In yesterday’s spontaneous prose stream of consciousness blog I thought little of adding that the i of Blighty isn’t in the symbiotic middle, as the Y of greenYgrey isn’t, in contrast to the precision aimed for by ancient cultures such as the sun-worshipping ones in modern Egypt and Peru that had similar thoughts and architecture despite being on different sides of the Atlantic and not having any known contact with each other.
Rider on the POP (PinkyOrangePurple – paraphrasing Doors’ Riders of the Storm) Horizon
My imprecision could be symbolic of my ADHD mind, and I would have been happy to just write that before, but now I think the double-negatives will take it the wrong way, or at least spin it negatively: that my imprecision is not an easygoing self-parody joke, or something I noticed afterwards, it’s something I tried to do but failed, proof of my ineptitude and stupidity; that I shouldn’t have been made a Phd etc; an example of white/male privilege to the non-whites/non-males, positive discrimination to the higher classes, or a Jewish conspiracy to the far-right (who don’t know that Judaism is a form of monotheism – what I’ve been criticising the most in my creative writing, because I think it causes a lot of conflicts and wars; although the ‘peaceniks’ who fight for Islam won’t believe me!).
At 8.10am the above pales into insignificance, for there is a peautiful (new word meant) POP horizon, with grey cloud made purple providing the base, below white cloud made pinky-orange. Above that, the sky is big sky blue, apart from a few small clouds made POP.
Y Spark of Grandmaster Genius (GG reminding my of the original Greenygrey)
After writing yesterday’s blog post I went for a run, and was delighted to see some sun in a mostly cloudy sky. After lunch I watched The Grandmaster for the second time, realising towards the end of the first time that I hadn’t taken it in enough.
Doing the work for the double-negatives, as I’ve often done before, to make our ‘battle of wills’ (The Grandmaster inspiration) more even, they will probably make out that it’s because it’s a Weinstein movie (seeing it was his company’s movie as well as Southpaw made me realise they’ve made some great movies, not really knowing of him until the scandal) or that I’m just watching it for the fighting/action.
In fact, I was more interested in the relationships and philosophy of Gong Er (played beautifully by Ziyi Zhang with the help of typically Chinese (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon etc, also Ziyi Zhang I just noticed!) evocative filmography – on a par with the Nordic blonde and English rose types for my personal taste).
During the movie; one of the reasons I didn’t take the subtitled film in enough the first time is that I daydream like this; I suddenly thought that after yesterday writing in this blog that Blighty isn’t precisely in the middle of Egypt and Peru like the symbiosis those cultures aimed for in their architecture, that Iceland was much more in the middle of them than Britain, and that is of course where I ended the greenYgrey story, directed by the muse (maybe my mistYmuse, but I can’t remember off-hand if it was written between the 21sts of November and March).
Moreover, I’d started focusing on the I of Blighty, following a stream of consciousness from the I of me, and I is of course the capital letter of Iceland! I think that’s what made me think of Iceland during the movie – first of all thinking about the I.
Y-I North-East Comedy Spark
The above happened at about 3.30pm, and I thought that would be it for the day, and my ruminations on the blog. However, at about 8.45pm, while watching The Secrets of Quantum Physics on the BBC for the second time I suddenly thought that the Y-I focus of the blog post sounded like the ‘why-aye’ used to enthusiastically say yes in the north-east.
I think I learnt the phrase most from The Likely Lads, only finding out recently after he’d passed away, that one of them, Rodney Bewes, was a Yorkshireman.
Moreover, the subject of the documentary, how light photons are a law unto themselves, beyond scientific control, proving Nils Bohr right above Albert Einstein, made me wonder if my post-blog thoughts had been sparked by my time in the sun on my lunch-time run: fresh enlightenment to refresh the foundation.
Had the new light particles stirred the old up, sparking new life, beyond my control or planning, sending new neural connections down into my conscious mind, like the snow scenes in The Grandmaster, where Gong Er learnt from her father by observing and learning.
I’d recently commented on an article about how biophotons work when we’re sleeping, but still didn’t know exactly what they are until watching the documentary again last night. I think there’s quite a lot available on YouTube if you can’t watch it on the BBC (only UK).