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Wednesday, 25 December 2013

Day 833 - A Christmas Message from Our Mozzer

A Christmas message from The Mozziah:

A miserable Christmas to you all from The Black Lodge.

Life is merely an interruption of death.

Our Mozzer has also posted on the MorrisseysWorld blog that there will be NO MORE articles unless one of the following happens (sorry about the light colour):

"Morrissey is trapped in the Black Lodge and he might never escape. I know This Blog will never post another message until The Real Morrissey (TRM) makes one of following happen:
  1.  Morrissey wears a literal blue rose outside of the live arena
  2.  Morrissey or one of the band or support artists appears as 'Log Lady'
  3.  Morrissey calls himself 'Sarah Palmer'
  4. Morrissey issues a statement featuring both the words 'blue' and 'rose'
  5. Morrissey makes reference to Marcus Markou's film
  6. Morrissey announces UK dates with at least two concerts at leisure centres
  7. Morrissey mentions MorrisseysWorld once again
  8. Morrissey releases another image featuring blue roses

Until one of these happens, nothing will posted on this blog and Morrissey will remain trapped in The Black Lodge."

When will the world discover MorrisseysWorld?

Will 'Christmas in the Black Lodge' ever be published?


So, now we wait.

Merry Christmas to The Mozziah, The Deluded Dozen, The Blue Rose Society and all the poor sods who still haven't worked out that MORRISSEY IS MORRISSEYSWORLD.


Rat and all of us here at FTM HQ

Monday, 23 December 2013

Day 831 - The Sun Shines Out of Cocteau

All my good intentions to have a rest from blogging over the Christmas period seem to have gone out of the window. How can I ignore the fact that somebody is leaving me exclusive insights into the designs of the Smiths record covers, and what is more, the MorrisseysWorld blog is churning out some of it's best material ever... somebody is in a very productive place!

I will move on to the MorrisseysWorld pieces in a minute, but first things first, I finished my blog entry of yesterday trying to find out just who it was, that the mysterious 'Fifi' believed was the 'Quiffed Blue Man' in Jean Cocteau's Tapestry For Judith and Holopherne.


I had guessed that it was either Morrissey, Jean Marais, or Johnny Marr, but after posting my blog entry yesterday afternoon, I received this comment from Fifi:

Anonymous22 December 2013 19:03
The man in Cocteau's pastel reminds me of a certain record sleeve.
On the record, the man is facing the same way as the one on the tapestry but is the same colour as the one on the original pastel.
So who is this man? Is it the 'quiffed' man as you called him above or is it the naked fella below...?

It turns out Cocteau's art might have secretly appeared on more than one record sleeve of the 'quiffed' poet but this has never been talked about before to my knowledge so surely it means I am wrong, doesn't it?

I look forward to your thoughts.

The Smiths, 'Hand in Glove'

This is a truly amazing revelation. Could the Jim French photo of a naked man really have been chosen by Morrissey for the HiG single because it reminded him of Cocteau's naked man? Fifi's final paragraph states, "Cocteau's art might have secretly appeared on more than one record sleeve." I implore Fifi to share more. She is obviously not referring to the Jean Marais image on the 'This Charming Man' cover, there is nothing 'secret' about that, so could there, for example, be some hidden Cocteau in the photograph used for the cover of 'William, It Was Really Nothing', and if this photo from a 1980's advertisement for ADS Speakers wasn't a Cocteau inspired piece, then perhaps Fifi might explain why she thinks Morrissey did use this particular photo?:


And now to MorrisseysWorld. Two new articles have been posted, 'The Black Lodge' Parts 1 & 2. 'The Black Lodge' is completely different to anything that Morrissey has previously written on the MW blog, and contains both humour and absolute surrealism. The funniest bit is when Morrissey finds himself in what he perceives to be the afterlife. He writes:

"As he rises from the floor wondering where, in fact, he is, a lit figure moves towards him. Morrissey freezes. The figure resembles a pile of untouched sandwiches and carries a wooden hammer. "suoived, tnelucurt dna elbailernu", the figure says, hobbling disinterestedly by. "tnuc," says Morrissey."



Some more interesting works of art have also been added to the MW site, including these:




And now I shall go off to enjoy my birthday and Christmas, although if Fifi reveals any more, I shall of course return. Oh how Tony Fletcher, Dr Devereaux, Simon Goddard and Co will be kicking themselves for missing out on this whole MorrisseysWorld phenomenon. They ALL had the chance, but they just couldn't see what was right in front of them.



Sunday, 22 December 2013

Day 830 - Jean(e) Genet/Jean(e) Cocteau/Jean(e) Marais/Jean(e) Maher

I didn't intend to blog again before Christmas, but the whole Cocteau story is so intriguing that I just couldn't help myself, especially as the mysterious Fifi added this comment to my last entry:

Anonymous20 December 2013 20:56
Dear Blog Master, thank you for making my comments such an important part of your posts nowadays.
It makes me feel I still exist, even if it is only somewhere in the virtual world.

I did promise more information on the latest topics but this time of year is not the most ideal to spend time on a computer. I am always surprised when my family members express the need to spend time with me but their wish shall be granted.

I will share some thoughts with you, if you are not too bored with me, when I have some spare time to do so. There is so much to say, so much to show! But how much can be said, how much can be shown? That, I am not sure.

There is an explanation for the M on the Cocteau mural in Soho. The same M can be found on many of his art pieces, in different forms.

One last thing before I go. As it is very much an Art-related blog entry, please let me share with you one of my favourite Cocteau pieces, called Tapestry for Judith and Holopherne.
The naked blue man in the background always looked very familiar to me. Maybe I met him in another life.

I will be back soon, je suis toujours là. Je l'ai toujours été.
Fifi xx


Bermondsey Billy took the words right out of my mouth when he replied to Fifi's comment with this:

WOW, and I do mean WOW! Has Moz ever discussed or mentioned in any interviews the Cocteau picture of him?

I presume this has been discussed before, I mean, it must have?

Bermondsey Billy


But it would appear that both Bermondsey Billy and I were not barking up the same tree as Fifi:

Thank you everyone for the kind words!

I have been thinking about all the interesting Cocteau / Genet / Marais stories and I feel lucky that my internet browsing brought me here. There aren't many places I can talk about the things I feel passionate about without the uncomfortable feeling people find those stories boring.

I look forward to sharing thoughts with you all.

Bermondsey Billy, I believe the Cocteau connection has never been talked about before but I could be wrong.
As for the blue man on the tapestry, although you are not wrong about the resemblance you mentioned, I was actually thinking about someone else. One more guess?

Take care of you, dear friends.

The tapestry can be found on the dining room wall of this house:


It is said that Cocteau was so enchanted by Villa Santo Sospir, which was a house belonging to his friends Alec and Francine Weisweiller, that he asked his hosts if he could draw on the walls. The house is filled with Cocteau's drawings, with the tapestry of Judith and Holofernes the last drawing he did at Santo Sospir, in 1951. The Judith and Holofernes tapestry was based on a pastel that Cocteau had drawn on cardboard:



So, WHO is it that Fifi sees in the tapestry, if it isn't Morrissey? My first thought was perhaps Cocteau's lover, Jean Marais......


.... but then I wondered if perhaps Fifi saw not Cocteau's JM, but another JM, another Jean... Morrissey's Jean... John Maher of Wythenshawe.

Last thought comes from Comrade Harps, and hopefully we will hear from Fifi:

What's important is not the stretches that Ratty makes, but what M may have made: Ratty's just trying to follow the path and the past. If Morrissey has read himself into Cocteau's work and believes some metaphysical connection with Cocteau, that's the truly intriguing thing for a reductionist materialist like me to try and understand. We know Morrissey believes in ghosts and such. It's fascinating to see what else his highly creative and self-educated mind might connect and accept. There is more to him than any of us mere downtrodden plebs might dare to speculate or understand.

I don't understand the references, but the fact that there is symbolism on the Years of Refusal cover makes more sense now - and all the heraldry on Ringleader etc

Friday, 20 December 2013

Day 828 - The Story of The Mind

When I first discovered the MorrisseysWorld blog, 828 days ago, I started writing this little blog of mine, as my own personal diary. It wasn't aimed at an audience, and in fact, there was no audience, it was just me and my excitement. I woke up one morning to find that the MorrisseysWorld blog had written an article about 'Following The Mozziah', and from that moment on, I DID have an audience, and the audience grew. At one stage, my blog was receiving around 500 hits a day, and many people would leave comment, as the mystery of MorrisseysWorld gripped.

As time passed, my audience dropped away, mainly because the MorrisseysWorld twitter account (which had built up 8,500 followers) closed down, as did the MW blog. Despite MorrisseysWorld disappearing, a dozen or so hardy souls stuck with me as we attempted to keep the MW flame burning.

Periodically, the MorrisseysWorld blog would reappear, and then disappear again. The hardy few, who became known as the 'Deluded Dozen', continued to 'stick in there', and a few more stragglers were picked up along the way as the idea of a Blue Rose Society took hold. When the concerts stopped, interest dwindled in both MorrisseysWorld and my blog, and my audience virtually disappeared.

The ironic thing is, MorrisseysWorld is now BACK, and the story being told is more fascinating than ever. So much is happening that I hardly know where to start today's blog entry, but I am no longer writing for an audience, I am back to writing for myself, and for history; for I do actually believe that what Morrissey is currently sharing with the half a dozen of us who have continued to follow this story on a daily basis, is just as important as the contents of his Autobiography. Autobiography is the story of the flesh, MorrisseysWorld is the story of the mind. I like that....

"Autobiography is the story of Morrissey's flesh, MorrisseysWorld is the story of his mind." - The Rat Dec 2013.


So, shall I start where I left off yesterday, with the story of Jean Cocteau, or shall I write about the latest MorrisseysWorld offerings? Let me start with four quotes, the first being an Oscar Wilde quote that Our Mozzer has posted on the latest MW article, which incidentally is entitled, "Life is not a destination", the second and third come from Astraea aka '@FadingGoldLeaf'(FGL) on twitter yesterday, and the fourth is from the MW blog three days ago. I should add that Astraea IS, in my deluded opinion, Morrissey.

"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth." - Oscar Wilde

"Alienation from one's self. The search for the authentic self. Changing personae. Loneliness. Aesthetic of excess. Aesthetic of denial." - FGL/Morrissey(?)

"The line between reality, one's art, and the Self. Is it invisible? No. There is none. They are all one and the same." - FGL/Morrissey(?)

"When Blue Rose is finally revealed, you will not believe your eyes. It might even change your life." - Our Mozzer

I suppose I should pick up from where I left off yesterday, with Jean Cocteau. I must confess that until two days ago, I knew nothing about Cocteau, and only knew of his name because of Morrissey. I wrote two days ago about a theory I had, that the song Jeane had been written by Morrissey about Jean Genet, and from there, a much bigger picture has been revealed. First of all, a link was posted on my blog by 'Thoth', of Cocteau's 'Crucifixion' mural in the Church of Notre Dame de France in Leicester Place (just off Leicester Square) London....

Jean Cocteau mural - Notre Dame de France church, London by TheAltruist.

.... and then THIS was posted on my blog yesterday morning:

I love this mural. This stunning piece sits in the very heart of London. Yet no one even knows it's there. Thousands of people walk right past it, every single day. A few who knew it was there, have forgotten in the decades since it was first created. And so many others, seem to never have been aware of its existence at all. So this beautiful piece, created with Cocteau's lightest touch, remains hidden to most despite the fact that it is out in the open, and in the beating heart of the city centre. In Soho.

When you walk into the church, you walk into an oasis of silence, serenity, and light. The panels represent the Annunciation, the Crucifixion, and the Assumption.

It is said that as he worked, Cocteau would speak to his characters as he created them. But the mural is dedicated to the Virgin Mary, and others recollect that as he came in to work each day, he spoke only to her.

They say Cocteau would arrive every morning, light a candle, and whisper to the Virgin Mary, “O you, most beautiful of women, loveliest of God’s creatures, you were the best loved. So I want you to be my best piece of work too … I am drawing you with light strokes ... You are the yet unfinished work of Grace”.

The mural is referenced in a couple of different books about hidden locations for solitude and reflection. And it is said that Cocteau even commented himself that time seemed to stand still around him here.

Leaving the church once the mural was completed, he was sad and said 'I am sorry to go, it is as if the wall of the chapel had drawn me into another world.’

Cocteau was a deeply complicated man. A complex artist. A tortured soul. Impeded only by what came from within, he was full of life, and life was full. But this life was conflicted, - as he also was - at different stages and during different periods. There was the contradiction and clash of his open bisexuality, juxtaposed against his deep-rooted Catholicism, there was his innate genius, there was his absolutely crippling drug addiction throughout, and then there was the fire from within to create ever more... to express more, to be more…

Themes of deeply conflicting wants and desires, a man's inner suffering, repeating life-long struggles,.. these things all eventually find their way back into any artist's oeuvre, and can often remain a common and pervading thread throughout an individual’s entire artistic canon.

It widely held that Cocteau hid Masonic symbols or messages in his murals. Of note to you all on this blog, is perhaps the fact that Christ is not shown at all in this piece – only his legs and feet are shown, as they weep blood on to a delicate blue rose.

Equally interesting, is the fact that this Church’s very own mission has always been to remain absolutely as anonymous and as unknown as possible.

Of Cocteau’s work on the whole, the most important themes we see repeated are reflection, duality, the desire and need to profoundly understand and know one’s self, and - ANIMALISM.

In France, in the church where Cocteau is buried near his hometown, he also painted the murals on the walls. Indeed he did so in anticipation of his own death, and for his subsequent burial there. So I leave you with the words he chose for his own epitaph, inscribed across a marble slab on the floor of the chapel where he now lies forevermore,

Je reste avec vous


The similarities between Cocteau and Morrissey are INCREDIBLE, and apart from the drug addiction, Astraea could actually be describing Morrissey, in fact, if the lyrics of 'Something is Squeezing my Skull' are to be taken literally, then we have the drugs as well!

 For Morrissey fans to truly understand Morrissey's link to Cocteau, this piece by Tracy R. Twyman should be read: Twyman's piece will also help the 'Deluded Dozen' understand why Our Mozzer is interested so much in freemasonary, with the piece about the 'Rosicrucians' (who Wilde was also associated with) being particularly interesting. It is all SO intriguing, and this blog of mine just cannot give justice to the whole phenomenal story.

Two HUGELY intriguing things that Astraea DOESN'T mention above, are: 1) Cocteau's mural was painted in 1959, the year of Morrissey's birth, and 2) Cocteau painted a mysterious letter 'M' on the altar. Now I have NO religious beliefs, I don't believe in phrophets, and I'm not a spiritual person, BUT, Cocteau's Crucifixion has a quite UNBELIEVABLE connection to Morrissey. Of course, most people presume that the 'M' is for 'Mary', but other things ALSO link to Morrissey, including the number '58', which was of course the year Morrissey was conceived. This section from Twyman's piece is interesting:

"(the) letter “M” is mysteriously placed on the altar, directly beneath the scene of the crucifixion. To the left are depicted the dice thrown by the Roman soldiers, who according to the Gospels, cast lots to determine who should get Christ’s clothing after he died. The number of dots that are shown on the dice is fifty-eight, a significant number. The skull of Baphomet, which the Templars and later the Priory of Sion are said to have possessed, was referred to cryptically as “Caput 58M.” 5+8 = 13, and “M” is the thirteenth letter of the alphabet. 
The same statement is being made in Cocteau’s mural at Notre Dame. This statement is further reinforced by the fact that the “M” on the altar is directly below a rose that Cocteau has placed on the cross, precisely beneath Christ’s feet. Not only does that make it a “rose cross”, but the rose is above the initial “M”."

Is that the word 'Rice' written on the foot of the unseen Messiah? Why 'rice'? Was Coctaeu hearing a word in his head? Mor 'rice' ey? I think I'd better stop writing before the delusion goes any further, and anyway, this is out of my comfort zone, as I've said, I don't believe in such things, but one last interesting point, Cocteau signs his piece with three D's... well, it happens a lot 'round here.

Signature of Jean Cocteau. by TheAltruist.

Right, back to MorrisseysWorld. Two new articles have appeared in the last two days, the most recent being the 'Life is not a destination' piece, in which Our Mozzer has posted a number of pieces of art (including the depiction of hell, which I posted at the top of this page) and a few quotes. The MW site itself has also had a 're-fit', and includes some new pictures, including these:






The other MW article is a hilarious parody piece entitled, "Morrissey lifts the red curtain", which begins with Morrissey taking afternoon tea with Jonathan Ross and Boz Boorer in "an elegant cafe", before heading into a circle of sycamore trees via a lavatory and fire escape. The red curtain enters the story right at the end, but has yet to be lifted (is this a euphemism?) and the story is set to continue!

In other news, following on from my blog entry of the other day, regarding my Jean Genet theory, and the piece about the Blue Rose art by Shizu Salamando, I received these three comments from 'Fifi' (who I also believe to be Morrissey):

"I remember asking Johnny once who ['Jeane'] was about. He replied, 'Morrissey's mum probably!'"

- Sandie Shaw

Ah the Jean Cocteau / Marais / Genet triangle! You are getting warmer my dear friend.
I appreciate you thanking me for the video. I hope you liked it.
Shizu met the man and is indeed a big fan. That is not the only Morrissey-inspired art on her portfolio actually.
If you wish to see more, I can show.

"The big ship sails on the last day of September... la la la la la"
Fifi xx

This was followed up by this:

I just don't know how to post photos (not links, actual photos on here), computers are not my thing. I am as clueless about them as Sandy is about the Jeane song! Actually, in that case, Johnny was clueless about it. Or maybe he just knows how to keep secrets.

I can elaborate more about the famous triangle and I will try and do that soon but right now I must go, I must attend a very boring dinner. Hopefully the wine will be good!

Shizu met Him quite a few years ago. In 1998 to be more precise. I have a photo of them both in my archive somewhere.



And finally this:

Day 825 A few words about Jean Genet and the "Théâtre de l'Absurde"
Day 826 Astraea shares truly interesting facts about Jean Cocteau
I predict Jean Marais will be visiting on day 827...
And the triangle will be complete. Unless it is not triangle, but a full circle involving far more than the 3 Jean.

So much beauty and poetry in just one place. This blog is more than what it appears to be.

Don't forget. Life imitates Art.

"Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life"

Fifi xx

There are many interesting things to take from Fifi's comments, including that Moz met Shizu in 1998, and that there is a photo of them together. Perhaps Fifi could post a link to it?

My blog also had a visit from Our Mozzer yesterday, and it would seem that he is slightly perturbed that my semi-mesmerizing blog is getting more attention than his:

Morrissey19 December 2013 12:43

At his vegetarian curry house of choice, Our Mozzer was heard to state between mouthfuls of cauliflower and aubergine tandoori:

"The s**ding thing has more comments than mine. And worse - the intellectual crowd seeming to be spending their time over at the other place these days; the breakup of the Smiths, 9/11, the Iraq war, Alain and Gary showing up late with no apology to a video shoot, finding out Jobriath was already dead when booking Meltdown 2004, the seven years in the wilderness, Weeksy's verdict, Camden Roundhouse-gate, being voted Boy George's favourite tweeter, the death of Larry Grayson: I won't lie - this is right up there, old son. Truly crippling. It's like I hardly even exist. Waiter!... Waiter...! More mango chutney please!"

I should remind Our Mozzer that if he hadn't publicized my blog all those months ago, I would still be here, just typing away to myself... about him!

And now, as it is Christmas, and as I have a family, this blog will not be updated for a while, but if ANYBODY is still reading it, I would love to hear from you, even if you just say hello, and just acknowledge that you are still 'Following The Mozziah' with me.

Did Cocteau see the coming of The Mozziah, and is this what BLUE ROSE is all about?

*Goes off singing* And if you think peace is a common goal, that goes to show how little you know.


Thursday, 19 December 2013

Day 827 - Jean(e) Cocteau and the Blue Rose



There is SO much I need to write about today, but I just don't have any time. I shall try to find time tomorrow.

Wednesday, 18 December 2013

Day 826 - Jean(e) Genet

It wasn't until 2005 that David Bowie confirmed that his 1972 single, Jean Genie was a "clumsy pun" on the name Jean Genet, but I have NO doubt that Morrissey had worked it out way before 2005. I spent some time yesterday reading about Genet, who it transpires spent periods of his life as a vagabond, petty thief and prostitute. You could say, Genet led the 'low-life', 'walking the(se) streets'.


In his mid thirties, Genet sought out and befriended Jean Cocteau, another French writer, who although didn't live such an apparent 'low-life', was a prominent drug user. Cocteau had a twenty five year relationship with another Jean, Jean Marais, the cover star of The Smiths single This Charming Man/Jeane. 

The reason I am writing this, is because last night, as I slept in my bed, it suddenly struck me that Jean Genet was the subject matter of the Smiths song Jeane, although in theory, it could also be about Cocteau or Marais, but the line "the low-life has lost it's appeal" made me more inclined to think of Genet. I presume an 'e' was tagged onto Jean to make it look as though the subject was a female.

 This morning, I rushed to find my copy of Mozipedia to find out if I was right about Genet being the influence for Jeane, but I discovered that Simon Goddard (the author) had made NO entry whatsoever for Genet, and according to Mozipedia, the song Jeane is about either Linder Sterling or "an obvious by-product of Morrissey's fascination with Shelagh Delaney." Really? I'd be interested in the thoughts of others.


Yet another MorrisseysWorld article has appeared, this time entitled, 'Announcing the 2014 Tour', although no such tour is actually announced in the article, but I'm sure it means well! The main crux of the new article, is to mention a True-To-You posting from December 3rd, that for some reason has gone pretty unnoticed. Here is the TTY article:

Graffiti/sketch on the wall at the United concourse at Los Angeles Airport (LAX)

3 December 2013
Morrissey Night
Graffiti/sketch on the wall at the United concourse at Los Angeles Airport (LAX).

The reason that I didn't report on this TTY article when it was posted, is because it appeared on the day that I published the 'Missing Gems from Autobiography' piece. Solow did report the TTY posting, but pretty much brushed over it's relevance, and there were certainly no references by the Solowers to any Blue Roses. My thanks to Fifi, who yesterday posted a video link about the artist, Shizu Saldamando:

Also in the latest MW piece are a number of Twin Peaks references, which includes a little bit of Log Lady, who happens to mention the Isle of Wight. Could I be right in what I wrote yesterday? The MW article also states: "When Blue Rose is finally revealed, you will not believe your eyes. It might even change your life." This collage has also been added as the header to the MW site:

The place once known as MorrisseysWorld

All this MW activity, and yet our numbers do not grow. In fact, I can't remember the last time somebody new stumbled across this whole phenomenal story and was inquisitive enough to ask questions. Perhaps it isn't an easy thing to stumble across, perhaps the story has moved on too far for it to make sense. Do the Deluded Dozen actually want all of Morrissey's fans to discover MW, or would they rather keep it/him to themselves?

Anchors aweigh.

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

Day 825 - The Big Ship Sails On

My umpteenth threat to close down my semi-mesmerizing, 'Daily Star like' blog, has worked... THE MOZZIAH IS BACK... AGAIN!

You won't be able to resist, my rodent friend - not now I've given you more free publicity on my widely-read and semi-widely respected mesmerizing Blog thing. You'll be back tomorrow before the sun sets. And I shall smile and flip a coin.

Our Mozzer

The "free publicity" of which Our Mozzer writes, is a new parody piece on, entitled 'Morrissey at the Nobel Peace Prize, Oslo, 2013'. The piece sees Our Mozzer back to his parody writing best, picking on the likes of Marcus Markou, me, Boz Boorer, Morrissey, Broken, Michael Bracewell, Judge Weeks, Nigel Davis, Jesse Tobias, Matt Walker, Solomon Walker, LizzyCat, EARS.... well, EVERYBODY really! The best line is saved for Solow, with the great quote of, "It's twats moderating bastards on behalf of a cunt."



Apart from Our Mozzer posting a comment on my blog, there was also a rather interesting comment left by 'Fifi', who a number of the Deluded Dozen believe to be Morrissey ...well we would, wouldn't we. Fifi's comment would seem to back up HeatherCat's surrealist theory of yesterday. Fifi writes, "Saying Morrissey and Absurde are linked is an understatement." Here is her(?) full comment:

Jean Genet was a prominent and controversial French novelist, playwright, poet, essayist, and political activist.
He directed the movie "Un chant d'amour" (A song of love) in 1950.
Because of its explicit (though artistically presented) homosexual content, the 26-minute movie was long banned and even disowned by Genet later in his life.
Un chant d'amour was quoted by Morrissey as being one of his favourite movies.
And yes, Genet wrote "theatre de l'absurde" plays and is part of the movement.
Saying Morrissey and "Absurde" are linked is an understatement.
You could also read this. It compares Genet and Morrissey in Jean-Paul Sartre's paean "Saint Genet". An interesting read.
There would be a lot to say about this and I will leave it to that.
If you want to find out more, you should wander to some obscure Parisian theatres on some cold nights. Absurde plays are not the most sought after plays these days, but you might meet a gentle soul who will convince you that life is better lived absurdly.
When I lose this concept, I know where to find him and he knows where to find me.
Good luck with whatever is next on the cards for you, Rat. Sail on, we will be waiting on the docks for your return.
"Oh the big ship sailed on the alley alley oh..." you know the song...

On your way to your new absurd world, drop your anchor at the Isle, make your way to Robin Hill. Johnny Marr will be there, I will be there and maybe good old friends will be there too. Who knows. I sure don't, I am only deluded.

Fifi xx


Fifi's Genet/Morrissey link is EXTREMELY interesting. I cannot believe how much this whole MW phenomenon has taught me. 'Un chant d'amour'/'Jean Genie':

Also of extreme interest is Fifi's final paragraph:

"On your way to your new absurd world, drop your anchor at the Isle, make your way to Robin Hill. Johnny Marr will be there, I will be there and maybe good old friends will be there too."

 If this isn't a wind up, it can only mean one thing. Robin Hill is a Country Park on the Isle of Wight, but every September, for a five day period, it is taken over by Rob da Bank for 'Bestival'. Could Fifi possibly be telling us that Morrissey, Marr, and perhaps Noel Gallagher are going to play together? Gallagher is a friend of Johnny's and has recently been seen with Morrissey and Russell Brand. Morrissey and Gallagher were also both at Claridge's last Saturday. As I type this, it's starting to sound less far fetched than one might imagine. How about a 'Secret Headlining Supergroup' at next years Bestival? The band doesn't even need to have a name. No posters. No publicity. Morrissey/Marr/Gallagher/Boorer/Some old drummer.... close your eyes, and it just might happen.

And if I am wrong about Bestival, then there is always Adam Ant playing songs from Dirk Wears White Sox at Shanklin Theatre on March 29th.

And finally, one of the Deluded Dozen is showing a bit of desertion in the ranks. The omission of Morrissey's relationship with Jake Walters from the American edition of Autobiography, saw Romina take to twitter to vent her anger, and she has followed it up by accusing Morrissey of hating women and being boring. Here is Romina's comment from my blog entry of yesterday:

Thank you Rat, your post is very interesting! It's truly positive give attention to Morrissey's lyrics using classic literature gems, but sadly I think the men himself will not apreciate. I think he desires only having the same old gossip around him he's still playing like an half naked woman on a calendar who moaning:"Oh people think about me just like a sexual object..." And God only knows how much he hates women. An italian journalist wrote it better than me comparing Morrissey to our beloved Nanni Moretti playing in his second movie saying his most famous punch:" They will notice me more if I don't go to the party or if I go and stay all alone in a corner without saying a word?" In these days I can't imagine nothing more boring than Morrissey, sorry!

And now I must 'Anchors Aweigh', and sail my ship.












Monday, 16 December 2013

Day 824 - Surrealism

Today, I was going to write the next part of my pantomime, but it would take a lot of hard work, and to be honest, for a readership of just twelve people, I can't be bothered! All twelve of my readers know the story anyway, so they can make up the rest of the pantomime in their heads, which will be far more exciting anyway.

I have decided that whilst everything has gone quiet on the Morrissey front, I am going to put this blog thing of mine to bed. It has taken over my life for the past two years, and although I have thoroughly enjoyed the journey, I find that it is like living another life, which leads me nicely onto this:

I would like to share with my twelve readers a theory about MorrisseysWorld. It is not my theory, but that of one of the more intellectual members of the Deluded Dozen:

"I happened to read that November Spawned a Monster was inspired by Les Chants de Maldoror, a poetic novel that inspired the surrealist movement. 'Sleep on and dream of love' supposedly comes from the passage which concludes with, 'sleep on, hermaphrodite, awaken not, I implore you.' The importance of this work to surrealism made me think of David Lynch, who's considered a surrealist filmmaker, and thus the Twin Peaks/MorrisseysWorld connection. Lynch often talks about the blurring of lines between fake and real, a central characteristic of surrealism.

Another link to Morrissey, MorrisseysWorld and surrealism is the fascinating film by Orson Welles called 'F for Fake', where Welles completely toys with the viewer, making it unclear what is real and fake. 'I started at the top and worked my way down' from 'Now I Am a Was' comes from the Welles film, so Moz is apparently familiar with it.

A literary movement associated with surrealism is the Theatre of the Absurd, which includes Samuel Beckett, whom Moz has been compared to. This literary style is obviously characterized by absurdity and often uses nonsense speech because surrealism values the subconscious/dreamworld and irrationality. If Kate Ryan is one of Morrissey's characters, she would be the nonsense/irrational representation of the subconscious to play with our notion of reality. If you notice, she often tweets about reality and truth."

One of the Deluded Dozen
December 2013

If the author of the above wishes to put their name to it in the comments section below, then please do so. The theory seems a perfectly logical one to me. I have to admit that I'd never heard of the Theatre of the Absurd, but then again, why would I have, I don't read! Oh, my poor education. For anybody interested, I googled the Theatre of the Absurd (which to me sounds like a Monty Python sketch):

The Theatre of the Absurd (FrenchThéâtre de l'Absurde) is a designation for particular plays of absurdist fiction written by a number of primarily European playwrights in the late 1950s, as well as one for the style of theatre which has evolved from their work. Their work expressed the belief that human existence has no meaning or purpose and therefore all communication breaks down. Logical construction and argument gives way to irrational and illogical speech and to its ultimate conclusion, silence.[1]

Critic Martin Esslin coined the term in his 1960 essay "Theatre of the Absurd." He related these plays based on a broad theme of the Absurd, similar to the way Albert Camus uses the term in his 1942 essay, "The Myth of Sisyphus".[2] The Absurd in these plays takes the form of man’s reaction to a world apparently without meaning, and/or man as a puppet controlled or menaced by invisible outside forces. Though the term is applied to a wide range of plays, some characteristics coincide in many of the plays: broad comedy, often similar to Vaudeville, mixed with horrific or tragic images; characters caught in hopeless situations forced to do repetitive or meaningless actions; dialogue full of clichés, wordplay, and nonsense; plots that are cyclical or absurdly expansive; either a parody or dismissal of realism and the concept of the "well-made play".
Playwrights commonly associated with the Theatre of the Absurd include Samuel BeckettEugène IonescoJean GenetHarold PinterTom StoppardFriedrich Dürrenmatt,Alejandro JodorowskyFernando ArrabalVáclav Havel and Edward Albee.

And finally, Morrissey was photographed in London's Claridge Hotel on Saturday with a group of lads from the isle of Wight. Noel Gallagher was spotted in Claridge's too. Perhaps it was a Freemason meeting!

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Friday, 13 December 2013

Following The Mozziah - The Pantomime Act 1 Scene 1 - In the dark


(A man staggers in the dark on a completely black stage, with just a spot light on him)

TRB: (Talking to audience) Where am I? How have I ended up here?

(A male, Irish voice comes from the dark)

LOUGHTON LIL: Hello, is anybody there?

(The man comes from the dark and joins the first man under the spotlight)

TRB: I thought I was alone. I'm The Rats Back, pleased to meet you. (The pair shake hands)

LOUGHTON: It's grand to meet you too, so it is. Me name's John, but in here I'd like to be known as Loughton Lil. Why are yee called The Rats Back?

TRB: It's because of my hunched, hairy back. People say it's like a rat's back. To make matters worse, I live in a bedsit on the Isle of Wight.

LOUGHTON: Jeesus, you got it bad. A typical Morrissey fan, well, a typical Smiths fan at least. Yes, I can see the hunch now you mention it. Fook me, yer loike Quasi frigging modo. Ne'er moind, it doesn't matter what you look loike in here.



TRB: And where exactly is "in here"?

LOUGHTON: Well the soigns I was following said it was MorrisseysWorld.

TRB: Well the signs I saw, were showing MorrisseysWorld to be in the other direction, but something told me to ignore them, and take the opposite route.

LOUGHTON: Aye, they were the same soigns I saw, but I just presumed some fooker had turned them around. That happens a lot from where I come from. Bastards. Anyway, do you think he might be here then? Morrissey, I mean.

TRB: Well, I think so, but it's so dark in here, how are we ever going to find our way, and are we the only two to be following the Mozziah?

LOUGHTON: "Following the Mozziah". I loike that.

(There is a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning, and a skinny man in a pair of jack boots, braces and a cape appears from nowhere) (The audience boo)

SKINNY: (Booming voice) You fools, you bell ended, cretinous fools. Those sign posts hadn't been tampered with, they were purposely pointing the other way. There is nothing worth seeing here. Turn back now, before it is too late.

(There is another flash and crash and Skinny disappears)

(TRB is just about to talk to Loughton when there is yet another crash and flash, and Skinny returns.) (The audience boo)

SKINNY: Did I mention that you are bell ends?

LOUGHTON: Yes, yes you did.

SKINNY: That's alright then.

(There is another flash and crash, and he is gone again)


LOUGHTON: What are you doing on the floor Rats? Get up.

TRB: I was, er, I was just looking for a contact lens. (starts to get up) He was scary wasn't he? So much anger. Do you think he's right, do you think we've misread the signs?

LOUGHTON: Oi've no idea, but now that we're here, we may as well see what we can see. What was it you said, 'Following the Mozziah'.

(Music starts up. Loughton Lil and TRB link arms and skip around the stage in a particularly mincing style, whilst singing the song 'Following the Mozziah')

LOUGHTON & TRB: (Singing)

We were surfing on our laptops
There was nothing much ado
When we stumbled on a Mozzer site
Entitled True To You

We read the three denials
But thought something weren't quite right
So we probed a little further
And now we've taken flight...


We're Following the Mozziah
Following the Mozziah
Things could be a whole lot worse
It could be Alagiah

We're Following the Mozziah
Following the Mozziah
And if it isn't him we've found
Then some cunt's a good liar

(The song finishes)

LOUGHTON: I can hear a noise coming from just over there (points to stage left).

TRB: It sounds like voices, and I think I can hear music. If I close my eyes (TRB closes his eyes), I can see a pub.

LOUGHTON: Yes, so can I. (closes his eyes) It's a traditional English pub. Can you make out the name? Close your eyes real tight, it will make it clearer.

TRB: (squeezes eyes tighter shut) Yes, it's all becoming very clear, it's called The Twitterdilly Arms.

 (A pub suddenly appears at the side of the stage)

LOUGHTON: Come on, let's head inside, it would appear that we aren't alone in this here, MorrisseysWorld.

(Music starts up again, Loughton & TRB link arms, and skip towards the pub, singing)


We're Following the Mozziah
Following the Mozziah
Things could be a whole lot worse
It could be Alagiah

We're Following the Mozziah
Following the Mozziah
And if it isn't him we've found
Then some cunt's a good liar

(The curtain falls and some of the audience throw roses. TRB pokes his head through the curtains)

TRB: Not yet you fools, the roses come at the end.

Act 1 - Scene 2 

The setting is inside The Twitterdilly Arms

Shall I continue?

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