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D(r)Aft Punk

Hope everyone had a safe and peaceful Remembrance Sunday and Armistice Day commemoration. Traditionally in England/UK after the solemnity of the morning and afternoon ceremonial / service we might continue to mark the occasion into the evening(s) as a giving thanks for peacekeeping and relief missions in celebrations of life. With all our old soldiers in mind and recent/currently active servicemen in our thoughts. Hopeful for global safety. Grateful to be well enough today for outing  (oops, yesterday now). Essentially, as generations of British families for whom fathers, uncles, grandfathers etc were all drafted into National Service, we should support and give thanks for the efforts of our troops every day of every week, every month, every year.

The oppressions against “British colonialism” and “white Europeans” from some small quarters of those belonging to the world’s largest established aggressors/serious organised criminals (the nasties)  are bizarre and unsettling. But it’s important to remember that’s from a minority. And be on guard only enough to notice the very unusual. Tourism is the biggest threat against our nation while visitors appear wealthy and “proper” enough. Shame the British government has been bankrupting the country these last few years and sees the tourism industry as ” desirables”. It’s wreaking havoc, all over. As it has, elsewhere.

It’s never really bothered me too much how the music genre ‘New Wave’ such as Blondie et al is coined (as if) punk rock in the States but is nothing like British Punk Rock music. Borderline perhaps, and of course, we punks love some if not all of it, and often have quite eclectic musical taste (very wide). But the new wave of criminally-minded capitalist’s deceptive devisive faux ‘archival’ footage across all types of popular music is (a) quite concerning and (b) nothing we Brits have had to battle against and/but resist in earlier decades/centuries.

I wouldn’t have expected while listening to my FM radio to be hearing British Broadcasting of pretentious propoganda. Shocked and disgusted by contemporary American digitally overlaid voice-over obliterating the authentic American radio file(s) of Armistice Day 1918 speeches, backgrounded by the authentic musical backing of crackly vinyl record I had to switch over. Very few channels left here in Midlands that haven’t been overtaken by American ideals. Very sad. Insurgencies are quite terrifying and impacts are so reminding of all those nasty war stories. As if the war never really ended at all. How stupid is this for so-called intelligent beings…

Anyway, back to the point of this point. Having abandoned the radio and falling back on CDs to play (plenty contemporary English music, a bit old skool now but timeless quality, followed by some Blues Brothers, B52s and Beach Boys et al) I was interested to read an article about ?What?and the mysterians leading me to a song called ’96 Tears’ attributed to them and coined (as if) the first ever punk rock song. Hilarity abounds.

The YouTube video for ’96 Tears’clearly features doppelgangers/look-alikes. This is only conjecture but they appear to be miming to a very poor rendition of a typically sixties pop-Mod style. The video content is staged and manipulated to appear as if authentic and the tune’s lyrical content leaves much to be desired. The lyrics appear to be written post-1996. Internet history is missing most facts and poorly documented not something, so fact-checking is contentious and not something. I’m minded to spend much further time with while so low-energy.

Curious to find an authentic musical reference file for ‘…the mysterians’ I was glad to find their song ‘Up Side’. Thank goodness for something REAL.

So much fake shite around online. Much by way of corrupted manipulations. Shame. Looking at the photo for ‘Up Side’ confirms the first file’s personae are actors and not the original band shown in the ‘Up Side’ track photo. Why would anyone bother faking them?!

Finally the up-shot is the experience inspired an off the cuff (ad hoc) reflective poem retaliating against the hodge-podge dodgey lodge type issues that make the world so bogus these days. To what end? Dirty nasty money? Shove it!

Goodwill and Peace, Health and Happiness to all, Hopefully. Here’s my poem  inspired by ’96 Tears’:

?What? (hilarious) Not

By hook or by crook?
tri_o’d an’ tri_age?
Faux ho-beaux diddly dumb down
staged archival rock

And swayed by the checkpoint
so not monochrome
by the digital filter
there falsehood be shown

Harlequin collar
almost pudding bowl hair
puppets string dance steps
and music score bare

O’ who might believe
they c’u’d call it punk rock
try and steal our youth movement
EN titles and stock

See those signs in the background
and fore ground re-boot
call ?WHAT? as you will
AmEn t’wit-t’woo-hoot.

©©Copyright 2018, Personal & Educational Use Only [please]; Fair Use usually applies [please check your applicable local Law if in doubt].

PS: I am aware that American English is an opposite foreign language variant ‘english’ and my natural original English writing is open to potential misinterpretations and mistranslations (as are all foreign languages). Also, text to speech automation may be problematic. Please do not hesitate to contact me or leave a comment here (or use my contact form) if you have any questions, concerns or additional needs. Thank you for reading.

 

 

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Love and Peace (haiku)

Grays of fog brought Peace
Full cloud haze mist drifts thereby
Love knows not its’ name.

©©2018 Original. 01/10/2018 [ad hoc, in a flash]

My impromptu entry to https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/10/01/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-challenge-221-peacelove/

[I hope it was only nature at work 27/9/2018, 6:39am UK time and that disasters and devastations have been as small and minimal as humanly possible. There’s not really much in the way of timely reliable news. Hopefully war crimes aren’t afoot again! Surely it’s not humans DOing IT! Bots and Artificial Intelligence? Otherwise it’s just f’**ing unbelievable! All OK enough here in UK as far as known, Thinking of all in Southern Hemisphere, Indonesia especially now news reached us, also China, Poland, etc – all those experiencing quakes and turbulent seas.


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Alone and inconvenienced

It’s ModPo season again! Here’s my own latest ‘inspired’ poem…

 

Alone and inconvenienced

by spider why incline

an open invitation there

all other thoughts aside.

 

I should have been more cautious

and not looked him in the eye

for there he took his liberty

and over-ran my mind.

 

I wish I had a little book

to browse behind this screen,

to distract among its’ pages

– oui – then adrift more narrowly.

 

Now time is of the essence

though the spider’s in no rush

– attending to this workmanship –

we need a little hush.

 

The hands of time are crossed again

the thresh-hold is traversed

there is no stamp of un approval

yet the spider’s un perturbed.

 

Non! Sense has its’ own reason

does us no good wondering why

we cannot find all answers here

– quite – oft yet spider pries.

 

I wonder what he’s thinking

he looks as though he reads my mind

I wish he’d be skadaddling

For this territory is mine!

©©2018

Should you wish to hear how dreadful I sound reading my latest poem…


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August 2018 RBRC

A little late again but time to join in with Mliae’s Recycled Book Reading Challenge post. Their post for August isn’t up yet having recently been travelling and I don’t know if the challenge is continuing but I’m joining in anyway. Here’s a link to the latest post, an extreme lifestyle experiment, over there in the meantime. I’ll update link if an RBRC post appears another day.

I listed this post in today’s MonthlyLookAhead post at my other blog and decided to strike while the iron’s hot instead of putting it off till tomorrow or whenever.

I’ve been missing in action a couple of months again, apologies as always.

Still not concentrating well enough for fiction reading attempts. One of these days I’ll be able to read and review a book properly!

In the meantime, ignoring the book I last read about a local architect, can’t even remember his name right now… this month I’m dipping into this:

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‘The Little Book of Calm’ by Paul Wilson offers many fairly generic statements, gems of wisdom, perhaps enabling small but worthy enough health improvements.

This overpriced £1.99 retail price book was gifted to me by a dear friend about 20 years ago now, around my becoming a mother again, along with another similar but different one. (A different friend to the last book also being a gift). This might have been a pre-read so secondhand gift as it was accompanied by a gorgeous basketful of flowers to decorate my hospital room that my friend had arranged herself. This book always conjures that image of those flowers and the well-wishing visit so is a heart-warming reminder. I might part with it one day, when I’ve noted any useful tips in it enough.

But honestly, suggestions such as walk to the speed of a waltz, unless I have no choice to walk at ultra-slow pace, simply make attempts to walk more painful and exhausting. I imagine upbeat fast-paced tunes while I walk, I imagine the earth sliding beneath my feet as if I only have to put one foot in front of the other over and again and as if walking is then almost effortless. The book tells me to live and walk in 3/4 time as if waltzing!

Why do I have to be so atypical and awkward?

There are some hints and tips I find myself in total agreement with though, such as:

“WORRY WHEN THE TIME COMES
Most worries are future-based. They revolve around things that, in most cases, will never happen.
Concentrate on the present and the future will take care of itself.”

Paul Wilson, The Little Book of Calm’

So, I agree with such advice, but usually have an afterthought adding to it too:

It’s always a good idea to be prepared though. For instance, I’d been kicking myself for wasting my money on a mobile wifi hotspot while I never go anywhere to use it; anytime my router was on the blink I just appreciated the rest and tried to be patient – and didn’t wish to waste my little data allowance until I really need it.

Now my router’s on the blink permanently I’m glad I worried about potential internet loss enough to have emergency provision ready to hand. And I do have enough books stacking up waiting to be finished for recycled book reading to try not missing the internet until I get my services returned to me.

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PS: If I appear MIA in future, I might or might not be only micro-blogging at my swishing4th.com site (wordpress enabled of course)…

What recycled reading are you picking up this month?

 


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Recycled Book Reading Challenge May catch-up

I’m sticking with non-fiction again this month and re-reading Suzi Gablik’s ‘Has Modernism Failed’ (ISBN: 0-500-27385-5). This was gifted to me by my best friend about twenty years ago after she had to read it for her media studies course, I think she’d found it in a second-hand bookshop as it’s spine was damaged. The book cover design doesn’t include a shadow over the author’s name. It’s my shadow!

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Suzi Gablik’s author page at amazon.co.uk [non-affiliate link, no association] I’d definitely enjoy reading more of this author/artist’s books, I’m intrigued to read more of her writing – and I really should read the preceeding book, ‘Progress in Art’.

In the first chapter of ‘Has Modernism Failed’ Gablik raises the dangerous overinstitutalisation of art (this was first published in 1984, but still seems entirely contemporary and incredibly relevant):

‘With art and artists breeding like bacteria under favorable conditions … America fabricates as many graduate artists every five years as there were people in fifteenth century Florence… This rise in quantity has in no way led to a rise in quality, though few have had the courage to say so. The overwhelming spectacle of current art… has ushered in an impenetrable pluralism of competing approaches.’

It doesn’t tell the reader how many in number the population of Florence in the fifteenth century actually was, but delivers a picture enough of the saturation of individuals qualifying as artists and perhaps entering the professional field.

Gablik also describes ‘the legacy of Modernism’ as leaving the artist standing alone and having lost their shadow. References to the non-specific artist in this book appears to always be described as ‘He’. I wonder if that’s been changed in recent editions for purposes of ‘equality’. We’re led generally in society to believe art is a male dominated field of activity, and most of the individual artists referenced tend to be men.

Will I read the whole book this month? Or will I lack concentration and  fail linear reading? I might stand a chance of cover-to-cover reading if I didn’t try reading anything else or doing anything much. Guess I’ll find out. I haven’t completed reading any of the fiction books raised in my RBRC posts to date other than the children’s books! But I’ll be making notes while I study Gablik’s book (for no reason than interest).

 

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I made good use of the Chinese painting book last month although I skimmed through and skipped much of it, but had no time to enjoy Eastern Wisdom, not that I haven’t enjoyed it previously. Too much A to Z Challenge reading last month frazzled my capacity somewhat. I s’pose I knew it probably would.

It’s reassuring to retain my shadow. If being an artist means losing your shadow, I think I’d sooner hang on to my shadow, thanks.

 

 

I’m combining this post as my catch-up with Mliae’s Recycled Book Reading Challenge and as I’ve featured contemporary art issues, catching up with challenges and my own (Colette’s) shadow it can double up as my letter C post for #May-be-A-B. (So my next challenge will be posting a letter D post using a letter B writing prompt!)


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Back with flash fiction as backstory

#May-be-A-B (letter B post) and accepting Sarah C’s writing challenge using her Alphabetical Prompts (letter A prompt).

While caught up in tangling and untangling my story idea for Sarah’s prompts, I decided that both casting characters and creating a fully-developed world is going to take a heck of a long time for a novice fiction writer who barely gets round to writing any fiction hardly ever. That best describes me. So bite-size backstory flash-fiction offerings seem a bright idea to be bringing forth nothing as big as a book, but there are billions of those so why bother writing a book. But maybe I’ll build on this writing in the future, y’never know.

Anyway, back to the letter A and writing to Sarah C’s prompt (no spoiler, wanna know the prompt, gotta go visit, apols, but otherwise revealing it spoils my tale too…)

Part A (untitled)

Arianne had been keeping a dream diary since before she even knew what that meant. Her mother said she was doing it even before she knew how to write English. Every morning the very first thing she did before getting out of bed was to reach for her paper and pen from the bedside table and note down everything she remembered.

“So what’s this then? Shorthand?” Marcus snatched the paper away just as Arianne made a grab for it and his face twisted with confused expressions as he turned the paper every possible way trying to find a means to make sense of the markings.

“Marcus give it back now or you’re never staying over again!”

“Oh I don’t mind not staying over,” Marcus scoffed. “Shag and run’s more fun anyway – and less washing-up and…” He was silenced by a thwack in the face with a pillow. Arianne grabbed the page from his hand and screwed it into a ball.

“So what was it?” Marcus persisted as she walked away from him toward her bathroom cubicle. She threw the paper ball across the room to land in the waste basket in the corner near her desk.

“Litter. See!”

Arianne hoped he’d leave it alone and maybe she could retrieve it later. She’d have to be more careful. She couldn’t possibly tell Marcus about Alradlayik teachings. He’d never believe her, no-one had before. No way she was she going back on meds for the disbelief of others. While she was small Arianne’s talk of the Alradlayiks, even before she knew the word aliens, was humoured as the imaginative play of a child while practising Alradlayik alphabet and drawing pictures from their stories.

At the age of seven everything altered. Her parents sought no help, as although Arianne had some strange ways of saying things and seemed different to other children, she was otherwise healthy and intelligent and not appearing emotionally disturbed but other adults considered her ‘afflicted’. All kinds of awful names were attributed to her condition of being … asleep in her earth-life, while as if awake in another life – only dreaming her parents would say. Doctors disagreed.

Entering the Academy, attending as a boarder at such a young age was not in her best interests at all, but assertions from the authorities that she would be forcibly removed from her parent’s care if they resisted meant she herself agreed, to spare her parents the guilt of allowing such a thing.

All Marcus knew of all this was that she won an early scholarship for high attainment and while it wasn’t exactly true, it wasn’t entirely a lie either. Anyway, as long as she wasn’t leaving her writing where he might see, maybe he’d forget about seeing that letter he’d picked up earlier. She’d attended to her hygiene, donned her uniform and arranged her hair and all within the five minutes allotted time. She took a deep breath and re-entered her room…

[500 words. 2nd draft, original writing, copyright 05/05/2018]

 

 


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Reblog: Sarah Scullins’ ‘Make Acrostics Magical Again? Part I’ from JHIBlog

I spotted this in my WordPress Reader: https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/81309380/posts/10578 or direct link to the blog post at http://jhiblog.org/2017/12/06/make-acrostics-magical-again/

This is a fascinating article exploring the history of acrostic texts. I was particularly interested in the lower segment’s discussions of a poem entitled The Babylonian Theodicy and the eighth book of the Sybilline oracles.(wikipedia link from article)

I found myself wondering if the Greek coding referred to is similarly misrepresented historically as some of purported Latin meanings of 9th and 10th century English/British stone carvings that cleverly use symbols in ways to carry the original message whilst appearing to mean something else (during the murderous oppressions of natural pre-Christian faith in England/Britain). I don’t much about any of it but it would be wonderful to have time and energy enough to fully explore such things of history and mythic discourse that make up contemporary ideas of fact.

Reblogged portion below:

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By Contributing Writer Sarah Scullin Acrostics—the name given to secret words spelled out in the first lines or paragraphs of a text—are experiencing a bit of a renaissance thanks to two high-profile letters that used this hidden coding to protest the Trump administration. In Late August, Former Science Envoy Daniel Kammen tweeted out a resignation […]

via Make Acrostics Magical Again? Part I — JHIBlog