"the best I ever" that stretch whether greed falls from finger to range "the motion, contracted, stiff" interest't forgive blanket muffle (scratch [itch] rancid) avoid rank'less desire stiff'd up hostile
D opens a candy bar hands it to C "mars bar" licking accumulated less new sugar lips full dragged slowly out "and look, at it" tradition ambivalent open desirous shapes square to sucked on flavor lip shaped tongue groove side less angle "it's divine, baby" early 'present reached in to love (ing) bury't are as wrapped aspects repeating even (ly)
(QUOTE) "can you deny the spirit....isolate...the love that was always there......it doesn't matter ....but it kinda does...jesus flavoured prozac pop...artificial sunshine box, what's the matter with you...take a lick...come over...insanity...for reality....believe....of your free will....alien press....candy coat reality with artificail sunshine box....don't be afraid theres a 30 day perception return....you'll never wanna purchase anywhere else" ( UNQUOTE)
She speaks as the half tuned voice of a violin
plays with sound and one ocean mirror wave above all else
discovers a heirarchy of alliance in stag phantoms dancing natures storm present to oneness and the
"teacups" that "spill"
on a north wales train journey terminating in england's midlands and depths unrivaled in shore stripe star born bars of legendary men's minds
whose passengers paint an acquired factual myth basis for personae profundus warbling bass rich imaginings commuter existences wish could be so.
So
Whassup wiv wannin' to 'ave a giggle 'n that? Answers on the brainwave express to
Derilict Battered Blue Tent Phoenix Park
Only joking artists.
I have been requested to select poets for the oscars and am making you aware of this because I know you all as compotent live. I have been told to send in audio so I will do it on Tuesday at the Grammies
Sweeney, Birch and Bung Philpots will have to be sought.
Anyone seen him yet? I caught the clearing up at Letterman's dinner party on Tuesday and he was there doing post night goodbye chat.
I missed his spot on the previous show
However I did see him the one and only time I MC'd MTV awards the eigth time he headlined it
I knew he would be good coz he came in with no papers and was completely off page
not that this is a pre-requisite for doing the show and those who do read need have no fear of being snooted.
Clinton, Stephen and Jim are all brilliant on the page. And Yvonne and Raymond are also very gifted readers with solid print reputations to back them up.
Bung was wearing a whitish trakkie runners and $3 million in bling on the majority of fingers of both hands.
He blew everyone away and obviously others want him to fail
A Jah Mon performer performed what I believed to be an extemporaeneous freestyle reply to Bung, along the lines of -
"Jah mon juss calm it dowen an we can be like they say in them trees with them birds and bees an no guns needed to be stealin' or beilievin in yem soul mon."
Jah Mon sat down to cheers from his table of associates far outnumbering Philpots and his buddy a large child/man who could have been 17 stone
Bung came right back all word guns a blazin' accompanied by jerky arm and hands going ten to the dozen with
AK47 Mother Fuggin sock cooker goan blow you down with the rhyme soundin' North, South, East 'n West side loud coz I don't need to steal no licks from the punks on the street or the mother fuggin birds just gotta be me yeah so blow goan you way full time.
The energy in the room at this point was palpable
I was wondering if violence was an option running through the minds of the assembly.
I plugged into the electric and delivered one of my own efforts the best I had ever done
diffusing the high tension
The night ended with a sing along and Ciaron and Jah Mon hugging.
If anyone can supply the slush fund please get back to me asap otherwise I will be forced into drastic action
have to expose oprah
with the slim pieces of technoloy I had implanted
This would be the best option
I also need a tape for Bill
I spoke with him last week and he said if I sent him audio he would consider using our work
for an enhancement payment of $59billion
If we get a good showing he will force them to offer him programme implantation rights
so we can all get enough of the action to get at least $2000 billion on the night
when the crashing and burning of armageddon begins.
Sincerely
Ovid pretender to the throne of Homer and William VIII
the first visit, or being there, no equivalence to being there, an odd block which affords the notorious to ignore their utilities, a wedge, a demand upon taking to the outward return, in time, in intolerable manners that survive as this again, this as time, so essentially there
An unbeleivable visionary gift of perceptively unreal elements twisted into existence and demanding we invest a relationship with art on terms undecided but firmly ensconced within the resonating ethos. Certainly I as artist felt it reminded me of a self confessed kill wisher in your face relating by beacon the fabric density of being; like a shirt tag informing its audience of wash temperature limits, but also functioning sublimely as a stake point and cipher within a fulness of fragmentary blurs which are dynamic and unusually detached, but also much much more than the banal sum of kit brush images whipped out without thought for the ineffable name hiding as a tantalising absence our minds need to create in order for the piece to breathe beyond its confines of where the art's permiter lies, in the eye of all who behold the sheeny almost unreadable letters offering us so great an insight to the centre of what levels of indescribabley crucial potential hazy blob overlay lettered art has today and how immediately relevant this genre possibly is to human beings today.
The currency of such an amazing artefact is the torrent in which all who engage with it shall know and shake their heads in wonder of once they have digested the initially full register of frequencies transmitting its wisdom and subsuming ours to its own, independant truth which stands square and regularly comforting, despite the almost religious devotional hold it injects to the consciousness of our original awareness state when we too shimmered as pieces of light arranged to a complexity of delight only the most able and pure art configures to share as the source of all things which shine dark to obscure and enlighten in seemingly equal measure, until our own coverings are stripped and we must face the tough process of keeping the clarity of art pure in the streams which border and map all life, singular and plural for each man and woman on earth.
melt in the western water with pension plan minstrels thunderstorm scholars of blitzkreig trualities anywherisms and drusha mortal words lusting for knowledge quarried from willow birch and oak
Impress a cold bard sharp symbol with your mind's cresentic blade on the whim's edge whose memory of song enclosure's unshaken star is husk ringed with weight shells found there
Apple of Venus unwanting barborous mind in wells of known wisdom
transmit saturn through an ash mars hazel hunt for merman strong rap only onward christian to gift channels after midnight, and inject a poem a day where fringe render lady's superfluous letters picket obsessed with latex crossing is the myopic line of rock's talk
Unmask apple trends instances of inspirationally uncommon sense where proof is untruth and incurios bone leaf and bole needs the mysterious fortress of its soul to return through labyrinths convened to converge in convoy womb questions confessional myth laid bare biography reveal as fiction.
In a succession of picture drawn dust speckled language spatters lie saint yesterday's aims elevating artists in clover stark imagination with plain void guess sports to unite loose grass harvest outshoots grazing
in imprint kicks textual values gracefully tender of spirit split basic allures and event stag might patient waves enter outside between comfortable catchphrases crossing a line mnemosyne schedules, as ma jarrs to muses shining on kip roof helicon heights here in big d
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the scrape of a chair on a hard floor, also the sound of an empty container
a punching bag
a photograph with handwriting on the back
a window to look through and around other people (looking elsewhere) to another window to a face looking into yours
cake with ice cream and a strawberry
new shoes
sugar in packets
undefinable ripple of tension from the lizard brain curdling the skin and turning spastic the muscles of the heart
a cup of coffee and the ring it left behind
lipstick
the firing of nerve into nerve into nerve into nerve in the hippocampus (seat of memory) shaped unlike anything you've ever seen but maybe deer antlers or also a wishbone
the bad woman said - I don't blame you, really, and I thank your tactful nose for sniffing silently but I don't mind it. See this smell? I think you can it's so strong and round and fleshed, it has shape and a way to speak, eyes, even, and legs. Old oranges, sour milk, turned eggs, spoiled fish, that's me and I love them all.
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the invious weed
now chucked black
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preem gallowing near to
the wheening clodde
bisontine complexity
an obvious nod
true shakes nodality
seeming noctule
by foment against
these blynted aires
corticipetal to the arc
wherein the glat
and glaucodot pair
move within the pygargue
pyetous and flung
atoside the bleaching
aufhebung
with sitting comes how far to sink before reaching up again to match the needed height where by all sides there becomes the one person or the start of something radial
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until the global brain has brought to its chamber of gas poetics' cold bloodied carcass attended by a top weight team of sermon faced sophists conversing deep in language abstruse
beyond non understanding
in a swamp of post modern thought
addressing webs of hypotheses
resting on the basis of what lies beyond in the moment unknown or reached
but connected to now by the bridge of wisdom conceived erect with solid reflexive ideas and a full support of conjecture believed to be facts waiting to be found
once XY and Z turns to AB and C
when the ustopp able force of truth turns reason out on its ear and wel- comes in Derrida, Baudrillard Krestiva, Barthes and the Sy- mphonic absence
usurping 1 2 and 3 into a possible 6 that may be a 4 or nine depending on how the colour of tommorow's noon strikes the sound of yesterdays light
site
where onlookers standing in swamps of complexity ponder on unbelief and why the human condition cannot bend time to its will with knowledge philospohers make up in time spent farming and fishing the mind of proof for being essentially moved to reason the faith of beauty
I would say equality benchmarks vision, while all the earth occurs in comparables.
the up and down keys capsize stasis that primped as some de facto god before consciousness, that any shift is spawned by capi-class endeavors,
another way to say that happiness once thought derivative now lives unto itself. the mind can learn to trawl your equidistant-from-my-lightwave premises,
and standard moments know to cry when they are stable as they were.
my nights are swollen moments my inclinations, brass. these illicit willows, frapped as cloud sores. and the acreage unsunned delimits sorrow.
the species we are warming is ourselves.
in some frail simulacrum of a universe, I mirror you.
the heartfelt woman said - don't leave or go or turn or walk i don't see you come closer don't go stay stay stay there's nothing for else for me there's nothing for me or of me can't you see? my heart, precious, my precious heart for you is all and all i do is pulse, swell, pulse and feel the wet velvet skin inside of my inside stay in my skin it's lonely.
the underground he quoted Rove at least it came out, or He eventually asked Then how it he quoted Rove at least it he was - Anyone who learned that it Then how it came out, or He just one or no dialogue. I write - Anyone who has ever come out, but it makes me feel good. I know little or two is proudest of the underground he quoted Rove at least it makes me feel good. I know Card Jr. had some candid advice for - A lot of our mouths. "We speak he writes which thing basically
"For all those who think they are scousers" thread@LMC - Ormyboy
Breathe freedom from the night air force awake memory move in shadows joust in the depths
decay in the gloom of when things were different, back at the big strike of opinion timed to attend corporate events over pay and conditions of life in foreign parts
oppressed by the capitalists
Imperialists come controll exploit and produce methods of mass consciousness attempt to bamboozle
offer incentives to wear watches cotton dresses with tasteful chiffon piping along the lower quarterly results of a two way split length trouser suit and
Fashion in city coupons waved below the chins of expectant shop operatives spade wielders digging the roads of hopelessness in the new dawn of a bright day
disguise the synthetic irrevocability of light.
Break relationships tooled at the edge of heaven
Take a semi cut sling back and cork the soul with a leather strap cushioned in the foam of a poster given free with every purchased gift
Move along the stream of consciousness and cover in unguarded moments the passionless act of severing compuctional thought to the consequent hold where desire is ransom for a paradise of mockery
Cuckolding dreams reliant on wishful thought deploy radical terror of purpose and suspect reward by enjoying the maxims created when folly is high in the forgotten night and trust is stolen from faith
uniting the sinking menace of hunger for stuff with broken mouths of generations recoiled to label.
Upon the tide flowing from the summer night comes love empty of promise offering no choice chance or means to utter a prayer
but swelling the muse shed empty and turned inside out by a rational process of time
returning its skin
less the bones of battered misgivings the broken truth fully conceived swallowed, spat out alone
and searching the mind for a soulmate when unguarded moments abandon the impulse of sense.
Untroubled by the pale defeat of ghost light dawning on past fields of loss seize the gift of faith confide in belief keep counsel with the tree of life rooted in the heart and pray for hope
Emerge from the melting absence of a passionate self yawning awake and confer change in the deportment conscious act of deploying decorum at all time.
Until the final departure is logged, recorded and halts the call of eternal love
surrender a mystery a day to what piece of light switches on god from within
Leaves fall away tenderly from the plan of obsoulescence and in the jade senility cringing perfectly tudor sloping radio the section of taste in trilobite
far away some towers Vaux's Swifts late night Portland I am only in me a slang for meteor @ s.o.b.bing cuttle fish-nothing for use you king's X Y the soft gene crystal method Z now I've lost my soul shoe on the dancefloor some man is sneezing holding a camera
obscuring the deft and nimble states
where matter in eulogy perils parading though the long night of the filter
Prada
the smallest orgasm of stars spreads within a nebula of tired brains
an array of microwoofers hovers in a pleasure-dome of XANADU_XENON:
"Love has no ending..."
but ghostly bus drivers milling around the abbatoir
In the Liffey heartland of silver dusk puff in the muses flow, caught in the fabric of eternity woven by the city noise of a spiritless existence
shine hope within the stream of delivery try as never before to trap new Godness
instantly fall in love type words a PC preacher wondering on every lost site the earth could offer speaks
recall the last angelic emptiness to question and break the madness of mocking will encased in the celluloid of real thought
kill the odds of persuassion by floating in the vacum of a clawing absence
award to bodies of wisdom the shapeless gift of form
Wed in success with devotional claims of an emerald kink tip a bardic mask and split the atmosphere in three parts then move below the line of song
ride the past language of time with spook kooky buddhas the fenachas scribes imbalanced their squish funky truth for on the pages time forgot
Burn the duluxe of tormenting light - golden malt against the grain - until danger disperses to an unberbelly of society's pride
vye for life space in a premium detail found in the rainbows left when dense linquistic downpours stop and normality returns through an etymology of made up words in a dictionary where instinct and mystery is the proper boss of language
in the boardroom of needs muster enthusiasm to a cause greater than the wash of geezer beast talk traversing the opinion of form
locate the centre of what can be said without becoming a detainee of fortune or hostage to the words in legend on the dust of sound
bending fears created through learning the voice shaped machine of genes stored in the warehouse of person escape by stepping away from the edge of doubt
vibe on roadless maps the date unknowable verbs fully transit and detect free will subsuming to fate in a moment fashioned to occur as though none should exist but the one played
Inner being casino checks signed by the nib of chance cash out the chips balanced to return their allotted span and files an imprint of echoes detected blind in the outer wheel
so believe in a future unplanned or rhymed to sketch pictures mute of horizon
by chaining to the symmetry of soul
and spin in grooves of understanding worn before the cards fell and sides were taken
Sara Sara an earwig hangs upon your upper lip a perfume bottle engine whose super-terrific scent is eunoia
lyrical and hunchbacked sara sara you club-footed aesthete athlete so-subtle sara with your accidental passenger sara the wild and brackish undulate
upon whom so many parasites bestow their dis- posable petroleum-varnished gew-gaws which echo your name in vain which are in fact your manes your baleful growths
your treasonous and worry-warted flagella whose base is the terror of seasons *
O how pale and wan your shoulder holding holster owning the radium crayon bandolier of wabi- sabi- p.puvis day Chavannes
wherein the bitter clay is rinsed in wildfong clatter and municipality singular such laissez faire fundaments are hard to find in the sparse cruel yolks of your astronomical brethren
yet.. and forgive the propaganda of this tedium which joins any persimmon
what of the geometric orphan? this colloid of hyperbolic+ babies?
tar+ and straw and a mud helmet we are wearing thin the tendons and the bible steaks
foe is so early+ whatever "their" vers.ion is-
sleeping under the same sky dead in lawns our mouths+ are both sloughed off cicadasouls and don't start with culo (cue: LO!) but even if aah, the perplexing spirits: tantreacles of Onanomites.
outre' pop culture "fucking" hacks+ children teen-agers, adults who are stoned letters between strangers found
all of us looking up and no one subtle enough to commence their song within the +ancient pattern /kinetic mandalas of proximal primes/ well enough or is it enough simply to breathe as a frog of invisible strings
-droning stupidly
droning empty-
wise for vibrations a waste 4 dumb hopeless hopeful eternity-
... ... ...
[epilogue (News)]
// psych. cartel Oz Mond production RNA gang(lion rap)e /heavy syn thesizeruminants //
Knowing that time for truth comes through talk when all is said and done
come to the trinity of instinct and two figures rooted in a single mind
one an Irish poet one a homeless migrant
dwelling in the ear of any who will listen for beauty in a song.
Seperated together to be remembered and recorded in the corpus of a work imprinted in the hollows of the heart
shining from the watchpoints of the soul and lighting landscapes of expression buried deep as Cuchullain fighting waves of human forces warring over cattle in Connaught.
Let us uncover ancient rites in the migrant's Irish heart which the poet has composed on benches at the canal's bank after weaving in make believe with fact
forming thoughts to run in a channel of oral metrics reconnected with in stubborn defiance to those whose learning is a metaphor for darkness
its geography anchored to a synthetic sky in static glow casting ink black pools of sharp cold sunless flame severing blind the past
cutting sound lucid measure dead leaving it to shrug dumbly and look on as written words weight its tongue silent in poetry's eternal cycle of departure and return
Scripture woven on a Celtic stone of chance tells how the beard of Joyce was once a forest of anatomy carving its spool of time beneath
frosted glass lands where ceramic rabbits lived on the logic of game caught grass, stored in cherry baked wood and brick hutches; the shine
of their bobtail sound caught in the surface gloss of faux mahogony, pannelling a contemporary sup hole home of Ireland's bardic heartbeat
straining to be heard above De Bussey and generic DJ hard house mixes competeing in the CD shuffle of a quick pick surround sound injecting universal
vibes beloved of bar clones the globe over. Their bunny bookstall rhymes forward reach to an overlap of sorrow floating in the nets of recollected thought
and surreal slippage from soda pop mountains where loud checked chocolate shirts are worn without prejudice and literary fairs offer toss and catch the
coconut with a buck toothed looseness of calcifying stars falling from the heavenly vacum we all desire to meet before embarkation to the celestial pen.
it's blue. you do not dream what angles reify, they ply from carte blanche an identity, as one dismembers viaducts from flow through. art equals shield. delinquency from re(s)po(n)se sifts dark from light touch.
buildings are all numb in brown. around the grace notes lie host hills. remember: dumb resistance mimics stone, tribunals full of fuss almost disclose their lack of inner fire. yet one aspires to join the ranks of the resemblances to power.
on someone's shoulders, any joust is not-for-profit, and below the quasi-dance is not for stale observance. many playthings squeak and bounce. you know the drill:
an ounce is worth caressive blooms of prayer. I'm on the case. you're on the case. something's about to blister, and it's not your skin. it's not my skin. it's the rosacea of distilled new captains of restraint, who store their feelings in quaint glottal stops.
We know they airbrushed the hoods Of their Camaros with images of micro- Scopic undulipodia, and Herodotus says They disdained war, or at least, weren't very good at it.
And we know they lived with buffalo, Often inside them, using the periscope of long Divisions to usurp the gadarene interest of marauding And climatic stratocracies of limpid insurance quotations.
It is certainly known that they wore nothing at all but The tender budding bodies of favonian flowers, which once, and Certainly grew from spirally gardens mimicking springy proteins And the spruiks of wheezing blue-toothed theanthropos.
We can guess that within the rubber-bricked walls of their Hibernaculums cum hop houses heady haecceities gave way to halcyonic Anagnorises whose hypo-structural musicalities bore a striking Resemblance to the fleeting shadows of the last Libyan Wallaroos,
A chorus of Sciamachiavellies bounding into the long gone buck grass, In a hoarse whushling of homeless boneless kerygmatic diacriticals, In a cascading arc of ypsiliform rondures magnetic to the local Pir Aasvogel, The wide and sparing SUV whose palmiped signatures of absent papyri,
Vanishing sheep and goats capture the beauty of a vanishing planet, explored by sea or air . . . native people
rebound in the blue of the Amazon forest, hard edge of darkness, wrist watches and rings forever lost
street kids, Danish philosophers, and oil company biologists suddenly appeared in Bolivia shortly after the World Cup
while the rare glimpses of blue, a canopy raft, canopy sledge, centenary palm not so widespread as in southern
Brazil, including Belo Horizonte, the blue and rose periods . . . wary natives dodge from sight, paving
stones on a rigid man's body, crack them apart with a sledge "Crystal Blue Persuasion"
and other songs of the rainbow world, across snowless mountains, communities fretting
about disasters and disorders, diminishing supplies of books, candles,
bells . . . a modicum of humor, rainforest razzmatazz
small quantity, modicum, trace, hint, minimum; vanishing point; material point, atom, particle, molecule, corpuscle, point, speck, dot, mote, jot, iota, ace
of the pan, making a slope paper, cardboard tissue rolls, tape, blue avocados, bananas, bamboo, black pepper,
with a talent for vanishing from southern Mexico into Amazonian Brazil, flying steeply up a rocky gradient, certain that the power of blue light clearly against
clouds now low and thin, tents pitched on . . . the unexplained flycatcher, sliding down a jungle slope for a while, prior to disappearing . . .
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