Morrissey Central "LOST IN TIME, AND LOST IN SPACE" (June 25, 2023)

LOST IN TIME, AND LOST IN SPACE

LOST IN TIME, AND LOST IN SPACE - MESSAGES FROM MORRISSEY - MORRISSEY CENTRAL - LOST IN TIME, AND LOST IN SPACE

MESSAGES FROM MORRISSEY on MORRISSEY CENTRAL

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Peepholism:

"Also featured were Nuneaton pensioners Joyce Armson and Lily Holmes and Joyce's poodle, Sammy. Both in their sixties, the pair enjoyed VIP treatment during an all-expenses paid stay. Lily said,"We never came down to earth for two days. It's amazing how people have seen us on the telly."

Regards,
FWD.

 

[BookishBoy]

It is considered grammatically acceptable to use an apostrophe to denote the plural of an acronym. (Equally acceptable not to use the apostrophe.)

So let's not be too harsh on the poor old Nuneaton & Bedworth Trader!

 

[Miss Ann Thorpe]

Are they the new band members?

 

[Lujan369]

You're obsessed with his imaginary drink problem.

He wants to have a story with Moz, he is sadly obsessed imagine Moz drunk and saying: Oh Skinny you are already here, I have always dreamed of you and today my dream has manifested. Poor human disorder

 

[goinghome]

Lost in time, and lost in space. Such a simple item of concentrated fond meaning; something from the rag and bone shop of the heart, as Yeats put it.

It also reminds me of this poem:

LAST THINGS

When Wittgenstein's cottage in Galway was unlocked
He had outwitted his critics: thousands of comics
Rose up among mice droppings where they had wanted
To find folios from an Ubermensch, not Superman.

And Yeats, dying so intently on the Cote d'Azur
Read Westerns while he worked on his obituary
Though lariats turn to cinctures in the last verses.
Cú Chulainn was present, but also Bat Masterson.

Which is to say we aim at shoddy rapture.
The trash of dailiness has warmed us like newspaper
Down through the years inside our vests and jackets
Against all weathers. When we must manage naked,
Some sheet of it may seem less print than parchment
From the event of its being bodily sheltered
As if the humdrum could become papyrus
Because we had touched it and held it close to us,
The breastplate of the tramp, the thing that lasts.
by Aidan Mathews

This collection of Morrissey photos from the 80s seems apt too -
https://www.pinterest.com.mx/Othersconqueredlove/80s-morrissey/

 

[Juan Dulces]

Lost in time, and lost in space. Such a simple item of concentrated fond meaning; something from the rag and bone shop of the heart, as Yeats put it.

It also reminds me of this poem:

LAST THINGS

When Wittgenstein's cottage in Galway was unlocked
He had outwitted his critics: thousands of comics
Rose up among mice droppings where they had wanted
To find folios from an Ubermensch, not Superman.

And Yeats, dying so intently on the Cote d'Azur
Read Westerns while he worked on his obituary
Though lariats turn to cinctures in the last verses.
Cú Chulainn was present, but also Bat Masterson.

Which is to say we aim at shoddy rapture.
The trash of dailiness has warmed us like newspaper
Down through the years inside our vests and jackets
Against all weathers. When we must manage naked,
Some sheet of it may seem less print than parchment
From the event of its being bodily sheltered
As if the humdrum could become papyrus
Because we had touched it and held it close to us,
The breastplate of the tramp, the thing that lasts.
by Aidan Mathews

This collection of Morrissey photos from the 80s seems apt too -
https://www.pinterest.com.mx/Othersconqueredlove/80s-morrissey/

Thank you for posting this too! Back in college, I took a poetry class where we read Minding Ruth, one of Mathews' poetry books. He can really paint with words.

 

[Sonny Jim]

peter cook wrote the report?

 

[Sonny Jim]

Those old broads depress me so much. I mean, I'm sure they're nice and all but f***, I don't wanna get old

If you rub lotion into your face, it will iron out any creases and youth will be your virtue

 

[TheSmiths_1985]

peter cook wrote the report?
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[Sonny Jim]

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No thats Roger Cook but I see what you did there

 

[Sonny Jim]

OAP ( old age pensioner) in case you didnt know

 

[gashonthenail]

Lost in time, and lost in space. Such a simple item of concentrated fond meaning; something from the rag and bone shop of the heart, as Yeats put it.

It also reminds me of this poem:

LAST THINGS

When Wittgenstein's cottage in Galway was unlocked
He had outwitted his critics: thousands of comics
Rose up among mice droppings where they had wanted
To find folios from an Ubermensch, not Superman.

And Yeats, dying so intently on the Cote d'Azur
Read Westerns while he worked on his obituary
Though lariats turn to cinctures in the last verses.
Cú Chulainn was present, but also Bat Masterson.

Which is to say we aim at shoddy rapture.
The trash of dailiness has warmed us like newspaper
Down through the years inside our vests and jackets
Against all weathers. When we must manage naked,
Some sheet of it may seem less print than parchment
From the event of its being bodily sheltered
As if the humdrum could become papyrus
Because we had touched it and held it close to us,
The breastplate of the tramp, the thing that lasts.
by Aidan Mathews

This collection of Morrissey photos from the 80s seems apt too -
https://www.pinterest.com.mx/Othersconqueredlove/80s-morrissey/

It's also (another) reference to The Rocky Horror Picture Show. There have been a few of those on Moz Central over the past year or so. Moz is obviously a fan.

 

[Juan Dulces]

peter cook wrote the report?
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Sometimes I read through these too quickly, I thought that was Gary Puckett for a second! 'Have you got cheating on your miiiiiiiiiiind?' (Probably one of the greatest written and recorded songs of all time)

 

[gashonthenail]

Sometimes I read through these too quickly, I thought that was Gary Puckett for a second! 'Have you got cheating on your miiiiiiiiiiind?' (Probably one of the greatest written and recorded songs of all time)

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Luvin that song I reckon you must be a bit of a player, Juan...

 

[Juan Dulces]

Luvin that song I reckon you must be a bit of a player, Juan...

Well, I certainly enjoy the beauty in life.