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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

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!?

Poem Philosophy: Questioning Human Evolution Monarch Butterfly Solution?

While watching a recent episode of The Living Universe they said that to travel beyond our solar system is a multi-generation project, with the next solar system 170,000 times as far as Mars; the first of billions in our galaxy, with billions of galaxies in the universe.

Of Monarch and Man

It reminded me of the monarch butterfly migration, which takes several generations to complete the long round trip; a few generations heading north, and then one long trip south for the last.

Humanity always seems to have had the urge to travel; sometimes from necessity, such as ice ages, but other times seemingly just out of curiosity.

Unknown Past, Future Uncertain

Is it just the way our brain has adapted to circumstances, or is it something embedded in it since creation; as each generation of the monarch butterfly plays its part without seeming to know why in the bigger picture – as we know the world and universe?

Is this age of humanity, between ape and AI, according to evolution theory, like one generation of monarch butterfly pre-programmed to play a part in a much bigger space time picture?

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National Geographic photo of monarch butterflies migration.

Physical Gravity, Dextrous Mentality

Am I E.T., Yeti Discovery
my humanity distant memory
mind travelled deep in space
escaped the human race
for a finishing line?
I’m inclined to decline

seeking future,  fearing dystopia; already here, passed utopia

as if in DNA
higher order at play?
like generational butterfly migrations
their trees our space stations
not knowing reason why
just feeling urge to fly

Not very Chrismassy, but a great present for lovers of poetic philosophy, at the cheapest Amazon price possible.

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

The Flower and the Butterfly Prose Poetry Short Story

I recorded Pride and Prejudice and Zombies last night, so I don’t know if it’s title and theme inspired this classic poem of the eternal life cycle of nature.

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Flower and Butterfly, Live or Die 

Candy Tuft had not long flowered
spring sunshine empowered
a butterfly landed on her petal
she held her breath to let it settle
‘I haven’t seen you here before,’
said Candy admiring the floral design it wore

‘Yet I, seem to know us.’ ‘We’re coded that way, like Rebus,’

said Pipevine upping game to the bloom above
‘created this way to inspire love,’
replied instinctively before a hush caused it doubt
was the flower wondering what about
summer rains refreshment
Pipevine Swallowtail knew a deathly silence.

References

Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly.
Rebus is a picture-word puzzle, which is probably what inspired a famous fantasy detective being named it.
Candy Tuft flower.

Wordplay Mirror Poem to the Letter

My latest Folding Mirror poem started off with wordplay to the letter between flea and free, with the words sharing f and e, but differing in the second and fourth letters. It’s a poetry technique I used a lot in XaW Files: Beyond Humanity over two long years, forensically stripping my poetry down to the letter; or even the three constituent parts of the letter in the case of the Y of the protagonist greenYgrey, after it was parted from green and grey.

Folding Mirror Poetry Technique

I wrote the first half in free form, as I did during XaW Files, which is the main reason I stopped creating Folding Mirrors for a couple of years, but then had to create a second half to mirror it, choosing to mirror the 1-3 matching, 2-4 different split of flea and free with the 2-4 matching, 1-3 different split of muse and nure; a made-up word that I chose for comedy and theme relevance. I could have used pure, but thought nure was more apt.

The longer the Folding Mirror poem the harder it is to reflect each side, but I think I’ve done it quite accurately, with the different letters of the key words providing the formatting framework. Initial letters of other words have also been mirrored according to the key words on each side.

My Poem Rationale

For those new to poetry I’m just playing a character, as poets have done forever. My choosing of flea and manure shows me in a good light as far as I’m concerned, in line with Buddhism and Nietzsche. It’s what I’ve been doing throughout my writing career, although my egotistical narcissistic critics think I’m just trying to be like and/or compete with them!

While I’d like to become as rich and famous as possible, and help as many good causes I can, while writing artistic poetry and prose it is all about the creative act, and trying to achieve as much excellence as possible. I’ve always aimed to write as well as I can, even if some of it along the way has been crass and slapstick.

My comedy and serious writing are two sides of the same coin, one I can flip over to suit the occasion at almost any time, and that’s why my greenYgrey and Folding Mirror books are a mixture of the two.

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Insect I’s No News, Muse Letters’ T’s Truths

feel flee I flea
of free
sharing 1-3
but flaw
of 2-4
half way there
park yogibear
but instead
of RE
primary re-minder
Religious Education
school lesson
I’m l-a: not all
Los Angeles
Leeds Armley
border Bramley
kinda Kirkstally

struggling increases the grip, what makes humanity worship

King keystones
Brand bones
Needful Rings
Normality Returns
n-r knows – my number
poetry session
Mental Stimulation
ms-lexia prompt
SHE ism
although sharing
dictionary indemnity
glass half empty
3-1 unspun
letters undone
matching 2-4
muse provides
vowel assonance ma nure

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https://mslexia.co.uk/
ma: slang for my.

Another Artistic Writer Genius Connecting Word Emulating Beach Boys

wrIus

Connecting writer and genius words greenYgrey-style by the i, represented by i-first-letter indigo (a type of purple), and relevant for the PinkyOrangePurple new POP art age, with the wr first two letters of writer pretty in pink, and the us last two letters of genius represented in orange. For correct POPistry the I would be orange, and the us purple/indigo, but for this new wrIus word the colouring of the i in indigo took precedence.

I just searched it, and it didn’t bring up such a word, so I hereby wryly Wil. E (Coyote) claim it as mine; writer I hoping for your (us) support!

It’s the first word of my wriarTistry phase, or second if you count wriarTistry itself, which connected write and artistry by the T, as slant rhyme works in poetry: ‘Half rhyme is one of the major poetic devices. It is also called an “imperfect rhyme,” “slant rhyme,” “near rhyme,” or “oblique rhyme.” ‘

Love Paris Style

In the greenYgrey years I would have this morning no doubt written how much I loved Paris’s AAWsome Versace greenYgrey look at the Oscars…

Paris JacksonSlide 4 of 17: BEVERLY HILLS, CA - MARCH 04:  Actress Paris Jackson attends the 2018 Vanity Fair Oscar Party hosted by Radhika Jones at Wallis Annenberg Center for the Performing Arts on March 4, 2018 in Beverly Hills, California.  (Photo by George Pimentel/WireImage)

… for her WOW beauty not her father’s controversy, but now it’s all about I.

Which Beach Boy Am I? Changed Over Time

My greenYgrey books are a record of when I was warm and wolflike: like Denis Wilson of the Beach Boys. I watched a Classic Albums documentary about the Beach Boys’ Pet Sounds album last night, and related to how Brian Wilson left touring to focus on being an ‘artist’, experimenting and breaking new ground.

However, although it’s considered a classic now it didn’t do as commercially well as their previous simpler albums. I like to think that’s how it is with my XaW Files: Beyond Humanity, and one day it’ll be recognised as the classic it should be.

For example, it’s the only book I know that has a protagonist that is at one stage dissected to the constituent parts of one letter: the Y three.

In my younger life, and the start of the greenYgrey I was probably more like Denis Wilson, who was the only real surfer beach boy of the group, and lived that lifestyle to the full, before drowning after totally going off the rails.

In last night’s documentary he was shown appreciating what Brian had done on Pet Sounds, and how it had made him ‘know’ what Brian had been trying to do in the previous ten records. The record and top three books on Amazon about it have a nice greenYgrey design thing going too!

I was like Denis with Brian when I was a rock fan, looking up to the lyrics and music of my heroes, appreciating their deep gravitas. Hopefully I’ve now emulated them and become like Brian; who wrote most of the music, and gave it its artistic direction. Tony Asher combined with him on the lyric writing, and of course lots of the other studio workers, band and session musicians contributed their ideas and music.