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September 28, 2006

that idiot–boy in the corner is speaking deviated truths

babe i’m on fire
candles wax my books
waning they will wean their way
babe i am on fire

the athlete with his hernia says it
i can’t think of it
of anything to say i’ll
say this anyway

picasso with his guernica says it
towards saturday
my days march dazed too much i
fill valentine time


my wife with her furniture
sunning my punning
what time, what rime for my rhyme?
sunned entwined and done

fifth verse same as the
first verse dirth, amass àmatt
bam bas bat see that?

August 22, 2006

aesthetic reflective judgements

dance on splintered screens
you radiohead fragments
like my sodden shoes


at the Vfest, the divine comedy, beck, radiohead, bloc party, we thank you kindly. keane, there is still a chance that we will forgive you, but it grows more and more slim, as slim as the book marked "time for the soreing chorus" grows fat.


as we waited for beck, i clearly had found a hat, which i used to wear when i had less hair and fewer brains (fewer hairs and less brains / lesser brains and few hairs). george didn't seem to have his, so i was unable to steal it, which is traditional (i.e. we would like that). i stole george's photo instead, which is becoming traditional (i.e. i would like it, and maybe we all will grow to)

radiohead played a song called 'nude', which is utterly beautiful. beautiful in a different way was 'charge' by the divine comedy, whose innuendo i have only recently begun to fathom…


caught in your barbed wire
going bang bang bang bang bang
bang bang bang all night

August 16, 2006

european scrabble

Follow-up to a live show from Rashomon Imperative

wherever you go
you are what you are player
(worth eighteen points there)

an unconscious blog?

even when in france, playing european scrabble, blogs are utterly relevant.

a live show

do you feel alive
watching my five seven five?
you should five seven jive

i made it to france, and had a wonderful time in an old farmhouse:
the name of this game is contacts
our gang of eight arrived, attracting the attention of the local mayor's wife, who feared for her bebe. we responded with humorous mafia jokes – "don't worry, just because we ride in black citroen cars, we are not the mafia" – and she invited us to have dinner. an offer i have only just, after three weeks, remembered.

then we danced under the stars, which we did not notice until three nights later, to songs by and called peaches. i performed a forward–roll upon the lawn, while everyone made themselves at home by creating carnage on the dancefloor.

the week continued in that fashion, getting increasingly fun, until we had to go home. everyone either agreed that it was their favourite holiday, or took too long weighing up their answer for it to be easily remembered.

at the moment i am writing an essay, and feel as though the way i am writing resembles the guardian's 'diary of a genius', sans horror. i am barely more coherent than a game of european scrabble (any european language can be used):
european scrabble

writing an essay can take it out of you, and leave you feeling as if you have been kicked in the head: luckily, when the room was completely black, i kissed her and she kissed back, which is much more therapeutic than expressing yourself in wordly form (" doubt this nervousness is heathy, something to be incorporated unconsciously like the joyous bouncing of my right leg’s energetic calf…")

on saturday, some of us philosophers of mind are to V in the very chelmsford that is my hometown. i shall carry a warwick umbrella so that you can all recognise me on the television as we sing along to radiohead (and dance along to beck) in the rain.

i am under the warwick umbrella

i am dry and fly
'neath the chelmsford sky and my
warwick umbrella

July 23, 2006

…besides, in spain, don juan´s to blame

i am almost finished with barcelona now, barcelona has almost finished me. the q–bar where we drink fidel castros for 3 euros is insidious and invidious to my frame, but spurs and pricks the bar–loving mind.

and so tomorrow, to france i shall go, on board two aeroplanes in one day. cowering twice at the takeoff – the most dangerous part of the flight! friends, family, and a certain fille i shall see, and i shall see bohemianly.

i write in an internet cafe around the corner for 1 euro an hour, though the price may be raised by my misguided clicks which store my cunning password.

i will see you all soon, all you folk that pass onto this barcelona page. spinning and grinning. for old times´ sakes.

stepping over cracks
fresh plastered amid plaster
circular in bars
in a catalan exam
uncertain output

June 01, 2006

a series of onefortunate events

wolf parade are the
band that at the moment i
would like to be in
i practice singing
along sky high and wildly
with a collapsed spine
in this armless chair
i observe my shoulders juggle
an ache back and forth
the laurel bed is
not quite plump enough as yet
for all this resting


bath bathing again
there are only so many
times it can be done
jerry in my eye
i sit relentlessly, the
cosmo's in my limbs
now i shall mount a
motivational treat: a
varsity springboard

May 17, 2006

did the best team win? NO

i am quite jaded
it's not losing: it's losing
to unsporting types

to surround the ref
with 'red card' gestures is not
to really play fair

phoenix from the ashes?

dear psuedo pundits
while you are not objective
you still piss me off

thierry henry
it would be wisest to stay
and win it next year

fear of terror (shark!)

Writing about web page

fear of sharks
from an early age
gaping carcharias were
monsters in my tales


looking depthwardly i mise
dark and leg sucking

i still watch shark films
perpetuating the fear
with ll cool j:

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil. For thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. Because I carry a big stick and I'm the meanest mother fucker in the valley! Two sharks down, Lord! One demon fish to go! Can I get an Amen?

May 15, 2006

disappointing bird life today…

Writing about web page


a gentleman

your jolly jumper
with its lovely thick blue stripe
sets off your new beard

batsmen dodge deep points
i gently philosophise
searching for deep points

a handy self-explanatory...

May 11, 2006

propositions about the future are meaningless

Follow-up to i particularly like mark viduka… from Rashomon Imperative

an example of absolutely shameless gloating - we'll be up to shake your hand in a minute mate...

absolutely amazing gloating

transport motorways and tramlines,
starting and then stopping
taking off and landing
the emptiest of feelings
disappointed people clinging on to bottles
and when it comes it's so disappointing

let down and hanging around; crushed like a bug in the ground

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