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Friday, 11 August 2017

Day 2257 - "Fragile as a baby"

All has been very quiet on the Moz front for the past few weeks. It is rumoured that he is in France, with the new elpee being mixed at La Fabrique studios in France. A photo-tweet posted by producer Joe Chiccarelli from La Fab has perhaps let slip that there is a song on the album entitled, All the Young People, or it could in fact be the title of the album. There was certainly no such song title on Dawn Mist's list that was posted on FTM in June.

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And on the subject of absent Morrissey's and Dawn Mist, a new post appeared yesterday on Dawn Mist's website, slightdawnmist.blogspot.com. The piece is entitled, From Nowhere and a New Adventure, and is rather poetic..... well Morrissey is the Stressford Poet. Here it is:

Thursday, 10 August 2017


From Nowhere and a New Adventure 



Beg my indulgence, indulge me with your begs. Stand up on dead legs and leg it for dead. Suffocating under the berating hatred that we all have in us. Amongst us and against us. What do we become when we finally realise we are nothing. Do we carry on or do we stop. If we stop does anyone notice? We can shuffle off the earth into dirt and into space and nobody may shed a tear. Waiting for the weighting of our insignificance for none of us have any significance. Recognition is arbitrary and I am the arbiter of the ass-backwards human abattoir. Men believe they are emasculated by showing emotions yet they do not know that emotions are the masculator.  Previously they were protected by bully-boy bravado in a 'peaceful' project of proclivity poised in a prattle battle of perfection; little did they know we all have a presupposed direction whatever the promotion of solvent values. I am pained to pass on this precise potent snippet of the absurdity of the abused de-masculated but gossip is gossip and clacking tongues must waggle and snuggle on the grim of the rim of the mouth.  

Heroes blinded by their natural order. Blinded by the natural order of graft. Blighted by the incoming shipments of arrogance and self-doubt. If you miss it you have probably never seen it and that, I am afraid, is your own fault. I will not be held accountable for your lack of insight. I hold you accountable for the books of loss.  Petrified by the darkness and putrefied by the light.  Man's manhood dropped into the  putrescent mass of those in the streets. In the streets and never in the sheets. Sheets are to be kept clean unlike the filth and squalor of the mind. In the permanent vision there is gangrene sheen of the gangrenous cog. I'm not sure what I'm doing here just rolling over time like children roll over and die. All I wanted was a hearth and home in a not distant time zone but alas, NO.

Negation negates the needs to say no in a final blow of snow like purity. The only chance of escape is the early salvation you experience in the cradle even though in the future you will regard these as mere scraps of crumbs from the table of the afterthought.  Disgust is all we are after, distrust is all I receive. 

Yours,


Fragile as a baby. 


Hollow and decrepit



As heartbreaking as it may be for some to read Morrissey signing off, "fragile as a baby", it is that fragility that has made him the person we all adore. No doubt the new film, England is Mine; which puts Morrissey's teen/early twenties years under the spotlight, has added to that fragility, and the words to the piece above certainly seem to suggest that Morrissey is once again pondering the meaning of life.... although he is wise enough nowadays to realise that life has no purpose, and we all continue to soldier on in whatever fashion we see fit.

For the vast majority of mankind, that 'fashion' of existence is 'Work until you drop' - Morrissey has at least worked out that such an existence isn't for him. It really is quite bizarre that the human race has bought into an existence whereby you work until you drop - why is it that so few question this programming? Why is it that so few question anything?

On the subject of the film, I have surprised myself in that I have made no effort whatsoever to go and see it. I was the same when the book The Severed Alliance came out, and although someone ended up giving it to me for Christmas, I still never bothered to read it. I suppose if the film were to be shown on the telly, then I would probably watch it, but it is the real 2017 Morrissey that fascinates me, not somebody else's image of the 1976 Morrissey.

Morrissey may question the point of his existence, but for very many people, his existence is treasured and continues to bring comfort and joy.

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MORRISSEY 2017 - FRAGILE POET WHO CONTINUES TO FASCINATE

7 comments:

  1. people who I know saw the film and said it was garbage, also not many in the cinema when they watched it, already in manc cineworld is dropping it like a hot potatoe, well once his holiness said he wants nothing to do with it.. well it was toast to be honest.. the USA in autumn, what a great time to visit

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  2. "Why is it that so few question anything?": exactly what I've been asking myself for my entire life. I dare not ponder where I would be without M's existence - it's unthinkable.

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  3. Morrissey is a species of his own. His impeccable writing above is like nothing that has come before it. He has created a new and different way of being a human on every important level of existence. His writing forces one to think and reread and ponder more. Most people are brainwashed and sadly they don't know and they don't care. As for the rest of us, we soldier on, and for what reason, we scarcely know. Does it matter if one is remembered after they die if they aren't around to know about it? Maybe it is better we don't know. But nothing lasts forever. Teens today know almost nothing about the past that we have lived in and that still lives within us. They do not care. They are too busy being indoctrinated into the Nazi American party or some such similar programming in some other country. If one can think for themselves and not swallow, but gag, on the tainted drink they force down our throats and is tantamount to rape, then that is one of the highest achievements a human can hope to attain. Morrissey has done this and surpassed it by far. From the moment he breathed in the foul air of humanity he has and continues to fight against all that is wrong in this world when he might have stopped, and for that I thank him. His words have helped and healed and given much pleasure to this nobody. He is a true genius and those of us who recognize such will remember him always and forever.

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  4. Wait a moment, it's dinner time in Italy.😘

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  5. Where have you been all this days naughty Rat? No matter, I like the fact you came back. I can say something relevant about England is mine, but my curiosity is bigger than negative opinions about the movie, anyway I'm a little bit disappointed for the cancellation of Italy's dates and I think there was something more than an arrogant cop, but who knows? Does Morrissey hate my country and all his Italian fans? I do hope not. Have a nice week end you all!😘😘😉

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    1. Morrissey does not hate Italy or his fans, just the police and even then not all of the police, I'm sure Moz could tell you all a lot better than I ever could

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