Sun sees sin s
o own our one so
ul universal udder.
(cos Santa’s on way!)
Prose book from my literary nonsense writing style period, before getting more classical with XaW Files: Beyond Humanity; and poetry book that mixed humour with seriousness (not available on Santa direct, so please don’t wish for them!).
Loquacious means being talkative and garrulous, and was last week’s buzz word of mind in Greenygrey Central.
It looks like it could quite easily have been a Greenygrey word, such as lokycious, which could mean being like Loki, one of the Greenygrey’s possible ancestors.
P.S. for loquaciousness,
I just visited the wikipedia reference,
and it took me to fluency
which was quite a nice place to be,
but sometimes it’s also nice to be crazy
which is more in line with Loki,
but not in modern human society
better to be somewhere you feel free.
Eponymous E pony Mouse
Eponymous is a Greenygrey word I was thinking about this week.
To me, it looks like eponymous means an email sent quickly with a mouse, like the pony express used to be the fastest mail delivery for the cavalry in the old Wild West.
Hi, it’s Greenygrey. We thought about posting more of Marc Latham’s thoughts today, but decided that a light-hearted episode of Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Mapswould be more appropriate for the start of the weekend.
I wondered if a book of Grey was a sign, and quickly flicked through it. Although it was certainly not literary nonsense, it did not seem to have much relevance to my life or journey. So I didn’t investigate further, and donated it to the Bronte library Bronte section.
Whatever will be, will be,
and if Agnes Grey re-enters my story,
I will return to the Bronte area library,
and look it up under section Bronte.
Paddington Bear Gives us a Scare
We walked up through Bondi at quite a pace,
and were resting five minutes in Paddington place,
when a colourful bear entered the street
marching purposely in wellington-booted feet.
He looked harmless, dressed in an old coat and hat, and carrying a big suitcase, but you never know! He came right up to us and asked if this was the right direction for Peru.
Funnily enough, I’d seen a boat departing to Peru in a day or two on Bondi Beach, so I told the Paddington Bear.
He thanked me, and gave us a marmalade sandwich each before saying adios.
Hi, it’s Baron Wolfman, head honcho of Greenygrey Creation in the absence of the legendary Andy Wolfhol. There’s been lots of Sweden talk on this here blog lately, so I thought I’d bring you some greenygrey Stockholm photos, not anything like those featured on our ol’ pal Marc Latham’s travel25years.wordpress.com blog (but there are some other greenygrey ones there too!).
Here we go,
Stockholm without snow,
on a clear day,
Sweden’s flag is yellowyblue,
and the sunnysky is too.
Hi, it’s Greenygrey. It’s that end of the weekend time of the week, so it’s time for the second episode of Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps. This is another quick travel episode/chapter told in a literary nonsense poem, eating up the Victorian miles before the Kerang-Kerrang epic thirteen chapters/episodes on the border with New South Wales.
Talking of Oz and 13, congratulations to the British and Irish Lions for their first test win against the Australian Wallabies, and Black Sabbath for their new album titled 13 reaching #1 in several countries, including U.K., U.S.A., Canada and Germany.
Sizzling progress in the morning
eating up the miles from day’s dawning.
Flat out for hours, apart from the sharp bends
by noon we’d reached Kangaroo Flatnorth ends.
Skipped straight through for a meeting at Eaglehawk
with a California Gully who liked to talk.
We wondered if Terrick Terrick,
was named after Terrence Malick? Pyramid Hill pointed to Kow Swamp
where we were in need of a Wee Wee Rup,
and then it was north-west to Kerang
reminding us of a rock magazine called Kerrang.
Terrence Malick (film director).
Kangaroo Flat, Eaglehawk, California Gully, Terrick Terrick, Pyramid Hill, Kow Swamp, Kow Swamp, Wee Wee Rup and Kerang are all real places in north-east Victoria.
This episode sees the travelling quintent heading north-east, on the final straight of their epic Ozyssey. Hopefully it contains lots of laughs, as Fawlty Towers returns to the script, and Angry Bonzo / Dandelion Cordial (AB/DC) get a surprise gig.
A literary nonsense poem leads into episodes with some of my favourite poems of the whole book… but for now, here’s a cool episode full of music and mirth:
72. ANGRY BONZO ROCK GEELONG WITH WERE SONG
We headed inland from Port Fairy as the sun rose to illuminate it; making the port and sea look magical. After that, we careered through Kirkstall; hurtled past Hawkesdale, and then sped down to Simpson. I thought our ol’ friends the Simpsons might be there, but there was no sign of them. It was quite a relief that Bart wasn’t there! Cathy upped the pace along the south coast, and her spirit seemed to rise a little with each step.
Maintaining speed to Torquay,
caused frazzled fatiguey
so we stopped for tea
at the hotel Fawlty.
The Fawlty reminded me of the Hotel Tazmania, which had reminded me of Fawlty Towers. The owner seemed quite confused when I asked for a Werewolf salad; not seeming to know how to make one. I told him it was similar to a Waldorf salad, and he seemed to remember making one of those before. We enjoyed the south coast snack.
Geelong is GGood for a Sing-Song
Our bellies full, we headed north-east to Geelong. The name ‘Geelong’ reminded me of Green and me when we are together, because our initials are a sort of long Gee: a GG.
We called in a rock bar called Geelong Goodbye for dinner, as it advertised that Muse was playing there that night. We wolfed down a big meal in time for the band, but they didn’t appear as scheduled. A couple of hours passed, with the crowd waiting patiently. Then it was announced that Muse had phoned saying they were being sucked into a Supermassive Black Hole, so they weren’t going to be able to make it; they were sending their apologies as the line went dead.
I could relate to their predicament after my space flight over to Oz; I’d had a couple of near misses myself.
Angry said the band not turning up meant he wasn’t going to be amused.
I was worried he was going to start raging, and asked him to remain cool if possible, but then he pointed out it was a joke: Muse, amused. I saw the funny side then and laughed… with a mixture of humour and relief.
It turned out to be a blessing in disguise in the end; Muse’s cancellation, not Angry’s joke; because Angry and Bonzo volunteered their services, and then played a tasty first performance as Angry Bonzo / Dandelion Cordial.
The crowd lapped up the bluesy rock beats, and one song was inspired by my recent werewolf poem. The chorus went something like this:
Beware of wereies?
Wereies cuss berries?
The most precocious of wereies?
No! Be cautious of berries.
When the Geelong Goodbye closed, we called in a nearby pub called the Duck and Drake for a nightcap.
Fawlty Towers was set in Torquay, England, and there is also a Torquay, Victoria; but it doesn’t have a Fawlty as far as the author knows.
In Fawlty Towers’s Waldorf Salad episode (season 2/episode 3, 1979) Basil struggles to make a requested Waldorf salad.
Muse and song (Supermassive Black Hole). Christopher McCandless died after eating berries while living in the wild; Jon Krakauer adapted his journal for the Into the Wild book.
Yes, we turned the lights out an hour earlier than usual, which as you will no doubt know by now, was not down to just one simple reason in the Greenygrey world.
It was partly through feeling quite tired, partly through a little guilt about missing the official Earth Hour, and partly because there were no football highlights from the top two English leagues due to it being an international weekend.
Looking on the positive side, I think that by turning the lights out an hour earlier and keeping them off we probably saved more electricity than turning them off for an hour and then back on; although Earth Hour is of course mostly symbolic.
Whereas the previous poem had a Fawlty Towers Taz angle, this one is all Tazzy. Here it is:
59. IS TAZ-MANIA TAZORED TASMANIA?
Taz-mania in Seven Days for Ya
For one week we tasted Tazzy
from the basic to the snazzy
we met Taz’s funtastic family
Hugh, Jean, Jake and Molly
Constance Koala kept us clean
and Dog the Turtle busy as a bean
Didgeri Dingo wasn’t as much fun
and Willie Wombat has a lot to learn
but when it came time for us to leave
Taz had another surprise up his sleeve
presenting us with a ticket to Hobart
which gave our journey a great start.
Tazzy characters (Hugh, Jean, Jake, Molly, Constance Koala, Dog the Turtle, Didgeri Dingo, Willie Wombat).
Hi, it’s Greenygrey. I think Andy Wolfhol is off creating something extraordinary, because he’s nowhere to be seen. I was going to delegate this job to him, but he did such a good job introducing Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem that we’ll overlook this artistic license.
Victoria Ivanova Art of Greenygrey Balance
In fact, it was while at the fmpoetry wordpress site that I first had the idea for this job, after seeing the art of Victoria Ivanova on the emorfes wordpress site.
I was captivated at once, after seeing the greenygrey scales with a pair of apples and a mirror image on them.
Then I saw the Pear of Dorian Gray, which reminded me of an idea I’d recently had, about having a Greenygrey fruit communication brand, what with there already being apple, blackberry, orange etc.
As I’m like a conjoined pair, that has recently been separated, I’d thought of Pear. I just google searched it, and there is already a Pear Communications anyway.
So, to make up for that disappointment, I thought I’d create a new poem, which I do believe is the first full Greenygrey poetry production since Grey set the poetry world alight with its seventy solo literary nonsense classics in its now available at Amazon for Winter Solstice Christmas epic classic Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps. Enjoy!
The Pear of Dorian Gray
is not moi, Greenygrey
for we are one once again
and not a brand of communication.
Hi, it’s Green. Great news from Sydney, where Grey seems to be having a fun time touring around the city. Here’s the latest two blogs from the Werewolf of Oz. It’s followed by a new Folding Mirror poem from our ol’ pal, Marc Latham on the fmpoetry site.
Arriving at Greycliffe House, I was surprised to see that it was neither particularly grey nor built on a cliff.
I introduced myself to a gentleman there, and he told me his name was Dr. Watson of Watsons Bay.
I asked him why the house was called Greycliffe when it wasn’t a very good description. He apologised for not knowing, and said a man who probably would know, called Holmes, was off visiting some other homes for another inquiry at the moment.
The Greycliffe House Mouse
Not long after I’d thanked Dr. Watson and turned away,
in a triangular hall containing a square ball,
I was accosted by a small mouse of my colour grey.
It said its name was Cliff and the house was named after him,
I replied it was built in 1852 so how could that be true,
It said it was on a special diet and low-fat cheese kept it quiet.