Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Commons 53 - 55


if I had a fancy sash
my own true love would
rent me out in earings
but if I had a ribbon bow
in scratches & numbers
he’d read my mind, with hail
burning like a city’s
frozen & vivid dead:
but my method is to fear him,
his scorched & wasted coins,
history’s oppressive line,
my thighs
my anarchic scales
oh fucking tide


in Poundstretcher &
zombies
everything you like about em
they are in pain
meanwhile, in trivialities
fiendish pretty glimpses
we go mad
no you don’t
music love abstraction
the twisted branches
at the centre of our lives
ignite on interruption
fear walks ahead of us
I feel like a dog on fire


“as I was out walking
I met this woman
said she was, like
the queen of the fairies
dragged me under the sea
fucked me senseless
for seven years
& now I’m dead
or rather
I am eating your brains
so tasteless
& bland
everything is invisible
your stupid racist town"

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Commons 51 - 52


us, for example
these things
these turbulent shadows
this repetitive sun
between my life & yours
stars, air
a knot of sharp flowers
a single moan
a heresy of veins
keys & thighs
veins & keys
we are lashed together
rotten with love
time will destroy us


the town is eerie
rotten with
the sea is
halt, police:
not notes, alphabets
the town isn’t the town
not notes, breathing
the sea is
archaic opinion
sparkling abuse
the sea is
a small note on
zombies
not alphabets

"what the manipulated repel as all too strange is what is secretly all too comprehensible"

Bad Habits (or how to live, part 102)


Francis Picabia - I Am a Beautiful Monster
Tom Pickard - Ballad of Jamie Allen
THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF KILLER WOMEN
REVOLUTIONARY ENSEMBLE - VIETNAM
impertinent & irritating communications from various official bodies
Phoebe Gloeckner - A Child's Life etc
various poems by LOLA RIDGE, JOYCE MANSOUR, VOLTAIRINE DE CLEYRE, MINA LOY
complete cinematic work of Guy Debord
poems in DAMN THE CAESARS, AXOLOTL, REALITY ST BOOK OF SONNETS
Karen Dalton // Bill Dixon // Skip James // Memphis Minnie // Watts Prophets // Peter Kowald // Johnny Cash // Link Wray
toast, tea
ALCOHOL
the realisation that 'duende' is just a posh word for 'boogie-woogie', and further, if you translate the first sentence of the Communist Manifesto as "an imp is haunting europe" etc etc you get a fairly innaresting triangulation
ALBERT AYLER - HOLY GHOST
The London A-Z
William Fuller - Three Replies
NATE MACKEY - SPLAY ANTHEM