all the problems, I realised that the positive can be worse: destroying the planet with more humans, development, transport, presents etc.
The real horror of Halloween is all the products sold… but don’t let that stop you having a good time… as it probably won’t make much difference in the world picture, compared to some of the biggest populations not signing up to green initiatives etc.
Thinking about it afterwards, I thought that gave another explanation to the ‘Beyond Humanity’ sub-title: that it’s beyond humanity to stop destroying the planet, without completely changing our thinking (and what it means to be human?) and uniting a divided world!