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. 

The Modern City

‘It may burst into life at any moment, often when it is least expected. This possibility is a vital flash of hope in the mind of the man in the mire of the macadam, in the moving chaos, on the run.’

From ‘All That Is Solid Melts Into Air’ Marshall Berman

Music Review

Forgotten Idols lay smashed and scattered across the floor. Dissonant undercurrents coerce a riptide of shattered beats as Duran Duran Duran speeds into sight and docks directly into your neurological pathways. 
Tracks swarm into your mind, effortlessly dismantling the techno mainframe. Refracted acid takes 'Sexus' to a place where famished ghosts leer at each other across a mist-infused steam room. Repeated listenings reveal new fissures, fresh layers emerge as we scrape away at the glacial enormity of this techno scree-face. Redemption is in sight as we take a final pasting on 'Marathon Man', a track so banging as to provoke a wry smile on the face of any seasoned raver. At its climax it literally screeches under the weight of its intensity flinging its subjects into a feral transcendence.