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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…

It is far better to refine than revolt

Sand Gazes Out of Hourglass, Wishes Put Out to Grass

D’ evil to fill lower void
life’s gra-in-dients to avoid
thinking it’ll fall straight under

sands of time, yours and mine

learning too late gravity rules
never seeing glass controller
meaning one becomes two added time

*The heading paraphrases “Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt.” I thought it was Shakespeare, but attributed to Abraham Lincoln or Mark Twain!

*The Poem
D’ evil wordplays devil.
gra-in-dients: grain and gradients.
yours and mine: everybody.
gravity rules: double meaning, rules of gravity and gravity rules! exclamation.
one becomes two cross references ‘yours and mine’ and how evil multiplies the ‘sand time’ already given, and can become a part of you, such as time in prison being an all embracing main ‘partner’; or just guilt/regret in the brain.

Hourglasses have been written about quite a lot on this site, as you can see by searching, and are in my last poetry collection.

They’ve probably been of renewed interest to my neurons since one was featured in the The Pretty Reckless song/video 25:

POST-PUNK POETRY PAROTTY PARODY BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

I don’t need anything to wake up for…
I just need nothing to sleep…

I used to think I worshipped you,
but now I know it was the ideal me…
because the vision’s become, sun shining through tree.

We should have statues for all the environmentalists killed in Africa, trying to save animals and world, such as the Adamsons (Born Free: Joy and George murdered nine years apart) and Dian Fossey (Gorillas in the Mist).Other statues for locals killed, like the many in the Amazon.

Prophet Mohammed of Islam fame should definitely be cancelled, as he had a 9-year-old in his harem!

It’s ironic that Princess Latifa (mid-30s age) and the other captive princesses are being ‘protected’ by their fathers, when the groomed girls in the UK were being enticed out of their homes, and away from parents who tried to keep their children indoors when they knew what was happening. That’s how Islam works, locking their females up, while grooming others to them, where they ruin their lives, chipping away at local communities, so they can’t have family lives. The Yazidi women raped by I.S. had to leave their I.S.-raped children behind, and they and their families and communities will have to live with it forever.

This is how I feel on the edge of the greenYgrey world, with the bulldozer of mass media humanity against me!

What makes animals automatically mate, fighting each other for a partner and position; sometimes to the death; not seeming to enjoy it, and endangering themselves while pregnant and caring for the young. Only humanity will miss most species; the animals will just miss a mate; probably wondering what life was all about… like many humans now!.

If there was no Earth there’d be no air, devoid of atmosphere. Our space would be void, only matter would matter, not eco disaster

Everything on Earth all in mind, space we know and hope to find, but the bigger picture is beyond mankind, possibilities signed…

Our lost Princess Latifah
looked oh so sweeter
taken by cancer forever
not locked away by father!

The great greenYgrey journey… I’ve often taken too… feeling a pull to England across the Severn… out of more distant travel/music_events necessity… my Jersey birthplace… or ancient memory?

Every Muslim ‘women’ feature should be framed/introduced with the fact that the Prophet Mohammed had a harem that included a 9-year-old: Ayeesha. The Princess Latifa story is the latest example of it not changing much since; following the I.S. treatment of women in the Middle-East, Taliban in Afghanistan, and ‘grooming gangs’ in the Western world.

Above posted on Facebook first.

Valentine’s Day Poem with Debbie Harry and Taylor Momsen

Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror was inspired by seeing The Pretty Reckless in concert a couple of years ago, and thinking lead singer Taylor Momsen reminded him of Debbie Harry, who he’d idolised when Blondie were at their peak around 1978-1981.

He didn’t complete it then because he didn’t think British society was ready for it. He now hopes it might be, so he completed it for Valentine’s Day.

Debbie Harry and Taylor Momsen

Debbie Harry was about twenty years older than Marc, and Taylor Momsen is about twenty years younger, and both hail from New York, New York.

It was so good they named it twice, and it produced two great rock chicks. Moreover, the missing link between the two, from the same generation as Marc, would probably be Madonna (although she’s from Michigan and is seven years older than Marc).

As Blondie declined Marc got into rock and metal music, and Guns N’ Roses became his favourite band. Another link is that The Pretty Reckless opened for GnR a few years ago.

Unconditional Appreciation

Although Marc would have loved to see Blondie in their heyday he’s never gone to see them. He never expects to see The Pretty Reckless or meet Taylor Momsen.

The poem idea was created instantly, with the generational divide giving Marc the idea of a Folding Mirror poem.

He hopes women like Debbie Harry and Taylor Momsen continue to emerge, succeed and live free happy lives.

As well as being beautiful and a great singer Debbie Harry was also inspirational, dressing like what some people would consider a stereotypical slutty bimbo, but always proving them wrong by being articulate, and faithful to fellow Blondie bandmate Chris Stein, and nursing him through long-term illness.

Marc doesn’t know much about Taylor Momsen, but hopes she continues to rock the music world, and emulates Debbie Harry; although she is of course original and her own person, and The Pretty Reckless are much more rock than Blondie were.

The Mirror Poem

The poem contains 19 Blondie song titles and two albums in the top half and middle line; and the same amount of The Pretty Reckless music in the bottom half. The former’s singles are written in green ink, the latter’s in blue; all the albums are in orange. Atomic and Rapture are two different songs without a gap between in the poem.

The poem kind of tells a story through the song titles, but it was mainly an exercise in constructing a mirroring poem rather than telling an original or personal story. Some of the lines mirror quite nicely.

Happy Valentine’s, posting around 11.59 G.M.T.!

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 

Marc Latham’s central site is the Greenygrey (http://www.greenygrey.co.uk), and he has books available on Smashwords and Amazon (http://www.amazon.com/author/marclatham).