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The Swedish literary journal Pequod
2006, December, pp. 9-12.

Article: Flowers don’t burp.
By Inger Edelfeldt,
famous and beautiful Swedish author who is really really great. Born 1956. A Bowie fan from the beginning.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
Of fans with golden daffodils
- William Wordsworth (well…)

You have destroyed my flowerlike life…
- Morrissey (Miserable lie)

In the middle of August this year [2006], Oline Stig wrote in DN [Dagens Nyheter, the biggest Swedish Daily] a critical review of two books about funerals. In the introduction she wrote about a trend-breaking Swedish death obituary (1977) with a flower instead of the usual cross. That flower was not easy to use, and the resistance was founded in, according to the then director of DN, the fact that they wanted to avoid something like that wild grown outfit [vildvuxen utstyrsel] in obituaries.
“Flowers are not dangerous”, the deceased husband said in an earlier letter [brevdikt] to the editor.
This brought my [Inger Edelfeldt] thoughts to Manchester. During the time The Smiths waved the most with their daffodils, Morrissey, in a TV-show where children interviewed artists, was asked about the meaning with these flowers, and he answered: “I think flowers are very beautiful things. They are nice and innocent things, they don’t harm anybody, they don’t burp, they do not do anything ugly. Why not? It’s better, I think, than waving socks about.”
And the daffodils (and also gladiolus) has certainly followed Moz through his career. Those going to his concern at Hovet in Stockholm this spring was as usual spotted already at the train. They could be spotted not only because of their haircuts, clothes and badges but also by the daffodils that showed from [stack upp] pockets or were held in hands.
In Johnny Rogan’s biographical book Morrissey and Marr, the severed alliance (by the way hated by Mårran [she actually writes that] himself) you can read that the flowers were introduced by Morrissey and Marr when The Smiths were playing at the club “Hacienda” in Manchester, and Morrissey gave the following explanation: “They are symbolical, and the reasons to that are at least three. We started with them as a counterbalance to the Hacienda club when we played there; it was so sterile an inhuman. We wanted some harmony with nature. An we wanted to show some optimism in Manchester, something the flowers also stand for (Manchester is still half paralysed, and that paralysation is still permeating the entire Factory…) [This is my translation of Edelfeldt’s translation of Rogan]
And later: “The flowers are a human gesture…the world of music had reached the point where people really were afraid to show what they felt; to show their feelings at all. I thought that was a sin and a disgrace [synd och skam] and besides you got bored. The flowers gave hope.”
He got, still according to Rogan’s book, inspiration from Oscar Wilde who used to fill his home with daffodils in Oxford. For the fans of Wilde the flowers became an important feature and Morrissey wanted something like that. According to Rogan, Morrissey said that the disciples of The Smiths would soon put gladioli in front of his feet.
At the The Smiths concert in London Lyceum 1983 flowers were distributed to the audience, which should have started the tradition where the The Smiths audience instead brought flowers.
It can be mentioned here, that in contrast to the innocence of the flowers, the music press at the same time started to speculate about if several of Morrissey’s texts were really about pedofili (“Handsome devil”, “The Hand that Rocks the Cradle”, “Reel Around the Fountain”) – assumptions that of course made M himself really upset. They can be said to be the beginning of a number of suspicions [misstänkliggöranden] about his innocent but bantering [raljanta], and to many provocative, appearance. He would later repeatedly be exposed to a rather brutal stalking from t