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Muse Meteor Message? Did Space Rock Open Earth to Univeral Mind?

After declaring my last poem written and posted on this site a fortnight ago a bit of a muse-inspired stream of consciousness moment of inspired clarity, including the lines:

brain freeflowing
open to cosmos
like puddle to cloud
ocean and rain

and writing about UFOs/space a lot lately, I thought it was a coincidence when I saw a news story about a meteor streaking across the USA before landing in Vinales, Cuba – cover star location for the second of the greenYgrey trilogy: Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps.

Meteor Day Before

Although I’m pretty sure I saw the meteor story after writing the poem, it happened the day before.

Thankfully, nobody was killed, or I wouldn’t bother writing about it, as I know some people will blame me, with a ‘kill the messenger’ philosophy – pagan (environmental) ones anyway!

Open to Space

While I don’t think there’s any connection really, my ‘romantic’ side thinks the meteor could have broken a hole in the Earth’s protective atmosphere the day before, opening the world up to space, and the universal mind – muse, with some of it landing in my brain, inspiring the poem?

It’s a possibility, although my rational side says it’s just a coincidence.

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Why I’m a Creative Writer Poet: Stream of Consciousness Poem

I removed some mental clutter on the travel25years.wordpress.com site yesterday, my mind’s been enthused by reading about UFOs recently, including photosynthesis on Earth in a scientific one, and the latest NASA’s Unexplained Files (series 2, episode 2) last night (which featured orbs amongst other things, saying they often happen above geological fault lines before earthquakes, so they think they could be created by the same tectonic friction that causes earthquakes. My ‘experience’ was of course in Iceland, famously home to one part of a fault line, where you can swim between the North American and Eurasian plates. Thankfully, an earthquake or volcanic eruption hasn’t followed, and it’s now over a year later.) If any photography experts think it is a camera light trick please let me know; it certainly wasn’t mine!

Poetic Inspiration

I think I’ve just about recovered from a cold I’ve had all week, and I think recovering from illness can provide a little ‘high’. I’ve done the ‘right thing’ and tried to avoid other people as much as possible; but tend to do that now anyway!

Moreover, the sun is shining on snow-covered roofs, providing more mental stimulation, as it differs from the norm. I was also looking back with nostalgia at the Y-day week of celebrations, and especially how T had unconsciously found a place in Oates’s final quote: ‘I may be some Time.’

While you may look on me negatively, celebrating my own work, to me, my conscious as I write this, it doesn’t even seem my work; rather it’s my hidden unconscious, which is like my ‘twin’, or the muse. We are of course now in the muse half of the mistYmuse new-age winter festival!

While there are lots of new-age pagan bands, titles and themes I like in rock now, I was particularly poetically impressed by Earth’s album title: ‘The Bees Made Honey in the Lion’s Skull’!

I could make my new poem below into a Folding Mirror poem, but for now, here it is stream of consciousness style. While it’s probably covered old themes of mine; something I’ve criticised rock bands for doing before!; it does have some new and updated material, and the biggest new innovation of having the title at the start and finish; kind of Folding Mirror style…

When Time Stopped, Trees Breathed Photosynthesis, Aliens Returned Requesting…

that moment you don’t remember happening
when you’ve worked up enough steam
and you can freewheel
as if you’ve climbed the steep hill
and now you’re racing down the other side
or struggled upriver against the tide
and now you’re rushing downriver
with the tide washing over you
driving and covering you
so you just have to breathe and steer
but while in physical activities
you just have experience and memories
here you also have
‘genius’ word connections
popping out of
synchronicity in motion
like atoms reacting
creating electrical charges
brain freeflowing
open to cosmos
like puddle to cloud
ocean and rain
no need for devotion
pure pleasure
zonal leisure
this is the moment you write
like the times you feel like flying
when running or cycling
having warmed up on the day
after years of training
the sun is shining
words are flowing
and when you review
they sparkle more than you
remember writing
or even think
you’re capable of
producing, creating, painting
while the conscious has the here and now
the unconscious has past and present… future?..

Humanity, put a stop to this.

P.S. Notice that last line fitting finale little bit of self-proclaimed genius wordplay – which was the unconscious in control as I wrote about times when the unconscious is in control – ‘put a stop to this’ before the full stop!?

Kate Moss Opens Mist Evaporation Week Final Countdown (not really!)

Parody comedy disclaimer: Kate Moss took no part in this blog post, and hasn’t heard of me as far as I know.
Harry Enfield did a good parody comedy celebrity show recently, set on Richard Branson’s island (I use his Virgin Media creation, and have really requested a space flight or visit to his island as a bonus in the comments of his Linked In posts; where reality and parody meet; but to no avail so far!), and including J.K. Rowling, who of course became G.G. Howling in the greenYgrey world.
I thought Enfield’s parody was more South Park to mine being Simpsons. Vic and Bob’s new series parody is also quite close to the bone. I like it, and just mention it here for those critics of mine who don’t understand parody/satire.

Nice Friendly Educative Pagan Festival (not taking itself too seriously! As Kate Moss doesn’t from the Ab Fab film!!)

With only four days to go until mistYmuse Y-Day on January 21st, marking a month since the Winter Solstice, and half way stage of the mistYmuse, covering November 21st to March 21st, Mist (Most Ideal Sunrise Times) Evaporation Week (MEW) is really hotting up, with the ceremonial departure of the M, as we prepare to move into the muse half of the most winterish four months of the northern hemisphere year, until the spring equinox.

Kate Moss Parody Comedy

Kate Moss was named the Queen of the greenYgrey world, and a couple of days ago I saw a news story on MSN that it was her 45th birthday yesterday; I didn’t know/remember before, trying not to take too much notice of my celebrity heroes/heroines.

Using the height of my music-making talents, I adapted Kiss’s King of the Night Time World, swapping King for Queen, and Night Time for greenYgrey. You’ll have to do the imagining yourself!

When I first saw the photo below in the article, of Kate greenYgreying in the Ab Fab film, which I saw for the first time recently, I thought her arms and head create a W, which I thought was ironic in mistYmuse Y week, although the W was a big letter in the werewolf greenYgrey world!

Then, using a little thinking outside the box, Sherlock-style, which Kate is famous for herself, I realised that a W is an upside-down M, and that’s the letter that’s disappearing today from MIST, one day after Kate’s birthday! So thanks to Kate for kicking off the MEW party in the style she has epitomised during the supermodel era and beyond…

It also reminds me of Folding Mirror poetry!!

Poetry On Site Updated

I just updated the poetry on this site list, taking it up to 312. I’ve written and posted seventy-one Folding Mirror poems since self-publishing my 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections (121 each) second poetry and philosophy collection in 2012… at the cheapest price possible.

If I hadn’t written it I’d be wanting it for Winter Solstice Christmas!:

National Poetry Day: Grooming Gangstas Over Chav Children

I hadn’t planned to write and post last night’s Sun Pocket poem,  I also didn’t know it was National Poetry Day today until seeing it on the news this morning. Despite graduating from the University of Leeds with a PhD, a lone ‘chav’ at the height of chavophobia (I wanted to criticise it in university, but was stopped by my department, and then it was more presentable London champagne socialist Owen Jones who got the publishing deal, took the credit and had a career breakthrough – tutors robbing the University of Leeds of the credit!) and chav child grooming in the UK (glossed over by Jones), I’ve been ignored by the University poetry department, university and city libraries, and cultural organisations such as the Ilkley Literature Festival.

Other Side of Sun Pocket: Between a Rock and Hard Place

Like a self-fulfilling prophecy, it looks as if I’m a bad writer and poet now, as they’ve hidden and ignored me enough to make me look unworthy, while they promote less qualified academics and skilled creators to make it look as if they believe in edginess and equality!

Thirteen years after graduating, and with loads of books and articles published, and over a thousand blog posts free for the public, I think people are still wondering how I became a doctor of philosophy; rather than asking why I’m not a bestselling media cultural expert, and recognised as an innovative creator (limited in some ways, as I’m quite happy to admit; but so are most others; perhaps in not recognising talent in people like me!).

Yesterday’s poem stemmed from an idea I’d had earlier, revolving around the ‘The sun has got me in its pocket and I don’t want to leave.’ line, with this time of year in the northern hemisphere the time to find sun pockets. Sometimes they are natural, or sometimes constructed, such as walls and shelters on hills and mountains: there are nice ones on Yorkshire’s Three Peaks: Whernside, Ingleborough and, as seen in this photo below, Pen-y-Ghent.

Poetry Construction

After having that one-line idea, I thought about making it into a Folding Mirror by including it with sleep in the bottom half, with a white sun-like light in the mind often a sleep destination for me, perhaps in line with the Buddhist point of singularity? This was what I wrote on a back of an envelope, saving paper, in the morning:

But then when I wrote it last night, I thought of just focusing on the sun pocket, like a song or nursery rhyme, with the repetition concentrating the focus on what was the original theme, and my genuine appreciation for the sun (although it does have negatives too, greenYgrey style!).

There are loads of great poets out there, and a lot more expert and dedicated than me, but I am more than some ‘celebrity writers’ who get invited, and paid well, to those conferences.

While I mainly criticise the ‘establishment’, they generally follow the public market, although they can create or break writers and poets, as they have done many musicians before, either out of personal or social tastes: such as putting grooming gangstas before chav children!

Mirror Poem about Human Society Madness Reality Increasing Value of Unconscious Inner Brain Sanity

Like many of my Folding Mirror poems I started the first half without knowing where it would lead. It led to another poem I’d been thinking about a couple of months ago, after having a couple of vivid lucid dreams after returning from Iceland. I’d also noticed that sleep and peels are a palindrome, and hadn’t been used as such when I did a web search.

As Humanity peels, sleep Homage Appeals

limpets and leeches
attaching to me
quicksand beaches
eating me up
clouds hiding sunlight
shadowing me
ivory towers height
knocking me down

dream thieves without care, also steal the nightmare

cleared me out
improving night vision
tunnel end
vivid paradise eden
angels smiling down
another existence
I write freely
not knowing significance

Bipolarity and ADHD to Folding Mirrors by [Marc Latham]

Mirror Poem about the Difficulty of Being Undertood and Entertaining in the Social Media Age

I saw a stage performer interviewed recently, and they said they’d been self-deprecating in a self-parody way, but were advised that people usually just took things literally, so I thought I’d write the way I think it should be in this poem’s title, and how it usually seems to have been over the last fifteen years.

I Am Your Writing Hero, You Are My Beloved Readers

each day’s new clouds
fog obscuring shrouds
unoriginal readymades
low-lying tirades
kamikazes diving down
banshee screaming sown

brontosaurus dance, cognitive dissonance

silly students banished
class identity tarnished
believing buyer-liars
generational sellers
invasive historical view
growing planted myths true

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