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

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.

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 

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

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……...

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. 

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.