Understanding empathy, a tee and a B-side

Chairman Mozziah says

I probably should be posting part whatever of my Maladjusted essay, but I've lost interest (drama can be exhausting), so here's something else to upset people instead. Recently, Our Mozzer as the @BRSChairman tweeted:

Most of you say things that you think will make me have empathy. There is little truth in the conversations I have. Be yourself.

— Chairman (@BRSChairman) March 24, 2016

It sparked quite a few replies:

Shoving aside the philosophical existentialism of identities (including pessoa), I'm interested in the concepts of truth, boundaries and attraction.

The Dramatically Delude Dozen of the #BRS frequently share divergent opinions, not least about issues relating to Our Mozzer and often about each other. Hence the various schisms over Faggate and Supremegate and the responses to my Jimmy Saville readings of Maladjusted songs. Only Morrissey knows the truth of his own actions, the inspirations for lyrics and fonts and the plethora of issues and rumors which surround him. The rest of us can guess or research, defend or reel back in bewilderment. Or try to understand.

Morrissey planning a holiday in the land of Skippy and Home and Away in a luxurious Supreme caravan. 

Wouldn't it be nice to be in the land of skippy and Home and Away. I must book a holiday.

— Chairman (@BRSChairman) March 24, 2016

I can't claim to know what specifically led to the empathy tweet. Was it somethings that we tweeted or was Morrissey having a bad day with yes men? Maybe he felt the need to be challenged? Was the Mozziah experiencing a Monty Python moment? Is it that we see the Mozziah as our savior, to tell us there's nothing wrong with us? I mean, it's not like he cultivates a cult-like following, doesn't want to be judged etc. I dunno and I wouldn't expect an illuminating answer if I asked. Only Marcus replied with challenging questions, which were, of course, unanswered: just like prayer.

Who would seek empathy from a fully grown man who rides a short equine?

Anyway, the pessoa @BRSChairman doesn't was us seeking empathy from him. He wants us to be truthful and to be ourselves; although I'm sure that seeking empathy and being honest and yourself are not mutually exclusive.

Or I'll kill you

@BRSChairman
OK I will. I don't always agree with your rather extreme black and white views about some subjects. But I admire your honesty.

— MozAngel (@LizzyCatMoz) March 25, 2016

I must admit, that when I disagree with Morrissey or with Our Mozzer's pessoas, or even with other members of the #BRS, I tend to remain silent. I pretend not to have seen the tweet or post. Or, I reply with a tangential deflection.

One example of where I disagree with Morrissey and some other #BRS members is with a certain vegan t-shirt. I even felt a slight pang when Moby posted a pic of a man with illustrated arms wearing one (minus the Morrissey branding).

I agreed with the highlighted comment.

I made a tangential joke in reply to a photographic tweet of Miss Misery wearing the said item of clothing. I went for empathy over challenge.

You can buy this t-shirt at the Mporium and there are numerous non-Moz variations. OK, it's meant to be ironic. I get that. It's just something that I wouldn't feel comfortable wearing.

As a vegan, I can empathize with Morrissey wanting to reach for his arms cache shelved on the top bunk of his Supreme caravan at the Tweed Heeds South Big 4, as the stench of unholy murder drifts over from the evening's ritual BBQing. But I'm not a murderous zealot. And neither is Morrissey, nor, presumably, Miss Misery.

I just wouldn't want some crazed vegan doing a shooting spree at a Macca's like messed-up omnivore James Huberty did - especially if they were wearing a t-shirt like this or if the cops later found one in their closet.

I also wouldn't want veggies to do something like the recent lynching at Dadri, where a Hindu mob murdered a Muslim man and injured his son because they were thought to be eating dead cattle during Ahimsa (alas, they were wrong, it was mutton in the fridge and on not bovine), To quote The Times of India:

The real issue here is whether we will allow lynch mobs to enforce their dietary and cultural choices on others and let them get away with murder. Neither the state and central governments nor civil society should lose sight of that...

Christian Dior
A lot of people, including Mozziaphiles and members of the #DDD, have issue with many of Morrissey's pronouncements. I'm not talking about the hysterical responses in the media or the negativity at SoLow, but the reactions of people otherwise empathetic to Morrissey.

The thing is, Morrissey reads a lot, is apparently active on Twitter, spends a fair bit of time on YouTube, has a need to be heard and has identity issues, as played out via the pessoa. These things are referenced in numerous songs and interviews, TTY statements and Our Mozzer's Twitter personalities. What we have are a potent mix of exposure to many varied and conflicting world views and a complex, fantasy-prone personality.

As an aside, yes, conspiracy theories as we now know them did exist before the Interwebs became popular and any blithering idiot could create a website or a YouTube channel devoted to their own ignorance and paranoia. I mention this because in pondering Morrissey's interest in conspiracies, I wondered if they pre-dated his LA exile, but then realized that any well read, library, newsagent and book shop loafing oaf would have access to plenty of conspiracy theory literature. And I should know, because I used to be one.



So, what has this to do with a fashion designer? Let me quote a possibly overrated B-side ditty.

I could've run loudly and proudly 
all forcible entry 
and morally bankrupt 
and never non-violent 
and drawn to what scares me 
and scared of what bores me 
years alone will never be returned

It's a song that's a reflection on choices, including Morrissey's own choices for the pursuit of a career.

But I think the most revealing lines are what's I've highlighted in bold. Although the context of the lyrics claim otherwise, Morrissey is drawn to what scares him and scared of what bores him. Hence things like the videos with skin heads, the UKIP statement, the conspiracy theory stuff and Our Mozzer following Alex Jones on Twitter. And hence the I'll kill you tee.

It all adds to his mystique, but is a product of his adventuring and contrarian nature. He's drawn to what scares him and inevitably shares some of that with us. I think it explains a lot about Morrissey, Our Mozzer and the pessoa phenomena.

I could say more, but you get the general idea.

The MorrisseysWorldVision Pessoa Contest

Preamble

Morrissey doesn't do social media. He's said so, not misquoted or taken out of context, but officially on TTY, THREE times concerning the Morrissey's World blob alone. He's also denied involvement with other Instagram, Facebook and Twitter accounts that have also claimed the air of officialdom.

Can he make it any clearer? Nope.

And yet, there still exists the Blue Rose Society, a fractious and Dramatically Deluded 1/2 Dozen who believe otherwise. It is an article of faith among the DDD that Morrissey wants his fans to take blue roses to his concerts, although this request has never officially been stated. The request has come from other sources. As have numerous predictions, which Morrissey has conveniently made come true.

The sources that are arguably the real Morrissey, hiding in plain sight and communicating online through Blogger and Twitter (and even So-Low) are a variety of persona, known to the DDD as pessoa (in honor of the heteronyms created by Fernando Pessoa). Each pessoa is a unique identity, with its own history, interests and writing style.

Here, your intrepid triumvirate of TWoM blobbers (orange mécanique, Jjazmine and comrade harps) are charting the top pessoa, but we'd very much appreciate if the rest of the DDD members, should there be any, would give their votes in the comment section. After all, this is a contest, as we'd never post a bloody countdown (or steal the idea and just modify it slightly). Our key performance indicators are:

• Coincidence counter
• Literary appeal
• Enigmatic otherness factor 
• C**t factor

Coincidence counter obviously includes accuracy of predictions, literary appeal covers blog comments as well as twitticisms, and the rest is self-explanatory. DJ judgement was debated as a possibility by the panel of THREE, but our jukebox jury decided (after much debate in the toilets of The Wrong Arms) that all pessoas would pretty much achieve full scores on musical taste, with possibly one exception, so it was dropped.

One of the critical debates was finding agreement on which pessoa to include. Along the journey there have been many false Mozziahs, with Italian housewives having been misidentified and some bedsit malcontents having been outed as fakers faking. Some have been prematurely consigned to the gulag only to be validated and levitated to the status of rehabilitated at a later date. The identity of others remains a popular topic in the several virtual pubs where the DDD conspire and debate. Thus, after some intercontinental messaging between breakfasts, dinners, work and sleeps, the TWoM THREEsome agreed on the following pessoa to compete in the coveted MorrisseysWorldVision Contest:

• AlfsButton 
• Astraea 
• Broken 
• BRSChairman 
• Mademoiselle Fifi 
• Not Astra's Derrière 
• Our Mozzer

Pessoa Contest Rules

In good tradition of the once fabulous Concours Eurovision de la Chanson, each DDD member is asked to award 12, 10, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, or 1 point(s) to each pessoa of choice (ideally all of them) in each category. If you decide to vote anonymously, please give yourself a creative, ridiculously stupid, or just any name. Otherwise, we'll do it for you...


DDD Votes

Orange Mécanique

AlfsButton

Coincidence counter: 10 (dix points)
Literary appeal: 5 (cinq points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 8 (huit points)
C**t factor: 3 (trois points)

Astraea

Coincidence counter: 2 (deux points)
Literary appeal: 12 (douze points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 7 (sept points)
C**t factor: 2 (deux points)

Broken

Coincidence counter: 3 (trois points)
Literary appeal: 3 (trois points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 8 (huit points)
C**t factor: 12 (douze points)

BRSChairman

Coincidence counter: 7 (sept points)
Literary appeal: 5 (cinq points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 2 (deux points)
C**t factor: 5 (cinq points)

Mademoiselle Fifi

Coincidence counter: 1 (un point)
Literary appeal: 7 (sept points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 8 (huit points)
C**t factor: 1 (un point)

Not Astra's Derrière

Coincidence counter: 1 (un point)
Literary appeal: 2 (deux points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 3 (trois points)
C**t factor: 1 (un point)

Our Mozzer

Coincidence counter: 12 (douze points)
Literary appeal: 10 (dix points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 12 (douze points)
C**t factor: 8 (huit points)


comrade harps

AlfsButton

Coincidence counter: 8 (huit points)
Literary appeal: 7 (sept points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 7 (sept points)
C**t factor: 2 (deux points)

Astraea

Coincidence counter: 2 (deux points)
Literary appeal: 12 (douze points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 10 (dix points)
C**t factor: 1 (un point)

Broken

Coincidence counter: 5 (cinq points)
Literary appeal: 7 (sept points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 5 (cinq points)
C**t factor: 12 (douze points)

BRSChairman

Coincidence counter: 7 (sept points)
Literary appeal: 10 (dix points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 5 (cinq points)
C**t factor: 5 (cinq points)

Mademoiselle Fifi

Coincidence counter: 3 (trois points)
Literary appeal: 12 (douze points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 10 (dix points)
C**t factor: 1 (un point)

Not Astra's Derrière

Coincidence counter: 1 (un point)
Literary appeal: 3 (trois points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 2 (deux points)
C**t factor: 1 (un point)

Our Mozzer

Coincidence counter: 10 (dix points)
Literary appeal: 12 (douze points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 12 (douze points)
C**t factor: 10 (dix points)


Jjazmine

AlfsButton

Coincidence counter: 3 (trois points)
Literary appeal: 6 (six points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 8 (huit points)
C**t factor: 2 (deux points)

Astraea

Coincidence counter: 3 (trois points)
Literary appeal: 12 (douze points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 10 (dix points)
C**t factor: 1 (un point)

Broken

Coincidence counter: 8 (huit points)
Literary appeal: 10 (dix points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 12 (douze points)
C**t factor: 5 (cinq points)

BRSChairman

Coincidence counter: 5 (cinq points)
Literary appeal: 7 (sept points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 10 (dix points)
C**t factor: 4 (quatre points)

Mademoiselle Fifi

Coincidence counter: 3 (trois points)
Literary appeal: 8 (huit points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 10 (dix points)
C**t factor: 4 (quatre points)

Not Astra's Derrière

Coincidence counter: 2 (deux points)
Literary appeal: 7 (sept points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 8 (huit points)
C**t factor: 3 (trois points)

Our Mozzer

Coincidence counter: 10 (dix points)
Literary appeal: 12 (douze points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 12 (douze points)
C**t factor: 5 (cinq points)


Derek Sandy

AlfsButton

Coincidence counter: 7 (sept points)
Literary appeal: 6 points (six points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 6 points (six points)
C**t factor: 7 points (sept points)

Astraea

Coincidence counter: 6 (six points)
Literary appeal: 8 (huit points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 7 (sept points)
C**t factor: 6 (six points)

Broken

Coincidence counter: 8 (huit points)
Literary appeal: 10 (dix points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 10 (dix points)
C**t factor: 12 (douze points)

BRSChairman

Coincidence counter: 10 (dix points)
Literary appeal: 12 (douze points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 12 (douze points)
C**t factor: 10 (dix points)

Mademoiselle Fifi

Coincidence counter: 12 (douze points)
Literary appeal: 7 (sept points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 8 (huit points)
C**t factor: 8 (huit points)

Not Astra's Derrière

Coincidence counter: 5 (cinq points)
Literary appeal: 5 (cinq points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 5 (cinq points)
C**t factor: 5 (cinq points)

Our Mozzer

Coincidence counter: 10 (dix points)
Literary appeal: 12 (douze points)
Enigmatic otherness factor: 12 (douze points)
C**t factor: 10 (dix points)


Current Results

AlfsButton:

Coincidence counter: 28/48

Literary appeal: 24/48

Enigmatic otherness factor: 29/48

C**t factor: 14/48




Astraea:

Coincidence counter: 13/48

Literary appeal: 44/48

Enigmatic otherness factor: 34/48

C**t factor: 10/48




Broken:

Coincidence counter: 24/48

Literary appeal: 30/48

Enigmatic otherness factor: 35/48

C**t factor: 41/48



BRSChairman:

Coincidence counter: 29/48

Literary appeal: 34/48

Enigmatic otherness factor: 29/48

C**t factor: 24/48




Mademoiselle Fifi:

Coincidence counter: 19/48

Literary appeal: 34/48

Enigmatic otherness factor: 36/48

C**t factor: 14/48




Not Astra's Derrière:

Coincidence counter: 10/48

Literary appeal: 17/48

Enigmatic otherness factor: 18/48

C**t factor: 10/48




Our Mozzer:

Coincidence counter: 42/48

Literary appeal: 46/48

Enigmatic otherness factor: 48/48

C**t factor: 33/48

OUT TO LUNCH: The World Is Full of Crashing Bores

From the oracle of TTY:

Paul Joseph Watson:
"While Morrissey and Johnny Marr once fused poetry and melodic genius to venerate Oscar Wilde. Now Nickki Minaj and Fergie fuse putrid nihilism and vacuous verbal diahhrea to venerate their asses."

Tell me I'm wrong. Get upset. Smoke and explode. Go post another countdown. But, I'm telling you, Our Mozzer is into this stuff. It is part of his world view and outsider identity and it's in his lyrics.

That, or he's just messing with our minds.

Or someone else is.

Lots of folk, actually, but I typically digress.

So, Morrissey posts a video on TTY that examines and decries the totalitarian blandness of contemporary popular music. It's an Orwellian vision. Indeed, to quote from Nineteen Eighty-Four:

But by degrees the flood of music drove all speculations out of his mind. It was as though it were a kind of liquid stuff that poured all over him and got mixed up with the sunlight that filtered through the leaves. He stopped thinking and merely felt.

and

The tune had been haunting London for weeks past. It was one of countless similar songs published for the benefit of the proles by a sub-section of the Music Department. The words of these songs were composed without any human intervention whatever on an instrument known as versificator.

Or, to put t another way:

and there's a song I can't stand
and it's stuck in my head
there's a song I can't stand
and it's stuck in my head

and

What really lies beyond the constraints of my mind?
could it be the sea?
with Fate mooning back at me?
no, it's just more lock-jawed pop-stars thicker than pig-shit
nothing to convey
so scared to show intelligence 
it might smear their lovely career

or

hang the DJ

Ok, enough quoting. Who is this Paul Joseph Watson? Well, until a few minutes ago I'd never heard of him. Obviously a Smiths fan. But what else?

Clue one comes at the end of the video:

Infowars.com is a alternative news site run by Alex Jones. Jones is louder than bombs and alarmingly alarmist on stuff like GMOs, gun control, vaccination and Syrian refugees. Mr Watson is an editor and writer for Inforwars and the related PrisonPlanet.TV. He even has an article in the Uncyclopedia.

Watson appears to have a particular specialty with anti-feminist rants and claiming to be censored (although he's across Infowars, PrisonPlanetTV, Twitter and Facebook - everything but a major record label).

The narratives of Infowars/PrisonPlanet are in many ways related to the kind of conspiracies we saw from Our Mozzer's MW phenomon and fits well with TTY's infamous Monachy is Anarchy videos and some of Morrissey's more perplexing political public statements, like "I nearly voted for UKIP". Like Watson, Our Mozzer could be said to be about "Culture, controversy, contrarianism."

Oh no, I'm about to make a Maladjusted reference!

List Of The Lost Comments

Apologies for that incredibely creative blog title. As you know, our blog shrank a bit recently, and hopefully the articles will one day be republished elsewhere, but of course the comment sections are lost. Well, not really, the comments are still visible in the admin part of the blog and in the associated email inbox, and Monsieur El Rat had asked me to go through them and collect the few lost anon gems, which was a great idea, some of those are wonderfully written. So after having successfully beaten my laziness, I compiled them this morning. They're a bit out of context, but it's questionable if there ever was much context anyway... So here is the (hopefully complete) collection.

The first set of comments was published around the time when we did our Q/A session with Morrissey; they all refer to questions that were left on that article, however the answers were distributed across the blog:


Published on "Poem Left on Following the Pessoas" (12/8/2015)

In The Decay of Lying, Wilde said, “Thinking is the most unhealthy thing in the world, and people die of it just as they die of any disease. Fortunately, in England at any rate, thought is not catching.” Do you believe thinking (or overthinking) can possibly be an unhealthy tendency?

Oscar always speaks sense and it is to Oscar I find myself returning to time after time. Although one must disagree with him on one point; “thought it not catching” is quite clearly a ridiculous statement in regards to England as in England nobody ever thinks so there can be no data on whether it is catching or not. The same opinions are repeated in newspapers, on television, on radio but with different words or perhaps a different style of speaking. The window of discussion in England has become so narrow, opaque, and dull that soon only one opinion will be able to be viewed, much like staring at the same view every day for the rest of your life. Anyone with a difference of opinion will be viewed as a crank, an idiot, or even worse, mental. Indeed if anyone ever managed to conjure a unique thought then they would become so shocked they would decompose into mush in the very spot in which they were standing.

I find that thinking or overthinking is an overtly personal affair. How many bedsit poets are there? How many box-room philosophers? We will, of course, never know. Those who are capable of thinking will never voice the true thoughts in their heads. They will suffer and probably plunge into a deep depression in the belief that they are outsiders and that the world doesn’t want or indeed need them. They don’t know, for how could they?, that it is the outsiders who make the world. I should know. Back in 1981, before the internet and before Tony Blair, I was an unknown freak. Today I am an icon. Why? Because I dared to say something different. In a world of grey, I was a spec of orange.

Thinking can be totally and incongruously ruin-able. A disease if you would. For to sit for days, weeks, months, and possibly years with your own thoughts, never to be able to articulate them is ruinous. That can kill the spirit. But we must plough on. It’s either isolation and our thoughts or the dumbing down of our minds thanks to television or the internet.




Published on "How old is Morrissey?" (14/08/2015)

You published your autobiography in 2013, and recently stated that you've finished your novel. When it comes to your literary choices regarding genre, do you prefer fictional or non-fictional books? Is a story more touching and relevant when/because it really happened, or are these unrelated subjects?

Sometimes the fiction of a story is actually the author’s true thoughts and experiences so should not be labelled fiction at all. Most non-fiction can bore the knickers off of a nun. We are told not to judge books by their covers although you are allowed to do so with musicians! How many more records would I have sold if people would dare scrape behind the public image?

I find that most non-fiction authors are emotionally detached from their subject matter; one could read a book about the genocide in Rwanda and feel absolutely nothing. Then there are books such as The diaries of Kenneth Williams which produce tears from the very first passage, a shovel to the head. ‘Britishness’ died when he snuffed it.




Published on "Demos, Demos, Demos" (14/08/2015)

Would you consider marrying me in an ancient occult blood sharing ritual in a graveyard at midnight during a full moon?

It’s already happened. Can you not remember? I shall not expect an anniversary gift then. Unloveable forever.



In case you're interested, other answers referring to our Q/A that are still available can be found in the comment sections of these articles:


http://theworldofmoz.blogspot.com/2015/07/beautiful-blue-roses-that-i-saw-in.html

http://theworldofmoz.blogspot.com/2015/08/love-in-morrisseys-songs.html

http://theworldofmoz.blogspot.com/2015/08/larry-king-tty-post.html



And here's the rest of the comments, in chronological order:


Published on "Astraea's comment on the FTP Blob" (20/07/2015)

I am the patron saint of lost causes. The purveyor of maladies. The conflicted court marshal of hope. Moving between different states appears to be a talent many humans possess however only a select few of them can achieve the required results. Well, what are the required results? Can you acquire the mental faculties to summon the answers for yourself or must I spell everything out? Liquid becomes slabs of concrete in the presence of the suffering masses. Nourishment of mental thought is lacking throughout the human condition. The ability to present oneself in many different guises is the only way you can hope to survive in the world. If you scrape beneath the mud, dirt and grime of the Id, ego, and superego you find only a shell on a man. This shell must, in whatever way possible, build up a front of character to bypass the hazards and suffering of existence. Traits from characters in literature, cinema, music, and even friends if you burden yourself with such commitment ,must be taken, consumed, and adapted to provide an ‘original’.

Of course such images are everywhere and there is much to choose from. Mobile’s bring us closer together but also further apart. Whereas before you had the excitement of the written word on paper in the form of a letter, now you have impersonal type fonts and instant messaging. Send a message and you can immediately see if it has been read and ignored. With the letter you could potentially wait weeks for a response, baited breath and tightened trousers. The world of instant communication is a distraction, it tricks us into thinking that we have ‘friends’ but really we only have screens. Whilst one message is sent on one platform, another is soon sent on another. The time where discoveries of art could be made is now taken up with messaging and television. We live in hope of a technological disaster. The primitive state has never and will never be bettered.




Published on "Boozey's Hammersmith review (2nd night)" (23/9/2015)

Hammersmith was not the end.


Published on "Boozey's Hammersmith review (2nd night)" (23/9/2015)

Beauty masks the ugly and ugly masks the beauty. Who has it in them to be unmasked? Starts feel like endings and endings feel like starts. Who has it in them to end a start? Art becomes distasteful but then distasteful itself becomes art. Who finds art distasteful? Life is death and death is life. Each second matters to no-one but ourselves. Selfishness accelerates at such a speed that whiplash is to be expected if the speed is to slow. My life has been given to art and yet art wants nothing to do with my life. Managers manage nothing but self-loathing. Artists must manage themselves but self-loathing in artists happens long before the management process. We spend each day processing smells, processing sights, processing faces but we do not process feelings. True feelings do not exist in real life. The only true feeling we have is the emotion that is a response to the singing voice. The singing voice can produce feelings of sadness, happiness, nothingness, loneliness etc.
The singing voice is all we have. The singing voice is all I have.

Yours unretired,
Nobody’s nothing



Published on "Walk of Sheame" (22/10/2015)

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: For crimes against animals, transgressions against anyone with a brain, and the shuddering, vomit inducing atrocity of cankles - not to even begin to mention the much, MUCH else (our lives wouldn’t even be long enough) that will NEVER be saved - It is hereby announced that Gail Shea has been FINED. Rest easy. Go in peace. And never, ever be afraid to send back a cocktail that isn’t precisely to your liking. Signed, The LEGSINSPECTOR



Published on "Intermission Blob - Morrissey's Christmas Photo" (9/12/2015)

As a street urchin lurches into song, my heart skips no beats. As cute as the soil and just as dirty he riddles with the fiddle and makes a flute out of foil. Carving crowns on the backs of necks to show loyalty to tryanny posing as royalty. The royal we, the royal she, the royal he, collapsing into their own history. The moments has passed, as the street urchin knows, to change anything. So the music plays. He is free and a libertine with no time for fairytales and kings. He removed the king from the thone and to the gulliotine he was shown. Madness elopes and disproves. Trousers sticking to legs in afternoon heat. A shirt untucked and buttons carassing the air. No care as he teases the passers by with a glimpse of his underwear. He knows no other life than the street. Stylishly unfasionable with hair from nowhere down to everywhere. Life begins when death is no longer feared.


Published on "Eboozer Scrooge in the USA - San Francisco LEG" (28/12/2015)

Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.