tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085938.post8234448685846755177..comments2023-10-29T07:54:36.000+00:00Comments on georgiasam: Nostalgie de la Boue, Slight Returnputhwuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606399161863289851noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085938.post-82217276079904852712009-05-06T06:46:00.000+01:002009-05-06T06:46:00.000+01:00Oh hear ye fools in verbal trade
what is shoddy an...Oh hear ye fools in verbal trade<br />what is shoddy and not well made in a country where knaves teach less and less literature each day <br /><br />where ignorance reigns supreme<br />and fewer people read, but steal<br />that which is written, to write ten and more flarf poems at one sitting - <br /><br />ask yourself, not what s/he can give you, what gift of the mind <br />invisibly got gets you to the top,<br /><br />but what you can give the mahn<br />who give you blud clop 'n git-stab<br /><br />up shady back lanes where scangers<br />drink, sniff and shoot from the lip<br />vile accursed oaths to a pissing<br />down sky. Bent over double, scumbag<br /><br />dort bords who'll jigger in real <br />live evil warm and nice, backwards mirror every thought you ever had<br /><br />and turn the feet of mother earth<br />urgent as Bernard Manning's diet-<br />plan needs to be made into a DVD for a generation reared on Kyle<br />Jez's Life With The Lie Detectors.<br /><br />revolutionary as a Bosch CBS 520<br />interrogating oranges in Cuba<br />at full torque, ask yourself what's<br /><br />surreal as a lemon in outer space,<br />ducks quack in a vacuum and Welsh<br />tragedy played straight on the face of a red dwarf in the Virgo<br />Supercluster - buster.<br /><br />Funny as the drop facing A sad man<br />in Iraq, live on TV, go see that<br />report back and howl, who's daddy<br />now, bardzo smacked face like ass<br />firm, fondley, full of frank fair<br />flesh - alliterate and make lurve<br /><br />to your own cool breeze, soul who<br />flits in infinite bits - osscilate<br />as an impulse of energy in Spank<br />Mag Three: The Final Concerto: <br />Cones and Cackhanded Camera Action.<br /><br />s/he could drip on auto drone, <br />ripped tine-velvet on a moor-stag<br />chained to a thornbush the dawn <br />before its wedding to a doe ray<br />you twilight of unmeasured art <br />the sidhe move, but will cease<br />for the good of world peace<br /><br />dusk hand-stretched in disarray<br />standing at a roadside banquet<br />half-veiled, harmlessly commanding<br />place, lining paintings of the<br />intellect<br /><br />time on faded stone lips <br />by majestic airy shade, running <br />to the edge of a land<br />imagination fixed within, breathing love’s density<br /><br />an Achill hawk, butterfly <br />and bumblebee recording <br />freely life’s plot of bone behind<br />a mother-muse eye composing <br />the language of Mesonemye and Ogma <br />chatting in a church, the celestial director Lugh who’ll<br />speak the counsel,<br /> <br />padre of creation Mananan registering anew in the earthly<br />verbal charge, controlling our horizon.<br /><br />slainte.<br /><br />a mystery admirer of MM, shhh, magi born moss, flit anonymous, there can be only nine at once circling the well of Seigas, who'll baggsie being brehon awarding prizes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085938.post-69979324626801472742009-05-05T16:09:00.000+01:002009-05-05T16:09:00.000+01:00I was both fascinated and upset to find that befor...I was both fascinated and upset to find that before it was knocked down to build St Stephens shopping arcade the ABC cinema had remained fully furnished but abandoned for twenty years; there were still posters and magazines in the foyer advertising the Timothy Dalton film Licence to Kill.<br /><br />The other day I saw a discarded can of Carling Black label that must have been decades old. Thrilling.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085938.post-38537455325751454652009-05-04T23:52:00.000+01:002009-05-04T23:52:00.000+01:00Heaney can have his Iron Age bogs.
See the banks ...Heaney can have his Iron Age bogs.<br /><br />See the banks of Alph, the sacred river, where huts papered in Coca-Cola adverts and plastic bags abound. See the depths, where corroding bicycle frames lay half buried and appear through the murky water to the observer like macabre spiders of human invention. <br /> See the once-virgin sky, littered with blimps, aeroplane tracks and flashing beams of light that burn up from the landscape like scalpels, intent on cutting away the stars.<br /> See every face, every body, every corpse and every grave enveloped in the trappings of solipsistic human culture.<br /> When the mind's eye draws back from this in horror, there is a web. Entangling and concealing ourselves in language, construction and consumerism; bargain flights, the Starbucks skinny decaf mocha-lattes and flashy sunglasses. The self-interested poem that poses with hands raised in existential anguish towards the heavens, but with its eyes narrowed and slanted towards the audience.<br /> Fall back, to the veins of tar and white lines that thread this land and you'll see that Heaney is a fool to cower in the past. Because there's aesthetic charm in every thing to the detached observer and a proper poet. Be it a drop of rain hanging breathlessly on an awning, or a bullet bursting the skin in a flower of scarlet pain, for whatever reason. Or even the glimmer of the sun's rising rays in a pool of tramp's piss.<br /><br />A terrible beauty has been born.<br />Let's ask Heaney to set his next work in a disused warehouse, or a tip.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085938.post-44729116669996902009-05-04T16:41:00.000+01:002009-05-04T16:41:00.000+01:00I have always held a fascination for urban and rur...I have always held a fascination for urban and rural decay,it is indeed a terrible beauty.Good to know that there are other lunatics doing similar.Poteegraf of the Silo (complete with hairy nonsensical outside staircase) my fave.Totalfeckineejithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05352708391465031655noreply@blogger.com