winter festival closing ceremony

With Blondie having opened mistYmuse 20/21 it would have been fitting that The Pretty Reckless close it, as they appeared together in a Folding Mirror poem structured around song titles on this site in 2014:

Valentine Love Poem, Songs Without Music
Debbie Harry and Taylor Momsen, New York two Generations R&R
Heavy Metal Ballad, Beyond Elite Understanding

Dreaming of Your Prescence Dear 
on an Island of Lost Souls 
Plastic Letters melted In The Sun
The Hardest Part was Hanging on the Telephone
waiting for you to Call Me 
don’t have a Heart of Glass 
so it would have been Atomic Rapture 
to meet you In The Flesh
but Parallel Lines don’t cross
and my vow that Pretty Baby
One Way or Another
I’m Gonna Love You Too
disappeared at 11.59
that time when The Tide is High
didn’t even Die Young Stay Pretty 
instead developing a Poet’s Problem 

Go Through It writing, Nothing Left to Lose

Factory Girl manufacturing my thoughts
ideas that Make Me Wanna Die 
exploding into silent angst Since You’re Gone
Void and Null
I never was no Superhero 
Where Did Jesus Go
not leading your Blonde Rebellion that
did once Light Me Up 
seems a place Far From Never 
when my love Heart would always Panic 
but Everybody Wants Something From Me 
so didn’t hear You say Follow Me Down
I’m Going to Hell wanna Burn 
together I Really Fucking Love You
Sweet Things please Kill Me

Then it was clinched when The Pretty Reckless released a great new album during mYm 20/21, with a sensational first single:

For the fireworks finale, here’s my ‘healing (heilung) brand’ impersonation of the PinkyOrangePurple sunrise sky:

Thanks for attending mYm 20/21 and making it the biggest and best ever! Hope you’ll return for mYm 21/22…

FAKE NEWS WAS TRUE, BUT DT USED IT TOO

Pagan Nature v Human Hater

Only got one guess
dipping into data
written mental mess
searching to censor
couldn’t care less
what it’s written for
what it really says
one-way cancel culture
dead-end nightmares
constant pressure
to show your prayers
not love to nature.

muse delivers poem

The songs in my head
sang books that I read
merging in words shared
writing thoughts I dared
dig out of my mind bared
from a time when I cared
how the whole world fared
free running feelings snared
ability to function impaired
whole pages of my life teared
leaving nothing to be, or not to be, spared
that is the question; and answer, that’s all there is to be said!”

*To be or not to be, that is the question: Shakespeare.”
*Song I worked out inspired it, after starting to think the first lines was The Pretty Reckless: Going to Hell.

The night before I’d watched a documentary about 1000s of indigenous native women and children going missing and being killed in Canada. Many had been abused in monotheistic homes, like the British Homes children. Now we’ve got it happening to indigenous British Homes children by the new wave of monotheists!
Others had been sold by their families, or pimped by men in the community.
They seemed to presume the deadly culprits were white, but Canada is very multicultural now.
There seems no end to humanity’s inhumanity!

mistYmuse Further Clarification

Concerning the endurance race analogy, the sun has already returned to the start point of the course, a month either side of midwinter, and now it continues on into and beyond the city.

While Y-day was the half way point in the mistYmuse, if it was to be the halfway point of the sun’s journey, mistYmuse would have to run from October 21st to February 21st, with 2 months either side of Midwinter.

However, the clocks going back at the end of October would mess around with the time, and it wouldn’t run until the spring equinox, which gives the muse its acronym: midwinter until spring equinox.

Star Poem: Proxima Centauri

I wanna be* Proxima Centauri
cos it looks really starry
somewhere new to be
away from humanity.
Nearest neighbour to our sun
a little star sibling having fun
nothing new to learn
just turn, turn, turn…

*Anarchy in the UK opening by Sex Pistols – inspiration then, not now!

Some great pretty gYgPOP (Warhol etc inspired greenYgrey PinkyOrangePurple) post-Impressionist (Turner etc) art and informative explanations make this exciting astronomical discovery pleasurable escapist reading – sure wish I could go there! Setting off today…!!
https://www.msn.com/en-gb/news/techandscience/proxima-centauri-the-suns-nearest-neighbor-may-host-a-2nd-alien-planet-meet-proxima-c/ar-BBYZv2p?ocid=spartanntp

I Thank Humanity, For Hot Air

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

Brain Creation Coffee or Cortisol Folding Mirror Poem

This latest Folding Mirror poem developed out of a few articles and documentaries I’ve seen recently; while the screen hypnosis was featured in Moby’s Porcelain memoir, cited here recently; so at least five multi-media sources over a coupla/few months.

A couple were about ideal coffee drinking times, in relation to your cortisol levels, saying you should avoid drinking coffee just after awakening, as your body is naturally producing cortisol then, which has a similar effect as caffeine. Cortisol is produced on average by the body’s circadian rhythm between 8-9, 12-1 and 5.30-6.30 so the article said it’s best to avoid drinking it then.

Another article said that cortisol could actually shrink the brain, which I thought I might have felt during times of coffilosophy, when I was digging deep into the mind to create, and then concentrating to get it down on screen. I’d also feel tired afterwards a lot of the time, needing a nap, which could have been to do with the physical demands I think this kind of creation can impose.

In a Horizon documentary about the body clock, circadian rhythm and sleep, with volunteer, Aldo Kane, locked away from daylight for a month without knowing the time, chronobiologist Professor Jeffrey Hall  said the circadian rhythm is in all animals and was one of the first genetic imprints in us all.

A BBC Click documentary had a nice introduction to a piece about new ADHD technology with roundabout-cars chaos, which reminded me of some coffilosophy times when I’d feel like that. Sometimes the ideas would come together into a poem, story or blog post, like this one; other times I’d forget some of it, like the cars of the roundabout going the wrong way and getting lost!

It was kinda fun, and the best way for me to work, but not really efficient and dependable, which is why I think I’m more suited to this kind of creative writing!!

This is a self-portrait image I created in 2005, when the current mental health initiatives were in their infancy, to try and show as best I could how I thought my ADHD mind worked:

As Brain Shrinks, Squeezed Information Links

I am animal
of circadian rhythm
drinking coffee
for tunnel vision
organising thought
wild ideas pulled taut

ADHD roundabout thoughts, words directed downwards

sometimes converging one way
creation overlay
streamlining writing process
screen hypnosis
natural hormone cortisol
can contract cerebellum

Mirror Poem Inspired by Wolf Photo

Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem is an ekphrastic one  inspired by a wolf calendar photo. The October wolf’s grey paws seemed to join it to the rock it stood on, so the connection between wolf and Earth seemed a good topic for a mirror poem. Here it is:

Wolves 2012 Calendar, October Star Wolf

fire melting gold
fall full flow
leaves oval shaped
seem to poke
fun behind rump
tongue-twisting
on thin reaching branches

both stand on rock, green and grey coloured

under strong running legs
tree-like
paws resemble  plinths
keep head grounded
feminine tongue smiles
sunrise eyes shine
below mountain peaks

Irkutsk Fantasy Travel Prose and Poem

After a couple of months and eight chapters/episodes virtual travelling by Google Maps greenYgrey has reached the more populated west of Siberia. Irkutsk is an important city on the trans-Siberian highway and trainline. gYg is still travelling with Alexander Sibiryakov.

J.K. Rowling (of gYg world) Introduction

Hi, it’s G.G. Howling, fiction writing correspondent at the greenYgrey inspired by highly successful writer J.K. Rowling.

The new chapter of the X Files parody begins with thoughtful information mixing the greenYgrey rebranding with Irkutsk maps and symbols, before Bert the butterfly enters the story.

After a tad too much time travelling, the episode ends with a little literary nonsense poem that rhymes A-B-A-B-A-B-A-B-A-B.

XaW Files Chapter 1 Episode 9

I felt at home looking at the Irkutsk map, as it seemed to have everything that the new rebranding of the greenYgrey has to offer, with large areas of green and grey, and a yellow Y shape in the middle.

I also liked the Irkutsk coat of arms, featuring Dauria the Siberian tiger amongst lots of old-fashioned greenygrey, but not so much that it was carrying a sable.

Irkutsk (Irkutsk oblast), coat of arms (1790) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So I liked the greenYgrey Irkutsk Oblast district one better:

English: Nizhneilimsk rayon (Irkutsk oblast), coat of arms Русский: Нижнеилимский район (Иркутская область), герб (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A butterfly called Bert then got in on the greenYgreying act, so I asked him if he’d seen anything of our Wolfhol.

He said there was a lot of greenygreyness around Irkutsk, but he didn’t know if any of it had been created by Andy. We looked all around the city, but couldn’t find any signs of Wolfhol, so Bert asked if we’d fancy some time-travelling.

The club in Irkutsk, Russia in the early 1900s (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We jumped at the chance, and were soon flying through time. However, we must have jumped too high, and found ourselves back in the early 1900s club.

It looked a lovely design,
but wasn’t really Wolfhol’s style,
I looked for an immaculate sign,
with horses waiting a while,
Sibiryakov had a glass of wine,
while Bert fluttered for a mile,
I suggested we follow the line,
down the street in single file,
and if we don’t find Wolfhol it’s fine,
at the arc we’ll take another time trial.

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X Files Parody 8th Episode Epic Comedy Poem

From snail to Sibiryakov
Greenygrey did accelerate
no sign of art or Wolfhol
recursive Droste effect
Andy’s Matryoshka doll trait.

Hi, it’s Jack Wolfpac, legendary travel writing poet satirical comedy correspondent at the Greenygrey, inspired by Jack Kerouac. Here’s the latest post from the Greenygrey/Grey/greenYgrey’s third epic fantasy travel by Google Maps; the search for Andy Wolfhol across Eurasia.

The poem is a seven stanzas quintain rhyming ABAAB, unlike the limericks of the last episode, which rhyme AABBA.

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XaW Files Chapter 1 Episode 8

Twenty Four Hours From Tulsa
sang Gene Pitney in 1963
now I’d travelled all day
but was still 36 hours from Irkutsk
by car driving continuously.

Twenty Four Days Walk to Irkutsk
according to Google Maps
2,868 kilometres, 1,781 miles
578 hours divided by 24
like running Earth axis laps.

There’s a bus once every 24 hours
but it takes two and a half days
for the Siberian journey
I was feeling daunted until
meeting an explorer in history’s haze.

English: Alexander Sibiryakov (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sibiryakov – Alexander like Orlov
but surname has a structure
mirroring Greenygrey
with five letters before a y
followed by four after.

Hello old adventurer
I did read and greet
have you been sailing to Pechora
or trekking across the Urals
it looks the latter from your feet.

Ah Greenygrey, your name
seems familiar to me
I think I heard about you in Tobolsk
from a Womble called Tomsk
before my island in the Kara Sea.

So off together we did ramble
and it didn’t seem like a day
before we reached Irkutsk
not cutting corners before Chita
or milking it under Ulan-Ude.

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Alexander Mikhaylovich Sibiryakov (Russian: Алекса́ндр Миха́йлович Сибиряко́в) (October 8 [O.S. September 26] 1849, Irkutsk – 1933) was a Russian gold mine and factories owner and explorer of Siberia.
Sibiryakov graduated from the Zurich polytechnic institute in Switzerland. Later in life, he financed the polar expeditions of Adolf Erik Nordenskiöld (see Vega Expedition) and A.V. Grigoriev. He also sponsored the publication of works on Siberia’s history. In 1880, he made an attempt to enter the Yenisei estuary through the Kara Sea on a schooner. In 1884, Sibiryakov reached the Pechora estuary on the “Nordenskjöld” steamer and proceeded up the river. He then crossed the Urals using reindeers and reached Tobolsk by the Tobol River. Sibiryakov contributed significantly^[how?] to Siberia’s economic development.
Sibiryakov Island, an island in the Kara Sea at the mouth of the Yenisei River, is named after him, as well as icebreakers A. Sibiryakov andSibiryakov.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Sibiryakov

Literary Nonsense Poem about Khabarovsk History and Tretyakov Art

English: Khabarovsk, Privokzalnaya square. Monument to Erofey Khabarov, Far East’s explorer Русский: Хабаровск, Привокзальная площадь. Памятник Ерофею Хабарову, исследователю Дальнего Востока (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It looked like the Greenygrey was hot on the trail of the A.W.O.L Andy Wolfhol in the last chapter of the poetically funny X Files parody XaW Files. I can’t help but think GG has gone a bit off the trail in the sixth chapter, researching and poetically documenting the life of Yerofey Khabarovsk.

Poem about Khabarovsk 

Hi, it’s G.G. Howling, fiction writing correspondent at the Greenygrey inspired by J.K. Rowling. I know enough about fiction writing to know that  a little background and history is necessary, and that it’s best to fit it into the narrative of the story.

However, I also know that it’s important to keep the story progressing, and don’t know if Khabarovsk is going to be important at the end.

Then again, the Greenygrey doesn’t know that either yet, as it’s still searching for our Wolfhol. Some breather chapters and fillers are often a good idea anyway, and there’s some good info and poetry within this chapter, although all done in a loopy literary nonsense style of course.

XaW Files Chapter 6: Khabarov Stroganov Tretyakov Art History Mix

Khabarovsk, Khabarovsk
so well planned
I never got lost.

Named after Khabarov
an adventurer entrepreneur
once manager for Stroganovs.

Stroganovs were an important family
remembered in food and art
like latter’s showpiece Tretyakov gallery.

There’s Morning in a Pine Forest
by SavitskyShishkin
with a bear family looking cutest.

Ivan Shishkin and Konstantin Savitsky, Morning in a Pine Forest.

The Bogatyrs by Vasnetsov
has three warriors
and a greenYgrey background.

Three bogatyrs (Photo credit: paukrus)

Alenushka looking demure
reflecting above a pool
was another Vasnetsov picture.

Viktor Vasnetsov. Alenushka.1881 Oil on canvas 173*221 Tretyakov gallery (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Khabarov was second to the Amur
after Poyarkov’s three-year expedition
three years before.

Khabarov was there in 1649-50
returning from 1650-53
end of history after refusing expedition 3.

I hope there was a happy ending for Yerofey
because his first name has two Ys
and rhymes with Greenygrey.