Thursday, 29 June 2017

Staples of our Urban Existence


Million Year Spree
Celebrate Everything
Keep One Eye On The Reaper
Technical One-upmanship
Exude Charm
Go Back To Charm School
Talk Way Too Much
Express Interest in Limpid Tracery
Aw Shucks
Talk About Morton Feldman All The Time
Dream About Connecticut
‘Expressions’ by John Coltrane
Also
‘Miles Smiles’ with Borbetomagus on the Backburner
American Anglophobe
Yes to Purple Parakeets
Yes to Woodpeckers
Unexpurgated editions please
Lotus blossom
Vegetative States
Poet Scum
Visceral Vicissitudes
Etudes
Bare Faced Lone Bore

Morning songs Upstart Vagabond

Friday, 23 June 2017





Uncommon Weather

One bee fell into my lap
One I found on the floor on by the door
Creatures simply dropping
Yearning
For a cool breeze
Now it
Rushes in from the Atlantic
Onwards with a
Grind of gears a
Tightness of limb
They say you won’t be the greatest footballer
I wouldn’t worry too much
It’s an overrated game
Meanwhile birds flop out of trees
Exhausted by the heat
Outside the British Museum a large thuggish herring gull
Who is a long way from home
Pecks viciously at the lifeless body of a Jay
Sad to see this most colourful of birds

End its life this way.

Thursday, 22 June 2017





Today At The Splash Park

Voted most notable notary by his peers
Hands extending tendril like offering a gift
Tumbrils of mist at the mouth of the portal
It is time the mugshot beckoned
Take seagull’s flight to the coast road
It leads to nowhere but that is ok
I guess
You guess?

A baked ham sits baking on the promenade very near the Splash Park
It’s all so perfectly designed in its dismal symmetry
Rotary Club
Very white make up
Very clay brown crackling
Very dense air with smell of cooking flesh human or otherwise
And all the while splash zone
We could search this town turn out all the houses build a pyre and still find nothing of worth
We could ride roughshod over these dreamers
Wheel spins in the darkness fumes from the spinning wheels of utility buggies, dumped lodes, clod busted wagons, incinerated dust carts, old boats held up by bricks.

The only worthwhile thing here is solitude if that’s what you want you’re on the wrong side of the river. 




The phone won’t charge (or why it’s not poetic to use ETC)
Car starts
And time
The spookiness of an octopus
Moving slowly backwards the way they do
Like penitents
They slither out of the Proterozoic
Layered onion eye eclipsed over pizza
This time in the summer bird’s song begins at 4:15 am
It was just the longest day
Writing up these notes
Listening to La Monte
Guzzling coffee thinking about the future worrying about the past
Running down new corridors and avenues of the same maze
They just look different I have two new companions I need to guide
Not just take them to the foot of the mountain and leave them there like us
See it’s there again snatching out of the past dragging backwards like that infernal writhing squid creature
Gauzy mollusc eye unpredictable twilight beast
The childcare life the refrigerated bliss of the frozen section
Morning bird song slowly unfolds into chaotic dissonance but strangely harmonious
Helicopters buzz band saw rock drill sirens kids wail cheer scream talk a guttural debased Hebraic mind sore
A rough Zen beast slithers down Nevsky Prospect or the Seven Sisters road you decide
Roughly shod hooves clopped across borders once now I need five passwords to make it work
A triangle a star a brilliant sparks some energy please!!!!

Fear of God held men in place for hundreds of years, fear of God and the fear of men that wielded Gods authority on Earth
Now fear death or poverty, dying in poverty etc. sleeping souls bleeding rough in a bus shelter having cold coffee poured over your head like a living hell better off inside why then commit a crime the greater the magnitude the longer your stay at her majesty’s pleasure what a ridiculous phrase to take pleasure from all the men locked up
Bindweed with its hurrah white trumpet flowers creeps around new rose bush have no fear
Floating enormous dragonfly cargo cruiser metallic purple and gold and humming low frequency

Dominions?
It’s a fantastic word, nature’s wild dominions

Escarpment?

Also a fantastic word. He broached her rocky escarpment and handed her the flaming batton of his heart.

Five hours of piano minimalism to what end to carry home a bag of beers.
To understand where and why to undo the seasons rain or block out the moon thoughts howling into the night like a pack of wolves inside your head tearing at the thought that got separated from the pack ripping it to shreds

In the beginning monks controlled the words just like those other men of God we mentioned earlier
Once the words are liberated history of mankind changes, now the codex has been thrown from its horse walls of ideas replaced the novel a singularly painstaking undertaking.

TODAY I ATE MY SALAD WITH A SPOON
For Wallace Stevens.
A small cruel stain on
The word spreading like port wine
Brushed over thick black bristles
These vicissitudes feel medieval
As we hunt boar through the urban lanes
Soon to taste a proposal sweet
In the knowledge that a chastening or a cooling off period
Could ecstatically revise
This new found sense of being alive
To chew up the words again and spit them out
With renewed vigour

Amen 

Thursday, 8 June 2017




BEER DRINKERS AND HELL RAISERS


Erase your memory
Start today like it’s the first day
Gather a small bag of belongings it’s all you will need
Frisson exchange glance contact release bonded over stretched
Come there is not much time the bus leaves at dawn
It’s a fantastic scenario involving box cars, hobos, winos and beatniks
A wild ride across the prairies over the Rockies and on to California
The whole historical shithouse going off like a nuclear bomb in his head
Roads leading to tributaries linking to hexagonal root systems leading ladies
Turn around bright eyes every now then things fall apart
Abandoned motif fashion victim Hiroshima bag lady chicken chow mien your own business
A FUGUE DRIFTS IN ON THE BREEZE YOU SIGH WE RELAX AND THAT’S HOW IT STARTS

       Episode 2     “Camembert” 

Greased up lithe and writhing ready to business in the modern would
Ok let’s do this say the cabal as they cluster  ‘neath my balcony clouds of weed smoke unravelling lugubrious lunch time  theorist catching a whiff of the vapours nauseous yet hugely successful all in their own realms he is an insurance law expert. Motivation lesson today is loose desire for new acquisitions induce and encourage feeling of repulsion for those who do and need too spring away from form into something remotely Mediterranean  or at least intellectual in the Bloomsbury sense of the word. 
                            Part 3 (interlude Vergessun W Mertens)

Eyes wide open, two parakeets clearly visible, one jay and two magpies.

Once spotted never forgotten, creating a community, teaching the children to place a clipping in a jar. One lad cut his finger, it was minute, passed out into the arms of Sam the Gardener now that’s a lovely tale, could be symbolic for everything right now. In order to survive in today’s culture the individual must be conversant with a multitude of modern technologies such that he or she can adapt to updates and new systems without any discernible break in pace that could upset revenue flows and any other run off services that may be affected.

PRELUDE TO VOLVO STARLING CONFIGURATION

Westfield High Tension Line Step Down

Ascending to car park P2 the Volvo felt like it was entering a spiral nebulae, the radio four documentary on the murmuration of starlings was starting to intensify and I had to pull all my strength of will and concentration to pilot the vehicle effectively around the never ending greasy with rain spiral of the car park in ramp.  Upon arrival I parked efficiently and proceeded to enter the pleasure dome, whereupon an intense feeling that I could literally achieve anything washed over me in a swathe of delirious joy. I however callously threw away this emotion by entering the Lego Store and Elysion’s rich dominions were at once lost forever.


To Be Continued
TIPS ON READING LISTS, FOR STUDENTS OF ENGLISH


'If you have other well-developed individual interests (plant-breeding or Mongolian dialects, say), transfer to these also your habits of collecting and preserving good data, because remembering that you once knew where to look for something but now can't quite recall how to find it is a frustration that good information-housekeeping can do much to diminish. Don't delete or throw out aids to study that look currently beside the point, because that very point may come around sooner or later. The humble booklist may be just what's needed to get you out of a tight corner, or into one.' 


J.H. Prynne Director of Studies in English

Monday, 5 June 2017




After a hard day improvising
return to improvising

I wanted to create something brilliant
obstacles in my way lead me to improvise


To feel
To let go
To be alive but again

To shed an old skin
To slip away
To be loosed
To retreat into the world

Look forward to things already in the past
Silent, a living ghost in a shark cage.


Instruments on this recording include:

Scythian hunting bells, ghost choir, Orux horns, bass cabinet, electric mirror, abandoned harpsichord, chest freezers, Bantam drums……...

Friday, 2 June 2017







Delve 1


Schemata hubris jungle waste shell shocked climbing up and over beyond the realism of your ideology its fine for you to say that but you don’t have kids some bum saying better the devil you know what an attitude blue butterfly or was it a leaf yes I am fine thanks vans pouring into the city a forty year old mystery the hard spike of statistical reality so many died for Marx let’s take a look at Julian Bream for instance an exemplar plucker no doubt about try not to get too close to the borders think hard about the reactions you wish to provoke Rilke loves to bang on about Orpheus they all return to mythologies strolling through the books you catch scent of an old acquaintance following it around through crime and sci-fi into detective thriller but all that remains is a red scarf on a low bench keep moving switch to a coffee grinder your brew will be much fresher in the morning I find it harder to wake up these days without fresh coffee take the A12 all the way to Colchester or Camaludium there twenty years ago Psychic TV were on stage the lead singer is quite a performer in his eyes well  also I am  reminded of my childhood fascination with jelly fish now it’s turned into latent fear after I brushed my leg against an underwater shoal of pickled cauliflowers mildly stung Jean Painleve the road roads the north circular the m25 back to a circle someone mentioned eternal return it’s time to begin the final chapter the house was empty this morning it felt strange and eerie he jumped and the least liked member of team is absent statistical analysis cobble stones a way through the trees a clearly marked path across the fells rooks ravens savages not buzzards majestic soaring on the updrafts making that screech that is so recognisable at once. 

Thursday, 1 June 2017



Fresh Water Assassins

Are invading our waters
Flies buzzing around the beer rim

She’s a veggie ok?
Can she eat haloumi?
Luminous her friendship was effervescent yet the mind
Was over fried, its contents unpleasant once unleashed, you know
                                   The score.  
If you are a creative it is possible to work anywhere, the lesbian with cataracts retorts.
I don’t think so, I think, trying hard not to please.
Eat some more food, stop talking.
Right now I say! That lone magpie really does make some noise in the morning.
Summer seduction of dust and migraine industry.
I perspire indefinitely over so on and so forth how and when etc. the exactly right texture of birthday cake etc. etc.

A barge of waste floats towards the mouth of the Thames Estuary on the ebb tide, gulls dive bomb for scraps, it gets smaller and smaller, then look at the currents, imagine how to swim in that.