cyan sub contract
im sub language
me cyan. bless
me piss - coz
im a sigh kai tris
meeyamdisss
bless up lake
im sub language
me cyan. bless
me piss - coz
im a sigh kai tris
meeyamdisss
bless up lake
December 24, 2012
Happiness by Money?
Can it?
Yes.
Is it long lasting?
depends how fast you make the cash.
Think about this at Christmas as:
MINCE PIE DEATH
and other video game suggestions
Happiness: Show me the money
Money: I feel sad.
Oh
Yes.
Is it long lasting?
depends how fast you make the cash.
Think about this at Christmas as:
MINCE PIE DEATH
and other video game suggestions
Happiness: Show me the money
Money: I feel sad.
Oh
December 19, 2012
December 18, 2012
£MONOLOGUE (not kylie)
This five grand of mine...
I cant begin to explain but to say (an no-one talks like THAT): I've always had it. that's my big theory. It's always been about £5,000. Money. Think about it. Your perception of it. I think I have been lucky in that the course of my life has been quite fairly and immediately represented by my bank balance - but - regardless of what the figures say - I am surer than ever that I will never feel better or worse off.
funny old game.
and now I've written it down - it doesn't look like much. But it is. For me to have £5000 is a massive achievement. But I've always had it. relatively.
What I mean by all that is this:
You cover your costs. Know what I mean?
Not in a forward planning, pay the friday man sort of way - but in a kind of - 'the times that life is hard can mean loads of money or none - but if it's been hard - you know where you baseline is' - way.
yes?
I should just convince myself I need £50,000 - but then they might call me a gangster - and i've got kids to think about...
and Christ knows what would happen if anyone found out I'd been shagging the insurance lady, er, I mean the Friday Man.
Shit.
I cant begin to explain but to say (an no-one talks like THAT): I've always had it. that's my big theory. It's always been about £5,000. Money. Think about it. Your perception of it. I think I have been lucky in that the course of my life has been quite fairly and immediately represented by my bank balance - but - regardless of what the figures say - I am surer than ever that I will never feel better or worse off.
funny old game.
and now I've written it down - it doesn't look like much. But it is. For me to have £5000 is a massive achievement. But I've always had it. relatively.
What I mean by all that is this:
You cover your costs. Know what I mean?
Not in a forward planning, pay the friday man sort of way - but in a kind of - 'the times that life is hard can mean loads of money or none - but if it's been hard - you know where you baseline is' - way.
yes?
I should just convince myself I need £50,000 - but then they might call me a gangster - and i've got kids to think about...
and Christ knows what would happen if anyone found out I'd been shagging the insurance lady, er, I mean the Friday Man.
Shit.
The Chrome Pony
The Young American viewpoint was substantially lowered by the angle
of a low winter sun and the obviated need to hide from such stark glaring
fact. Belinda harkened to her lovers' hushing tones and stayed parrallel with
him in movement and conversation: there was no question of gun law restrictions
in the state of-
"Grimsby" she thought he'd said. The scooter slowed and he shouted something else less audible from behind his helmet. She had figured out she could just about read large print books on the b roads they had to stick to...
The mid-west, dust bowl, far from the Connecticut killings,
farmland. The buffallo still roam - and God that thing looks so sexy tucked into his pants
she might have thought in celluloid dreamings.
She conflated bits of news with whatever was her current pulp buzz of romance, chaps and corsets - she'd discovered the imagination recently and mainly because of the inordinate boredom of pillion riding at low speed. Then there were the mechanical breaks... (over heating stops).
Why had she married him? Not a question to ask.
Today, it's the Lamberetta owners' club and a stop off for cream teas in Sandown. They've been back to the Isle of Wight for the past 5 years now... Him polishing his chrome for weeks before and spending whole nights on ebay looking for 'a fuse'.There's a full day and nights' travel ahead. She's on page 39.
She dreamed about images of Americana regularly. To envisage a pair of 501's astride some 1950's Harley gave her - well, something. He didn't know. It was his just payback for ignoring her. And she
had developed her imagination to such a point that he was no more than prosthetic. The only person she had ever shared her fantasies with was Jenie. That was why they went back to the Isle of Wight every year. The men believed it was about some kind of cameraderie. But it wasn't. It was about Jenie and Debs.
Debs was American. From Connecticut. Previously of Brooklyn. To Jenie, Debs was the gatekeeper to all her fantasies. Exotic beyond Jenie's wildest dreams. She fired her imagination in a way that no man had ever been able to. Debs had no idea, thinking herself to be the most prosaic of 'little ladies' (she'd grown up in Louisianna before moving north) on a regular vacation with 'her Bob'. They'd moved there for the 'neighbourhood', Connecticut, that is, and had said as much to the reporters. Just a neighbours assessment. Local colour or scene setting in journalistic terms. What they do to justify their expenses when no news is happening... Debs was a teaching assistant and dinner lady - 'lunch lady' - she would correct Jenie as they talked....
The fact that Debs had always assumed 'Jenie' to be a name of french origin (and maybe that France was a state in European england - for such musings were not beneath her) had never been corrected by Jenie or Bob or any of their other scooter pals. Mods - you could assume. The humour of this situation was not lost however and as Debs grew more confident with each passing year, she would pronounce 'Jenie' with a growing swish of classic french accent. No-one who knew had the temerity to tell Debs that 'jenie' should have been Jennie - or even Jenny - but for an uncorrected mistake on the birth certificate as filled in, un-usually, by her father. Fortunately, only Jenie knew. She kept it to herself, so there was no growing concensus of hilarity to be avoided and besides, Jenie actually thought it made Debs seem even more exotic...
of a low winter sun and the obviated need to hide from such stark glaring
fact. Belinda harkened to her lovers' hushing tones and stayed parrallel with
him in movement and conversation: there was no question of gun law restrictions
in the state of-
"Grimsby" she thought he'd said. The scooter slowed and he shouted something else less audible from behind his helmet. She had figured out she could just about read large print books on the b roads they had to stick to...
The mid-west, dust bowl, far from the Connecticut killings,
farmland. The buffallo still roam - and God that thing looks so sexy tucked into his pants
she might have thought in celluloid dreamings.
She conflated bits of news with whatever was her current pulp buzz of romance, chaps and corsets - she'd discovered the imagination recently and mainly because of the inordinate boredom of pillion riding at low speed. Then there were the mechanical breaks... (over heating stops).
Why had she married him? Not a question to ask.
Today, it's the Lamberetta owners' club and a stop off for cream teas in Sandown. They've been back to the Isle of Wight for the past 5 years now... Him polishing his chrome for weeks before and spending whole nights on ebay looking for 'a fuse'.There's a full day and nights' travel ahead. She's on page 39.
She dreamed about images of Americana regularly. To envisage a pair of 501's astride some 1950's Harley gave her - well, something. He didn't know. It was his just payback for ignoring her. And she
had developed her imagination to such a point that he was no more than prosthetic. The only person she had ever shared her fantasies with was Jenie. That was why they went back to the Isle of Wight every year. The men believed it was about some kind of cameraderie. But it wasn't. It was about Jenie and Debs.
Debs was American. From Connecticut. Previously of Brooklyn. To Jenie, Debs was the gatekeeper to all her fantasies. Exotic beyond Jenie's wildest dreams. She fired her imagination in a way that no man had ever been able to. Debs had no idea, thinking herself to be the most prosaic of 'little ladies' (she'd grown up in Louisianna before moving north) on a regular vacation with 'her Bob'. They'd moved there for the 'neighbourhood', Connecticut, that is, and had said as much to the reporters. Just a neighbours assessment. Local colour or scene setting in journalistic terms. What they do to justify their expenses when no news is happening... Debs was a teaching assistant and dinner lady - 'lunch lady' - she would correct Jenie as they talked....
The fact that Debs had always assumed 'Jenie' to be a name of french origin (and maybe that France was a state in European england - for such musings were not beneath her) had never been corrected by Jenie or Bob or any of their other scooter pals. Mods - you could assume. The humour of this situation was not lost however and as Debs grew more confident with each passing year, she would pronounce 'Jenie' with a growing swish of classic french accent. No-one who knew had the temerity to tell Debs that 'jenie' should have been Jennie - or even Jenny - but for an uncorrected mistake on the birth certificate as filled in, un-usually, by her father. Fortunately, only Jenie knew. She kept it to herself, so there was no growing concensus of hilarity to be avoided and besides, Jenie actually thought it made Debs seem even more exotic...
incantate
The secrets are in language
They haven't got a tune
There's something in the rhythm..
There's someone in the room
They haven't got a tune
There's something in the rhythm..
There's someone in the room
Zambian Roses
Zambian roses
Who wants a Zambian Rose?
When they can have some privet and holly?
Or a nice sprig of Hazel..
Catkins from blighty
And an Alder Carr wreath with dogwood and ivy..
Who needs a zambian rose from Tesco fresh off
The freight plane and £4.99?
About 39 million housewives on 1st 2nd and 3rd marriages...
And they're happy.
Whatever happened to 'hard to get'
and homegrown?
Is it: 'nappies'?
Who wants a Zambian Rose?
When they can have some privet and holly?
Or a nice sprig of Hazel..
Catkins from blighty
And an Alder Carr wreath with dogwood and ivy..
Who needs a zambian rose from Tesco fresh off
The freight plane and £4.99?
About 39 million housewives on 1st 2nd and 3rd marriages...
And they're happy.
Whatever happened to 'hard to get'
and homegrown?
Is it: 'nappies'?
December 09, 2012
me bin, me din. (love to the boy)
do not throw me
in the bin
do not throw me
gunger din
read private eye in stead
maupin army
gunger
rife
do not throw me
I am trying to make you laugh because I love you
remember that
and that I wasnt teasing for the last two years at least
parenting is done alone
no advice no 'phone
alone alone alone FATHERRRRRR!
alew ew ew ew ewn
fatherrrrrrrrrr
gnugh!
meh
ew
HUN!
x
JOB DONE!
in the bin
do not throw me
gunger din
read private eye in stead
maupin army
gunger
rife
do not throw me
I am trying to make you laugh because I love you
remember that
and that I wasnt teasing for the last two years at least
parenting is done alone
no advice no 'phone
alone alone alone FATHERRRRRR!
alew ew ew ew ewn
fatherrrrrrrrrr
gnugh!
meh
ew
HUN!
x
JOB DONE!
flooked up
its helpful to noone and dignifies not
if dignification is covered in snot
is it?
no. der
i cant help it if you keep shouting at me can you?
who do i answer? not us. neither them nor we.
mother
der
by shire, it's black peaks, are, whilst foreboding
Fucking ugly.
and dont give me your peaks - or YOUR FUCKING TROFFS
whats wrong with people? sometimes... king hell.
Three peaks and Fu King Troff ta
and over easy on the egg for young.. (breaks off)
"egg for young who?"
yep. three of 'em...
fancy a dip sexy?
end of men u
if dignification is covered in snot
is it?
no. der
i cant help it if you keep shouting at me can you?
who do i answer? not us. neither them nor we.
mother
der
by shire, it's black peaks, are, whilst foreboding
Fucking ugly.
and dont give me your peaks - or YOUR FUCKING TROFFS
whats wrong with people? sometimes... king hell.
Three peaks and Fu King Troff ta
and over easy on the egg for young.. (breaks off)
"egg for young who?"
yep. three of 'em...
fancy a dip sexy?
end of men u
hermeneutics
Lately, I have learned about: psychopaths, websites, locations of remains, language and relationships.
Let's shop together.....
Let's shop together.....
November 21, 2012
SHITE
run off these words
you wont
and if change happens, who?
am i talking to you?
there will be no chalk line..
what will they when interested make of this?
and how often but never?
exactly
and that, in conversation
conversely
concludingly
contre temps
endingly
over -
who was it that was you?
before i was talking to it?
and are you either or?
sound like some ple of shit french
bruv
you wont
and if change happens, who?
am i talking to you?
there will be no chalk line..
what will they when interested make of this?
and how often but never?
exactly
and that, in conversation
conversely
concludingly
contre temps
endingly
over -
who was it that was you?
before i was talking to it?
and are you either or?
sound like some ple of shit french
bruv
c fu tur
when i was a kid i was a great fan of seeing into the future so when I found alcohol and drugs i thought id made it
but i hadnt
this is the future
but i hadnt
this is the future
There is a lack of some co-herent story here: B
butcher
mechanic
gardener
thinker
tinker
blinker(ed)
mask maker
heart breaker
spirit taker
vestibule
ergo sum.
mechanic
gardener
thinker
tinker
blinker(ed)
mask maker
heart breaker
spirit taker
vestibule
ergo sum.
framing school re note:
maybe blue eyes..
rely on in-accuracy
speed of thought too slow
How could I have known?
He was - maybe a she
I -
there is a boundary to my in-accuracy
I believe I am in the frame
of truth
if not
the front page of noteworthiness
take it from me
please, take it from me.
(alternative and extra - guy - bad ending)
no?
ok.
as we were.
atoryori
rely on in-accuracy
speed of thought too slow
How could I have known?
He was - maybe a she
I -
there is a boundary to my in-accuracy
I believe I am in the frame
of truth
if not
the front page of noteworthiness
take it from me
please, take it from me.
(alternative and extra - guy - bad ending)
no?
ok.
as we were.
atoryori
November 15, 2012
Mixed Muffle Tours
This afterword hasp of mis-anthropic venison
Was made cumbersomely in extremis.
De-caffeinated analogues stirring in one lump or two
Ambled to clap, stuck through to you like a glue.
Am I gyratory? Would this world re-instate me?
Mandible knots, I do not think that to be so.
However, cut, mount, mould and slipsheet
Some scheme of work - maybe room-hire
maybe disabled access and properly, inclusion
Everything crumbles by barter to the cost
of drywood and shelter from a killing sky
as it rains on the skillet of friendship
Lost loins and bygones - let this be our alley
One day.
November 07, 2012
framing school notes
Accompanying notes for framing course:
1. directions
2.information and terms and conditions
pricelist and services
3. course notes
4. invoices
5 course prospectus
2. Information and Terms and Conditions
1. directions
2.information and terms and conditions
pricelist and services
3. course notes
4. invoices
5 course prospectus
2. Information and Terms and Conditions
- Deposit: A deposit of £50 is required on booking, however if booking is made within 21 days of the course beginning, the full amount is required.
- The outstanding balance will become payable not later than 21 days prior to course commencement
- Costs per course include light refreshments and lunch.
- courses commence at 9.30 and end at 4.15
- Basic materials are included. We do reserve the right to make charges for materials over and above the initial allocation.
- Students will receive full course notes
- A maximum of four students will be admitted to the workshop at any one time.
- The aim of this course is to provide artists and other professionals with a need to either partially or fully perform their own framing to conservation standards or better understand the process of framing.
- There is no certificate on completion of this course. The course aims to meet the bespoke needs of its students. If it is the intention of students to sit a particular exam - for example The Guild Commended Framer Commendation (GCF) - please let us know well in advance in order that training can be specifically tailored.
- A comprehensive range of tools are provided and there is no need to bring anything unless you wish to. The only exception applies to mount decoration, for which you should bring your own lining pen (labelled with your name).
- Location. Courses are held at our workshop in Ringland and full directions will be provided when booking is confirmed.
- Accommodation. It may be possible to arrange self catering accommodation on site if required - please enquire for further details.
If you have any questions or require more information please telephone Liam Murphy on 07882 934100
October 18, 2012
The Book:
Having been snorting candifloss
and taking toffee apples by eye-droppings
This was all he had left to say:
It's not ticking
like a schmuck
no toc and no tuc
you might say:
Everyday Elvis:
"He's my everyday elvis
from down boroughbridge
He worked in a chip shop
and lived in a fridge
I didn't like to look at him
until I'd had supper
You need a full belly on
Tallahassie Ridge"
So let the chips fly high
let the chips fly low
Let the daddies and the
Pickles, all in a row -
Stop all the clocks
and read from the book:
" Hey Elvis!
your chocolate village -
it's fucked"
and taking toffee apples by eye-droppings
This was all he had left to say:
It's not ticking
like a schmuck
no toc and no tuc
you might say:
Everyday Elvis:
"He's my everyday elvis
from down boroughbridge
He worked in a chip shop
and lived in a fridge
I didn't like to look at him
until I'd had supper
You need a full belly on
Tallahassie Ridge"
So let the chips fly high
let the chips fly low
Let the daddies and the
Pickles, all in a row -
Stop all the clocks
and read from the book:
" Hey Elvis!
your chocolate village -
it's fucked"
October 15, 2012
October 07, 2012
Alicia or the next
the skates on the park and the disappearence of your name,
they spell Malice. A-rythmic tic a-rythmic toc, leprosy within
the cot; I will think of this, if you will not...
Indescipherable, i would take a knife for you - able
and if you needed me to I would end my life for you, Alice.
they spell Malice. A-rythmic tic a-rythmic toc, leprosy within
the cot; I will think of this, if you will not...
Indescipherable, i would take a knife for you - able
and if you needed me to I would end my life for you, Alice.
September 26, 2012
Spiritual Home (Up Around The Bend)
A sort of homecoming
of a home that never went away:
Its a coming home
we heard today...
To a street near you
Here's a 'quickword' to the reel:
I hurt a self today to see if it could feel
and you could have it all
I will let you down, I will make you hurt
If I could start again a million miles away
I would find a way
down the M11 and round the M25 -
to Potter's Bar and South Mimms Service Station
Starbuck's Coffee, Condemn Nation
And you can have it all
My trill and unctious friend
You can have it all - in the end.
'Johnny' and 'Cash'
Our Ronny's Moustache...
The Tally Ho Club.
Haille Sellasie from Tallahasie
Bad form on the Mormon from Sussex.
Easy go and easy come
(shove a carrot up yer bum)
of a home that never went away:
Its a coming home
we heard today...
To a street near you
Here's a 'quickword' to the reel:
I hurt a self today to see if it could feel
and you could have it all
I will let you down, I will make you hurt
If I could start again a million miles away
I would find a way
down the M11 and round the M25 -
to Potter's Bar and South Mimms Service Station
Starbuck's Coffee, Condemn Nation
And you can have it all
My trill and unctious friend
You can have it all - in the end.
'Johnny' and 'Cash'
Our Ronny's Moustache...
The Tally Ho Club.
Haille Sellasie from Tallahasie
Bad form on the Mormon from Sussex.
Easy go and easy come
(shove a carrot up yer bum)
September 06, 2012
The Scar Bangled Van Spammer
this fiery shameless faery fire flaw thought she fell forwards-
pulled pentangles on the peeling pageviews portside down portable down town pimps
and pondered: "what's all this 'Mullion Cove.co.uk' mullarkey? is this cornwall.com? - am I only dreaming or is this burning an eternal flame?"
(She closes her eyes, gives him her hand
He says her name, sunshine through the rain...)
Oh life - you don't owe me - but come and ease the pain
then I will rock your gypsy soul
just like we did back in the days of old
and we will sail into the mystic....
pulled pentangles on the peeling pageviews portside down portable down town pimps
and pondered: "what's all this 'Mullion Cove.co.uk' mullarkey? is this cornwall.com? - am I only dreaming or is this burning an eternal flame?"
(She closes her eyes, gives him her hand
He says her name, sunshine through the rain...)
Oh life - you don't owe me - but come and ease the pain
then I will rock your gypsy soul
just like we did back in the days of old
and we will sail into the mystic....
Freeafrag 16 Kores Mattios
bloom plentiful starvation
philippic misuse illusion hockey mesh
reddish malleable gift
miscellaneous
ephemeral
tease wisely substitute
philippic misuse illusion hockey mesh
reddish malleable gift
miscellaneous
ephemeral
tease wisely substitute
July 31, 2012
thriplets (feint plop)
anorak curation bellyflop
short curved electricals
how many sees?
oily dishrag heel
belt driven tuxedo?
gold medal winner
yoga mash lesson
discoloured tent blogs
who feint plop
blunt interest pick
hole dog monks
i thank you
resting is easy
and should be
hen courage ed.
42 inch plasma
three d specs
olympic swimmers hands
beach volley ball
yoga mash lesson
discoloured tent blogs
who feint plop
blunt interest pick
hole dog monks
i thank you
resting is easy
and should be
hen courage ed.
42 inch plasma
three d specs
olympic swimmers hands
beach volley ball
research
Deviantipostularistiamistialisation
Umbiliculasturtianars
Uniballikineticisticfibrosticant
Pallindormancoencallophatianticality
July 17, 2012
How To Do Away With Banks All Together
Strikes me...
You take a look at the value of honest internet traded 'feedback' on the likes of Amazon and ebay and it becomes clear that 'honest john' - the man in the street - is indeed honest and that he/she is quite capable of managing money and transactions in a trustworthy and organised fashion alone...
It's fair to say that companies like Ebay and Amazon and the myriad others are becoming dinosaurs in their own right - and are not really banks either - but equally, we task them to manage our money by way of transactions, to an extent that we probably do not entrust to our banks currently...
So maybe banks have had their day.
Let's move on...
I'll leave space for someone else to sort the way forward - but suffice me to say:
"Banking is over"
The End...
Bank Of PayPal
Strapline:
"Regulate Us Now And Stay That Way Or You'll Be Fucked All Over Again"
of banking.
You take a look at the value of honest internet traded 'feedback' on the likes of Amazon and ebay and it becomes clear that 'honest john' - the man in the street - is indeed honest and that he/she is quite capable of managing money and transactions in a trustworthy and organised fashion alone...
It's fair to say that companies like Ebay and Amazon and the myriad others are becoming dinosaurs in their own right - and are not really banks either - but equally, we task them to manage our money by way of transactions, to an extent that we probably do not entrust to our banks currently...
So maybe banks have had their day.
Let's move on...
I'll leave space for someone else to sort the way forward - but suffice me to say:
"Banking is over"
The End...
Bank Of PayPal
Strapline:
"Regulate Us Now And Stay That Way Or You'll Be Fucked All Over Again"
of banking.
July 05, 2012
the fascile rhyme of the shaming tramp went by me after the private view in public....
right (conversational) I have forgotten every important thing in the getting to say so all left is ankles and a desire lost to get on in words and pictures. Full. Stop. - a stage direction: That man is dangerous?
Nothing was working so Terry talked to the TV.
Acle Straight Umpta
Be Linda - Be Terry - Be Frost Named - bestow..
job done and hello to terrible Dot/
Nothing was working so Terry talked to the TV.
Acle Straight Umpta
Be Linda - Be Terry - Be Frost Named - bestow..
job done and hello to terrible Dot/
June 29, 2012
Jaunt
Ho Hum fiddle, oh my oh well well well, I say and gosh and O! jauntily, happily gaily we ha! LOL and LMFAO:-) and ;-)) and so and on we go and hee and haa poo na na and widdle and fiddle an BO! Jaunty jaunty jaunty jaunty jaunty dead.
Quotation
"Cowards will, it seems, always use instruments and people to wield the power they lack personally against enemies they create in the image of their own cowardice"
- John Noakes, Blue Peter, 1976.
- John Noakes, Blue Peter, 1976.
June 28, 2012
Facility Expectations
Rubber Souls - NOT Black
All toilet facilities including urinals and wash basins should be cleaned twice daily and inspected on each hour.
All currency will be traded at 3.5% interest among those banks subscribing to this agreement.
Nothing is a sign unless it is interpreted as a sign.
All aphorisms and maxims are crap
No petting.
No Dive-bombing.
Love Notifications will be left at the door and returned to users on presentation of a valid repro certification.
No wildlife.
All toilet facilities including urinals and wash basins should be cleaned twice daily and inspected on each hour.
All currency will be traded at 3.5% interest among those banks subscribing to this agreement.
Nothing is a sign unless it is interpreted as a sign.
All aphorisms and maxims are crap
No petting.
No Dive-bombing.
Love Notifications will be left at the door and returned to users on presentation of a valid repro certification.
No wildlife.
June 04, 2012
Transcribe: (Shave god - the queen did)
1. 'child benefit' in the style of a variety of packaging designs.,..
2. Aggregated surfaces of mixed materials held together with a binding or constructed and then abraded to an integrated surface: ( resins? Stephen Buckley etc)
3. Using text in combination with above and the court file... Making a surface of spines. Loving the language suggested by juxtaposition s and unlikely constructions...
4. File-Birds a la Miro - etc.
5. Taking on the This Slices Of City idea - To develop a formal photograph equating to the barcode - a stretched urban archaeology with annotations, share price etc... maybe a bit of History if we have to! (Adam?)
2. Aggregated surfaces of mixed materials held together with a binding or constructed and then abraded to an integrated surface: ( resins? Stephen Buckley etc)
3. Using text in combination with above and the court file... Making a surface of spines. Loving the language suggested by juxtaposition s and unlikely constructions...
4. File-Birds a la Miro - etc.
5. Taking on the This Slices Of City idea - To develop a formal photograph equating to the barcode - a stretched urban archaeology with annotations, share price etc... maybe a bit of History if we have to! (Adam?)
did you?
having practised this language thing for a while would you not be understanding of the aversion to speak and the knowledge of what needs to be said coming together like old bedmates just sparring...
The Cider Bench
can I tell to you the beauty of a thing being easy?
not if you know and feel that it isn't
can I tell you the beauty of our two things being the same as we speak and different?
not if you have any respect for a deserving smack in the gob.
And when you don't I get away with murder
In words alone and you
Have lost me.
not if you know and feel that it isn't
can I tell you the beauty of our two things being the same as we speak and different?
not if you have any respect for a deserving smack in the gob.
And when you don't I get away with murder
In words alone and you
Have lost me.
black on white
all this fecking language and be driven to it
write a dictionary for the life-truth thing - mah jong
makes me want to sing.
write a dictionary for the life-truth thing - mah jong
makes me want to sing.
God Shave The Queen
this anglian antedeluvian drivel:
the plaintiff: hypertextual (goes on walks) MC in a
(insert car) - car
It's still fresh from a safe dance with a turn on
by somebody's mother regarding a summers' day and england
"I mean, I'm telling you as plain as a candid letter"
Is not half understanding better than a lack of explanation or is it too quick?
Think
and be halved.
You can't fathom randomness any more than you can tell what warrants attention
But did you ever take a listening risk - or worse - trump it with a word?
not for pric(z)es - or socialisation
or, ever, base, money
Hedge Funding planters with garden mirror obelisks by
Bramley The Swede
He's aur man.
Prizes pleased. Pleasure be parted, fickle black hearted
knowledge imparted bespectacled youth just farted.
Be Silent..
the plaintiff: hypertextual (goes on walks) MC in a
(insert car) - car
It's still fresh from a safe dance with a turn on
by somebody's mother regarding a summers' day and england
"I mean, I'm telling you as plain as a candid letter"
Is not half understanding better than a lack of explanation or is it too quick?
Think
and be halved.
You can't fathom randomness any more than you can tell what warrants attention
But did you ever take a listening risk - or worse - trump it with a word?
not for pric(z)es - or socialisation
or, ever, base, money
Hedge Funding planters with garden mirror obelisks by
Bramley The Swede
He's aur man.
Prizes pleased. Pleasure be parted, fickle black hearted
knowledge imparted bespectacled youth just farted.
Be Silent..
June 03, 2012
Breakfast Re-engineered 2
The air is air.
Waves Dissonant
'Where The Wild Things Are'.
Children are the only sane audience
The cat twitches with un-love
The royal barge - bless it.
Tin Tin drawing sells for a million
The lonely sane audience dance on air and invisible water music
all saucery
The fridge is silent: I want to shout: What is a compact?
But don't
Still, the question arises.
Angry dismissive and rhetorical without any centre or agenda
Anglo irish banking caused crisis
Some divisions are necessary...
Everybody step to the left, we just want to make the world right...
kerching kerching
bah bling ba bling
"You really killed it tonight".
Waves Dissonant
'Where The Wild Things Are'.
Children are the only sane audience
The cat twitches with un-love
The royal barge - bless it.
Tin Tin drawing sells for a million
The lonely sane audience dance on air and invisible water music
all saucery
The fridge is silent: I want to shout: What is a compact?
But don't
Still, the question arises.
Angry dismissive and rhetorical without any centre or agenda
Anglo irish banking caused crisis
Some divisions are necessary...
Everybody step to the left, we just want to make the world right...
kerching kerching
bah bling ba bling
"You really killed it tonight".
May 30, 2012
sci fi by by
1.
Hermeneutics - that's always a good word...
I had a friend when I was younger whose favourite word was 'receipt'.
Why am I telling you this?
I needed someone to talk to. I am going to write everything down.
That's what they told me to do after they took my legs away and put me in this room with only a computer for company. No internet connection....
It's got to be part: 'worlds weirdest social experiment' and part: 'worlds weirdest kidnap and ransome deal'... it is definitely weird.
And not a little bit cruel - but I wont dwell too much on that - this needs to be a seller - you might say my life depends on it....
So, thankfully, being removed from your place of work by a man masquerading as a delivery driver and brought blind-folded and drugged to an un-known location and then having your legs (surgically and professionally) amputated before being strapped to a comode inside a plastic cube with only a computer and keyboard for company and told to: "write us a best-seller - you have 3 months", does tend to fire the imagination - especially when they add: "or you die"...
It's like Scheherezade for the 22nd century. The psyches they are using were spot on in their assessment of me - it took exactly three weeks (computer counts the days) for me to decide that writing was preferable to death with or without legs. But only just. So I've had eight weeks to come up with the goods... Can you imagine? Would you go for invented fiction or reality with speculation on the likely outcomes and motives? Well, I've been trying to re-write every idea I've ever had, begun or fathomed for a book in the last 5 weeks... They just zap it when it turns to shite. Depressingly, their judgement is as good as mine and usually arrives close to or at the very moment I realise I'm lost and the story is long gone too - as far gone as my legs. Only the right one itches though....
My record was 24,562 words. That was the first attempt. I guess (because it was also the worst) that there is some informed plan to reduce a human being (which I, broadly, am) to his or her most en-feebled and in-human state, since they let me go on for a week... I can't edit either. There really is no going back. Ever. Or so it seems...
Word Count 24.576.
(pause)
There is just a word count - or there was..
I don't know whether I've got a calendar month left or a bit more, but it's not long to write something that people -YOU - will be held by.
But now, I don't give a fuck anymore - and they know that too. I've been everywhere.
So what happened next? Well excuse me if I don't just put the kettle on and light a cigar while you fuckers fawn and beg for more.....
2.
As I said, Hermeneutics:
It is an interesting word for two reasons:
1. It is a word I have often used and repeated under my own breath, to myself - as if it were a surrogate for any other word, which I might have been incapable of bringing to mind when needed.
2. I got my first - let's call it a - 'communication', 'though I guess it was some form of reward, seconds after I wrote the sentence containing it. This is what it said:
"The Greek view of language as consisting of signs that could lead to truth or falsehood is the very essence of Hermes, who is said to relish the uneasiness of the recipients."
Do they know me?
A few weeks ago, I was a Librarian with a slight drink problem (fixed) and a recent divorce (ongoing) a salary and legs.
This is the story so far...
(pause)
I guess that Hermes is significant....
as are the continuation marks.
I also guess that there will come a time when the cessation of this story mid-sentence will be the end of the story and of the writer, which could be quite unique in literature...
So, the story - the story will have to begin in the library - or at least with me - with what I can fathom from what I know, which has never lead me to believe that I had a story to tell - let alone one so remarkably good that it would serve the twin goals of saving my life and becoming that sought after entitlement and film rights achiever known as a 'best seller' - beginning in a library...
Oh God, I count the dots.
I want to scratch.
I can only type -
and pray that however dull, sanctimonious, self-pitying, turgid (wrong) base, boring and flat my writing becomes - that they will let me end it on my own terms and that a library - that my library - can be made, well, WHAT DO YOU NEED?
I am Hermes.
And by that, I don't mean I'm a CEO, majority shareholder or mountain biking celebrity - I mean that I AM HERMES.
Read on?
3.
Hermeneutics - that's always a good word...
I had a friend when I was younger whose favourite word was 'receipt'.
Why am I telling you this?
I needed someone to talk to. I am going to write everything down.
That's what they told me to do after they took my legs away and put me in this room with only a computer for company. No internet connection....
It's got to be part: 'worlds weirdest social experiment' and part: 'worlds weirdest kidnap and ransome deal'... it is definitely weird.
And not a little bit cruel - but I wont dwell too much on that - this needs to be a seller - you might say my life depends on it....
So, thankfully, being removed from your place of work by a man masquerading as a delivery driver and brought blind-folded and drugged to an un-known location and then having your legs (surgically and professionally) amputated before being strapped to a comode inside a plastic cube with only a computer and keyboard for company and told to: "write us a best-seller - you have 3 months", does tend to fire the imagination - especially when they add: "or you die"...
It's like Scheherezade for the 22nd century. The psyches they are using were spot on in their assessment of me - it took exactly three weeks (computer counts the days) for me to decide that writing was preferable to death with or without legs. But only just. So I've had eight weeks to come up with the goods... Can you imagine? Would you go for invented fiction or reality with speculation on the likely outcomes and motives? Well, I've been trying to re-write every idea I've ever had, begun or fathomed for a book in the last 5 weeks... They just zap it when it turns to shite. Depressingly, their judgement is as good as mine and usually arrives close to or at the very moment I realise I'm lost and the story is long gone too - as far gone as my legs. Only the right one itches though....
My record was 24,562 words. That was the first attempt. I guess (because it was also the worst) that there is some informed plan to reduce a human being (which I, broadly, am) to his or her most en-feebled and in-human state, since they let me go on for a week... I can't edit either. There really is no going back. Ever. Or so it seems...
Word Count 24.576.
(pause)
There is just a word count - or there was..
I don't know whether I've got a calendar month left or a bit more, but it's not long to write something that people -YOU - will be held by.
But now, I don't give a fuck anymore - and they know that too. I've been everywhere.
So what happened next? Well excuse me if I don't just put the kettle on and light a cigar while you fuckers fawn and beg for more.....
2.
As I said, Hermeneutics:
It is an interesting word for two reasons:
1. It is a word I have often used and repeated under my own breath, to myself - as if it were a surrogate for any other word, which I might have been incapable of bringing to mind when needed.
2. I got my first - let's call it a - 'communication', 'though I guess it was some form of reward, seconds after I wrote the sentence containing it. This is what it said:
"The Greek view of language as consisting of signs that could lead to truth or falsehood is the very essence of Hermes, who is said to relish the uneasiness of the recipients."
Do they know me?
A few weeks ago, I was a Librarian with a slight drink problem (fixed) and a recent divorce (ongoing) a salary and legs.
This is the story so far...
(pause)
I guess that Hermes is significant....
as are the continuation marks.
I also guess that there will come a time when the cessation of this story mid-sentence will be the end of the story and of the writer, which could be quite unique in literature...
So, the story - the story will have to begin in the library - or at least with me - with what I can fathom from what I know, which has never lead me to believe that I had a story to tell - let alone one so remarkably good that it would serve the twin goals of saving my life and becoming that sought after entitlement and film rights achiever known as a 'best seller' - beginning in a library...
Oh God, I count the dots.
I want to scratch.
I can only type -
and pray that however dull, sanctimonious, self-pitying, turgid (wrong) base, boring and flat my writing becomes - that they will let me end it on my own terms and that a library - that my library - can be made, well, WHAT DO YOU NEED?
I am Hermes.
And by that, I don't mean I'm a CEO, majority shareholder or mountain biking celebrity - I mean that I AM HERMES.
Read on?
3.
May 28, 2012
May 09, 2012
... feeling the rush of age and infirmity, I am resolved to write a one thousand word urban flash fiction fantasy AT THE SAME TIME as a short play which I have already begun to pen with my daughter in which she plays a reality TV contestant who stands accused of eating a dwarf and bombing the olympic village, arousing this opening line of dialogue: "you dorty, dorty, dwarf-eating, olympics-bombing bastard!" (said in a very broad Geordie accent).
April 15, 2012
April 14, 2012
just a kid out of the window
you're out of my window you erstwhile kid
you are bouncing that ball and shouting
like you always do
I see you on days when I'm home feeling liverish
and I see you live and you are bigger
but still the same
and Joan and the other old lady on that doorstep
that keeps them alive with chatter and gossip
see you too
It looks like you will all be there forever and
as if you always were to use an old sentiment -
things change slow
slow enough for most of us to miss the moment
of - not when they went - but when they started to go...
you are bouncing that ball and shouting
like you always do
I see you on days when I'm home feeling liverish
and I see you live and you are bigger
but still the same
and Joan and the other old lady on that doorstep
that keeps them alive with chatter and gossip
see you too
It looks like you will all be there forever and
as if you always were to use an old sentiment -
things change slow
slow enough for most of us to miss the moment
of - not when they went - but when they started to go...
March 03, 2012
hells beans canyon
To end with: Falling bingomaster breaks out.
Don't start to ask - you've got to find a way -
Say what you want to say - Spot if eye...
Lose both parents in the wink
As sending instant messages
and chopping wood for next winter,
make provision and you
Just fuck everything up.
Don't start to ask - you've got to find a way -
Say what you want to say - Spot if eye...
Lose both parents in the wink
As sending instant messages
and chopping wood for next winter,
make provision and you
Just fuck everything up.
January 31, 2012
Arthur Conan's Soil - Olive.
As Ian Macmillan said:
"Gerry Rafferty had already said it"
In Baker St.
Arthur Doyle no doubt had thoughts..
Ian went on to say: "..it just gets into your soul and stays there - forever"
Today's revelation has been that I hate harpsichords.
It's about time Radio 3 woke up to them and stopped it all to gether.
The garden is a triumph.
Glad I stopped drinking
But the writer of Baker St didn't
Would I trade an unknown songwriter for a song?
Gerry sounded like a nice bloke.
Don't think he ever did anything in an olive grove
nee-aw nee aw nyaw nyyaaawwww..
nyaaaww nyaw nyaw na na neeyyaww.....
clean the house, mess up the shelves....
There is a German word for ear-worm,
love in times of no money
and money in times of no love. etc.
Swim now. With my ticker ticking.
No more song-writing til I'm 64.
Stafford was grey.
Thankyou Gerry (pronounced Ger - EH)
"Gerry Rafferty had already said it"
In Baker St.
Arthur Doyle no doubt had thoughts..
Ian went on to say: "..it just gets into your soul and stays there - forever"
Today's revelation has been that I hate harpsichords.
It's about time Radio 3 woke up to them and stopped it all to gether.
The garden is a triumph.
Glad I stopped drinking
But the writer of Baker St didn't
Would I trade an unknown songwriter for a song?
Gerry sounded like a nice bloke.
Don't think he ever did anything in an olive grove
nee-aw nee aw nyaw nyyaaawwww..
nyaaaww nyaw nyaw na na neeyyaww.....
clean the house, mess up the shelves....
There is a German word for ear-worm,
love in times of no money
and money in times of no love. etc.
Swim now. With my ticker ticking.
No more song-writing til I'm 64.
Stafford was grey.
Thankyou Gerry (pronounced Ger - EH)
January 26, 2012
January 18, 2012
The Homeless Apostraphe
I'm not a nine. I'm a grammatical contraction
or a possessive clause character and W, W W...,
THOSE people have left me out in the cold.
Now, they are for sharpening blades only.
No more shall books be read, and I, for that matter,
hereby obliterate myself from the language.
Damn you all. Belonging is over. I am done.
Ends'.
or a possessive clause character and W, W W...,
THOSE people have left me out in the cold.
Now, they are for sharpening blades only.
No more shall books be read, and I, for that matter,
hereby obliterate myself from the language.
Damn you all. Belonging is over. I am done.
Ends'.
January 16, 2012
stand up starter
Hello
I was thinking about, like, what sort of stuff I could talk about
tonight and erm, y know, sometimes its best to suss an audience out –
but I’ve got to be honest – what I really want to sort of… er ah – NOW –
what I know I could say now – I mean, like, the WORD I might use at this
point is – (grimace) ‘UNPACK’. But I know if I use the word ‘unpack’ – y
know – seriously – that it wouldn’t then be possible for me to claim to
be doing comedy – of any description – I’d have to be doing ‘politics’
or ‘counselling’ – and straight… and what I do is COMEDY (pause for comic
effect). … I have to tell you – insome kind of spirit of truth to
materials or something – that I do work – quite strictly – to a script –
and I know that I have these little directions I write in and I remember
the first time I ever sat down to write ‘comedy’ I wrote the words, in
brackets “Pause For Comic Effect’.. (pause for comic effect..) and er,
well… yeah, you know what I’m saying….. but er ad lib blah
That’s not what I’m saying. What I was what I want WHAT I AM SAYING –
because I also want you to know that I am nothing if not a comedian with
a serious message…. Or a serious man with a comic message – and I wrote
‘pause for comic effect’ there as well – do you want to know how many
times I wrote ‘pause for comic effect’ in the first draft of this
script…. (pause…) . no. What I want to talk about in big Red – or
actually, probably pink letters – is HOMOSEXUALITY.
(pause) ok - nothing controversial there - hardly Lenny Bruce is it...?
I got into trouble with the kids – as I often do – the other day – for
what they informed me was a particularly glaring piece of non-pc speak
when I made a comment about a friend of my sons – and he was being –
shall we say – a little over emotional or maybe histrionic – and I said
– in a sort ‘down with the kids way’ – something like er I dunno, “he’s
really Gay”. .. meaning it – o I don’t know – just meaning whatever they
mean when they say ; ‘tahts gay or youre gay or uuuggghhh so gay..” and
my daughter, who’s 15 goes: “some of my best friends are gay – ALAN’S
GAY!!”.
Now. I don’t know Alan. I’d never heard of Alan. It doesn’t really
matter.. what I want to talk to you about is either: a. How I squirmed
and wriggled my way out of the ‘gaygate’ enquiry – or b. How my
enlightened reflection on this seemingly minor contre temps led me to a
deeper understanding of my true feelings towards members of the er, male
community who, er, like bottoms and other bits of members of the rest of
the – aw fuck – male community… anyway – this was how I explained that,
in fact a gay hating middle aged lager drinking fart……
Ok so – this is me –
…no no no – all I am saying is I don’t like blokes being cissy – yeah – I don’t mind people being GAY at all – but I was using the GAY word the way I thought you lot were using it – meaning a bit crap – or cissy – but nothing against the bottom fanciers… I mean if a man is a manly man – or just, like a proper man – y know not a fusser,, not effeminate and all that – y know – then for me, he can fancy as many bottoms – I mean mens bottoms like – as he wants. I can respect him as A MAN – yeah?
NO.
So they were thinking things like you’re probably thinking now – like –
if this guy doesn’t get funny soon (pause for comic effect) he ‘s just
going to be homophobic and boring and shite. (pause)Geographica Hollywood Bowl
mallarme pants stuck on by richard
and vested their interest by Joan
who capitalised incestuously on lester
and his Vespa won the Isle Of Wight
5 times running. Congratulations
Leicester. I'll have a sari.
And mine. Is a Lemonade? Stoop.
Paint me a nibble you old chop.
And look none of it in dribbles.
Book em Catheter or face 5000
Bandits. I have been warning you.
and vested their interest by Joan
who capitalised incestuously on lester
and his Vespa won the Isle Of Wight
5 times running. Congratulations
Leicester. I'll have a sari.
And mine. Is a Lemonade? Stoop.
Paint me a nibble you old chop.
And look none of it in dribbles.
Book em Catheter or face 5000
Bandits. I have been warning you.
The ears fell off
no ceremony and no blood
just a dead body ranting
and so the ears fell off
no surprises there.
just a dead body ranting
and so the ears fell off
no surprises there.
To Be Shouted
If you think that that didn't make any sense, then wait til you've got an earful of this. Or Dont Wait,
Stop being sub-servient and take no notice. Just walk away. Say nothing. Break
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Stop being sub-servient and take no notice. Just walk away. Say nothing. Break
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"George Foreman Is A Belgian"
on how to pursuade the people against:
"come and get your ultrasound fridge-magnet foetuses"
"Only a dollar a dab"
You don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to work out that he's a c%*t.
Not George Foreman. The Photographer and the Web designer and the 'CEO'..
only 57 between them.,
"Come and see the things doing the bothering"
Bananas sceptic tanks, ammaretto....
Come see the floaters, the museum, the big story.
..
Just come.
"come and get your ultrasound fridge-magnet foetuses"
"Only a dollar a dab"
You don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to work out that he's a c%*t.
Not George Foreman. The Photographer and the Web designer and the 'CEO'..
only 57 between them.,
"Come and see the things doing the bothering"
Bananas sceptic tanks, ammaretto....
Come see the floaters, the museum, the big story.
..
Just come.
January 01, 2012
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