Gag Reflex

2011-09-12T22:58:00.001+01:00

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2011-09-03T22:31:00.001+01:00

THE FIRST THING

discarded polka dot pram
next to white pillar

how I speak
my hand feels pain, not
I feel pain, or

my left hand hurts, but my right hand does not
hurt

2011-07-07T20:53:00.001+01:00

http://www.buzzfeed.com/daves4/basset-hounds-running

2011-04-05T20:08:00.001+01:00

Check it

2011-03-28T22:01:00.002+01:00

http://libcom.org/library/letter-uk-uncutters-violent-minority

Dialectics of Leisure

2011-03-24T03:39:00.000Z

Dancing

2011-03-21T19:41:00.001Z

Wing Suits

2011-03-18T11:56:00.001Z

thanks to Tomas Weber's curiosity...

In Case you haven't...

2011-03-17T23:09:00.005Z

http://stagevu.com/video/tpqiyjgvxapt

Batman and Robin

2011-03-12T20:41:00.000Z

Leisure Poem 1.0

2011-03-03T18:32:00.000Z

the elastic squirrel finally alone, drinking fluids
Copenhagen summit to ignore in the aftermath
paradise like The Pope only a day away it was
nice before it lasted, now there're only things to
do, like making cars

language fart in the speaker cup to blow or miss
out, like playing angel games after being a child
sponser-ship pronoun in the loud boom boom
you ever do the boom boom

now the sentence dislocates itself in a positive
vertical battle stance, a small measure of self
annihilation will be good enough for me and
them or men if you

Sometimes I do want to die, funnily enough,
now that you say that, I mean, I don't want to be a
dick about it, obviously.

Scissors.

Planes.

Work Poem 1.0

2011-03-02T20:29:00.002Z

You know where you first heard un-obtaining?
You first got un-obtaining from that film the core
the core with Lawrence Fishburne the actor yeah where
they go to the centre of the earth, that's where you
first got un-obtaining from
now you see un-obtaining everywhere

2234

2011-02-22T22:33:00.000Z

I need you

to take this pen away from me
I don't know what I'm capable
- please, I've done terrible men

Things are bleaker here than the usual in
cyst moral kennels. Have you told the truth
today?

Did light stream into us today?
a mouth full of not even razorblades and soap
gathering little stories for being gay with, go on
take it

I told you I'm you don't have to keep reading, this
won't get any worse...

Are you capable of it?
Listen this isn't stop funny being it hatchet potato
love like a light
is this funny? M

Put up your purse my angel mate , stale eyes for writing with
language upon muck, my mucus stem cell keep turning hun
Will we ever fucking get there???

Three question marks for one question, that's a small question for
so many scars on you face

how did you get here? Do you want to sort me out?
Do you want me to shut up? Be clever now then
be better than this

we are coming

2011-01-19T16:52:00.002Z

0520

2011-01-13T05:20:00.001Z

sudden miasmic triptych up tight begets better woes

Dalston pain heat washes the coalition of love to

throwing out vomit free for all tin cans around the

neck of history and we deserve far worse anyhow

than having to fend for yourself in the trash of loves

real underbelly the scum of love downgraded to a

simple lo-fi rub of envy and jealousy and I want her.

The real garbage we use to live with the un but so utter

able shriek of it under the constellation or commodification

of red ughs and have it in your face the pain that is the blockade

to pause and given doubt she un sorrows and who is she?

The nameless object of a poem more or less in hide

away, If I were you I'd get out while you can before the

constant stare of rage and confusion tears your heart

in, too real to put in a poem anyhow.

What justification, rhyme or meter could attempt the

actuality of pain? only shrieking knifes in a glut spelled

K N I F E, tomorrow again anyhow and could it be?

The solace found in writing an ersatz wet dream, faux

insided her now he is a closer object not by much to

tear the living wound into you, shattered image born

This is love poetry

2011-01-08T01:33:00.001Z

Recent Poem

2010-12-12T20:37:00.001Z

A Field, A Young Ghost on the Tenth of December, Two Thousand and Ten.

A____ is Stupid. He got B______ on the Head.

Sometimes of OUR protest's rank stupid Capital.

Simply put, (not quite seen) They make more Capitalism.

The freedoms or rights (we) fight for; To make art, To be supported in acts

of reading and writing, to work towards community and work towards our

autonomous ( I ) selves, together, are dropped at the sentimental introduction

of (conceitedly) being a fighter and not a coward. Either \ Or. and

queerness is obliterated

When we are fighting to signal that the right to study and write poetry is not

a luxury, we stop writing poetry, feeling guilty at the luxury of it. Why weren't

we kettled yesterday? Why weren't we B______?

Because we didn't want to be.

In the Protest / Playground, we act out that violence that brutalised us in the

first place, Coward. Coward. Coward. Piggy Piggy Piggy...

We got called pussy and prick, gay and faggot, girl.

So in turn , we reward the most stupid and scared of us, for fear of being called

Coward. Cop Lover. We bully us into obliteration, so (we) are here to refuse that.

In The Name of The Father, The Son and The Holy Ghost.

I FEEL LIKE CHICKEN TONIGHT.

JONNY LONG LEGS.

N____ ............. SHAME ...... YOU .............. .......YOU ........ .................. ..........

Enter a Young dog

(I wanna fuck you so hard I wanna put my cunt on your face and you fuck my hair your

cum and arsehole in fucking my cunt I want my cunt fucked and dog cunt and cum in my

mouth and throat and cunt and cum up me and on my cock your cock on my cock and

cunthole and arsehole and real fucking and outside and I want your smell up my arse

and your cunt and my cunt and your cock down my throat and my cock up your arse and your

hair in my mouth and the dog cock rubbing on my cock and my throat in your mouth and

your prick up my arse and my prick and your prick and your pussy and his pussy and my

cock and her cock and his cunt and I'll fuck your boycunt and you fuck my clit with your

mouth and we'll fuck the dog mouth and the dog cock in my mouth and cunt to cunt and

cock to cock and arsehole cunny and fucking and fuck me and fuck me and fuck me and)

Young boy needs room to meet other like minded people in....

Check your bad self...

2010-12-05T03:56:00.001Z

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bristol_Stool_Scale

2010-11-18T02:34:00.000Z

Mayday mayday Jonny's in trouble he's in a flat spin

pretty soon I think I might be throwing up for a while

and have diarrhea too, this comes at an importune

moment.

I have collaborations to do, theatre to make, events to put on

and damn it now all might be foiled by a slice of under cooked

under priced pizza.

Mayday brethren mayday, this screen interceptor flat lined and

I'm in a boat and the stars are lies and the screech of the body

what Artaud could not live with, is motorcading it's fast decline

straight up my guts.

I went for an unassuming shit a few moments ago, and when I

looked in the toilet I saw a lot of red liquid, it doesn't hurt, but there

is nervous evidence of a battle going on inside me, damn it I'm

mad as hell and I won't be beat, surely, by a slice of pizza, not now

not now.

I ate a lot of under-cooked meat in the summer of 2003, hopefully

my guts, my vibrant system, built up an immunity, a resistance to

bugs and learnt to kill them quick, perhaps all is not lost, perhaps

with strength of the utopian mind, this will be a political loss but

a victory for the project of production.

Should I just go throw it up quickly in fact, get it out before it can do

any more damage and turn my whole system against itself, a cigarette?

a dream of flying?

When poetry is not properly ingested it can be a kind of drug. Prynne said that

over dinner once. Maybe poetry has made me sick, all these liberals, and sweet

talkers, made the blood come out the anus, and the throat come out the mouth.

Mayday mayday, Jonny's in trouble he's in a flat spin heading out to sea.

Lucky, for now, go careful folks, them's poverty killers out there...

Bruce Liron, Photographer

2010-11-17T18:55:00.003Z

Yo, just a quick heads up to my Dad's photography website.

My Dad works as a documentary photographer and recently took some pictures of leather tanning workers which I found particularly indicative and difficult, primarily because he told me how bad the stuff they use smells, he said he could hardly bare it for too long, that's a facet of the problem with photography though, but now we've been given that information, we can use our imaginations, basically he said the stuff smells like shit.

Coverage of Today's Demo

2010-11-11T00:59:00.003Z

http://uk.news.yahoo.com/4/20101110/video/vuk-baroness-warsi-condemns-millbank-rio-49bfa63.html

http://www.guardian.co.uk/education/2010/nov/10/student-fees-protest-conservative-hq

http://www.guardian.co.uk/education/gallery/2010/nov/10/students-protest-london-spending-cuts

http://uk.news.yahoo.com/blogs/talking_politics/on-the-front-line-with-student-protestors-p145546.html

A good days work

2010-10-30T18:12:00.001+01:00

heads up

2010-10-08T02:56:00.000+01:00

Sit Room update here

Very useful song

2010-10-06T23:54:00.001+01:00

Tell me about yourself exactly.

2010-10-05T14:18:00.003+01:00

How can we be freely honest when the whole prospect of consequence per se is so gilded with incredibility. But, honestly, what do you need to say? If we haven't yet communicated in our most total speech, why is this? What are our reluctances? What are mine. I don't know that I can say. Let's open ourselves to each other and demand the breakdown of partial sincerity into its recuperable scraps. Make something new and less obviously possible. Tell me about yourself exactly.

...

Who are you. Tell me exactly about yourself. This is never a challenge. Open yourself. That must be how love batters away its counterfeit. From this the bound into true, that is, anti-imperialist, fortitude is a leap alike to spark from match to petroleum, the whole mouth blazing like the clouds’ gentle euphony in a sky ecstatic with raw sunlight.

- Keston Sutherland, from Quid 9: Against Imperialism A Prolegomena, EX ED

Read

2010-09-28T13:27:00.001+01:00

The diamond trade, and colonialism

Triptych

2010-09-18T01:42:00.003+01:00

0203

2010-09-17T02:02:00.000+01:00

the small boy's prose chewed up

his hanging mouth

the ran backflipped to yesterday

hammered into oblivion by god

how lucky ** are

system, sister, it'd dark out here

goats breath to touch cream in

dense hollow makes of shapes

cane drags on night dust rimming

a soft vowel glints small in the only

future

I hurt, this hurt, I do not want love

I am afraid of myself, I get drunk

I don't like romantic anything, I

listen to the breath, the I

or comma, there are bright people

here,

this means future tensile strength

the light is so bright and I'm afraid to make it dark

to unravel in a moment, KILL KILL KILL

universalism

KILL KILL KILL

silent from the insides of your mouth the, heat

how it fashions us, make love, it makes us soft

Needles

dialectic approach the fuselage of a paper aero-plane in your mouth

aero plane , aero , plane, aeroplane, aero space, plane, aero , plane

aeroplanes

plain aeroplanes on the window pain, plain as an aeroplane

exemplariness my / splutter /

Find

Listen

Projects, ok

Peter Serafinowicz

2010-09-16T21:34:00.001+01:00

Films that look interesting...

2010-09-16T18:07:00.002+01:00

I like this song a lot...

2010-09-16T02:35:00.001+01:00

2010-09-09T02:09:00.001+01:00

2010-09-09T01:59:00.001+01:00

Erotic story

2010-09-04T15:37:00.003+01:00

This is something that happened to me once, just thought I'd share it here...

So we were like 15years old, the three of us, me, Toni and Holly.

We'd broken in to my mum's place because she was on holiday and we had a bottle of vodka, we'd originally started drinking at Holly's but then as we started getting more drunk and more flirty we decided we needed somewhere where there were no adults, so we broke in to my mum's house.

We were playing some kind of stripping drinking game on my bed when I ended up in my boxers Toni and Holly went crazy, suddenly like excited animals, they went for me, ripping my boxer shorts off. We all started kissing and Toni and Holly gradually took all their clothes off too, we kept drinking vodka in between kissing and licking each other, eventually we were all out fucking each other, I ended up fucking holly up the bum whilst toni fucked her pussy with three fingers and then toni and holly finger fucked my arsehole together with my legs behind my head and I came on my own face, then they licked it off and both sat on my face masturbating and kissing, at one point we found a necklace and forced it up all of our arsehole's so we were connected, ramming each other rectum to rectum, spitting in each others mouths, forcing toni down on holly, pissing on holly, then they both pissed on me and on each other, we searched for tools to use on each other, it was a frenzy of smell and sweat, noses up pussies, noses in rectums, so much heat, eye to eye, kissing, intensity, 15 yr old maniacs, howling, more fucking more vodka, dares, forfeits, light streams out...

the next morning we walked to school together

2010-09-02T04:04:00.001+01:00

stupid love

make of that car crash smile

a ha

when touch oh

syncopated sorrow I'm

but will you

it's NOT IN VERSE!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH!!!!!!

NO!!!

OH!!!

HA!!!

oh, but some other satire suits you

sorry, I don't understand

sorry

please hit me in the face

please

or hit me in the face

LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(this unfortunately happened)

sorry

S'UP

2010-09-01T19:14:00.002+01:00

If anyone sees or hears of a pair of speakers or any kind of device which amplifies music, and which can be given to me free of charge or for less than ten pounds, can somebody tell me, thank you

Also, remember, If anyone has any Idea's for anything which is to do with not making capitalism, and you need a place with four walls and a roof in which to make it happen, I have a place where you can do that for free, readings, theatre, lectures, happenings, anything which is thinking carefully and passionately, let's go, as in, I'm here, and it's here...

love

Work In Progress

2010-09-01T18:35:00.000+01:00

Just a quick heads up to the fact that I'm doing this

Blair Zaye everybody

2010-08-20T20:24:00.002+01:00

Just wanted to give a committed heads up to a new website by Blair Zaye

Blair is one of the only other actual artists and thinkers living in the warehouse with us and I've been very moved by the work of his I've seen and it's been my pleasure to be able to host some of his work in the sit room as backdrops for the other thinking activities which have populated this place.

I see a lot of argument and thinking in his work, especially the later drips, splits, tears and rips work. The only thing which is slightly unhelpful, inevitably so, is that you can't get a sense of how big some of his works are from the website.

Their size is a vital component of their argument for me at least, and how much of the room they take up with their performance.

Continually provoking and changing, they speak to me of the social not merely existential trauma of communication, expression, movement and testimony whilst simultaneously dancing with the raw wound of communication itself that is in fact the act of making and presentation,

slinging back forth with and inside a scatological desire in spite of, made from the teeth of set edges, wound up to the incremental possibility of an artistic movement that at once with at least two hands hangs on to the promise it came for like breath connected to feet...

sad to imagine that I might think all the signals were somehow lost, that nothing remained but a kind of chaos and cacophany. But for me the signal that survived was the most important thing. Not because of the thing itself, but because of the thing behind the thing. Communication might fail, but the desire to communicate was always somehow preserved in all the noise.

-Chris Goode

friday

2010-08-20T16:32:00.001+01:00

sudden flight from the cargo hold reaps its song of

a movement of grass the stench is a big giant robot

to help and soft bodies hold true to the promise of

desire to make vibrant true

a tenure and wasps float over the field where we do already live

amongst the totem poles as escape vantages with direct contact

to the prodigal women who's eyes sneer with radiant intelligence

amongst the seclusion of light or lit fields and breathe together

actual air fills up the lungs as hands move separately and we watch

boys and girls manoeuvre their desire as construct, only the language

is locked up for times of war so throats determine ethics among old satchels

and the burnt husks of laptops make better laptops

still blood and now

poem

2010-08-19T21:25:00.000+01:00

this could be the game up

as the un passionately livable

project of earning rent

is caught up with before even

the first payment in a backlog

of almost four months

with what revealed itself

as 4.30 an hour is spent upwards

a distant loneliness and near

despair

the wheels begin to speed up as

a body caught in the grinders begins to soften

as hardness is too too violent

and testimony is an echo

the ( £1906.04) of friends sounds chillingly empty

2010-08-18T12:41:00.001+01:00

Work Poem 2.0

for Mario Savio

sick, to the glisten of glut of fat of sweat of his

desire, the black hard hat means supervisor

there is no wail of outrage no pause for thinking

no poetic demonstration only the poor stupid

scuttling of future rent, bent on subservience

kill them all I haven't thought about my cock

an even once this day only, "I don't want to die

for 6.11 an hour"

On the collapsing structure is a boy

He wants that admiration, so he bends

his life to the fat clap and cheer of his

employers, who ruffle his hair.

I stay in his absence to remark on so much

just not death through the desire for admiration

the structure rots quietly above the stupid drinking

of beer

I stupidly get on a bus

Work Poem 1.0

2010-08-17T18:14:00.001+01:00

suture unfolding at sincere breath point

cartons of sulphur resume the pattern of

circumvention harmonics detain her crowd

lampoon by lampoon goat limbs fly on filters

tubular octagons decrease the potential for breakage

listen again. don't refrain from your temperature of

wanting, ash risen like choral silence bones melt

and mend those horrific ocular contours o and s

barrow songs hit above chiming of spit

designate the soft vowel like putting on with

another word for language is irony

Work Poem 3

2010-08-14T10:51:00.001+01:00

I heard what the talkers were talking

strike minion empires in critical rest

criteria for reaching in gloating the

vodka shovel snipe doon yer throat

at unease a lucky gesture empties task

pause ground tea grind up the unlucky

bacon and walnut of our lives / living

underneath toad berries or acute Capitalism

sinking through the vest of corrupted

desires stinging a vein shaft of blindness

'WITHOUT EARS' tank a rest in stead

your fear makes brutal the touch of

the red skins

enter violence enter fear enter fear of

puddles decorate the vacuum expanse > A

SLING direction - corporate drunk punk

that bleat for less and thought war tin eating

marketing shit and shit out you hit it out

nausea hollows on in circle red wall make planes

the task is salvage and discriminate, the baby is

in the bath water, you are the bath water

tremble and dance in hot vodka sweat of babies

cawing in your ears and hands to put a loin

down the history. a muter of help somewhere perhaps

and mutter beneath the engine, get a finger to the lever

of her bath water, I'm just constructing sieves baby

Work Poem 02

2010-08-12T22:14:00.001+01:00

ten shivering perv

pence eat quick make

backs

Work Poem 01

2010-08-11T23:14:00.001+01:00

excusable vacancy devoid vacuum to upper throat

might profit from back stretch to the white limit of key hole

movable split shifts in hand itinerary quarter spelled fleck

muster form in with candid moaning devoid yourself

troubadour spin thrift dabbled on a side bench fell up

a spit poem to clean up now the waste imprints on the

worser limit skilled to kind.

make lobster breath detergent the outside keeps un honest

spun threads are talons for plot kitchens moving when sestinas

manage their own bread yes wool he enter him together as

sisters under the black underlay of a future damp turning to

grunge mastics C shimmy in her clean up procedure if chaste

willow the upper blaze eye line limp it scorched the dead foetus

hands quiver outside the window find.

uncountable stairs approach the gradient of sleep wracking a never

twitched speaker up sound then headed card bleeps bleeps total

orange wind shifting you over the spectrum for coconuts attack

a soiling hair gradient in Afrikaans or cans spliced and choc insist

remembered swirl so splattered heap head makes / call / then remembered

misachieved vulnerable letter to the seam transgressed the dog urge

in calm attack as funny noise when scapula men umbraged vernacular

payes tribute in lactate bind.

proper word tells tale in dead tongues living a language on carpet

shins triangulate breach tourist tread million rinds gloating on the heap

softly press carton face put polythene micro scissor great great

cold in the heat of meat grinders cuticles dangle following self harm it is

make worked effort when up weeped press language alarum bells sincere

denture tinnitus suffusing small smells insult teal tread and burrow

copper on the stock voice un heard

A response to things I wrote

2010-07-06T18:54:00.002+01:00

Joseph Luna has posted an agile, passionate and critical response to my poetry over at his place which I am really really appreciative of, it's the first critical response I've had to my work and I am very grateful for it.

Expect to see a piece of critical response here from me on his work soon, it's the least I can do in return to such a loving swerve.

Love to Joe and you

... into ...

2010-06-30T23:00:00.000+01:00

softly put acetates military fissure / the font

a motorcade in clowns, cut up to see better

drains protest of the soliloquy / my cock

rips up the form of instruction radiates blood rim

to rise

daddy a slip of dress lights in wails a motor spin

before the ricochet side cut to naked asphalt / bared of heaven

to el! increased cautionary to delicate inner mouth

so it's fragile of the LED instinct to rapture

vowels of spit and engagement sideways

purpled up

inside the vowel it's insects peel and warm

shovels vibrate the side of pleasure

soil is put up, a mounted propulsion no breath

hot heat trowels delete barrier of fear going

blue transient foreplay curls and shatter

shins de coalesce the homogeny of skin to incest

slapped to a thin line of porous

break surfaced gravel on tint

behold gender

unworthy thing thou sideways grimace downtrodden

the prostate angel

god speaks only to that spot, inner delinquent

foals instant

bequeath thy self to thy position

flung the horizon to shine in utter

shimmer of the young snatch, pussy

avoid fear of your rectum

I envy your fearlessness / hunting in linen

breath moist on bare mound transgression

totemic duceric range on

re warp spectrum up existence / shattered disaffections

low cloth down young erections, sensual coercion

the naked truth of it my beheading guilt is silent and un protestations insolence

re wire of blank the repetitious despondency alaric

synergy of disease and corduroy speakers / transient ostentation

bee a lightbulb under purchase of child nailed diatribe distress

statutory fleas richen with ease. wrought This /

literary clamminess in under bridged snobbery by a woman

animals men

lasting to fixture taste pre possessed control Fear soaking web.

hunger recital in the skein line. Branded Fool of a puke

0107

2010-06-15T00:55:00.002+01:00

proliferates intricate squirm scream

orgasm as untranslatable

apparel profligates tenement breach

mexico considers us

queer sing the dead horse, diseased brother

fragrant neck in despondent bed entreaties

london exhumed poet testimonies to pillow

containers of straw, fallow out burst so going

salient busies upwards honing

wind fact string

breach the V line

tamara deletes spell

soundly re estuary placed biometric

dabbled the spit path in red wine to

ache seeming hungry social mistake

felled apart in the reams of a token

total sequence of artistic

instance as police

fictate men dolls cock

bloody wound scrub

belt compartments to rise and shine

concrete hair gloops in salt minions

donut cascades to what seeming holy

tedious assurance Dog faced obituary

re little seeming small

a phrase german

to indicate artifact clot

so this is

today rimming bus round ups in tone

no son house's in the all battle sublimate

thresholds of understandable use will

not stand for the onus of reach

to day

2010-05-27T00:02:00.002+01:00

sometime is cannot be all together found at FEET

weeping HOLD the electric electro my tie is

my belt up liverpool this cannot automate. Full to the

middle welt engineered engineers

a crease vector slenders past times flipped to the horizontal

particular derangement key. AM not wholly aware

plague belt in a slow. Wicket 1 keys you in my dogmatic knife edge

caroline beckons you inside the teeth

softly my ram my ram folds in on SHITACHE carols sung briefly double's

back down the up lift overtake the liminal bird fixtured

to the floor above you circumvent the circum of navigatorial dream IN

superflux varietal yeast infectional damaged rectumal

carrion pigeon birds choke in your breath hole

THROAT up TO THE sky. / Laughed a long mine in elbow box tinted

left goes sick up through the door to down town in skelter

boxing push push maneouvre what I meant to say was INCREASE

already this and that is visual poetry you see but not very

good because it's either CAPS or NO CAPS, so piano

to follow the edge of LInear breathing / moving rapid in

horror ox.

12.08

2010-05-07T12:08:00.001+01:00

of any particular originated nexus

lies horrid certainty in liberal Texas

guilt is curled in the ligamented connection

of contraceptive protection, odious treatment

sunk in a contained mouth, tonight is defeat lit

with lies / hunkered down / scrubbing our smile

with a coloured toothbrush.

possibly, I, whisper into your mound

and ethically rupture over the unethical

lust of confusion

neuron blazed in the ridge

slid back to reveal You

a word like Plague

softly redeemed before utterance,

un originated back slap

and barbecue MY empathy with soap

follow your hand

fall on my face, please

If I was in brighton, and,

split my sides, take a stone

relaxed to the point of nothing

(who's up for a

anyone up for a)

O am power to Hide

a gag of lines curves

This belittling Nothing will not suffice, you see the structural problems?

someone said apathy, some says aggressive

infectious adherence to a velocity shudder

and ricochet down to your most childlike urges

How is it using it's medium to think with, this is not urgent but must be

I mean

glowing round a de railed laugh

sharpen soft bat hark at lemon a

emergency beat lists you to listen up

and how selfish to say Oh beat me up, fuck me up, this is all too much I'll take all the bullets

because you don't, so attend and make

I need to speak to the anesthesia

no pathos

no feeling

no for gods sake

for gods sake

no repetition

I've made it all so much worse there

and there and there and here and here

Fuck twixt two stamp and a penny going bo didddly in the creeked

fact line IVE said tht before and it always goes this way

that I start with form and structure and interesting things happen and then abonnie pronce billy comes on and I writ something Like this

what is the way and what is the sign?

touch yourself in front of me

Sit Room link

2010-05-06T18:52:00.002+01:00

So! Here is the link to 'The Situation Room'

For those who don't know it, The Situation Room is where I live and work

It's a studio in a converted warehouse in north London

I have begun putting public readings and performances on there

For details on upcoming readings and performances, just go to the blog and it will tell you,

Good luck, lots of love

04.33

2010-05-02T04:23:00.002+01:00

Brethren

It's been more time / day floods walls / glass

Keats noticed the inability to write prose / a day

So, we are accustomed to that weather, small lines granulate and concave

I've become hear? The sea...

unduly rush, tipped to screen we are / you have been screened

gathered up as they say / vectors pronounce children and change

pocketed / no / fallopian cynicism now love...

ah love...

It's

4:28

we awoke to the sound of the room

raining

My biological father, left, has gone, to leave

trail that knowing track, soft mud

is your bedroom

The day will come

now to tip the point

into action / hold /

you smell rain still, gasp

fear

point and swivel membrane, pigment

pigment

let's

meaning full to choking

young

Yo

2010-04-27T22:35:00.002+01:00

Make sure you don't miss this

Hey hello by the way, it's been awhile right, well

I have a new studio and things are pretty busy in meat space, I will be back though my brethren, soon and with surprises, keep up, holy Hell!

2010-04-07T19:56:00.006+01:00

at 23

so the tenant is firm in her respect for the hound

hardly playing in the dust in the yard in the light
worms shiver in response to her candorous
fingering of soil and salt round as the popular
mouth, imagine, you cannot example his posed
features, turf and hard gravel re-splendour so
cavernous light believing that there is something
to attain to.

soft cuttings describe his morning scene, blood
in the sand is evidence of the edgeless foresting
form-like and sensual in his undergarments
a testimony of uttered trauma, we might sink here
attached to that feeling is a trauma deeper than
language, you find yourself structurally and logic-
ally dead, that is certain, yet still breath remains
still.

repeated circular and naked fathomings belie you
lost furthermore so in turning for direction you are
lost to sensual radar, the trail turns a hairpin
and is small, a pile of children's clothes probed by
the narrative wind, the careful wind tugs at your pubis
indicative of that salt you taste in the earth, take root
guide child as a slight cacophony has already left
slowly open before the preach,

down the third road you morning trilled in only your
tie from the party before, when the day was yet to break
so as it fell you were born, agleam of yolk and a single
infinity of unutterable questions, we came too late to
urge you to pour that yolk back down your gullet sighing
so, the goats of us broke our bread on your back and
came behaving in your hair.

Happy Birthday Kier

2010-04-07T16:50:00.008+01:00

2010-04-07T16:01:00.003+01:00

we fetter away

claw back honey I have as yet o be

in swimming, you are knifed

oh knifed oh the irresistible verb of our time!

I want to be more inventive that this

overtakes me but I am doing the overtaking

so we ache to ratchet the singing pitch god

god howl are you! howl are you! howl are you!

God, climb up to us, you've been playing

strip poker with the devil for too long now! ECHO

PHANTASMAGORIA, SKITTLES, LAWNMOWER

lamp you in my butter mirror of now fire, now )MISTAKE(

introvert your pressure chorus into my ears

my ears, somebody intervene for a second

god damn, I'm all sugar anvil can't you tinkle tinkle

Croc rot in the exxxxxccccccess pit of irony, damn irony,

fuck irony, fuck changing your name give the child his

breath back, tell the child who you are your scaring him

your scaring your kid damn it, drunk on games and the

language.

OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW

sing with me

OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW

see the meaning fall off like so much gravy

down the sluice you testified my testicles drooped off

into the home alone hell hole of rhyme and

syntax you cannot leave me with this butcherdress

of un living in the cattle prod of disneylanded squash the ch

christ push my face further in the shit so I can't breathe

kill me or set me free, fuck me or fuck me up,

but here god damn it no knife for us now in the

60's self referencing bitterly ironing automobile

of my reading infested with the clot of cliche drizzling

out the stigma of my earnest urge, this form is barbed

wire to be left and caught in a wing of distaste

A great stage of fools

2010-03-30T23:22:00.003+01:00

Just a quick heads up for anyone who is either in already or wants to come to Cork on April fools evening for this thing...

2010-03-30T14:52:00.000+01:00

Ode to Tom Jay

2010-03-16T22:18:00.002Z

the filament of your bruise Tom Jay

a minor scratch in circuitry, in disposal

in soft wreckage higher the writers delay

a mirrored cat foot is severance proposal

we yearned for your candour

unknotted constituency, aromatic arrival

a fucking actor is grander

seagull my messy arrowfart survival

Tom Jay a round prolapsed motion

that thing I found

cryptic uber damper lotion

your soft sound

if you could cry will you?

sheaf of light form the factory

fucking shoe

sheaf of light form the factory

mouth for a splint

2010-03-13T23:03:00.001Z

In nauseous wailing, parachuted battlechick own schizophrenic organ

attached dreadlocks partial gluing to hanging buttocks (wilderness)

gentle discrimination the performance of the landfill dreamstake

patter of bodiless shoes waiting for the re-leaving of glimpsed dispute

our mothership of foals looking for eyes \

we choke up surrounded pages of scattered pagers

the charred subglottic space wincing creased so by ladder

the lymph of the arm of just in KO’d beneath hermeneutic emphasis

ardscent in native axilla bereaves the sodden boyfriend

CAPILLARY of electro test ankle which is advanced O position

heave meat put eyes in your heads increasingly edgeless in porous

PUNKture case for song to converse amongst remaining milk tips

polyphony teen canines to disarm you with

the rush of remoteness slipping up against the mid point of the river

morning trauma

2010-02-20T12:32:00.000Z

the general poetry of a friend scoops like a face

an instance of mild forget, dish, they're plural it

going to climb pockets for dust this hurt wallows whip

a shine, an embrace from a pocket of envelope

a manner of cadence deletes the a into activity

without him I could not be this, a mitt of sleep

to say I can't say it here, here in

a hole proffers the language activity of bitten

populated pelicans rifle through your clothes

my embrace falls apart like clay into the shrapnel

invested love of infested clay, I sob

millionaire babies eat them of going to now

an an hanging man leaps face bucket up he

shy sheep he leapt of rags smoke pots clay bit

splint numbs clipped norway graze stool stool

find some things to find

NEWS

2010-02-16T15:59:00.002Z

There are two blogs just opened to anyone, which have been building for some time, here and here, which are still birthing and were primarily fashioned out of a desire to collate materials for a show I'm making, so please feel disposed to go and feel around, it's dark in there and might be wet so take off some clothes.

I offer my humblest and proudest thanks to those who have posted there, to speak of love.

10 53, paint

2010-02-16T10:53:00.003Z

IF it were night, would you night?

I sleep the blah carcass tonight young

welled up detected turtle trying to

float his goat in skin up, de para

longing to tract in de de, gloat man

ouvre of cage in test blah case number

whatever I want a different line for

sample his cheek, milk

Rushes back out from outside

the manual laughed in my guts

pubic tongues fall out the sky

and into pie, to eat the sweet

delight of lie mesopotamia, he

she comma's him to died

blah

stuck fucking my house

gas in floods in the water

of my eyes to like at you

to like like you, to approach

your net of horizons and cliches

to whittle my shape into your

pocket

to blah inside you

almost palindromic

2010-02-15T18:07:00.001Z

image in de rad

not only your face but the

mannequin of it

celestial dubbing get back

of risen blood shin

in, river, noise

fallow

The compulsory child cries

the world has been ripped out of me

strum blue back, come on helpless

streaming flags on ribbons

pots

honey sticks down

the rock m

for m

curly bob fetched the screech of

I want to say you

so lovely, rouge blistered skin,

O small eye

listen, policy

, scrap beast

away the tired cylinder

skin, it's real, of yellow tom's

snatch

my poor tommy's hole, he howls

in narc, shivers

shine the razor mechanic

in warped

if thank thank thank

the filter withers

a gasp,

2010-02-11T20:17:00.001Z

I finally found my fingers after two years of hunting in the attic.

The fields of shears separated

I've killed at least dozens of Arabs todays

only fantastically and really

They airbrushed Toni Collette into thinking of someone else

good dust forms eyebrows around

then before, all in the house there are Stella bottles

I have to walk carefully other wise they mightn't break

I see Tom Weber sipping and peering at me from the hole

I wish I could help him but the brakes on my bike are damaged

I ruminate that Carravagio might be here soon

I really need to find that third bottle of Stella

I confess

There's been a puddle of grief in the kitchen for some days now

Someone really should do something with it.

I spend the next three and a half hours thinking

of what you could do with a puddle of grief.

That is while the potato boils, it's sinning on friday.

My Mother hasn't uttered even a capital letter in three days now.

She spewed her guts in an attempt to say "she spewed her guts."

It's funny, all that time the cup of tea was under the blanky

The trauma vortex appeared milky at first but on a prod it turned

out it was a very clever piece.

I put my dad in a circle and then duped him into a figure of eight.

Every time I try to light the fire I let out a pump,

which repeatedly sends me into the trauma vortex

so I wake up on the rainy beach with a glass of milk

and honey.

When, after the last nail of honey, I let go

I wake up on the laptop writing twisted narratives about dreams.

I'm burnt to the don't kick off zone

I got married.

The doctor prescribed something correctly.

She also told me to try and wrap my spine in a blanket.

But, for me, that provocation is too real,

too close to the skin if you like

I spend eight days trying to fold it in on itself.

the body odour of my dreams climbs the panic ladder

until finally it ends up.

his normal trauma to glided and occurred

I'm going on holiday, it's not yet, it's not to not be in a relationship

so I try and sleep in the stigma pool but the echoes of words

keep drowning me awake.

2010-02-07T15:00:00.001Z

Urgent

How might we think about the erotic in relation to theatre?

2010-02-01T17:24:00.008Z

For Matt Trueman

We speak the sharpening

Is that defecating noise in the future tense

sound the hate system falling apart

We were here all the time

The terror corollary examples its own specious disgust

The co-ordinates (like the sea, and love) scramble and re-align

Moving knowledge to passionate radical de construction

In (neck positioned) attentive gleam

To radiated those (these) sinews in empathy with another, to speak of us

the boy dancer shines his specific orientated lost

The queer turn back towards the horizon

(the stars dislocate and shimmer out of angled sight

The form of poetic critical engagement with what is critical

We are hurtling, impact imminent

O, we were found

out straining out stretched throat

A response to the theatre piece, consequences, and other things

2010-02-01T00:02:00.006Z

for Lucy Ellinson

Five bodies with the eyes still attached look at me

They are alive

I collapse with them.

Once I got so drunk at a party that I killed the host's cat

I thought it would be funny to suffocate it with my mouth.

She goes first, the dancer, she falls

she splits her head on the sprung floor below

she falls and lands gracefully, the other dancers follow her.

The two performers who aren't dancers start to mutter,

plosives fall out of their mouths

I used to hit my brother until he cried.

What we see is a building falling in slow motion

it takes nineteen minutes to complete the performance

to put meat (extend) into my mouth

There is a building which sits at a difference

signifying radiance

the world's smartest super computer

the building has an airport, and in the airport

is a language area

everywhere else, including the top floor

people are spitting and fucking in each other's mouths

I want you to put this dress on

and carve out your decorative hair

touch your scarred mouth with your finger

lick my arsehole and show me yours

attentive sleet falls

we need to go to the cold muck and do it

admission at the point of collapse [1]

2010-01-24T00:40:00.015Z

there is no such thing as tone in this sentence

of course the myth you make is full of. it's own

and the boys run screaming to burning sheep

that is their anthem. there anthem waits on

shore there are palm trees and heads on sticks in london

you can count the grass it makes.

your shoulder is left of the crying. the milk stays still long

enough.

the women total is = if we equate

I am a woman.

the burnt up burnt up, I am a homosexual

queer savage, gun point

a sex

boy cracks in stage light

fixed away from trigger no mercy

get back in the cockpit, the cockpit which is the cityscape

the city scape is large and huge

the largest head is the one you have next to your candle lit nightmare

the nightmare is the sound of your head

the head you wake up with is the fictional death you sound up

the vocabulary you scrape off the floor is your fingers

food for the next eight days

the ground you put in your mouth is the beach you

the lyric or lyric takes a hold of a tail and delivers the following chewed up poem

sistine in awake a sleep devoid of noun goes

blow up, in western fucked old material canonise

chewy boy in pit of no neon or cyan light

a lack of investigative journal, no knowledge is subject

the last backed out split is and was a young daughter screaming her first orgasm

screen test the next phase in political dissent (this is called a scratch performance,

you must not do these they are ethically irresponsible because they treat you like you have a choice)

the first matter of choice is when you are raped and burnt with cigarettes, then you won't have to read it in the thing because it will fuck you and be inserted into you and you can drink the blood or make them lick off so it will be you as a victim or a boy live in the woods with our tops off the blood is on your trainer and you will feel it you will know no abstraction from that intensity

the next question is a musical one.

1. how many muscles do you want left in your face

1. where on me do you want to come

the question is a savage one

1. how will you stop fetishising men and fetishism

and savages and how will you stop your self saying that in the next sentence

should you be who have you been addressing in this event when

why aren't you masturbating the negro is on a stick for Christ's (christ's) sake as are you and as was he (so kindly)

Cum your spem in the alium

your arsehole

your arsehole is actually where it's at, heaven that is, I mean You.

the prelude to your crime flapped over the cradle

when form will muscle in through desert young

a proletariat paedophile is what you should be

listening to

rip up your performance and feed it to yourself and it won't go away and there were all the important speeches bright in a minute from whence the accord of perceptive shift came and it came on the face of radical radiant / before / the denial at flat which you. succumb to.

christ is born holding your mouth he is born tongue and your young tongue is licking his young hole is christ is stroked to your self reading a poem and christ was born holding your cock and holding your breasts in his mouth is christ and christ is of the tongue and language is of the tongue and licking ass is of the tongue you move your tongue to difficulty you make the field your tongue, tongue your asshole up to give it up the bright tongue the tongue is bright and christ knows the infant tongue you move the infant tongue it is the infant tongue move your bright move your bright tongue lick up lick up taste light taste ringpiece taste the salt taste salt with your tongue and cock and little finger in the dirty toilet play school fingered cunny tongue

this is here

2010-01-22T14:00:00.001Z

christmas miracle

2010-01-20T16:00:00.002Z

for Chris Goode

your puppy dog clit cream gone on a hot sour

disproving the in tongued and barked miracle ahead

the compound eye is in a state of emergence and

fermenting in in an neon hub cap chrysalis

made of real silk the sparkish echo of negro time

in of out is the first pitch kargyraa double time bite

roller bite through my mesothelial pericardium

don't prepare me, my chirurgen, open your cunt so

the inferior oblique of this carnality help remove

i think you whittled the ort to a punkt

my radical brother we buck the cerebral ischemia

we are the queer brothered Raubkatze

turn asphyxia into a blow job

hold on, is the smell hooks of our anal prolegs

and

need is our bond

1404

2010-01-19T14:03:00.003Z

cum in your dump

stain pants is strewn

how many of us are here...

this grey sky excites us, on the tip

us maniac kids at sex hungry

un furling the scottish weather

or that particular creek, leaking out

you is us, our gang, be weathered

finger her, you watch, by the grey sea

the small beach, with our sex gang

hungering for small deer or penis tip

stalk through the humid damp leaves

lie in that stream,

lean your self out

Eugene Mirman

2010-01-17T13:57:00.002Z

1248

2010-01-13T12:43:00.003Z

it is the purity of the engagement in moving

before a vested spinning valorisation of your hunger .

Not yours by extension

moving to pre-ness, before (deep) the unfolding

gap between interest and interest

squealing / locomotive reeling the russian frost

could it be

inside is shredding away the skin, hurting

to indicate

while around it at a commodity the growth insists on warmth

it is skin tissue in support of making you suppose

that sufferance is the symptom

when in fact if only we could suffer could we make that claim

indeed nothing can hurt yet

though magic

left nipple on a skin hook

mix it with dust and cum to put the

train back in

(non) IMAGEs of where you (don't) live

2010-01-12T06:36:00.018Z

I pulled the trigger

Philippines love poem 14

2010-01-09T05:18:00.001Z

you are the I in every child

to actually be inside you

taste, bushes

hair is naked it's rhythmic

we leak the spray out

harder at your intelligence

you watching me intensify the question

wet with wet with the spray white leaking yellow on your lip

of our quotient

boy cock racing the supple hard fact

Philippines love poem 13

2010-01-04T13:10:00.003Z

Philippines love poem 12

2009-12-27T14:04:00.000Z

again of an stigma

hole open to many small rocks

threading to cephalalgias

coated with fætt

'tʃʊk the corpulent rhyme

I throat occipital condyle

a response is dance or "dance"

insert particles of your / his / her sinus canal

my derivation by reacting

a triester of home

I watch

of the triglyceride molecule

horizontal particular

sunset going peristaltic

movement,

before hemikrania

is in fact

the chemoreceptor trigger zone

touching so softly

the blood-brain barrier

as good as

Philippines love poem 11

2009-12-25T12:01:00.016Z

A fly in visit and guest post by Joseph Luna

Bryan’s (and Anne) Christmas Message 2009 [hacked mailer #2]

Bruges first, me & Anne in brackets, going out into old world architectural insistence by the beginning of October. She’s on all the trails but still is birthing, counts on established standards unexpectedly surpassed, our highly professional waiting. Mussels and chips, Flemish stewed rabbit, carpeted salmon, ormolu and marble tables shone in the preliminary but the cakes blew our socks off, and Oh! the prestige of being intersected – magnificently finished names drawn in chocolate eloquence, to think that was mine (and Anne) returning to an ideal simplicity, almost, almost glazed with lettering (how we go on, over half a century later is still surprising). Thematically, our lives have been on several listless boats, some less proficient waiting but being stuck we took the terraced sea, limited to our selves & the Norfolk Broads. This we shortly came, as tatty islands being rather disappointed by the gale force winds. Over cities come up short in pre-historical lenses, gazing made up for it. But then (Anne) got married and to summarise: to me, and the ducks and herons looking jealously in, a book all on its own.

Actually get it. Incessant children sing the local, exceed as couples rain prodigiously & vague ex-President guest spot, oh happy coincidence! In obvious concert, Claire and David, I told you Waldorf salad, brownies, Bakers’ Vineyard in our (name), in unknown council holes in recent friends requires landfill secret. I was/am a baker. Few have been to us, ten years and two children, so a by-pass wasn’t difficult but funny, how it obtains. Shooting didn’t last when years later and young idealism left behind a group of good Muslims (Anne never heard of it), I tell a lie but they did spend most of the day improving. I am travelled, started & lived. I say more complex trouble need more, of course, my description demonstrating. Bakeries later I went hard rewarding intrigue whilst (Anne’s) legal packet drifted into politics and developed the Middle East; I was (then new), America a feeling man who entered association with my substantial ibis cleaning for 10 weeks, voracious to May. I felt questions of bread legislation taking off bird suffering well, my share of the problem flowed up and turned the kids into cute pictures. Indulging in the Blue Grotto Co. prevented production working on a Saturday (wicked) trip through relevant life God sent, or at least played a crucial role (Anne also) in the street who remembered the bakery site, almost derelict, very sad. Despite different ’80s I’m continuing – since leaving company activities the birds are rallying on lovely weekend weather, our old nephew centre since.

Briefly lost doesn’t much career upstairs, leaking into Middlewich supermarket, flour battles in the bathroom. I started before, now the pain’s gone smoky trying to finish. (Anne) continues her grasp to comply (they are very democratic in New Zealand) ridge requirements mended regular assessment supply; I think she’s in league with the chimney! A hired anniversary’s exhibition emerged on top to relax in battles, despairs the business of appearance. Last year’s utility is a faster memory I never thought I’d return or start a charming man again, but is finally uplifting. Days I’m weak: nice traditional muscle insurance the summer looks kind / the family recover quickly now, still alive on occasion, even drink, & whatever heart (Anne’s) steps travel from the garden I sometimes hear. This poly child disorder affects us shortly senior having taken his aunt’s personality from himself, I’ve had her within earshot committee you mention a restaurant job on the webcam? That’s why (Anne) eats anything to do with science or Japan - he took them biscuits out of himself for Christmas when you get this. Some ailments staff the blood. My research contracts in fresh hotels across Europe, developing scenery tables for schools & shortcomings, and my own boss rolls around the bakeries behind Wembley Stadium 3 days a week or longer! Message early the outgoing language elect for a full two months without his future, she is dyslexic but popular (not Anne) and yes we’ll already almost complete, in honour hoping. So a sulky heart desires renewed medication, we can become in the quiet spot we cooked up over the shop.

all our love,

Bryan (& Anne)

I love this so much

2009-12-25T07:35:00.004Z

The girls over here, already put this on their sex bed of a blog

but I was watching it again and I think it's so good I wanted to

put it here too, you should go visit the girls more often.

They like you.

What do you do when you see a woman?

2009-12-25T06:39:00.002Z

This piece is in response to this article.

"When approaching a woman, most guys make the

mistake of thinking too much about what to say...

Unfortunately, rarely does this approach work -

because most of what you say is irrelevant."

-dating coach David Wygant

What do you do when you see a woman you

are attracted to? Do you run and hide?

Do you use something from a can which you

read on the internet? Do you stand, and with fear

worry about 'language'

rarely does the approach work

It will fall over itself

instead

Here are ten surface ways of intrigue (her, every time)

1. Observe something

don't tell anyone what you have observed

this is especially effective at the grocery store

2. Smile

eat twigs in your mouth and fashion them into

an observation, make it genuine,

especially if you are a woman

ease her, it will open the easiness in the

interacting

definitely build something, make a ramp

place your genuine smile neatly on her bloody head

3. Always hesitate

make the approach itself hesitate

do not feel well, spell a mistake

observe three of the same seconds

humiliate an ideal

take a ground splinter, or a young child, preferably dead

and insert one of each into your gaping arsehole

to show you are a man

4. Your bodies language

Always approach hunched over with your head down

send all your information in

push the marked naked envelope

before you begin, stand up straight

die in the water

5. speed

trigger her internal alarm

she will start beeping and probably rob you

if she sings with delight, use dettol

perform the negative shoulder routine

weight the spank with ease

6. eye contact

never break the eye contact, always be

looking at the eye contact

it will keep.

Store it in an oxygenated temperature

of three decibels per entry

7 is a still born diagram of ventriloquy

8. fidget the approach back and forth

overtake the bed which Ralph Macchio lies prolapsed on

eat all your previous fidgets

always distract your first fidget

9. make your voice so light it suffocates her

always start every conversation the same way

seriously alter the turkey into a string quartet

play with your daughters vocal tone by

stuffing her mouth in different ways

make her study the exact same thing

make a notice in her round ligament

10.

throw all your random words at her

throw them off the top of a multi story car park

become this random word,

always be in the process of slowly head butting her

never respect a space, collapse any gap

never feel comfortable when you hear the word 'self'

Philippines love poem 10

2009-12-25T06:37:00.000Z

corner weep

of a yellow fur'd regard

digging in

wraparound pussies

a nice skirt

the little

for a cup of

hitch his sphincter up

stroke it

baseball

pencils

ice

snake

fist

hold back his hair

chain

pineapple

toy train

wet hankie

rubber

say 'young'

say it

say 'I'm young'

Philippines love poem 9

2009-12-23T19:11:00.001Z

Go To FileFactory.com

Philippines love poem 8

2009-12-23T08:44:00.001Z

For Paul Curran and Tomas Weber

from online shopping to chocolate overload

sweetened to the sticky bullet in your pocket

is your hankie

darling,

I'm going away for our honeymoon

says

bloodway / patrol on the hook in

scrambling the beats of

as he performing the autopsy

reverses, with some cans he found

or child in

the meat alleyway

chewing of flies

with mosquitos as

tandem punk pals

the glass is so warm out

change your pants they're a rash

golfing for locomotives?

5 in fact

which is a fact right?

oh honey I can't stop speaking in grey

is this your foot on the table

where are you

oh, in the third word, ok

I'm turning you into language honey

with brillo in sandwich houses

a putty knee for oh twist

a grass snake? can't be, oh...

leakage pipe outward that's right

oh honey

you are the table

hmmm

a shift happened on the night roof

IN an american T.V

in a drama

on polish

someone is speaking yesterday

Philippines love poem 7

2009-12-23T04:29:00.000Z

the smallest compartment

uttered out crawl

in exo

dogmatic stampeeede

listen

FOR GO THE NOE §§

you are nice you are nice

do rice do

indigo catache chee wanado arounde

going bal home

g no goung bLLM

no going ball home

ball is home

follow ice cubes

shove it a lip on aou

wanna lung?

0042

2009-12-21T16:41:00.000Z

let me lick your teeth

fix open your cut

smell your openings

watch me

burn my tongue with a cigarette

open the signature of invasion

if we walk down this trail together

we'll go to the woods and watch each other

hold mouths

i'll go first

my finger in you

do you like that

oil

smell that

lie in it

open up

clean yourself out

on the tarmac

the car park

no one's around

in the basement room

in the field

open your mouth

swallow everything I give you

what do you want to watch me do?

Philippines love poem 6

2009-12-21T11:57:00.004Z

petrol flag desist loading

liverpool daughter smell chlorine

oil bayat military sharp

swallow , everythingat

saps coil brick attach

going solo lemonade sheen out of corollary

entertain bird brimming secluded

vaccine felt the flavour

a soft wound fucking word a hit

the popped up outlet in ascertain subordinate

research appeasement latin mining too flavour

break in queer cut supple mountain in river

movement a slip lock generate undermine

fallow chance for noam chomsky titillating breakfast

urinate

suck in

de clench

rattle out chucked ingredients butter an burning

willow out going again shape and

pubic mound swallows soldiers cigarette

gut rot

2009-12-20T21:52:00.002Z

how I see dead people seems strange?

I looked at her now

staring from the hollywood snap

god almighty need

swelling my miscellaneous

disgust

of all in

girl, ha

for money easy

no money no honey

killing in the fucking name of

no sweat at chance lachrymose

moan in sweat that sweat

the rose is sweat as in sweat is sweat

god damn so much to keep quiet

leavings

honest

car

rip

sign signature

how it crushes me

to turn away from one time continuum

only a pace

fuck off

(to me to me)

going all place

fishing jesus?

oh it's ok

you got the dynamite

rabbit?

2009-12-20T07:47:00.000Z

ha ha

hello, it greets it out

indeed , sever raw meat

it seems I'm always walking down that padded room

loathing baths

no cleanliness

only fingernails and asthma for me

cough

something around here has fell, or at least has a tail,

ice pick

punk

stupid punks

where the whale is my coat

i priced it for free, some little outlet

selling cranberries

that girl striking glitter as she walked

all up in third degree burns for me

i forgot about the sheep

not to poo

ha ha

not to do

i'm afraid you'll have to excuse me,

I'm extremely hungover

oh my god

ha ha

cough

which one of you here doubted me

who was it

where are my mirrors when I need them

I have a box full

bragarts, turn tail pox coats

sniff

fix the sink when I get back

oh yes

Philippines love poem 5

2009-12-19T11:58:00.000Z

the pain of a social line

afflicts itself for loss

to reverse an MJ project

the price of skin and it's colour

or color

chocolate acid it's rain

burn the hole to fly through,

delete the previous wires,

and back to hoping to hope for

the passionate

before disavowal becomes

imperative question use (the language is as yet immature)

is it the predictive elitism fascist

in fascist

in a downward spiral as dispose

after disposition or

is sugar in the wires

does fall apart?

and I plural, what atoms

whose cost, how much

but why put that here, when the style?

melts upkeep

Philippines love poem 4

2009-12-19T11:40:00.002Z

in england you can kill baby?
yes
das so bad
that why bad things happen
that why eh big wav
big wav what you call
ah tunami
that why tunami happen

Two years in the making...

2009-12-18T04:40:00.007Z

If I was in a Christmas Show called Aladdin at South Hill Park Arts Centre,

And the show was coming to it's end, and the genie of the ring was telling the audience not to tell anyone outside the theatre what happened inside the theatre, because, for example, if a child told her teacher she had seen an elephant in the theatre, then no one would believe her and they would think she was a complete loony,

If I was standing on that stage along with the rest of the cast, as Gulak the genie of the lamp, waiting for the genie of the ring to finish his speech and then sing the final number, I would turn to the audience and interrupt the actor playing the genie of the ring by saying

My name is Jonny.

I am not a genie.

My name is not Gulak, it's Jonny, and I can't do this anymore.

You can tell who you want what happened here, and you should

I can't stand here and be a part of this.

In telling you that what happens in the theatre, stays in the theatre, we do a bad thing.

I'm going to go to my dressing room now, get my things and not come back.

Not because I don't like you all, and want to be with you all, but quite the opposite.

I want to be with you all so badly that I can't stand here and lie to you.

I can't stand here and not be with you.

Some might say, but it's a performance or it's your job or it's what you love.

And one of those statements would be right, It is a performance.

It seems we are always performing one way or another.

We have to perform at work, at school, and to each other socially.

I hear a lot of talk about giving a good performance, performing well, especially at work and school, and in many industries we talk about high performance, it improves the performance and so on.

And often we hear talk of putting on acts to each other, going round for dinner and acting the part, the fact that we are different people to our parents and different people to our friends, might mean that there are performances happening all the time, we try to be clever and witty and funny, and liked, and in turn are expected to do so, and this might also be performing.

What you have been watching so far, I don't think it has been theatre, it has been taking place in a building called a theatre, and there has most certainly been a lot of performing going on.

But this bit, this bit right here, this is theatre, the feelings of worry, disbelief, excitement, outrage, that means that what is happening right now is theatre, because it is real, and it is live, and it makes you feel real things, and there are consequences.

What is happening right now, will not stay in this theatre, because I will not stay in this theatre.

If theatre stayed here it would be useless.

I know it might be nice, people might say it would be great for kids, somewhere we can all escape the hardships of our lived lives for a few hours, but if theatre stayed in here, and you couldn't take anything real from it, as we have said you shouldn't, we would have done a very bad and violent thing to you, and to ourselves.

I think theatre should be a place where we go and try not to perform, to drop the act.

To find out who we actually are, to ourselves, and to each other.

Where we don't have to worry about giving a good performance or performing better.

Where we can watch each other, where you can watch someone take their clothes off, where we can watch each other finding out what it really means to be ourselves, where a person can stand up and tell the people he's with who his name is and it not be a violent interruption.

I'm going to go now, I know this will cause a lot of problems for the theatre and the rest of the cast.

And in light of that and before I go I would say one last thing.

Imagine, if more of us did what I'm doing right now, just stopped and said, I can't do this anymore, I refuse.

Someone might then say to you, “But how will you feed your kids? How will you pay your rent? How will you survive? and so on”

To which my answer would be

“I don't know, but why don't you come with me and we'll find out.”

Philippines love poem 3

2009-12-16T15:21:00.007Z

sir how about the bullet it's british

chewy

like lips

feel alright

suck IT up

only geckos smile

push my buck into you

lift the shirt man, go on

boyfriend

salt composing my love

malignancy

yesterday

WELL, FOR ME

marrying a white skin is excellent prose

Philippines love poem 2

2009-12-15T14:53:00.002Z

Oh the beautiful racists! You See! I Celebrate myself grandma!

how much did your atoms cost?

sweet their whit leniency with a rev

Dear (any Parent)

You've got to come here, you can say NEXT

and the filipino changes the channel

sweet moonlit drink, how it works, big OT

is am collateral language

beef

ha! made you WAIT

reign your violence on IT

going south for the honey moon?

c (indent) ooer missus

soft power man!

but I do love it here

sweet!

Philippines love poem 1

2009-12-14T11:42:00.001Z

as is met in the face of a lenient articulacy

proving the snap in focus of a collision tactics

"give me money"

but "it" is third worldy isn't "it", sticking with you

through down the bleeding track on up to burger machine

and would you like a girlfriend with that

the scabs on her face really turned me on

push a cigarette in your jaw and walk in low heat

in god we trust

2009-12-10T22:50:00.001Z

the mark of this tired old gherkin making a last attempt at

jus a little sumfing

2009-12-10T22:39:00.003Z

Just a little something to go with Chris's scores, this is one I made but we didn't get round to performing, so, you should.

What my desktop happened to look like one day...

2009-12-09T00:08:00.003Z

1715 for a weekend

2009-12-07T17:15:00.003Z

on a swivel grope pig I set my mouth a chop

lemon that distaste the wall news will not satisfy

kidding around is the alphabet remorse code

new linear implants are the smiling my discovery

now

lack of taste to propel

entry level butter bean sasquatch myth pun

is never a designated reach a round - tag

get quick get sambo all the maids milk at once

hurry before your howling turns fantod fetid

the mountain grates all its niggers honey

chives no i've got the other thing

make it despot lick the dog before he shits

quacked out sestina rimming the orifice number

burn honey burn make me turn over

burn honey burn I love this part

all the imaginary scum in and eludes itself all over the glimmer gimping

child of my face, as in the reflection which confronts me as I slice the next throat, the arab victim, for the white american assassin which I always spell wrong because the first bit sells.

0018

2009-11-24T00:17:00.003Z

Hey Kiddo you been

playing sharp fizz

teeth pool you been lappin up at the soda

yeh it rhymes with cream,

you been all up in the naked face of it, hanging on

till the bleachers jump flicking a shout at the lights to go too bright

dusting your open graze to perfection the

mark of our joy, you been smelling out the teenage brethren punching each others

sunlit teeth out laughing at the holes you make you been feeling each other hard and jumping together

on the crates and mattress never goin to sleepade

you been pumping that shirt and the cameras on and off singing lit

look what we can do you been sniffing your brother here I'll play Jill you be you been fisting those rocks

at all those cars falling down the drop streets on pedals and boards ripping this is how we role

you been asking how to do it feeling me show you I say we go find that trolley swinging it move

taking turns how fast can you fall how fast can you not wait to do it again dust that bruise some more shine it up real good till it

glows