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Cog Sinister
2007-09-20 10:28:00 Oh hope-filled mortician and variegated smokerDead-end road runner on legs of clay pigeonhonest politician or fire engine stokerWing clipped hirsute protester on soapbox religionStarving obesity with lips dripping hollowed-out laughterSea-sick fisherman on the brink of planetary extinctionShipwrecked aquarium attendant on the lip of hereafterLords and ladies with faces of dubious distinctionAnti-establishment disgruntled pulpit basherWords strung flashing the murderous headlinesFriendly fire neighbourhood conscience washerEars for the princess of anti-personnel minesFor that that which you wish for so very fervently hardOr would have yourself doubtless unquestioningly believeThat the pursuit of money is the marked and malicious cardSecreted yet in the politicians unaccountable sleeveOr that the contract you blindly and confidently enterWith your heart but forgetting the mind to engageIs piece that is taken from the sweet doughnut centrelining the pockets handmade for the master of t... More About: Sinister
Metropolitan Mambo
2007-09-15 09:15:00 From fingertips outstretched wingtip wide to where I amTwixt looming billboard and the words of Omar KhayyamBetween the forgotten light of distant glowing starsAnd glittering chrome on displays of polished carsThis sunken city reveals its beauty; its origami soulThe place where lines of longing meet with nihilist rock n rollWhere faces fade to blur in private world aloof to interest?s gazeAnd beat percussive pavement pain chokes in carbon hazePushing glass and steel and stone aloft to silhouetted signatureIts metro-heart does beat a life unique with conscious cultureBut judging not the tide that washes its streets in search of moreTo add their names and tastes and frames of reference to the coreRise up through tarmac tinsel town to dance on stages stoneAnd fill my head with light and sound for the rhythmic walk back home More About: Mambo , Metropolitan
Pinups #7
2007-09-12 09:15:00 Will you still have a song to singWhen the razor boy comes and takes your fancy things away More About: Pinup
Can't TXT You Hell - Observation
2007-09-07 09:15:00 Here I am at the front of the crowd, an island of cool the jewel in the shroud wandering through the chaos of common folk no egg-white me just solid yolk with my head full of steam and thumb to the key key keyskey-tones, ring-tones polyphonic panic, the boy in the bubble-wrap suit, dressed to kill but oblivious to all hard-fought traffic and luckless pedestrians, the little screen spewing garbage un-recycled and unrepentant while the empty head shouts me me me.Fuck me fuck you reality sucks pigeon survival skill Darwin deluxe, I head for the front of the oncoming bus whose driver is talking to his mate in Hammersmith and his cell phone eyes rolling in Slavic disgust at the English summer that threatens to make better swimmers out of all of us.My chalk outline across Mercedes Benz logo, windscreen wipers disturb my lunatic fringe gel slick tick tock tick tock the little hand tells me I?m out of time - off the clock. More About: Hell
View From The Treetops (3 Sept '07)
2007-09-03 09:15:00 J.G.Ballard - Towards CrashI first saw this short BBC film over at Mac Tonnies' Posthuman Blues.I read a lot of Ballard's work during the 80's and he always impressed me with his detachment; his alien mind. The Atrocity Exhibition had a profound effect on me when I first read it; it seemed to allude to some underlying structure,; some cold and reptilian force acting within.This film may appeal only to Ballard fans but it is worth watch for the insight given in the final lines.----------------------------------- ----------------------------------------- ------The Great PersuaderEric Hobsbawm's essays on today's politics are unconventional and astringent. Hardly surprising for a world-famous historian whose communism provoked decades of controversyPaul LaitySaturday Sept ember 1, 2007The GuardianWhen the world's best-known historian turns his attention to today's political problems, it's worth listening. Eric Hobsbawm celebrated his 90th birthday this summer with a book of essays... More About: View
Lazarus Threw The Fight
2007-08-30 09:15:00 Zdzislaw BeksinskiThe clouds of doubt that hang about in the corners of the morningWon?t be dispelled by the pealing bells that answer the empty callingTo be held to breast in the emptiness that awaits the mind?s meanderDown seeking lane of longitude to rest on the edge of wonderThe tongues a-forked that taste the air and speak of wisdom?s treeDon?t scare me half as much as those who seek a piece of meThose soft approaching smiling faces that call the ego hitherWill soon attach some motive grey and cause the deal to witherLike fruit that grows on hallowed ground but tastes of rivers bitterPoisoned from the inside out and left the ground to litterAnd there to stunt the grass that seeks to make the sun its dutyTo venture forth on tracks untread and paint the world in beautyVampiric needs that seek to wing the mind that finds its freedomNot in the company of wolves to dwell nor dare to stay and feed themWith scraps of bone and blood soaked bait and hearts fragile still beatingThese emp... More About: Fight , Lazarus
Nostalgia
2007-08-27 09:15:00 From that decade that will forever be remembered for Wham! and U2, I often like to remind myself that there always is an alternative.Prefab Sprout - The Golden CalfHouse of Love - ChristineTriffids - Wide Open RoadGo-Betweens - Was There Anything I Could Do?Violent Femmes - Add It UpMagazine - Song From Under The Floorboardsand finally... More About: Nostalgia
Empty Head
2007-08-25 09:15:00 Despite all my rageI?m still just a rat in a cage~ Smashing PumpkinsThe body is a cage but the bird once freed will wither in sensory overload.Nightly hanging with the diplomatic corpses that rise at dusk to populate these states of diminished responsibility.Inevitably you find yourself back in that busy room, surrounded by strangers - some in whose company you spend more time than you do in the arms of your home - strangers with nothing in common other than the skills (or lack of skill) that bring you to spend your days together in pigeon holes or digging holes or selling souls.And there your worldly-wise your snake eyes thrown against the seven, there to laugh at loud proclamations of ?Hi folks, it?s me? or aphorisms badly wrapped by tangled tongue or torn memory curtain falling to litter the floor already too drunk to remember the tree that bore it or the saw that seesawed it.You assume the stance of glassy eyed glass in hand and legs splayed to lock yourself in - filled to the b... More About: Head , Empty
Cartographers' Crayons
2007-08-21 09:15:00 "The heart is heavenbut the mind is hell"~ Tom WaitsThere in the machine; the virtual vertigo; the dizzying heights of self-inflicted revenge where ransoms are paid in comment boxes and ratings and prestige is measured in meters and magnanimous mirages of flattery, name-dropping and wafer-thin facades of syrupy self-effacementHere in the field of electromagnetic zeros where grass grows in analogue steps and uniforms are avoided in all shape and form; where statues don?t represent any horsemen or heroes but are wrought from melted down awe that is never saluted or paraded beforeThere where Cartographers map the libido?s landscape while pornographers take the easy road to humanity?s dark depths; dance the chaotic Kabuki cabaret; pixel masks welded to fractal faces; the original moulds lost to market forces and rising damp inflation indicators blink blink blinkHere at the left turn un-stoned where they dance in the moment and howl at the moon; where the passing of days is marked ten ou... More About: Graph
I am a Child
2007-08-16 09:15:00 Barry Windsor-Smith ~ The Book of SamothraceWent to the cupboard but there was nobody thereExcept for some bones and a tangle of hairCame to the conclusion that no one would careIf I tripped on my words and slumped in my chairdreamed a dark dream of that consisted of youback in the amber of nineteen seventy-twoA green clay Golem in a dusty unmade homeHead touching rafter and eyes made of stoneShambling the sand floor in marked out roomsThe history of one while the future loomedIn the back of my car in the back of my mindThe stitches the threads in photographic rewindsMementos illusions tricks of the lightFace fading as yellow chemicals igniteIn the heart of the sun in the head of the moonProphecies dance in the heart?s ballroomI am the face in the mirror the touch of your handI am the seashore sculpture made out of sandWhose grains are not counted but randomly blownAcross dunes of tomorrow where the future is sownNot by the seeds of decay the half-life isotopeBut by the deeds of the... More About: Child
Narcoleptic Daydream
2007-08-12 09:15:00 You dress once again to these threads of cold rainyour trousers all stitched at the ankleShoes made of oil and the poor man?s toilAnd a mask of filigree fibreAnd the rat-a-tat-tat on your cerebral hatshakes the nails from your iron lung freepampered flesh far too weak to live the life of that freakthat you sometimes claim to beYou gulp down your chunks of prescription junkThat promise to take the edge off the worldDrink wine and complain at the state of the trainsWhile away days without treason or rhymeand arrive at the end of the hand-me-down recipeto find that you?ve run out of thymeSo you head for the hills on those bubblegum heelsEars flapping in the eloquent breezethat blows from the east and rattles your keysWhile enticing your thoughts to agreewith the divine and seductive and deluded decreethat you are what your mirror revealsBut the mirror is bent by the culture of plunderAnd cracked by the head of some goonand to look and to see might cause you to stumbleDown the staircase... More About: Narc
Journey
2007-08-03 09:15:00 I see your face next to mine in the window reflected, sometimes superimposed by the passing blur of green in sunlight dialogue dashing. The traffic there on parallel track keeps time with our hurling journey.Tickets please.Steam generated thought to piston arm pantograph arc on overhead line futurism forged for a past well deadbeat upshot downfall breathe in fallout windows flash by in fencepost strobe. Demon face at dead-man?s handle check the signals pass the candle om-mani-padme-hum points change all change for branchline roots and bark dog days dark death rays and noah?s ark.The whistle wind doors slam slow decay accelerate to once again blur the landscape changing outskirt housing and red brick rising factories and warehouse grafitti grenades on the length of an arm.This train terminates here and now.You smile in vague lipstick and gather your bag while I gather my head and the children send the chatter rising.Step down mind the gap in cathedral of industry echoing to join the ... More About: Journey
Astro Boy at Absolute Zero
2007-07-28 09:15:00 John Jude Palencar - ImagoHey Hey they don?t prepare you for this; all is forgotten in training manuals, simulators, medical machines and all that burning thrusting firepower; the hissing and the thunder roar.This silence absolute; this weight of all around unfelt - no wind in the hair since distance has removed all sense of motion.I turn and turn my umbilical snakes the stars they call my name.And ever there, immense and... round, the biggest thing I?ve ever seen, her cloudy face in slumber reined in white light clothed the inner out my world my everything.And as for the mission duties and checklist checks......I could let them all go and look at her forever. More About: Astro , Absolute
Cosmo Nought at Ground Zero
2007-07-28 09:14:00 John Jude Palencar - Adult RitesOh and Oh how I hang up down and upside down the curve of my world below deflating void.All is quiet breath bated the green shapes hover.The light that white dawned so brightly there; white and bright and fill my head white light.Tethered yet my feet together unable to kickAnd at my middle mouth the feeding tube slithersI take it in it fills me up I suck and suck my blood runs blue.Take me back take me back I swing my arm to the resistance no longer close and dark and warm.Here the air that rushes in cold and clean, here the space that holds nothing in, here my chest so razor thinHere the air nowhere to goHere my voice so suddenly bornHere the sound at once my own. More About: Ground , Cosmo , Round , Ground Zero
Chaos Fearie
2007-07-25 09:15:00 Gerard BromArmed with minimalist pipe dreamsand dogmatic conspirator schemesThe duo lie low in ambush awaiting the downpour abatingSister double derangergreen eyes ogle her pornographic burkaHer habit concealing the silicon strangerBrother berserkera yellow dog psychotic evangelic rangera cross-dressing deserterfrom the army of attitude arrangersTogether they suck on the crucifix but don?t suffer the pretextthat led them to sleep on your doorstepand lay down the laws (for a charitable cause)and demand that you follow the leaderLaw 1:Don?t spit on the street or shuffle your feetbut maximise your returns at the station of dreamsand ancient pyramid schemesWhile locomotives fish-tail a Cadillac-motif detailOn the retrograde moonAnd cover those manholeswhere girl guides shelter their causelike the tarnish on your mum?s silver spoonAnd the scratches on doors from marshmallow werewolf pawsLaw 2:The man from insurance brokenwill leave you a redeemable tokena schedule of smiles and tax-deduc... More About: Chaos
View From The Treetops (22 July 2007)
2007-07-22 09:15:00 Victoria (innit?)Those of us born into the English language tend not to appreciate how complex and versatile it is compared to many other languages.I watched Victoria Beckham on television the other night and marvelled at her minimal reading skills (??mix to the consistency. Of Course. Salt.?) and limited vocabulary (What?s an intersection??)Of course Queen Victoria is an easy target (being either as thick as the atmosphere at Israeli/Palestinian peace talks or a very good actress) but she does illustrate how it is not necessary to use the language correctly in order to succeed in capitalist terms.This diminished use of the language does not, however, deminish the language itself; on the contrary, it shows how powerful it actually is. Unfortunately, what is diminished is the level of communication that we now take to be acceptable - a world where our connection by language has become increasingly vague; where understanding is not guaranteed by correct use of language; where misunder... More About: View , July 2007 , July
Where the Pyramid Meets the Eye
2007-07-17 06:15:00 If you feel I?ve lost my spiritLike some drunkard?s wasted wineDon?t you even think about itI?m feeling fine~ Roky Erickson Where the Pyramid Meets the Eye is a tribute album to Roky Erickson.Roky Erickson hails from Austin Texas and was the frontman for the legendary 13th Floor Elevators.In 1968 he was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic and sent to a Houston psychiatric hospital, where he involuntarily received ECT.The Elevators were vocal proponents of LSD and marijuana use, and were subject to strong attention from police. In 1969, Erickson was arrested for possession of one marijuana joint in Austin. Facing a ten year prison term, Erickson pled not guilty by reason of insanity, which proved to be a mistake. He was first sent to the Austin State Hospital. After several escape attempts, he was sent to the Rusk State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, where he was subjected to more electroconvulsive therapy and Thorazine treatments and held until 1972."If you have ghosts, then ... More About: The Eye
This Avatar
2007-07-13 09:15:00 Steven Rooke ? evolved African maskThis avatarThis cold grey maskThis, the face of another manThis, what I know is trueThis, what I know of youThat is what I need to sayThat is what I have to doIn the metaphoric uniform I?m forced to wearThis, a statement of intentThis, the smell of burning incenseThis, the sum of a life experiencedThis tepid pool of rainThis yellow wall of painThis, the here and now for you to taste and swallowThese, the awful truthsThe grit and grime of meshing gearsThe sound of traffic in the nightThis, the destination knownThis, the garden overgrownThe shadows that lurk on leaf and stoneThese the crimes for which I must atoneThis, a moral kiosk, a stage whisper asideHere the face of all that can be justifiedThis shimmering mirage the horizon heat shiversThis night of abject terrorsthese the shards of glass that line the hall of mirrorsThese, my fingers on the keys, my toes in my plastic shoesThe words that tumble forth like thoughts encased in gobs of gluethis t... More About: Avatar
How Soon is Now
2007-07-09 09:15:00 Zdzislaw BeksinskiSilver service sugar bowls and china cups in floodPrints from brown fingertips and philosophies of bloodChildren of the empire born and left to ride the tideOf anger held at bay by force; the coin stood on its sideHeads that roll and tails that turn your name in to the thought policeMen that can?t see past the dotted line that marks their trouser creaseWading in with sjambok law and the wrath of Calvin?s vengeful godburning pages of what might have been tomorrows lightning rodDiagonal lines on maps decreed to be your natural homeBy stripes of any colour chosen, by shining teeth of chromewords and will ?tween thought and deed and the need to be releasedfrom the weight all the blood and bone by arrogance deceasedAnd struggle blind to no avail in the net in which you?re caughtto wave your flag for the new country but that which you are taughtWill send you home in a plastic bag and eyes more cross than noughtYour afterlife as solid as the god for whom you foughtIn the ...
Pinups #5
2007-07-06 09:15:00 Lost my shape - trying to act casualCan't stop - I might end up in the hospitalI'm changing my shape - I feel like an accidentThey're back - to explain their experience More About: Pinup
Burn on the Fourth of July
2007-07-04 09:15:00 YiiiiiiiiHaa! More About: July , Fourth of July , Burn
Inner Statues Dust
2007-07-01 09:15:00 This cosmonaut 5am in treacherous orbit decayingComing round the near side thoughts in black gestationThe goddess' gravitational skin for the green flayingTidal pools gleam in the mercury blue imaginationFuck Pythagoras; the angles right alignBurning my ass on atmosphere serrated rimthumb checking pulse for danger signsand swimming in geometric illuminated sinRight-angled left leaning hypotenuse coreFeeding from the bottom of the chlorophyll tankHaven?t a clue what the struggle is forThe notes have been burned in Babylon bankAnd through all the nights sleeping obliviousferal footprints wet on cold cobbled boneslap the prowling wind rictus deliriouswrit a million years in darkness to atoneThe title of this was born from a lyric on The Mars Volta's Cicatriz ESP.What I (mis)heard as Erotic inner statues dust is actually Erupting in a statues dustFuck it - the former makes more sense to me......hello Mr Freud! More About: Statues , Stat
The Sting in the Century's Tail
2007-06-28 09:15:00 Here is a idle check for the machinations; the links intertwined;The years between the payoff and the crimeThe simple mechanism ticking over, marking time between the setup and the invisible stingThey built a monument to the 20th centuryAnd while lining their pockets with public money, undermined it all the way; set it up to failThen throwing their hands up in theatrical dismayLeft it derelict to sink away beneath the threshold of awarenessNow while your eyes are distracted by the changing of the guard, they have bought it for a song ?there?s no business like big business? through the front company with back links obscuredNo actors these are the men behind the menNow we are invited down to the new show in townA shining new entertainment capital openly named to advertise their clevernessTo say to those who listen but have no voice?This is how easy it is to fuck the public over? More About: Sting , Tail , Century , The Sting
Empires
2007-06-22 09:15:00 In the empire of the free they don't sit you down to dinnerAfter speaking to the sky that damns you as a sinneryou are not asked to give your faith to war and corporate floodor wave the flag of fabric weaved with fingers dipped in bloodIn the empire of the soul, you?ve rearranged the mirrorsTo reflect your inner light and burn away the horrorsThat the world stacks up and deals to all unwitting playersWho circle round the village square to bet on dragon slayersSent out to battle once again with the enemy createdFrom rags and bones and madman?s dreams and dynasties relatedBy bloodlines green and handshakes gold and spinal fluid plunderThrough forest rain and oilfield pain and nations torn asunderIn the empire of the hardened heart where surgery is practisedbut never shown on live TV for fear it would distract usfrom propaganda perpetrated to fill heaven?s holy coffersand bring us back at Christmas time with discount and special offersIn the empire of the modern world, the burning bro... More About: Empires
Pinups #4
2007-06-19 09:15:00 Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping by a treeand I looked, and frowned, and the monster was me More About: Pinup
You Jump Start My Serotonin
2007-06-14 09:15:00 And as my other self does the business; pushes the keys and fills the tank; I wonder whether perhaps we?d all be insane if it weren?t for the voices in our heads; the black and white beads of silicon reeds that connect our ears to inner eye via leads to the machines in our pockets stitched delivering the goods from creation?s microphone to cathartic limbic zone through traffic bars and subway stars; through mothers? arms and superstitious charms; voices uplifted to create or destroy our joy; our preconception; our childhood toys by rust consumed.Perhaps we are all insane and that roaring in our ears is no traffic jam but rather the void calling us to awaken from where we sleep at the wheel of that awful leviathan cliff edge bound.These thoughts bring heavy weight to the one who pays the bills and bites his nails in financial angst while his limbic self flies free on the wings of the shamans? wailing through stereophonic filtration and digital delivery from all that is mundane to all... More About: Start , Jump , Toni , Serotonin , Jump Start
View From The Treetops (10 June 2007)
2007-06-10 09:15:00 I Myself am the Pedestal?This piece is in response to Princess Haiku's call to write a few lines on why we blog; how could I resist?I began blogging despite myself.I?d listened to an acquaintance waxing lyrical on about his blog (the blog of an ordinary man), and after reading his posts I wondered at the arrogance and ignorance of this individual who could go so far as to believed that his ?dear diary? cataloguing the minutiae of his everyday life in all its paint-stripping banality (and deluded self importance) could possibly be of interest (let alone significance) to that audience that lurks out there in the electronic ether. Suffice to say that the blog was more interesting than the man? but only just.Of course, the seed now planted, germinated in my own ego and I found myself believing that I could create something more, something interesting; something different.And from the ego, the alter-ego Pisces Iscariot was born and The Far Queue was spawned.The name Pisces Iscariot is t... More About: June , View , June 2007
Blantant Self Promotion: The Aeon Calling
2007-06-05 09:15:00 And as the Earth rose like blue and white flower over the Moon?s horizon, the Sangoma lay in her bed and called on her ancestors to take her to them. Scraps of red white and blue fabric, fine sculptures in aluminium, littered the Moon?s dusty surface like summer?s left over toys in a child?s sand pit, mere clues to the plundering activities of the occupants of the nearby planet ? evidence not yet visible on her serene face. The Sangoma could feel her body in a way she?d never felt it before. Every muscle, every organ hung within the envelope of her tingling skin, solid and real, like the bones within her divining bag, each separated and significant. And on the moon?s outward face, the face never seen by his radiant mother, his demons crouched in cold darkness, whispering their bodily desires - their shame ? bragging of past conquests and touching themselves for comfort. And the demons glanced up from their dusty exile, like gargoyles from another time, as the Sangoma?s last breath p... More About: Promotion , Calling , The A , Aeon , Romo
Orpheus Beach
More articles from this author:2007-05-29 09:15:00 The Head of Orpheus ~ Gustave MoreauSomnambulant dreaming as the morning sun shinesto allow the pavement warmingThe trees nod dew-shaking in green agreementthat tomorrow is once again dawningWith birds awakening the traffic to whisperdown avenues painted by numbersThat the day will return another blood blisterand blow dust from the ears of slumbersAnd rising on updraft tarmac wingsfrom transient psycho streetAre all the hopes and florid dreamsof the people that you meetDreams of love and living highfor the future?s bright new morningOr pinstripe suits or floral hatsto tip rainwater from the awningsDreams that have their power dashedand dragged by high noon out of reachOf the waves that crash in still life yetupon the shores at Orpheus beachNow wide awake with squinted browto ward off night?s approachTo shelter yet from vehicle brakesthat threaten to encroachOn traffic lights that glow blue-blackat coagulated cornersAnd promise more than can be givento the past?s deluded mournersAnd ... More About: Beach 1, 2, 3, 4 |
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