I thank humanity for the hot air that provided the thermals for my Nietzschean Superman flight. I looked to the sun for reflection, but it is not a mirror. It just kept roaring and bellowing, with too much work to do controlling its system. I turned to leave, at least warmed by its workings; not that it seemed to increase its heat for me, it’s just the way it is. I thought I heard it whisper with a whoosh of solar wind, ‘Thank you for keeping your distance. Icarus did not die in vain. I am glad of that, for I liked him, but could not save him. For that is not my job.’
Mind On Sun, Warmth Without Reflection
flying high, as far as I can get
in my mind I imagine
it’s enlightenment or superman
farther than my sight
above the clouds and atmosphere
to space and solitude
rising on thermals
hot air of humanity
but I still know, deep down I’m grounded
using knowledge of others
what governments allow
media chooses to show
limits of time and space
in future little trace
attempts at philosophical writing
lost between classic and future
but I have searched my time, and returned
Hi, it’s Grey Greyvara, social conscience at the Greenygrey, listening to Nirvana’sNevermind on a Seattlish weather Monday morning in Blighty after an L.A.ish weather weekend. As regular readers will know, the Greenygrey was formed with a www ethos: wolves, women and working-class; inspired by a mixture of animal welfare, humanitarianism, environmentalism and socialism.
And because it’s done seriously elsewhere in the media, we try to add a little comedy to it. In this respect, the y of comedy is the y linking opposing arguments in the Greenygrey; or the different kinds of feminist movements.
I think that while the Victorian-style feminists could be classed as the grey, the nude n’ proud feminists would be the green.
Ethical-Hefnerist Feminism for Men
Most men like women; unless or until they have a very bad experience with them, and vice-versa; but wouldn’t think of themselves as feminists because it conjures up images of men-hating radicals.
Perhaps the best example of a woman-loving man is Hugh Hefner, who lives with dozens of beautiful women in the Playboy Mansion. Which we’ve just noticed in the accompanying photo can look greenygrey great!
Liberating the Playboy Mansion Chicks
While nobody forces the women to live there, and it’s a dream for many women who apply to live and work there, the mansion does seem a little like a workplace.
We might be ending our hopes of an invite to the Playboy Mansion, but we believe in wilderness freedom, so as the social conscience of the Greenygrey I believe the chicks should be more free-range.
We also don’t believe in unnecessary cosmetic surgery, so believe the Playboy Mansion should be more organic.
Lads Mags Sexy Humour and Feminist Talibannies
As we campaigned against the grooming, raping and prostituting of poor and vulnerable girls for ten years while ‘militant feminists’ in the U.K. kept quiet about it (apart from Ann Cryer if she counts as a militant feminist?), or even tried to keep it quiet and censored as part of the fascist ‘Unite Against Fascism’ we think a little politically incorrect humour should be okay.
But the militant feminist movement seems to have woken up now, with lads mags and glamour models the easy traditional target. While some feminist movements, like Ukraine’s Femen, believe women should have the right to show their bodies any way they want, the British feminist movement seems allied with the Taliban in wanting women covered up.
Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem started off as one about holding a poetic mirror up to society and it being decoded down in personality, but it evolved into something quite different… but along the same lines. Here’s the poem:
Bath Time Talk Back
scrawling mirror message
on misty condensation
clouding civilised society
revealing clear glass
Marc Latham returns today to lower the tone and standards after some wonderful recent poetry on this site.
It’s a typically introspective and self-reflective ditty from Marc, which will hopefully tie your mind up in knots, and give you something to ponder over the weekend…but don’t be getting paranoid…like Marc…but is Marc paranoid…or just a realist…
Atypically, it has a very long headline, with Marc obviously not able to turn the poetry tap off this morning!
And without further ado, here it is: enjoy.
I Am What You See
But You Are Not Me
Six Billion + of You
Myself – Only a Few
thought I’d say
pack your bags
that’s how three
simple words leave
sent off travelling
on merry go
round and round
my words, your words
same letters return
but different so
why is meaning
changed through travel
three words add
two and two
together for five.
A Site for Reading and Publishing Folding Mirror and Related Poetry