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Kenco Cofficionado Inspired by Me the Coffilosopher and my Coffilosophy?

I was watching The Lobster (2015) today, having recorded it on television last night. It has lots of offbeat comedy around a central theme of animal transformation, making me think there was a lot of my greenYgrey were concept relevance. However, there has been a lot of such comedy in fiction, and a lot of it inspired me. But then my neurons really sparked when they saw a new Kenco advert for the first time, and that really rang a bell, as its central character was a cofficionado; and is also the star of their website. 

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That’s after I sent them an email last September telling them about my coffilosopher/coffilosophy concept, and never heard back:

Marc Latham <greenygrey@gmail.com>

27/09/2017

to Kenco
 Dear Kenco,
Last year I took part quite a lot in your campaign to help the people of Central America choose a coffee-growing peaceful path.
I am a real doctor of philosophy, and love writing on coffee. So, during my last book, combining philosophy and fantasy fiction, I declared myself the first self-titled coffilosopher, combining coffee and philosopher.
Although there have been many coffilosophers before me, including my writing hero Jack Kerouac; and since I declared myself a coffilosopher I read Patti Smith’s memoir M Train, where she writes of being a dedicated coffee connoisseur; I am the first doctor of philosopher to declare myself a coffilosopher as far as I know.
I’ve recently reached the end of my decade of writing and am currently thinking about options for the future. I was wondering if you would be interested in my work at all, either sponsoring me as a coffee advocate, or using the coffilosopher term and concept for your advertising.
Thanks for your time, Marc. ☕🍵

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Should I take it as a coffilosophy compliment and Valentine’s Day show of love? Or am I being taken for a mug (pun intended!).

Coffilosophy first appeared in my XaW Files book. If you value original ideas maybe you’ll read it to see that and many more such ideas and concepts:

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Valentine’s Day Atacama Desert and Ata V-al(i)en-tine Mirror Poem

I went to the scrabble doctor the other day, and told them I used to have a-l-i-e-n-a-t-e-d but now just had a-l-i-e-n.
They said it looked as if I was nearly half way to solving the problem, and well on the way to complete eradication of the problem.
However, they couldn’t give me a date, now I didn’t have the a-t-e-d any more!

They did recommend I exercise my a, l, i, e and n in a V-alen-t-i-ne poem, so inspired by my visit to the Atacama Desert in 1994, and seeing a story a couple of years ago about a mystery humanoid found there, named Ata, here’s a Folding Mirror poem divided between travel memoir and alien mystery.

The poem follows a few photos from the Atacama with relevance for the poem. There’s a slideshow of more of my photos from a happily surreal day in the desert on travel25years:

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Atacama  Photo Memory, Ata Alien Story

saw llamas and a vizcacha
on a day-trip to Atacama
from Arica on the Chilean Pacific
clear skies made Andes scenery terrific
leaving valleys greened by morning dew
grey mist still at scene providing clue
desert’s debatedly Earth’s driest plain
Yungay existed without hardly feeling rain
from Antofagasta to Salta
leaving Chile for Argentina
past salt lakes reflecting white-tipped mountains
run Lots  ‘a las Nubes’ – ‘to the Clouds’ trains
I didn’t travel fifth highest railway on planet
bussed down from Peru and returned for exit

last been in Nazca ‘lines’, since heard of ‘alien’ Ata

did it arrive not knowing what it’d find
then perished after encounter of the fifth kind
Pima legend recall UFOs flying ‘Star Range’ – ‘Sierra Estrella’
a space highway wormhole over America
loving anteaters and coatis
flying south on Nortes
Ata survived until up to eight
fighting way above its weight
only had ten ribs on each side
human norm is twelve scientists decide
had visible tooth in Mandible jaw
human development takes year or more
Ata had only six-inches height
same as pencil or sprite

Vizcacha: South American rodent.
Yungay: Chile town.
Train to the Clouds: Tren a las Nubes
Lot salt story in Genesis 19, Bible.
Sirius: Ata research and above photo.
Men were said to have a rib less than women on one side, according to the Adam and Eve Bible story, where Eve was created from one of Adam’s ribs, but scientific study such as by 16th Century Flemish anatomist Veselius proved both genders normally have twelve each side.
Nortes: Americas wind.
Sierra Estrella native history: featured in Phoenix U.F.O. documentary on YouTube.

Communications Fourth Dimension: Zero, like a Prequel Protocol, or Ghost…

Yesterday, I proposed that modern communication was being reduced to double-dimensionality by new social media, with somebody jumping on any words and taking them out of context, misunderstanding them or considering them ‘out-of-date’. While out on a beautiful mid-MUSE (my Midwinter Until Spring Equinox, January 21st – March 21st, acronym, with loads of meaning) walk and run in the sun yesterday, after writing the poem explaining the ‘Third Dimension’ of communication, I thought that another I’ve thought of is when no meaning is intended, but people read something into it; looking for meaning in any words, no matter how empty of thought they were when created.

After explaining the three meanings yesterday, this fourth one is like a zero protocol;  prequel to a trilogy, reminding me of Ghost Protocol, which a little eerily was the fourth in the Mission Impossible series… and sometimes I think my writing is MI too! To be fair, this is a pretty basic poem, but I think yesterday’s was somewhat of a classic, so please consider this a lull in my genius, like a musical group playing a slow song to give themselves and the crowd a breather!:

Circular Diamond, Dimension Zero

no
messaging
of victory paean
words without meaning

round-a-bout, merry-go-round

attempt at minimality
no refrain poetry
rhyming
yes

From a quick web search:

paean – A paean is a song or lyric poem expressing triumph or thanksgiving;
or a metrical foot used in both poetry and prose, consisting of four syllables, with one of the syllables being long and the other three short.
refrain – The refrain is the stanza that keeps on repeating after some lines in a poem.
minimality –  Smallest in amount or degree;
or barely adequate.

Scorpions Aerosmith Inspired Mirror Poem Argues New Media Limits Freedom of Speech

While I like Rammstein mainly for their melodies, as with most music, I also like their controversial topics pushing the boundaries of thought, and freedom of speech, like their compatriots The Scorpions before them. When I was a youth I found it interesting because it was new, now I like it because it keeps up the freedom of speech in music, and continues to make you think and ask questions.

While social media has a lot of good uses, I think it has impaired this, with everything taken at face value, and interpreted within the most basic usual first impressions promoted by political correctness: everything is racist, sexist, homophobic etc.

I don’t want to spoil the poem too much, so will let you read it, but will answer any questions in the comments. I’ll look forward to communicating with you… especially if you think I’m being homophobic or sexist; or transgender or gay!

Doctor of Philosophy, Explaining 3 Dimensionality

He’s a woman – she’s a man
Scorpions are transphobic, or tran
Dude looks like a lady
same Aerosmith double-dimensionality
social media reduces to one
choose your side, have some fun

new age of political correctness, conversation police will get us

finding word ghosts, you thought dead
what’s that joke you said
triple-dimensionality stripped bare
Latham guilty of talking hair
You rationalise, calling him woman
If he thinks – women all bad

 

Sir David Attenborough is a Modern Philosopher Mirror Poem

The fourth Folding Mirror poem in the new wave, started off with the two outer lines a few days ago, then I filled the rest in this morning. I noticed mutter rhymes with clutter and fitted into the gossip theme. One of my favourite Rammstein songs is Mutter (embedded below), but I didn’t know what it meant until researching it for the poem (I’d always imagined it meaning the same as in English!). After finding out it meant mother I then paired it with father and its German translation; and mirrored it with some English-German philosophers.

Poem Philosophy Explanation

The female mother/mutter is mirrored (reflection switching sides) with Mary Wollstonecraft and Hannelore Wolf. I didn’t know any female German philosophers and looked them up on Wikipedia. Wolf was the most apt name, especially as Wollstonecraft became Wolfstonecraft in the greenYgrey world. That might seem like a supernatural coincidence, but is probably more down to my researching perseverance… although it didn’t take long… and my self-proclaimed genius connecting ability!

Nietzsche speaks for himself (not any more though), while I included Sir David Attenborough because I consider him an important modern philosopher, and his name rhymed with clear.

The poem contains a reference to my post-Folding Mirror new philosophy concept coffilosophy, and was written through another one; a pristine POP (PinkyOrangePurple) sunrise; from which arose POPilosophy.

Gossip ist Schwein, Silence is Golden

chitter chatter, creating clutter
vater zu father, mother to mutter
on streets, in workplace
myth creation, without trace

tell me no lie, false data obscures why

written books, theory paradigms
in solitude, (l)on(e)ly times
Wollstonecraft to Wolf, Neitzsche zu Attenborough
coffee coffilosophy, cleaning clear

Suffragette Film Inspires Feminist Mirror Poem

I watched the film Suffragette last night, and it invigorated my support for the feminist movement – to equality and beyond, paraphrashing Buzz Lightyear; the beyond does not mean superiority over men, just equality in society, and then beyond for the mind, as I think having equality and freedom will inspire developments in the mind; the same as for men fighting free of slavery and class.

Poetry of Suffragette City

Suffragette had a middle-aged work boss preying on powerless younger staff, including the protagonist Maud, like ones I saw in my day-job; and a couple of tutors at university, although I don’t know how much the latter were like that, or if it was as much the student/secretary – with the one she got engaged to anyway!

The opening three words of the new poem were inspired by a song that’s embedded underneath the poem. I hoped the 60s to 90s counter-culture would inspire such a time, but at the moment society seems to be going backwards, with the stormy sea policy stopping the reservoir cleaning itself out, and providing the clarity needed for peace and love to prevail.

A beautiful Italian woman was killed and dismembered by an immigrant recently. I only heard about it because it sent a local man mad, and he went on a ‘racist’ shooting spree. I don’t condone the latter’s actions, but both the woman and man are victims of the European immigration policy over the last twenty years, which has fuelled thousands of deaths, local and migrant, and many more rapes and robberies of European nationals trying to live normal lives in the only homes they know.

I know the old problems for women are still instilled in British and most European societies. We really don’t need a new wave of sexism, and one that is even more brutal than the one the Suffragettes fought against a century ago! German women have started a new #120db feminist movement specifically targeting the new wave of sexism caused by immigration.

Suffragette Maud, Made Suffering

Age of Love, floating in space
soft as silk, lost in lace
beautiful women, natural harmonising
if society is cloud, they are silver lining

sunshine provides neurons spark, some kept in dark

locked away under key, never realising their potentiality
imprisoned minds, brainwashed mentality
only know containment, narrow mind factors
Stockholm Syndrome victims, supporting their captors

 

Mirror Poem Reflections 26-30

Thirty-five reflections from 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections are on the Writing and Poetry blog now, so following on from reflections 1-5, reflections 6-10, reflections 11-15, reflections 16-20 and reflections 21-25 here’s reflections 26-30.

Reflection 26 mirrored Dying to Live, Living to Die:

Life is Like…

Life is like a journey on a neverending road,
you know you’ll never find out
the destination at the end,
but just try and learn along the way.

Life is like flying over a real rainbow,
you know you’ll never find
golden immortality at the bottom,
but just try and enjoy the journey.

Life is like a big night out,
you know that you’ll peak and tire
and not continue forever
but just try and make the most of it.

Reflection 27 mirrored Life Has More Meaning than Death:

Depression
is a state of mind
if you accept its normality
and accurate view
of the negative side
to the world cycle
that enters your life
then it’s not time
wasted.

Reflection 28 mirrored Y Green and Grey Go Together:

Reflection 28 (part 1)

‘by seeing Venus during the day while trekking in the Yorkshire Dales Three Peaks, alerted by the Sky at Night television programme; my first conscious sighting of a middle-of-the-day planet or star at the age of 46. It was on the same March 2012 trip that I took the 242 Mirror Poems cover photo.’

Reflection 28 (part 2)

The second half of the Reflection lightened the mood under a clear day and night sky with a previously unpublished comedy poem:

If the sheepdogs tell great jokes
and livestock like to clown around
under a smiling sun and moon
I want to go to the funny farm.

Reflection 29 mirrored I Can See Through You, Why Don’t People Understand Me:

I Like Your Mask

Why should you believe I like you
when I say I don’t care about myself
perhaps it’s because I can’t read your mind
as clearly as I can mine.

But the more I see of you
the more I think we’re no different
just humans living day to day
some with better masks than others.

Reflection 30 mirrored Space Brain Becoming Plain:

The poem was inspired by images of the universe and a scanned brain that looked similarly oblong.

A clear night sky from a dark viewing point is an incredible sight, but it is only what our eyes and brains can manage to see. Telescopes show the connectivity and immensity beyond our Earth view.

Human brains use complex systems to keep us functioning, but we can’t see how it is done, as our eyes see outwards. Scanning equipment shows the connectivity and immensity on the inside.

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