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Reluctantly Enlightened World Experiencer: Putting Pseudo-Alphas in Their Place, with 1994 Native Bolivian Solstice Photos

In my list of inspirations for staying out of trouble yesterday, and ignoring the baiters; Nietzsche superman, Martial Arts control and Christian turning the other cheek; I forgot Buddhist Enlightenment. For most of my travels and university life I was more into lazing and partying than learning and participating, but I usually went along with it as much as my mind would, learnt what I could and added it to my life experience.

My Life, My Mind, My Writing

Some things I chose to do myself, either learning about them from the media or other people; while other things I followed others; the good I followed didn’t expect anything in return, the bad amongst them seemed to think they were buying shares in me, like an investment banker; yes, they were mostly from the fake university and counterculture localities, epitomised by Russell Brand, who think they are so above everybody else they replace a plain and simple cash economy for a favours one, and as they are so at the top as pseudo-alphas of their pseudo communities they think every body owes them, and they owe nobody!

I did have some nice times in the Yorkshire countryside with them, and at parties they threw (I now view the parties as their  investments attempts, and saw them then as power plays), on their initiative, but that was all, and it was just stuff I’d done before all my life, and all around the world; adding to my life experiences rather than a ‘big bang’ or ‘revolution’.

I grew up in a small town with a hippy commune on its doorstep, and lots of counterculture people in the hills surrounding it; and their offspring; who’d dropped out and escaped there in the 1960s and 1970s. After getting into rock and metal in 1980, I always had one foot in the ‘town’ and one in the ‘counterculture’, until giving it up altogether around 2000.

Adding another space-life metaphor, to my ‘Event Horizon’ for that time when you’re drunk at the point of being paralytic, and want to stay there, and think you can, but the gravity drag of oblivion is too strong; or the greenYgrey world starting with a BB and ending with a supernova.

The metaphor is that I think I and most people feed off other people that inspire them; or irritate them, as negative energy can work the other way, propelling you in a different direction; as humanity has learnt to use the gravity of other planets as a kind of slingshot to propel their craft faster and farther, such as Cassini, which used Venus as a gravity assist to fuel it to the outer solar system, where it found geyser plumes on Enceladus and methane lakes on Titan.

As an aid to memory
remembering greenYgrey history
with acronymony rather than acrimony
geyser plumes on Enceledus is GPE
neighbour to general post office GPO
while methane lakes on Titan is MLT
like a moon to bacon. lettuce. tomato BLT.
(The first greenYgrey ramble remembered North America by acronym creation)

Voyager 2 also did this:

I’ve met some nice and inspiring people during the greenYgrey years, such as younger members of my demographic in work such as PS and LM, who I think need ‘Google-style work environments’ to be happy and fulfil their potential; and higher managers like S and C, or junior managers like N and K, who were nice to the end; like me and Asperger’s sufferer Chris Packham, as he said in his documentary, and I’ve hinted at before in my blog posts and of course my greenYgrey trilogy travelled mostly by Google Maps.

I thought Google opening a digital garage in the city I live in, the city of [Chilis song]) might be my ticket out, but a non-white-male similar to bullies at university who consider you racist if you don’t do what they want, and gay if you do (their homophobia) dampened the enthusiasm of a woman who’d been positive, by saying it was making fun of people and places – an example of the political correctness that only seems to work one way, and why I now largely distrust and dislike that demographic, when I was very positive towards them until Multicultural Fascism, and working with them at university and in their locality (where white people don’t usually want to go, as they face constant prejudice and persecution by some, while others from their local demographics are nice and positive, and some are even critical of the new immigrants just wanting an easy time, when they arrived in the Windrush 1950s, when the Establishment was sending white British children to be abused elsewhere in the Commonwealth – making me wonder if New Labour’s Multicultural Fascism in the 1990s was the end game of a mixing ethnicities Establishment policy started in the 1950s – maybe intended for good reasons in response to the Nazis one-race policy, but often causing and ending in sadistic child abuse no better than the Nazis, and the race tensions, conflicts and terrorism threats now).

Time for New Inspiration: such as Evo Morales

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I have tried to be a man-of-the-people, and servant to women, but I feel that now I must try to write from where I feel my head is, in the enlightened clear sky above the clouds of culture; rising above the Islamism that the Establishment is trying to introduce as the next big cloud; keeping the masses in the dark battling about whose monotheistic god is the best, while the elite hold on to their greater knowledge and truth, from a time before that, when humanity thanked the sun during the day, and studied the stars at night.

In 1994 I went to my first ‘pagan’ prehistoric site, not having got to the Stonehenge Festival, as many ‘hippies’ from my town did each year. The native Bolivians on the edge of La Paz just used plants for their solstice rituals at Tiwanaku, replacing animal sacrifices, showing a civil consideration many other religions (kosher and halal barbaric killing policies) could learn from.

I was delighted native Bolivian, Evo Morales, was elected president in 2006, twelve years after my visit, and is still in office. I would have liked to have been like that with my writing, but the British Establishment doesn’t seem as benign as the Bolivian, and/or the British people not as strong and/or intelligent! Multicultural Fascism clouded out class identity and communities, and the media call native white rights racist!!

As I remember it I heard about it from other travellers in the hotel I was staying at, and went with them, quite reluctant to get up early to catch the bus out to the site (same for the El Choro trek) for the two-hours journey west to Tiwanaku, more interested in watching the 1994 World Cup, but I would be back for the games that day. Here’s some photos:

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Culture Clouds Civil Wars: Pestminster Battle 4 Blighty Between Old and New Waves of Groomers

I write everything here from my memory and recent prompts, and if I haven’t edited straight afterwards, correct everything from the mistakes re-entering my consciousness. Nobody else has any input. I know I’m a victim of my own self-proclaimed genius, with the right thinking the left are helping me, and vice-versa; those in my life now thinking those from the past are helping me, and vice-versa; and probably those who are religious and devilish thinking the same.

After thinking about culture clouds yesterday after blogging, obscuring the truth from humanity, this morning I could look at the sun; I think quite safely but am not sure how safe, and please don’t follow my lead on it unless sure; because it was not bright, but was visible behind lightish grey clouds, making me add to yesterday’s thoughts, that sometimes (culture) clouds can help us see things that are otherwise out of sight.

Establishment Devil Worshippers v Counter Culture Satanists

If you believe David Icke, who thinks the World (and British) Establishment is run by devil worshippers, and group Russell Brand in with the counterculture he seems to be in, who have had Sympathy for the Devil from the Rolling Stones to The Pretty Reckless, then Brand leading the Anonymice black-clothed destructors on Westminster, now dubbed Pestminster by others, seems to be a Devilish civil war.

Being an agnostic bordering on atheism I don’t believe in any of it really, looking beyond monotheism for my universal truth. Funnily enough, so do the Freemasons apparently, as they look for inspiration more to the pre-Abrahamic-monotheistic sun-worshipping Egyptians who built the pyramids.

Beyond Humanity

Looking back at my Derren Brown Fans Alert blog post from a few days ago; I don’t know if it was more because I felt something was wrong, or that I like reading my own writing, in a self-proclaimed genius kind of way, written here with self-parody; the neutron stars combining was of course the end of the greenYgrey world (admitting my spontaneous prose stream of consciousness mistake), and I should have included an image representing the Universe Big Bang before the greenYgrey world Big Bang photo representation. Here’s three to make up for it:

The greenYgrey one:

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The gYgPOP (greenYgrey PinkyOrangePurple) One:

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The Return to Humanity One:

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The above image reminded me that I once joked in a self-parody way that maybe they’d build such a statue to me one day, in one of the woods where I had my greenYgrey epiphany. I think this greenYgrey world Big Bang representation is Woodhouse Ridge in Leeds, but I also sat, hiked and ran farther along the Meanwood Valley, to the Hollies and beyond the North Circular; training for my first marathon and enjoying getting away from the city, university, civilisation and lots of people (although I knew deep down I was still one… I could pretend otherwise while running like a wolf… running from humanity psychologically… but knowing I had to return… only I would return refreshed… ready for more battles and bullshit I didn’t want!).

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Around that time (birth of greenYgreyism, starting as Greenygrey) I also submerged myself in Meanwood Beck one Christmas Day morning, which was kind of the start of my greenYgrey years looking back, but I didn’t know where it was going, or how long it would last.

More Derren Brown Recall Relevance

After looking back at that Derren Brown title blog post again I also noticed that the collage was from a travel feature on Iceland, which is of course where the greenYgrey story ended.

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In that recent blog post I had of course written that this wall looked like the sunrise or start of the greenYgrey world, so the Iceland relevance is the wrong way around, as it should have been on the end or sunset wall.

I watched J.K. Rowling (admirable inspiration for greenYgrey fiction correspondent G.G. Howling) have a similar experience last night in the Harry Potter: A History of Magic documentary. Funnily enough, the Freemasons were involved again, as it was thinking her Deathly Hallows symbol had been influenced by the Masonic emblem featured in the classic movie based on a Rudyard Kipling novel, The Man Who Would Be King; the story ironically (my irony) covered by Rupert Murdoch (new eco-warrior ocean rescue hero)’s  The Sun last week.

I’d also joked about that movie at the time (pre-birth-greenYgrey); joking I was the new Man Who Would Be King, but not of some far off country, but dear ol’ Blighty! Maybe the Establishment heard about it and took it seriously!!

As a little personal Freemasons footnote, a few weeks ago I had a few minutes left in the library before going to work, and inspired by recently seeing Dan Brown on television promoting his new book Origin I flicked through a biography about him, The Dan Brown Enigma I think, and one of first things I found deep in the book was the sun’s significance to the Freemasons, via the ancient Egyptians.

J.K. said she thought it stuck in her mind as she received news of her mother’s death at the time; and that sense of loss inspired such storylines in Harry Potter. I was also suffering loss at the time, but not an actual death, although I was having to mentally kill off a lot of my life at the time, and memories of a lot of my previous years.

They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and I think I am now; as well as colder and more psychopathic; but not to the point of killing; just enough to survive in the modern world; and part of that is not to react at all, in a Nietzsche superman kind of way, or Martial Arts control, or Christian turning the other cheek.

This memoir was published as The Guns N’ Roses Worker-Traveller, and like Marc Latham’s other books is available to buy or borrow on Amazon and some great big bookshops.

Derren Brown Fans Alert: Leeds Woodhouse Bedroom Big Bang of greenYgrey World

As the universe is said to have started with a Big Bang explosion, and is forecast to end by imploding, I found the same kind of evidence for the greenYgrey world I created online over a decade ago, and that spawned a trilogy of educative fantasy fiction travel quest parody comedy books with an animal welfare, environmental and equality message in old photos of local woods at twilight time and my bedroom wall.

PinkyOrangePurple and greenYgrey

The greenYgrey world ended with the onset of PinkyOrangePurple (POP), merging like recent evidence of two neutron stars crashing into each other in what is called a kilonova, felt through gravity waves reaching Earth

Illustration of two stars merging

Here’s the greenYgrey world version, photographed in the mid-noughties:

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Building Blocks of the greenYgrey World

As life on Earth is said to have evolved from basic chemical building blocks, most of the common themes of the greenYgrey world over the past decade can be seen on my bedroom walls from that time in the mid-noughties.

This wall, which could be seen as the birth or sunrise of the greenYgrey world, features a beautiful woman on top from the FHM calendar; as Debbie Harry was the greenYgrey goddess, Kate Moss the Queen, and the final age the ABBBA one, most influenced by Agnetha; a painting of the sun I did in 2003 and a collage of sunlight through trees from the Traveller magazine, travelling inland from the sea:

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This wall, which could be seen now as the end or sunset, has a Leeds United scarf (more proof of who I support, and proof against those who say I’m only pretending to be a Leeds fan for profit, privilege or cowardice!) and a running medal above a woman on a beach and Debbie Harry herself. Another woman is above an astronaut from an IMAX space film I watched. Then there’s a gYgPOP twilight scene from the Apocalypse Now movie above an Independent newspaper map of the 21st century world.

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I saw these photos for the first time in years, maybe the full ten (?), while scanning the other photos, and was surprised to see how they mirrored the greenYgrey world so much, and seemed to have set the scene for it; in a Derren Brown kind of way!

In my conscious mind, I had no plans to end the greengYrey trilogy with a POP twilight times scene until studying several sunrises; and noticing they are pink, orange and purple rather than actually red; and that could be used within the XaW Files travel quest theme of searching for our Andy Warhol, Andy Wolfhol, famous for pop art.

Likewise, I had no plans to end the trilogy in Iceland when I took the XaW Files cover star photo of the sunset looking out to the west from Norway: towards Iceland!

This memoir was published as The Guns N’ Roses Worker-Traveller, and like Marc Latham’s other books is available to buy or borrow on Amazon and some great big bookshops.

Blue Planet II 2nd to greenYgrey3, as Sir David Attenborough is to Me, like capybara is to coati

Blue Planet II showed the sea world is fascinating, but still second to land. The same goes for the presenter, Sir David Attenborough, who’s improving with age…
but the youngster still has some way to go before rivalling me,
as proved by my self-proclaimed genius blog post title poetry,
adding another line to return to the title with another three.

Introduction Explanation

Just a little self-parody comedy intro there about Sir David Attenborough, who’s of course a legend who’s done wonders for awareness of the natural world, and also agrees with me; or I agree with him is probably more accurate, along with Rupert Murdoch; that humanity is destroying the planet and animal world with overpopulation and unnecessary waste.

Although there are lots of ingenious and beautiful creatures under the waves I still prefer the land ones, and especially the furry ones, such as cute coy coatis and cantankerous cuddly capybaras. While the Bolivian El Choro trek was independent, my time in the Brazilian Pantanal wetlands was on an organised safari, arranged after crossing the border by train from Bolivia.

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Brazilian Pantanal Animals Photos

Coati living free:

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Capybara in verdant shelter:

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There were also my old friends, monkeys:

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XaW Files: Beyond Humanity has an animal welfare and environmental awareness theme, as I’ve had since my teenage years, although with different levels of importance, such as putting it to one side for most of my twenties spent travelling, before rising again in university and the advent of blogging, when I thought I may be able to do my bit for the planet, like Sir David Attenborough. It was therefore prominent for the whole of my greenYgrey decade, culminating in XaW Files:

I Am Media: Conspiracy Eggs

One of academic philosopher Mark Rowlands’s books is Everything I Know I learnt from T.VRowlands isn’t being academically precise in the title, but makes the point that you can learn a lot from television, and it’s where most people pick up their world views. In the ‘West’ we seem to have a lot of free information, so have access to enough viewpoints for us to form opinions and think we know as much about our existence as we can.

Beyond the Extremes: Chicken and Egg

When I went to university I wanted to know as much as possible, including like Gary McKinnon what was in Area 51 in the U.S.A, and if there was knowledge of life beyond our world.

I guess I thought it was safe then, but 9/11 and what followed showed that government secrets are necessary. Conspiracy theorists probably argue that was one of the reasons somebody in the ‘West’ did it, along with creating justification for a global military clampdown, but I don’t think the following decade in American politics and international affairs suggests that was the case.

Media Lucky in Blighty and the West

I apparently grew up in the golden age of British children’s television, and think I did in the golden age of comedy too, with many great sitcoms in the 1970s and 1980s. I think there’s enough choice in the media, with the internet and multiple channels (like Quest, Eden and Sky Ocean Rescue [although Rupert Murdoch seems to have been a ‘baddie’ for most of his life in the eyes of the world I welcome Sky joining the environmental battle, as Richard Flanagan did a businessman protecting forests in Tasmania]) providing choice and specialist interest.

While I mentioned the BBC and Hollywood in my criticism yesterday it was with a heavy heart rather than vindictiveness, as they’ve provided most of my entertainment, and a lot of my general knowledge in my life.

Look North Conspiracy?

As nobody else was blamed for the Jimmy Savile years in the BBC I can’t help wondering if there are still such elements controlling operations. Those suspicions were heightened when Harry Gration and Paul Hudson went on a sponsored walk around Yorkshire not long after the Savile years were publicised, and said in the studio that it was suggested from above.

While my charity fundraising, and grooming scandal criticism, wasn’t getting much attention after twelve years of endurance running and freelance blogging, it seemed ironic that the BBC, home of Savile, sent out two middle-aged/old men and the public flocked to them as if there had never been any scandal at the BBC: like Russell Brand being Stylist women’s magazine’s man of 2017!

I don’t think Gration and Hudson were involved in any conspiracy (and especially not Keeley Donovan, local superAAW, who I’m glad to see seems to have been promoted to presenter, as well as getting engaged to be married), and beyond the conspiracy think it was great they did the fundraising, and that people supported them, but within the conspiracy at the BBC, because nobody was blamed for Savile, could have been symbolic tools of evil power people like Savile; I.S. and Weinstein; who think the ‘masses’ are easily manipulated for their entertainment and service.

I write this in hope that Blighty is emerging from that era, with more truth and information, but fear more waves of it, especially from mass immigration and multicultural fascism, as the inside children’s homes scandals of the 1950s – 1980s were replaced by outside children’s homes scandals from the 1980s -2010s.

Will Blighty ever be safe for children? Not with more immigration and cuts I fear, in a stormy seas scenario, rather than the calm reservoir needed. That’s why I continue to write about it, and watch television as much as possible, following my PhD in Communications (mostly media) Studies in 2005.

Doctor Who Am I?

One of my favourite programmes and earliest sci-fi inspirations when young was Doctor Who, on a Saturday evening after Grandstand (sports programme) I think. The newest Doctor Who team of doctor and assistant, Jodie Whittaker and Bradley Walsh, role reversing younger woman and older man, kind of symbolises how I’ve been blogging, and my main target audience, over the last twelve years.

My writing has evolved to being more complex than that, psychologically scientific rather than sci-fi scientific, but I’m sure there’s going to be lots of knowledge and philosophy contained in the series, and especially for the young audience Doctor Who is aimed at. I think Bradley Walsh is a safe option for an older man in the series.

Sorry to Stylist, which I generally enjoy reading, and all his female fans, but I still don’t think the same for Penguin publishers’ choice of Russell Brand to retell the Pied Piper story!

For those who think I’m jealous of Brand, or anti-hippy, here’s some images from my ‘counter-culture’ time in South America in 1994 chasing the same kind of mind dreams and world knowledge that Brand and his followers seem to want; perhaps an early influence on my greenYgrey concept theme for my writing site!?:

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Marc Latham’s books are available on Amazon.

Queen Kate Moss Still Reigns: Unexpected Freedom Show of Unexplained Power

As artificial intelligence technology increases, I wonder if we will one day be able to send all our thoughts into writing, as I recently saw at the Leeds Light festival music being transmitted from thoughts. It’d save me lots of time, because as Chris Packham said in his Asperger’s documentary that his thoughts cascade, mine are overflowing at the moment… with the stimulation of two mugs of coffee.

Leeds Win 3-0 Ending 3 League Games Losing Streak

After I blogged about Leeds United last week they returned to winning ways yesterday, with a 3-0 win. The first two goals were scored by the team’s current most skilful playmaker, Samu Saiz, who is reminiscent of past favourite players of mine, such as Tony Currie and John Sheridan.

With hindsight, I’d compare Peter Lorimer more to Cristiano Ronaldo or Gareth Bale in Europe, rather than Lionel Messi, who is more like Saiz and Currie; and Eddie Gray or Johnny Giles in the great Don Revie Leeds side of the 1960s/70s. I also made a couple of date typos in that post, which hopefully shows it’s coffilosophy stream of thought spontaneous prose.

AAW – Alien New Genius Theory

Waiting for the day’s football highlights, I wanted some stimulating television viewing, and The Unexplained Files (human-alien skeletons with non-human DNA and a mysterious ‘UFO?’ on the Baltic Sea floor last night) wasn’t on Quest until 9pm (the evidence contained in that documentary was meeting the above topics like a confluence, after Chris Packham’s Asperger’s documentary last week reminded me of Gary McKinnon, an Asperger’s ‘sufferer’ who hacked into the Pentagon looking for U.F.O. evidence, as I’d tried to use my university study to ‘find the truth’) but I’m going to dam it until later. As you can hopefully see, rather than looking for topics to blog, I’ve got a backlog, that needs to be categorised, otherwise I’d be here all day!

So I watched the George Michael ‘Freedom’ documentary I’d recorded on Monday night. I didn’t know the greenYgrey world’s Queen Kate Moss was involved, and her powerful introduction showed that she still reigns.

After watching the alien programme, and reading more about it today on Wikipedia (that stream of thought is still flooding the one I’m trying to stay on!) I had a new thought that is the first I know of; yes, I’m claiming it as evidence of my self-proclaimed genius!: could female beauty often being defined by women who have sharp squarish cheekbones be inspired by aliens that once walked the Earth, as told in Inca legends featured last night, and others around the world, and the skeletons with non-human DNA; as described on Wikipedia: ‘not least of which the amount of bones on the head that consisted of four in total that had sharp edges’).

Kate Moss Intro to George Michael 

I wasn’t a fan of George Michael in the 1980s. In fact, Wham were antithesis to me: a pagan warrior metaller! I’ve thought since that it might have been better to be clean and stylish and liked Wham for the women, instead of having long greasy hair most of the time, and scruffy clothes. I did watch The Clothes Show, but that was just because I was a fan of the supermodels!

Who knows, I might have ended up in Primrose Hill in 1990s with Kate and the gang. In reality I didn’t even know about PH then; or don’t remember it anyway, I probably did see about it in tabloids; and was more interested in L.A.s Hollywood and Sunset Boulevard inspired by L.A. Metal.

Ironically, while I didn’t like Wham’s music, it was also their squeaky clean image I didn’t like, and then George Michael went more leftfield and wild than the Hollywood bad boys I revered, and died a death that most of them thankfully escaped.

Watching the documentary last night (I probably wouldn’t have if he was just living a normal happy life, such as with Anselmo [inspired by my previous blog posts this week, I wondered if he looked like me, in a Cantonaesque way!?] and not died from a drugs overdose last year), I related to George Michael’s tragic-tortured artist personality, who likes a certain amount of privacy really, while creating an image to take his fans on a journey with, and wanting to be recognised as a true writer; and being disappointed by rejection and animosity from those in the ‘liberal-left’ (being politically correct) that he was trying to please. Freedom was the name of the documentary, and I really liked that song, its message, and its video.

Debbie Harry of Blondie

Anyway, before Kate Moss there was Debbie Harry of Blondie, goddess of the greenYgrey world; who had similarly striking cheekbones.

As proof of my fan love (number 197 in the Blondie fan club!) for her in the 1970s (because of her looks and voice not name), and one of the first examples I have of my original independent thinking, rather than collecting and constructing as instructed in the comics booklets featured in the last blog post, here’s an image of one of my first self-publishing projects:

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Marc Latham’s books are available on Amazon.

Kazuo Ishiguro Nobel Prize Literature Mistake Agreement Parody

Kazuo Ishiguro won the Nobel Prize for Literature yesterday, and humbly said he thought it was a mistake.
I thought it was a mistake too, as I was sure it was my year!

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Self-Parody Explanation

I thought about including this explanation before, or a self-parody warning, but thought I’d tell the joke first, as it would otherwise spoil it. I didn’t really think I was in with a chance of winning it… but do think I’m capable of deserving it, even if I don’t now.

I made that point in XaW Files (8:15), when adding to Richard Flanagan’s thoughts on how writing empties you in an Imagine documentary, after he’d won the Man Booker Prize; he’d said there was no why, there just was:

Moreover, I have also felt the same as Flanagan: that each book written and published, or even poem or philosophical thought, diminishes you.
With the benefit of time, I think the reason I think that is that the writer is sharing themselves with the world, so that their thoughts and experiences are not all theirs anymore; your mind life is scattered all over the pages and world. This can be good and bad for your psyche and soul, hypothetically, releasing negativity and sharing positivity.
Our books from life experience are also material evidence of time elapsed. We can write a limited amount from personal experience in our finite time. Each book tells the story of a part of our lives that has passed. It has been lived and written.
In childhood and youth we look forward, with our minds and lives to fill with experiences, knowledge and memories. Writing about them is evidence that some have been found and achieved. However, it also shows that your life is not as full as it once was. You have already lived some of your life, and the hard evidence is on your written page; unavoidable evidence that your time in this life has diminished.’

Funnily enough, a quote featured in the FundsForWriters newsletter this week has a similar theme:
Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us.
~American Tibetan Buddhist nun and teacher Pema Chödrön

Parody and Satire Critical Theory High Cost Writing

I think critical writing can be the most costly, and especially self-analysis, self-parody and self-satire; as I try to do, in part so I think I am justified in criticising, parodying and satirising others.

I thought about writing freely that I thought there was a second mistake when they said Kazuo Ishiguro is an Englishman, but now only write it as an example of how I think it is beyond the political correctness line.

Japanese and Jewish (I’m not Either! – self-parody exclamation!!)

As the U.K. left make the ‘racist’ mistake of thinking they can say what they want about Jewish people (not that I’m Jewish!) because they are stereotypically whitish and westernish, the Japanese might seem similarly open to ‘free’ parody, but I know differently.

I know that my parody probably makes it even more unlikely that I won’t win any awards, or get a big publishing deal, but I continue to do it, because it’s what I want to write, and would rather write freely and poorly than censored and richly.

Mainly because I just wanted to, but also to show that I’m not bitter or jealous, except for self-parody comedy reasons seen above, I’ve started reading Ishiguro’s The Buried Giant book. It’s not his most famous work, but it was available, and sounds interesting with a British pagan history timeframe, and a protagonist called Axl (Axl Rose being the lead singer of Guns N’ Roses, the band I named my first book after!).

The Guns N’ Roses Worker-Traveller, XaW Files: Beyond Humanity and my other great coffilosophical (not the first coffilosopher, but the first to name myself such, as far as I know) books are available on Amazon:

 

Happy Solar Eclipse across U.S.A. and Everywhere, Two Months Travelling Thoughts

Looks like everybody’s having a great time waiting for the solar eclipse in the U.S.A. and I hope everything goes well for you on the big day, especially if you’re in the path of totality. It’s an historic occasion, and should be a historic memory for you… which is the kind of good event experience I recommend in my books.

Travel Diary Thoughts

Like arty creations do, I’m fast-forwarding ahead to the end of the batch of diary I wrote about in the last blog post, with an image of the packet the two months of pages were sent in from Crete, after I’d bought an exercise book to write the diary in from then on.

As I discuss in the diary page, I’d tried for work in Pirgos on the south coast and Chania on the north coast of Crete, and was now trying in Paleohora, back on the south coast. It didn’t turn out well for work there either, but I did find good work after that in Platanias, which is just to the west of Chania on the north coast.

This page includes reference to ‘worker-travellers’, which is what I named my book after: The Guns N’ Roses Worker-Traveller. It was quite an idyllic setting, with a tent community living on a nice beach out of season, with campfires at night.

The last paragraph contains some of my thoughts on the first few months of my travelling, and has more evidence of me being on a conscious journey of knowledge and experience seeking, with hopes that they would grow me as a person.

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First Travel Departure 30 Years Anniversary Next Month

Travel 25 years has become 30, with a trip to the beautiful Baltic last year to complete my 12 years – marathon every 3 years until 50 – ambition in riveting Riga, Latvia, continuing to enchanting Estonia (Parnu and Tallinn) and holistic Helsinki, Finland; articles published on TravelThruHistory and available from the above links. I’ve also been on trips around the U.K., from Abbey Wood in Kent to John O’ Groats on the northern tip of Scotland and the U.K., and hobo hiked around Yorkshire and Cleveland.

Hobo Travelling Trip Down Memory Lane… Coastal Path

In May I recaptured some of the ethos of my first trip by hiking and camping from Scarborough to Withernsea through Hornsea (about 55-60 miles over three days). Some of the secluded beaches were particularly reminiscent of some of the European deserts if I ignored the sea to the side (seeing Hornsea’s Marine Bar in the desert was like a movie mirage!); while being able to dip into the sea and waking up to the rising sun reminded me of times living on the beach. The birdlife on the chalk cliffs and stacks from Bempton to Flamborough Head looked truly world-class.

Last month I did an even longer walk from Helmsley to Scarborough (about 90 miles over four days), seeing some nice dales scenery, especially around Hawnby, and walked down the Cleveland Way coastal path from Saltburn-by-the-Sea; a picturesque coastal town like a bigger version of the more southerly villages of Staithes, Runswick Bay and Robin Hood’s Bay either side of Whitby.

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Secluded beaches above Scarborough were a great way to finish the walk on a sunny Sunday, and the town had great food and drink to replenish and refresh (UNESCO site(s) of future after Lake District celebrating award on weekend!?).

 

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Robin Hood’s Bay sunset on last night of my hike.

Guns N’ Roses Reunion Trip down Memory Lane… Balmy Day

My visit to Abbey Wood campsite, an idyllic green space replete with wild parakeets in the trees, was to see Guns N’ Roses at the Olympic Stadium, London, with Duff and Slash rejoining last year for their current very successful world tour. The gig reminded me of Wembley Stadium in 1991, which was also hot and sunny.

I was just getting to know Guns N’ Roses’s Appetite for Destruction this time 30 years ago, and it provided the main soundtrack to my travels.

 

I left on August 25th, 1987, and I’ll hopefully complete this site’s backwards chronology working to that date this year in 2017. My first eleven months journey was originally just supposed to be around Europe, but extended to the Middle-East mainly through a desire for more sunshine warmth over the winter; with tourist sites a secondary factor.

It was immortalised in my memoir The Guns N’ Roses Worker-Traveller, published by Chipmunka, realising an ambition I’d had since reading Jack Kerouac’s On The Road: to travel, keep a diary and write a book about it.

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That fulfilled my writing ambition, but I’ve continued writing for a decade; fulfilling no more ambitions, for there were none; but creating some new concepts, supporting some good causes and improving my writing.

My name is Marc Latham, and I’m still alive. My story is true, and I’ll prove what I can to you…

Trinidad, Cuba Photos and Travel Memories

Trinidad is a nice old colonial town on the south-west coast of Cuba, and is another UNESCO heritage site like its near neighbour Cienfuegos.

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I walked around the cobbled streets and historic buildings (first three photos), and also walked to the Playa Ancon beach (last four photos).

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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).