New Year’s Day greenYgrey3 Poem Remembering U2

I remembered U2’s New Year’s Day poem as I finished this one, and how Bono once introduced it as ‘not a rebel song’. I liked U2 for their music, and some of their liberal messages. This isn’t a rebel poem, or a revolutionary one. It is a poem remembering my thirteen years of greenYgreyvolution evolution, trying to steer humanity on the best path I could see, using words and images to set the scene.

From Youthful Adulthood to Middle-Aged

Those who knew me part of the way, and think they know the greenYgrey, and what it stood for, usually don’t. If they read the books entirely, they’d see there’s a thread taking me from youthful adulthood to middle-aged adulthood, while remembering childhood, and looking ahead: covering all time and space, from my expertise in humanities and social science to my new learning in science and creativity.

It was born out of disillusionment with academia and the left-wing, after I’d wanted to be the next Chomsky after starting my PhD in 2000. The world seems to be following me to the right, which is not where I want to be, but seems the safest place for now.

We seem to be between a  rock and a hard place, as I felt I was in academia and society: between the Donald Trump-like environmental destructors and workplace groomers, and the much bigger threat of domination by cultures where that kind of behaviour is the open norm.

My Struggles and Sacrifices

I left academia in protest… mostly of my treatment. While some of the liberal-left seemed to celebrate my leaving academia in 2005 as a victory for ‘multiculturalism’ or ‘race’ I had been a leftie-liberal when I decided to leave. That was in 2001-2003, after my appeal against not being upgraded was upheld, but took two years to process.

I saw a couple of my main tutors as Trump-like, and I was rebelling against them because of their authoritarianism, but a lot of the students seemed to support them; but then, maybe that shows how people are easily indoctrinated into something that benefits them, as the students who rioted in support of a paedophile sports coach.

When I left my left-liberal friends because they ignored the grooming epidemic, and denigrated the ‘working-class’ in general, caring more about people supporting UKIP than the Rotherham report in the county where most of them lived and/or met, they made me out to be a ‘far-right EDL supporter/member’, as any working-class person who likes football and complained about it were depicted.

I’ve never had any contact with the EDL or any other ‘far-right’ group, and I think they usually consider me still too much of a liberal-leftie. Maybe the ‘far-left’ and ‘far-right’ agree in depicting me as Jewish, with most of either side not seeming to know that Judaism is a monotheistic religion, which is what I’ve been criticising the most during the last decade!

As some of my poems attested, I knew I was going through the mid-life change, and wanted to distance myself from my past, as I didn’t want to be seen as a ‘grass’. I write about society in general, not individuals, although some of the people I knew don’t deserve any respect or honour. I don’t agree with the new gangs’ grooming and rape cultures, and some right-wingers might be into animal cruelty, such as hunting or baiting, so I prefer to keep my distance.

The ‘counter-culture’ I believed in was one that was trying to create a better society; more beautiful, open,  peaceful and fair; although I related more to the soldierish male side of it, feeling more pagan warrior than flower-power hippy. It didn’t really work though, and I now have a more ‘social realist’ view of humanity, although there is still a ‘Romantic’ streak still alive; maybe epitomised by the greenYgrey Y rising.

My Feminist Inspiration

I launched the greenYgrey with a feminist angle, which was partly inspired by my favourite musical, acting and modelling women; partly from my experiences with women I liked; and partly from my socialist political and social background. Debbie Harry of Blondie was my hero in the 1970s, and The Runaways took Harry’s place when I got into rock. I supported The Runaways, not their manager, Kim Fowley. Maybe that’s why I’m so suspicious of Syco Simon Cowell: will he be revealed as a Fowley in the future, or am I paranoid and stereotyping: I don’t know the answer.

It wasn’t inspired by any academics I knew, and especially not my department colleague/rival who slept with the Head of Department. I just watched Stieg Larsen’s The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo again, and remember that book’s theme as an influence (for those sheeple who try to portray me as an unlucky jinx, Larsen died before the trilogy became best sellers… and I heard of them!), as Scandinavian society is in general. Frank Miller’s Sin City movie was too, as it seemed to reflect the way British society was heading. I related to the admirers and defenders of women, as the goodish rough guys do, against those who are totally evil towards women.

It also reminded me of the LA I’d heard about from bands like Guns N’ Roses and Motley Crue, where they were friends and lovers of the strippers on Sunset Boulevard; sometimes living off the women, which is a kind of feminism I guess.

My ethical celibacy has been a part of trying to prove that I’m supporting women for the right reason, although most women still don’t seem to get the message, thinking I’m after women from my past and present I can’t stand to see, hear or even think about. Ironically, they are like a chain, with one in my current life, who I tried to treat ethically, saying I didn’t want anything to do with her sexually, thinking she knows what happened to me in university, and trying to replicate it in my current workplace.

I like women, but I don’t like all women. Some women are horrible and evil, the same as some men are. I think women have the worst of it overall, so that’s why I support them overall. I don’t support them all, or in everything, because I don’t believe they are always right. That is the greenYgrey! In Sin City, it showed a cross-section of women as well as men, with some nice ones to help, some strong ones to ally with, and some crooked ‘vamp’ ones to avoid – I just read them called vamps, and was thinking it might be an unconscious inspiration for chapter 4 of XaW Files!

Theresa May Poetic Display

While I didn’t like Margaret Thatcher I quite like Theresa May, as a politician. While I’m a socialist at heart, I think the Con-Dem alliance steadied the good ship Blighty after New Labour, and seem to have the best policies overall for the country now.

The Momentum left try to ignore all the negative effects of mass immigration, such as the social and environmental impact, and terrorism threat; and even the Green Party espoused sacrificing the green belt at the last election. I’ve heard news reports of mass building on the green belt anyway, so it seems as if the flow of humanity cannot be contained, and it will continue destroying the environment and causing the sixth mass extinction in Britain as it is in most of the world.

If you’re nice and intelligent enough to agree with me, please don’t feel sad, and especially don’t think of killing yourself to help the planet. The world needs you, and you can do more for it alive than dead. Our forms are all just atoms and energy anyway, and when we die we just reform as other creations. The life we share the world with is us, and we are them. The world and universe will continue, whether there are humans or animals here to experience and witness it or not.

This is my reality, and if you read me through filters of fools, then you will view me as a reflection of foolishness. I don’t expect Establishment reward for my writing, but it’d be nice to know that you view me through cleansed Doors of Perception (William Blake). Don’t worship me, worship yourself. As Blake recommended, create your own identity and make it into your religion if you like.

Running Ambition Achieved

I almost forgot that I’d achieved my ambition to run 5 marathons over 12 years, with 3 years in-between this year in lovely Latvia.

I did it after recovering from childhood asthma, and without having a new inhaler since I can remember: either the whole 12 years or ten of them. I don’t want to be negative towards athletes and cyclists who’ve received awards while using TUEs, such as my fellow working-class man Sir Bradley Wiggins, but I think I did quite well, and it’s a shame some of the Double Negatives spoilt the charity fundraising I’d have liked to have raised.

There’s lot’s of charities now anyway, and lots more impressive endurance athletes. However, I did what I set out to achieve, and despite the Double Negatives trying to spoil it – with stress and depression medically acknowledged as affecting the body.

So thanks for making my achievement a little more remarkable, and me a little stronger! The physical downside was probably balanced by making me more determined anyway!!

The People’s Doctor 2003 – 2016

There May
add sa
Theresa May
be stubble
on New Year’s Day
no gong
for the greenYgrey
enduring 13
years werewolf way
some politicians
milked in-out tray
for people
I had my say
Philosophy Doctor
modernity stray
but humanity
cannot sway
total domination
come what may.

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New Year Nostalgia Not Mirrored by Vampire

Thanks for your standing ovation response to the last XaW Files episode. I think the chapter and book both just get better from here though, as they both near their conclusions… although the book of course has another four chapters to go. This episode has another connection to previous chapters, as the last one did, threading together the downward journey with this one returning northwards. Athens was the most southerly point of the Euro trek, and it now heads north; west before east; returning to reminisce about Chapter 2 on the border of Finland. There’s a lot of fantasy fiction rambling before then though.

First in this chapter, there’s some comedy wordplay revolving around Love the mixed-up vole, our anagram star, and one of its rhyming relatives. Then the travel questers meet somebody they suspect of being a vampire, through recent experience and name. Is everything as clear as it seems though, because as this blog post’s title reminded me, there’s nothing as clear as a vampire’s stare… in a mirror… (because vampires don’t reflect).

That’s enough reflection for now, and here’s the next episode of XaW Files, with the chapter heating up towards its finale in a few episodes:

Chapter 5 Episode 17

‘Let’s look for Love,’ Cecilie’s semi-soliloquy awoke me from my philosophy.

I thought of the missing Mary and Jack, before asking if Love was lost too.

‘Yessiree,’ replied Cecilie, ‘we seem to have lost our only Love.’

‘It can’t be far,’ I said, ‘it’s only a vole, and not a deep burrower like a mole.’

Visiting Vukovar Volunteer Voleyball Varsity

We searched for a little while, before hearing frisky volish sounds emanating from the Fruska Gora national park.

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So we followed the noise, and it led us to a court that seemed to be like those used for volleyball in the human world, only this one was for voles, so it was much smaller.

Love was playing for one team, and I was glad to see it was the Vuks. They were playing against the Vars for the Varsity Cup. I was told by a local spectator that the Vuks had never won, and that’s why Love had volunteered to play.

Is Sassy Drakulić Mary’s Vampire?

‘Are you the greenYgrey?’ another local spectator asked me.

‘Yes, I am,’ I replied unusually warily, differing from my normal wereily.

‘I thought so,’ said the mysterious stranger, ‘my name is Sassy Drakulić, and I met your good friend Mary Wolfstonecraft on her way to meet you in Hungary many moons ago. She told me you might all be passing this way on the return journey, and I hoped to see her again with you.’

‘I’m sorry Sassy,’ I replied, ‘but Mary was abducted by the target of our top travel quest, and their whereabouts are at this moment unknown to us. We are trying to find them though, and will be heading west to search for them as soon as we have finished helping our friend Skinner search for Marko Vukcic. Actually, I do now remember Mary saying she’d met a nice sexy vampire in Croatia upon our start of Chapter 4 reunion in Hungary.’

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Have the greenYgrey and travelling companions pulled into another fantasy vampire hotbed? Tune in to the next thrilling episode, where all will be revealed.


Sassy Drakulić inspired by Saša Drakulić, who lost his career after helping friends out:

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End of Year Nostalgia Mirrored in Cross-Border Maps Gazing from Croatia

There’s nothing like a good ramble to blow the Christmas cobwebs away, and if you can’t be bothered going out, then the next episode of XaW Files: Beyond Humanity must be the next best thing.

It contains the usual mixture of poetry and prose, and maps travel and wordplay comedy. Perhaps fittingly in this time of looking back over the year, it looks over the border remembering the route travelled in the last chapter. There’s no donkeys, but they do find a zebra in Zagreb!

Chapter 5 Episode 16

When I saw the Serbia border
I realised Vukovar
was in Croatia’s east by far
and away from Slovenia
the way our ramble seemed
to be taking us to the west
I had a lot of writing left of the map
but our search for Marko Vukcic
had brought us to right write
in Croatia’s distant corner.


Clasping Control of Contemplation

Looking east was like time-travelling into the previous chapter, when our vampire plot took off. A quick search on Google Maps showed me Cluj-Napoca was just beyond Serbia’s relatively narrow north, just over 500 kilometres or 350 miles away.

I wondered if there were more Battle of the Bands competitions taking place there, and if there were new musical games being played by vampire and were.

Now, our original Sava-sized-search for Andy Wolfhol seemed to have branched off into a tributary looking for a detective protagonist’s accomplice that we hadn’t heard of before this journey. But we had also made contact with our Wolfhol, or what was left of him, and at least knew something of what had become of him.

Sombor is not Sombre

It was a sobering thought, and so was looking just over the border, for there lay Sombor in Serbia. Beyond Somber, Hungary’s western border was only about twenty miles or thirty kilometres. It was hard to believe we’d entered Chapter 4 without a real plot idea, and had now branched off into another search.

I’m hopefullYsure, in greenYgrey parlez, we’ll return to the main plot nearer the end of the book.

My sombority was momentarily lifted when sombority seemed to work as a word, only for a red line to appear underneath after a couple of seconds time delay, declaring it a non-word. Well, maybe it is now… or will be in the future!

Then I read that Sombor’s airport has the least number of foggy days in the country, and saw nice sunny images of its waterways.


So I thought it is yet another example of how you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

Maybe it was my sombreness that saw Sombor as sombre, as in the other idiom about beauty being in the eyes of the beholder. Somber only sounds sombre in English anyway, and not in its own language.

I thought that the thrilling finish to this tributary plot would take place in this chapter, but I had seen out another day, or episode in your language, and held any dangers at bay. However, it did mean I wouldn’t have time to see the g-zebra I’d found in Zagreb… although I did later see images of the Zebra bar in Zagreb!

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Vinkovci Seal 3 x 3 x 3 GreenYgreyology Revision Advance

The exciting new self-parody academic field of greenYgreyology hardly ever stands still, despite moving into the POP age, with new material presented and debated right here in the greenYgrey3 blog. The greenYgrey time is now like archaeology in the human world, with POP the modern history.

Memory Brings Find and Revision

After posting the latest XaW Files episode yesterday I remembered that I’d originally intended to post the Vinkovci crest within the poem. Then, when I read the poem and looked at the seal again today, after enlarging it to post here, I noticed the grain looked green, meaning the complete three colours of greenYgrey were in fact in the seal, whereas at the time of writing the poem I hadn’t seen the green.

So the three colours of greenYgrey added to the three images of three items means it’s a 3 x 3 x 3 which is the date… tomorrow!

Official seal of Vinkovci

We first vacationed in Vinkovci
under a seal of three times three times three
including my colours green, yellow and grey
the latter colour also looks three-dimensional
separating grapes, maize and birds diversity.

If the correction makes you doubt the quality control of the book, well, science is always testing and correcting itself, and travel writing is more about capturing personal feelings and experiences than accurate data… especially when it’s by web maps!

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Christmas Message and Sitcom Addition

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays whatever you celebrate as long as you do it in a nice ethical way, and especially to great greenYgreyliens, AAWsomes and POPolutionaries. It was great to see some pristine POP photos over the Winter Solstice, and even some great gYgPOPing ones, such as a greenygrey sign pointing towards a POP twilight in Yorkshire. Was it a message from the human world to the gYgPOP one. Maybe we’ll never know!?

As ABBA’s Chiquitita plays on TOTP2 on Christmas Gold, there are self-parody rumours in the gYgPOP world that Blondie are going to upgrade their French Kissing in the U.S.A. song to gYgPOPing in the U.S.A. (and U.K. for the U.K.).

Christmas Message – To the Letter

I think there’s nothing better I can give you for Christmas than the next episode of XAW Files: Beyond Humanity., possibly the most important feminist book since Mary Wollstonecraft and Simone de Bouvoire, and perhaps the first that cuts the word out of wordplay, keeping to the letter of the XAW.

Anyway, today is not the day for literary claims, and I hope you enjoy this episode as part of your festive day or long lazy weekend. It’s not a Christmas special, but I think is a very good one, as are all or nearly all the 202 episodes written from searching as far into the mind as possible, mixing poetry and prose.

Chapter 5 Episode 15

‘Odžak,’ said Love.

‘Yes, it is odd that,’ I replied, still thinking about thinking, rather than misunderstanding Love, as I was fully conscious of the sign Love was reading.

‘The border’s not far away now,’ continued Love.

‘Yes, and Vukovar is not far over the border,’ I replied. ‘Vukovar looks and sounds more and more like wolf or war the closer we get Love. Yes, very odd. It is certainly odd that.’


Crossing into Croatia over the Bosnia Border

Crossed Sava
volunteered Stella
initial consonant S-clubber
a vowel ender
alliteration rhymer.

We first vacationed in Vinkovci
I liked their seal of three times three
no green, only yellow and grey
but it’s the characters that caught my eye
grapes, maize and birds in mid-flight.

Then it was time for vowelacation
backtracking two vowel steps from i to a (i-e-a)
and the same amount of alphabet letters from n to l (n-m-l)
we travelled from Vin to Val to tell u this was the
birthplace of Roman emperors Valentinian I and Valens.

Relković wrote local dithyrambic verses
reminding me of greenYgrey rambles
he didn’t have great literary talent
but his Enlightenment Satir was fluent
and his writing helped preserve his dialect.

Vinkovci to Vukovar
Love’s V doubled up with Skinner
twice as fast travelling V-kov
cut each name by about half
needing less time to recover.

May need to differentiate between names new
how about calling them V-kov one and two
but there’s also two roads linking the cities
gotta decide which towns to go through
Marinci to the north or Mirkovci down below.


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Winter Solstice Special Blog and XaW Files Episode

The latest sunrise in the northern hemisphere has risen, and we are now living the shortest day, with the actual change happening at about 10.44 G.M.T. according to Carol Kirkwood on this morning’s Beeb breakfast news from Stonehenge. C.K. is doing great for 54, and I remember she preferred werewolves to vampires in a choice-between-two questionnaire, but is of course well outside the goldilocks zone of 21-40.

Did you spot the only mistake in yesterday’s free thought blog post, where I wrote Christian instead of Christianity once. Sorry to any people called Christian out there who might have thought I was singling them out.

Winter Solstice in Leeds

It was cloudy in Leeds for the Winter Solstice, as forecast. The eastern sky where the sun rises did turn a mild mixture of PinkyOrangePurple, starting off pink, then going a blend of the three, as if in POP harmony.

It was kind of like an album cover I listened to yesterday, with perhaps a little milder shade of colours, and which inspired a special lovely Winter Solstice screenshot today:


Here’s the next episode of XaW Files: Beyond Humanity, probably the best fantasy fiction new age paganism book since J.K. Rowling stormed the publishing world, or for the boys/chaps/brothers, William Blake-inspired Philip Pullman.

Love the Jesus Christ story, enjoy magical Santa Claus, question modern monotheism when it is one-dimensional…

There’s still time to Rage Against the monotheist Machine!

Chapter 5 Episode 14

‘Vukovar, Vukovar
where they want
wolf not war!’

Were back On The Road, and were in good voice… the others didn’t sound bad either, wordplaying on were if you care! I thought I sounded better than my jokes, but can only transport my thoughts from the XaW Files world to the greenYgrey, and onto Earth screen and paper.

My melodies stay on tour! Inspired by David Mellor’s thoughts on Jeremy Clarkson allegedly punching a producer! That’s me highlighting that most men, including (ex) government ministers, perhaps especially (X) government ministers, still consider themselves a part of the ‘boys/chaps/brothers club’.

Some women seem to expect and accept it, including the wives of government ministers, perhaps especially the wives of government ministers!

Some women are also just as bad, before women think I’m trying to be too nice to them; and the more power they have, the more likely it is.

Like I’ve said before, I don’t care how anybody behaves as long as they are ethical about it; with wildness and promiscuity great with me, as long as they are doing it openly and honestly.

I can’t claim to have always behaved the way I now propose, but I was more honest and faithful than most of the men I’ve known, who mostly consider themselves a part of the ‘boys on tour’ brigade. I went along with it for most of my life.

It’s a Sort of Song Way to Vukovar

[this gap represents the time I spent travelling in their minds, and then back into mine, exploding like a volcano into a stream of dividing thoughts, most of which cooled before I returned, but I did manage to encapsulate a little of them all in this segment… which I think is an important contribution, and not just a spaced out space filler! And yes, it is the two mugs of coffee drunk coffilosophy time, but it is not always; I wrote the last episode in the evening, having waited for the right write moment all day]

… I knew that Andy Wolfhol was not in Vukovar anymore, or even Andy Wolfhol anymore really, according to the ex-prefix him, but we kept going with hope, for we knew not what awaited us in Vukovar.

Maybe ol’ Wolfhol spread good vibes
before going to Transylvania
where they like to vampirise.

Dejan Lovren once left Zenica
on the way to Croatia,
were carried on a lovely wren called Cecilie
singing our song to the tune of Tipperary.

Zenica to the Border

Writing seems to justify absent-minded thinking – time spent in the void while travelling or at home. Or maybe the writing inspires the thinking and travelling; or maybe the thinking comes first, followed by the travelling and writing; in a which came first chickenyeggy type of way.

I suppose it depends on the individual. Some people are born into travelling childhoods, so the travelling comes first, and the same goes for those born into literary families. I guess we all think, but we all think differently. Some people don’t think about travelling, or writing their thoughts down, and if that’s the way their minds work, then that’s probably the best for them.

For most of humanity’s history, if you believe evolution theory anyway, there was no writing. So humanity did okay without writing their thoughts down then. But once writing was invented it looks like it helped those tribal cultures who adopted it.

Is it helping me? I don’t know. Hopefully. It’s probably better than watching television, but some people would say that if I was really living life I wouldn’t have time to write. There are times I have felt like that On The Road; when I did write instead of doing something more fun or interesting; put the pen and paper before human interaction; ink and deadwood before life and experience. But there were times when I should have done more writing than living… or at least I wished so later!

It’s hard to find the right balance; predicting what’s for the best always seems a tough test, even for an experienced greenYgrey rambler.

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