At Best.

What it might be like to be getting dementia
Or strokes, or a brain haemorrhage; the smell of smoke
A loss of function, half dizzyness, half thickening of the skull

'Art's whatever you choose to frame' says the radio and you curse
the pointlessness of it all and your lack of everything before you
forgot about hope or even the shape of anticipation - of anything.

You've slowed and you know that among other truths not yet welcome
in the stack of what's to come and get played at a variety of speeds are
some which, when you really have to listen, will leave you incapable

SuperBad

Links to Irish media
She's Maladroit
Like Scharzeneger and the Terminator

People who talk a good game dont want to be left holding a baby
and there are lots of grumblings about her.

No One wants a general election including the public.
She's toast, but when will she pop out of the toaster?

Necking

Squalid whiplash oglers

Eunuch mcnonob 

You Might rake gravel because you’re a zen master or because you’re just covering your tracks

Kropotkins mutual aid

Artists bring me out in a rash

I’m sick of seeing lottery grants going to comfortable middle class people to do art. There, said it.

Common wheel

Common Trans.

Common have a go if you think you're hard enough

Stream Of Norfolk 2

In Thetford, you breathed the air around Tom Paine's
You lost the fairest damsel that ever did walk in chains
You rhyme 'harm' with 'charm' on the Abbey estate
but otherwise either pass by, or go to Sainsburies
- even Macdonalds. Fillet of fish. Even that has an historic taste.

Instead of documenting, you are the document. Fodder for illiterates
You write to Trump and even praise his independence. but it's not the same as yours.

When even George Bush says 'bigotry is emboldened', the competition for irrelevance
hots up. Fake News about the White House. The enemies are the old enemies and the new enemies are the old enemies and the old enemies are now new. Who isn't?

Tax, scorched earth, legislation by fiat. Illegal Mexicans drop by 78%

The left is complicit in dodgy dossiers... So long Marianne.

and God bless Thetford.

Stream Of Norfolk

You know these roads;

On these tracks, you have waited

Giving proper support to other lives

First there were children

And you waited for them

Sometimes women

In Letheringsett and Glandford

By the source of the Wensum:

Life's tragedies lightened in charity shops and tearooms of Georgian towns: Parkin, Norfolk Shortbread, Biscottis in the farm cafes where young parents in Lycra look like they are still children. 

You still watch with a different level of patience and interest., detached now. 

You are the son of the 3 day week and the father of Lycra.

You are rare in having poverty reward you with a soul but spare you from the disposable income which would haul you round Australia in a Humby. 

You thank someone else's God as you leave Cromer Odeon, shortlisted for Cinema of the year. 

You'd vote, if you could download the Ap. but you can't. There isn't time. 

You don't go into charity shops anymore. 

There's a rat under the shed and that's just the tip of it. 

It has rained every day this September. 

You're ready for the dark nights and you wonder: " Did we look as happy and well as this lot? They seem to have nice cars, great bodies, children, patience and wisdom. They're like a super race. What should we feel guilty about? They don't need Europe - all the world is at their feet. Mark my words." And you do - you write them down only to have your children show you how to turn auto save back on long after you'd lost everything - digitally, that is. 

You may buy a boat.

Trust Wise and Listless or List Wise and Trustless - Whatever. (With acknowledgments to Andy Fairweather Lowe)

Sovereign-identity applications lead a solitary life.
Their bodies are not touched by our minds.

The way to know just who you deal with is not to make friends anymore;
A trust-less protocol has risen.

Interoperability now replaces the old Palais
We don't meet by the Lions..

The faces of old friends pets line the walls of social media homes
As you ride a driverless bus

To hear your test results from a doctor alive or a Locum you've heard is quite nice
(Of course our faces always changed

Love was interoperable from the beginning, whatever life management platform
You might have found yourself on).

Post Title

that film was on
the last time you got shot
denzil washington unsatisfying
as pure evil.

Old men in tight jeans
rattling around in the boots of station wagons
Is that what you call them in America?
Cartels, bullshit and balls..

You know what it's like Bobby
says kuppy karetzko
"can I have a YO-Gurt'?
So daddy issues huh?

shit that we love

we love that shit

a man, a woman and drink... (AKA 3 Parties)

how we vision

we look
then we see

we don't look anymore

Finding a particular place to practice your curse cannot be done alone

Its FRIDAY!

To Woo

i wouldn't worry
you may be programmed to victory
out of suffrance your woes will prevail

and the band played waltzing matilda

many boots have been polished by Gail

----

Now, gail, the important point of the WHOLE THING
is one hell of a lasss

ssssssss nakey - but fine.

SSSSSSnakey lass - our Gail.

Met her around the kitchen table

couldn't point her out

Not rounded, so much as

Concerned.

But still, quite a wit.

49 years ago

A witch turned me into a Tory.

Bitch.

Glory

Artists of the revolution,
insist on going on at us.
The Jarrow Marches, Bitcoin,
like the fern; rhizomatous...

The spread is unbearable
Also like Marmite
(you do or you dont)
Why this harping back to

Modernism?
The thing is the thing is the thing is...
The music of revolution was crap

It's truth is marching on.

Friendship Group (Not Made In Chelsea)

I didn't think I'd ever come to Norwich
and then I did and never left
Ive been here since me kids were born
and made 7 friends

Everyone else is really nice.

Have You Quite Done?

Oh Trump.
I wrote you a letter,
Before i had to undo what I'd not done properly,
It seemed like maybe we could be friends
Now though, doing what had to be done, I realise
who my friends have been, who they are and who they can be
They're not you
Glad I never delivered it,
Y' cunt.

Something To Say

It was all anybody wanted he thought
Just to be understood and have your opinion respected
What, after all, can be wrong with that?

The day after the funeral came a letter
It made no sense to his daughter,
who was tidying up his affairs, angrily:

"We thank you for your kind submission
and are pleased to say we would very much
welcome a chance to discuss future investments"

She put the whole envelope in the bin
It wasn't as if anyone was giving money away
and the number of unpaid bills was just accursed...

undone

To risk a blog of modernity and trust the eligibility in your eyes
there would be nothing i would not do
In this gasp, you're moving on and making all the past agree
in words, there will be no discrepancy; that was your life.

Pissy Go Home

It's no use pretending.
I hate people who take on 'influences'
- Like it were a good thing!
We can't all hate the same shit
Go get your own fiduciary encryption maggots
and leave me alone.

After you've finished de-centralising your entire back end
I'll have your balls on a plate -
You societal crypto-trojans
Don't give me your colds and hungries...
I'll e-piss on em

On Time

Tiring to not dream
Or fire the heart
With mistaken lusts
And lists made from
Dreaming so well,
There was never time
To fulfill desire
In the flesh.
Always worth the while
In trying thoughts.

Keep Mum

all our constipated sons
have brought some flowers to their mums
if all their pain was felt by those who can
make deposits in the cold and damp
remembering those bombs are not away
they stay like clay
no stucco on the walls
of porcelain.

jeezwords
ermine
no chores

77 Stotfield Road

we want this
we don't want to pay for it
we don't want to charge for it
that just makes it worse than Tiswas
its not a crap caravan
put on your heavy make up
light a cigarette
wear some thing cut down low
so they can see your not kidding
you'll get offered work
when the mojo goes
and they'll see you're so hirsuite
you'll wear that open neck sweater
like a set of robes
when they tell you
you know, that you're kind of cute.

On your own, you'll not notice
that you walk some part slower
your waste went in and out
you start making hobbies
the flavour of love and your friends

they all love you
but most are only your kids
A spanish moon is rising on a hill
and youre heart is telling you:
"I love you still"

And as you draw your last
and dressed up for the kill
(everybody's wearing a disguise
to hide what they got left behind their eyes)

You live now, in the turbine hall
voluntary duties, you made trustee
but everyone knows your just insane
and you know you're just like me.

Languagor E.

" I dunno, you get caught with a massacre denier in a restaurant of your choosing somewhere in Islington and the Daily Fail is all over it"

Lowestmouth.

He goes to other places, linguistically and with his corporeal self.

Not quite unconnected sentences, sometimes whole.

Without clauses, we'd all be free and dangerous.

Queens of a new stoneage - don't you think?

Who's asking? Who's there to listen? nobody talks

Stage directions

Exit.

Ta Ma

Mother of pain,
Suffer for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death
Suffer so that we may not
Suffer so that we might have life
Holy mother, who's fault is all
Grant us peace,
Amen.

Sexy House (Thatched Roof)

Note to self: Write a poem called 'sexy house'
Use the expression 'unroofed scope'
Make it ironic and angry
Realise that ironic anger is sarcasm
Acknowledge that sarcasm is
just a knowledge freshening wind
Thieve. All knowledge is theft
And all property is
as good as a pension
De-regulate
Occupy, organise, recite.

Accountability For Power Boat Instructors

AFPBI

"let's do good"

"ok"

Sea nets works chewing nibbling,
one bate. have a Gibson - sum up the era.

The innocence of America in those days

65 million artists, Duchamps all.

A cornish beach

A french graveyard

Table tennis

How to complain..

Read the label

Write the label

Don't label

Walk rivers, borders, natural bureaucratic

A dog called Roots.

Speak.

Re-frame

Occupy, Organise, Resist....

The reefs are teeming.

Composition

One onion Two beet And a great deal For nostalgia Parsimoniously grated cheese Seasoned campaigner, pottering In mental soup With a yearning Dylan bound And Zebedee Felched, vile catechisms Ermintrude, said "meuh!" Maurice, dizzy and horny Unzipped Zebedee's zip Spilling whelks akimbo Nelson salutes your expansive cock Now, cunningly, wend And ever on.

Bad Rock Newly

Some towns balls get scratched:
the brian jonestown massacrists
who also ride skateboards in the daytime
share Sambucas, fruit and apple sours

no nods were better than awkward acknowledgement
of changes made before anyone knew the score:
A Trip To Jerusalem, water in the well, Old Peculiars...

Other days, that face - only a mother could love -
shining back through a hot beery haze,
you'd laugh like a drain; scripts for jesters

too young to be wise, too old to be guilty
and all seen before, crying for their mommies
outside the Earl Of Dalkeith.

---

its possible to imagine fakery until:
Pop, goes the Weasel.

Cats Of Plovdiv 2

A new herb with a new aroma
A new word and some new characters
Uneven stones over a 1960's underpass
which wont admit in it's civic realm,
that many a Roman God was disturbed - and lost
or re-buried. Knowing what to lose and what to re-bury:
One function of a holiday.

The reticence to return to old language
and beliefs grasped in a short term battle for sanity
while the real war of losing it raged on
'Rage on war of losing it, rage on
remember the look of the french lady in the pharmacy
and consider the new polis; what it's moments could be.
Whether it is politic to be ambitious for new moments,
or concentrate on just being'. All concerns

after breakfast.

Does Grapefruit counteract the beta blockers effect?

You are not old. Who are you quoting?

Lesson

On How To Give A Thing Up

Taking one real risk is good.
If it means that everything else has to change,
It was probably worth it

Evaluation:

Liked teaching Millie to play Dolly
Credit the perspicacity of some
who, whether right or wrong, identified
'The Workshop' as a place to transmit human knowledge and skill
Difficult to know what you've got that anyone else wants
Other than a willingness to learn how to play
and do stuff. So, thanks

(not that some were always right)

Writing itself, by the wayside and light on readers,
Swithers and twires, pulsating for attention.

Small ink blot moments of value bleed across the vision
until blindness is a satisfying quality to behold
in whatever colour you choose.
A Rothko Poet of exquisite ease
understands.

The few words used to convey Dolly to Millie were not licensable
or, probably, repeatable...

So don't try.

Brainstorm And Collusion

Otherwise known as the King and Queen
Of all the cats of Plovdiv:
Brainstorm: Ingenious, he never robs you the same way twice
Collusion: Makes you believe you need her more than she needs you
Every Plovdiv cat will Storm or Collude
You will never know until - you are either;
Hunting in the bin for some poor waif
or trying to explain to your wife that you didn't eat all of the sandwiches.

The waif, the wife, the cats way - that will be your life
In Plovdiv. even the Romans killed no cats of Plovdiv
The oldest city in Europe has always kept cats safe
so that we can go about our business of being human - and so can they.

Brainstorm a Conclusion and a Preface

Community Land Trusts
Ziferblats
Collusion
LEP's
Placemaking
Building The Local Cultural Economy
Futurism
The Sharing Economy
Schumacher
Mauss
Blockchain
The DAO
OneCoin
CryptoCurrencies
"If you recognise that an artsplan is for working in the 'not for profit sector' then it's a different thing to a business plan" - Discuss this as it seems indicative of boxed in thinking and an un-blurred edge between art we 'need' and art we 'make'...
Make a Business Model Canvas for 'Cultural Sector'...
What if the unacknowledged legislators of the day got acknowledged?
How to say 'yes' and act on it..
From provision to production
From Heritage to Production
21st C. Tech has made way for 19th C philosophies of cooperatives and friendly societies etc. - eg, the 'DAO'.
Provenance
Asset transfer
Tokens
Barter
Potlatch

Bagful Of Broadsheets

Note to self;

Write something about enterprising young people, paper rounds and readers of big papers with supplements...

She had a bagful of broadsheets from the golden triangle

Called up that newsagent since she was 12, coz they paid best

Her dad took her there in his builders van - she told me

More than she'd ever said to me in one day - and you've got to love 'em more

When it's zero hours contracts and leave your life at the door

So she made that paper round hers and found the chattering classes

Reading Marketing at Goldsmiths now - she learned the hard way:

Some folk need more paper, more supplements and talk louder

Than others - £28 a week for years and the knowledge came free

Other people are going a long way and they deserve it too.

Credit to you all together son - u might want to keep hold of that one!

Love Story

"it's kind of like Hell's antechamber. I've got used to it. Leave me alone"

He said, imagining she was listening.

Youme

I'm so fucking ME that, apart from definitely never ever being you
(of, for with or to)
I'm just ME.

Not fucking you
(soz)

I don't want to appear selfish
but self promotion dictates
love thyself

Go to Pilates.

That does't rhyme ME
Oh fuck off - YOU.

Troubles Of Bob

You gave me your heart
I gave you my blood
It cut thru the iron
An' flattened the mud

On Monday, you were with me.

Strangers compared
What we knew was all dead
They looked in your drawers
An they looked in your head

On Tuesday, you were with me.

You threw the book at me
When you went away
Someday i might read it
If you'll come back and stay

On Wednesday, you were with me.

No other days of the week are represented in this song due to international licensing issues. We're sorry if this interrupts your listening pleasure in Stadiums Of The Damned.

x

Alarm Call

Let's borrow some language:
Say, from newsreaders or -
Two office workers covert talk in a lift.

Let's then, cleverly, deliver it in the style of,
Say, the other. So, two office workers:

"In the markets today, the Dow is one and a half points up
While the Nasdaq remains steady at four thousand and forty four".

and the newsreaders:

" She fucked him - in THIS lift! can you believe it?
Christmas Eve and I was in the other one waiting for the service
engineer and panicking like a bastard. You could hear everything down
the wires - gave her a right seeing to mind you he did"

(chuckles)

Then we carry advertising and the commissioners ask for another 12 weeks.

Great.

On the other side it's Snooker.

Somehow, after a while making people laugh becomes old hat,
you slip away in breaks during filming where you can watch the news being made
and you listen to the gossip of journalists who have given up on telling the truth
so long ago that they neither know what it is or have wilfully learned to forget.

Sure, it's just a media fantasy. All you can piece together of a life you didn't live
But you've seen 'Network'. You know the score on Plato's wall. The counter ticks.

There's something about Paul Nuttal announcing UKIP will stand in 'most constituencies'
You have begun to engage with the media narrative and you get the private innuendos:
Corbyn's not a leader. Nuttal's a prick. You notice the double standard and wonder why..

There's another strange article about whether people have it harder than did the miners..?

'Pit - Lattes Classes For the Working Classes', you think, having become good at this language business. (your back still hurts)

Then, you notice a hedgehog - that time already. Shouldn't someone be painting or writing poetry?

Best crack on.

She's So...

Jumble up these to fuck
no use to anyone now
Some you find on pavements
others come like hallucinations

At strange times of the day;
Worth collecting across borders
Sometimes an occupation drills
new terminology, reveals social mores

There's flighty stuff on new economics
New cuisine and new techno appliances
There the IOT and the smart car
3d printers, robots and women

It's all pretty foreign really.

Mostly, attraction runs the show
Happiness carries on shameless
as a dance in a graveyard full of
fresh-dug holes waiting for the dead.

Dirty little monsters.

Reflective Blog (Assignment E) or, Me and Me and fucking ME.

Not writing a fucking thing I actually think is a problem.

I get a recommendation - from a research co-ordinator to talk to, lets say, a 'director of innovation' from the 'education sector'..

I email her.

She's nice, til the cc's fall off and then she just ignores my emails..

I fantasise about being blacklisted. It's possible..

The systems often make it so.

In another walk of freelance life, I tender for some work doing business mentoring to 'Creative Start-ups'. I've been recommended for this but none of my previous work 'qualifies' as having the right credentials..

Still, I got a recommendation - an introduction. It's easy to stop anything good from happening by wasting time complaining about past shit. Althought a healthy dose of 'reflective learning is not a bad thing... Guess I'm in the loop.. How to turn it into money?

Suggestions:

1. Do something useful for people that they pay you for
2. Do something useful for someone and someone else pays you
3. Write a popular book called 'Bears Bulls n' Bonds': How We Exchange Stuff...
4. Write some writing workshops and peddle em..
5. Get book of poetry out there
6. Do some Open mic nights
7. Use 'Medium', 'Radical' folk, 3rd parties to get published etc...

haunts of ancient madness (London Irish?)

I like writing in my blog
it's not quite a travelog

I drove up to Beenkeragh

With a bloke from the Fleadh

TumbleDownWeed...

Wading in from the banks of Culture as Russia meddles in elections
The house of the Republicans is postponing all votes on health and harmony
This newsy Zeitgeist being brought to you by an old dizzy man in flat shoes
Is all you will be able to refer to when you free fall from that high tower

While your imagination waves back at you, getting smaller, calling out:
"We're glad that we're not made of bone, of tissue or of blood..
We're not gonna feel sorry for you anymore as you land, land you should.
Everytime you feel OK remember as you're tempted -  everyone knew

we Lionised you - and now - be what we thought you were,  well meant.

Educated. That was the deal.."

The imagination has never been a fair place or somewhere you expect nurture.
As you walk down by the waterfront docks and the sailors all come in
Don't even try to pick me out again - you're no better at writing than theft
and it's a long long long way down. TumbleDown Weed Tumble Down....

Sheep Catalpa

This wont be important
its not a death stopping life
or a life stopping death

its a bean tree for the curry house
and a bay tree for the masses
No more than what's been good n gone

Back a week and walls close in...

I could start a window round
clean a window round
I could start a window round
merry go round

Seen our Ross in Lidl
Said I seen our Ross in Lidl
All the lazy musicians get the shopping in
from a supermarket for the idle.

Had a dream 'bout being killed
I had a dream again I was murdered
I asked all of your butchers' childs
but the stupidest sheep wont be herded

enter the great Bignonoides
enter the great Bignonoides
He's got seventeen lanterns hanging
now take me back to the war please.

Introducing....

So now, the time has come,
To have a look at yourself
You'll never take this one seriously
And if you do, you wont keep it up
We have faith in you to absolutely and with total -
Commitment - cop out completely.
You know it, we know it.
The the only thing we don't know is who We are.
But that never stopped us before.
Goowan then - get on with it..
Ready when you are...
Wellllll..........?

Organise, Occupy Resist...

Organise, occupy,      resist.

Occupy, resist,           yield.

Resist, yield,              welcome.

Yield, welcome,         feast.

Welcome, feast,         sleep.

Feast, sleep,               dream.

Sleep, dream,             wake.

Dream, wake,            rise.

Wake, rise,                assimilate.

Rise, assimilate,        scope

Assimilate, scope,     target

Scope, target             invade.

Target, invade,          optimise

Invade, optimise       organise,      

Optimise, Organise, Occupy,   

Organise, Occupuy, Resist.  

Special Snowflakes

I'll tell you later dear....

The Diasoroheah Of The Dio-combobulus

Mooch. MWAH! ache up on sofa..
make masochistic malingering manifold notes
in morning pages about the plan
Email from Malaysia: positivity
in discrimination. Read it. Yearn..
Rice breakfast with anchovies in tropical heat.

Another front plans weeks in Turin
A job, a new life, or place to begin
I've got 8 types of cereal and I'm the same age
As Stan's Lottery Dice (How was India?)

Much and moreover, the uncompromising continues
unabated and all the richer for it's obliqueness
(Would people ever have paid money to make chance seem controllable?)
Maybe we'll never know but still, the sports,
the Heritage, the charitable organisations thrive
One bid away from being alive, we keep on...

But today it's hitting the stall holders and the real folk
The real politik - bringing - us - Trumpery
The legitimus of the 'don't get me wrongs...'
The infantessimus of the 'once we belonged..'

Inflation on the rise, Resources getting scarce,
how we hate the expert, the white man is back in place
on the back of the banks we set up all those years ago
'Bumiputera' means 'Son's of the soil'. Kind of ironic...

"Don't ya think...?"

You might call it sunlight but Its Just Curated Content.

Blockchain my heart

Cross eyed crow

One on this world

One eye on the next

I remember one eye

... Tween the living and the dead

You can put a price on life and a price on death

In the blockchain

you might call it sunlight,

But it's just curated content.

keywords: 

Exchange, Utopia, Smart Contracts, Ceremony, Potlatch, Cash Economy, Gift Economy, Tokens, Gifts, Byzantine Generals, etc..

Others

Fear and compassion,
ghosts and the living,
it's our living we're worried about,

We can't have more living without space to bury our dead,
We can't have others to us,
When the impecuniosity of our governments,
and the grab of our intellectuals tells us our debts are imaginary,
we forget how to give and how to live;
the worst state of fearfulness and now we are alone...

But what is trust anyway?
Where does it come from?
How is it made and
where does it travel to?

Pro Forma Corporate Poetry (PFCP)

Source, define and license: model value
and understand the importance of intellectual capital
Are your milestones and deliverables valid
or do you sometimes feel the nip of Scope Creep?

Here, at - insert as required - we pride ourselves on
- insert as required - and offer you a full and comprehensive
- insert as required - with over 650 branches worldwide,
Only - insert has required - has the insert as required -

to - Insert as required.

Small Print, Terms and Conditions,  Value added.
Assets fully transferrable Universal Basic Income
International socialism and new technology
Opthalmology, golf courses, local authority nodes.

Charge

Somewhere in between the papers and kids drawings and the wormery that had taken hold in the shed
A thought arrives turning into a sensation in the gut which is unusually new and unrecogniasable
You interpret it as some amalgam of previous sensations around an emotional algorythm for sanity,
Making it recognisable is the only way to cope with the cacophony of slash n burn echoes from then.

The two generals problem in your mind is nothing  different to out and out war - with bayonets fixed.

BlockChain My Heart ( All you gotta do is set me free)

The Truth Is Out there For Everyone To See!

If all of the “blockchain technology” hype has one thing in common, it’s the idea that a computer application, which creates some useful result for its users, can be run simultaneously on many computers around the world rather than on just one central server, and that the network of computers can work together to run the application in a way that avoids trusting the honesty or integrity of any one computer or its administrators

It would have been ridiculous to ask ‘who owns the English language?’ But now we ask ‘who owns the code’? Now, language is something which creates and destroys stuff… Language builds. Language is, in a seemingly benign way, more than just a mode of written and aural communication or a talismanic tool of incantation - poetry and art at it’s best - language is life in the making. More than ever it is a code - as it always was. Those who would have language as an ‘open source tool’ - and artists are central here - need to fight for it and it’s emerging secrets… more than ever.

If, with a globally accessible, publicly declared distributed ledger, the era of person to person, business to business faith and trust based transactions are replaced by verifiable networked, peer to peer trustlessness - What does this mean for Business, the public sector and society at large?

The conversation about what really is ‘public’ and what really is ‘private’ just got 20 degrees hotter!

The future conversation becomes about what should be on public and private ledgers, for whose benefit such ledgers should be used (given that each of the infinite single entries making the ‘blocks’ can contain smart contracts with anything from currency to royalties to tax revenues attached) and by whom?

----

This dystopian/utopian future (depending on who's looking) is close to being here already.

What will Blockchain mean for the secrets of the heart? Well, nothing. Which is kind of re-assuring. Except that, in this bright future, the secrets of the heart might also mean less than they did as well....

Certain Folk

There are certain folk who, in their best intentions, forget to notice what they do
They notice the actions of everyone else and they like to make comments and opinion known;
what other folk do for a living, what they think and say, who they think it about and say it to
their often as like, lack of education, the paucity of their arguments and the sallow tone of their skin
which has, no doubt, like their inner selves been fed on food which has been so-judged as inadequate

The Certain Folk are also adept at helping the sallow folk at correcting their words, actions, opinions and diets - so that they might be able to include them in the world they have reserved for themselves.
To provide this help, they put bids in to the National Lottery and over-fill their boots with trickle-down kindnesses which lickety -spill over when times are good but do, at least keep some people warm in harsher climes.

So, not all bad.

New Romance

It was kind of awkward
being friendly unknowns
and walking in mud flats
and talking of dogs

I thought maybe I could like dogs
after I noticed your legs
but I wasn't so sure about
the tendency towards old problems

I thought: 'Physician - heal thyself'
In non sympathetic ways
which have often been a downfall
when talking to birds of praise

You, to be fair, hadn't dated for seven long years
and somewhere between that fact and those legs
the mud, the dogs, the old troubles and my curmudgeon,
I thought: " Oh fuck it, why not?..."

then I get ahead of myself: remember explaining to do
I could live and write un-vetted before I'd met you
(with your legs) I could even have - friends
and dance at parties. These things are

Joy and Confidence. I wouldn't hide them from you
or anyone else after they'd been so cruelly
erased from view ( I know coz `I saw them on TV)

Her name was Cleo and she walked across the mud.
And when she shined she really showed you all she could

Two of a billion stars,
She meant that much to me.

You Manage My Content.. ('who the fuck is Annie?')

like you filled up my senses;
like a sleepy blue ocean,
like a walk in the rain

you shared me on Facebook,

like a mountain in springtime
like a night in the forest,
let me give my life to you,
like a storm in the desert,

you manage my content,

Upload me again.

eg...

An example of a Terza Rima Poem

Spring

(A) New life begins to spring to life in spring
(B) Green shoots appear in the April showers
(A) Birds migrate back home and rest tired wings

(B) Summer brings green fields full of bright flowers
(C) Paddling pools and ice creams all around
(B) The sun shines fiercely with all its powers

(C) Autumn sends leaves tumbling to the ground
(D) The sun sinks lower leaving longer nights
(C) Conkers and acorns waiting to be found

(D) Winter is a time for Halloween frights
(E) Snow on the ground and Jack Frost's ache
(D) Celebrations filled with festive delights

(E) As winter ends the new year starts to make
(E) New life begins to spring to life and awake.

Next Week: Nymphs and Matching The Hatch

Also:
Masks from Gourds
Squash Brooches
Many vital resources for natural jewry (sic)
Silversmithing on the cheap
and.. Real Fish Ear - Rings.

Square blues and stout reds surrounded the old estate

She said 'let's have 'dejeuner sur l'herbe verte'
I said 'but haven't you come off Facebook?'
"oui Monsieur, mais, Je pense..':
 It's possible to get lost among
The square blues and stout reds that surround the old estate'.

In the cemeteries of Arras and Somme the birds sing more
now than then. Adele breaks Grammy for Beyonce:
'that Lemonade album was amazing'. All things sit equally
and side by side in the peer to peer world where desire
gets manufactured according to no-one's standards.

Bring out old Dan's records and sow the seeds of love
La La land has swept the floor, Lady Ga Ga and Metallica
But the posthumous best went to Bowie as Al Jarreau dies too
Facebook pays it's tributes: Unrivalled improvising genii
Who we'd admit, when I were a lad, we forgot - or never knew.

Gifts

One must be a friend To one’s friend,
And give present for present;
One must have Laughter for laughter
And sorrow for lies

TalkFace

We are interesting
We are attractive
We are objects of desire
We hold a great deal of interest for the general public
Thousands of artists are opening their doors
and thousands of people come pouring in

Lust and liquor taco Tuesday's

Sign writing

Birdcage love

Fish, chips and sausages

Barry alan and bojangles

Small pink rabbits pushing wheelbarrows

The reason my second marriage came to an end was because I liked to open the doors
But my second wife and children weren't so keen
Jim Eade gifted his collection to Cambridge University
and they refused it.
Kettles Yard is special.
Filling a big building with art as a live work space is

Lust and liquor taco Tuesday's

Sign writing

Birdcage love

Fish, chips and sausages

Barry alan and bojangles

Small pink rabbits pushing wheelbarrows

Potentially good as a new route to market...
But not everyone wants to live in a barn or a cathedral..
Ballroom dancing is very popular in China
"Oh no it isn't" say the Chinese ladies.
Still, better in the cellar than in the Concert Hall...
Explore public receptiveness
Bringing about awareness: Be more pro-sctive

Inbox

Stories like hail you gave me
Straight from the eye of a storm
Everything that was said was said
straight from death it was borne

and mostly by listeners intent
on hearing and grounding support
Verbosely and missing his men
The General's and Gangstas report

was filed.

Back Once Again

Back to the bar with the pre cum emmissarry

B`4 damages and ill behaviour

Back from the bar with the pre cum emmissarry

back once again the ill behaviour

Happy Frictionless Borders

Happy Friction
Happy Borders
Frictionless Borders
Frictionless Happiness
Borderless Friction
Borderless Happiness

That's it.

Potential Comedy Notes: What's In A Name?

Norfolk dialect comes with some really interesting turns of phrase. A lot of stuff I'd never heard before I came here. the Nimmo Twins have made a healthy living (allbeit limited geographically) out of it. It got me thinking about some of those phrases that you only hear in Norfolk. Like this one: " Oh, she's very near hearted..." I kind of wondered what that meant for a while, then forgot about it and then it was said to me the other day and I kind of got what it was... I mean for fuck sake - your hearts here - in your chest - y know? It's a way of describing someone who's maybe not generous with their emotions; who can't see far beyond their own needs and motivations, kind of selfish, maybe a bit child-like...  Then that got me thinking about all the possible conversations which could have taken place in Norfolk, over the years - you know, around those kind of misunderstandings about language..

Like this one - between Pocohontas and her husband: I was imagining her coming home to him after a day doing whatever American Indian 'Princesses' used to do in C17 Norfolk and saying: "John- o (for that was his name) That bloke at the shop called me near hearted. Why he call me that?" Her husband, I imagine, would reply with something along the lines of: "Listen Poke, don't take it to heart, 'it's just a Norfolk expression. He didn't mean anything by it" Good, re-assuring husband work - yeah?.. But Pocohontas isn't put off: " .. but he say: 'you near hearted' like him no like". So I say: "who near hearted? and him just look at me - and then I say 'who far-hearted?" and him just laugh at me Johno... and then everyone else laugh at me... You no like people from the plains in Norfolk..  Why they all laughing at Pocohontas?

"We're all from the plains in Norfolk Poke - don't worry about it",  offers John-o, still doing the re-assurande thing.. But then, despite his best intentions, a little chuckle escapes his lips. Poke picks it up straight away:  All her Indian rage is summoned and she let's rip at John-O:

"John-O (for that is his name) Now You laugh at Pocohantas. (she's enraged all over agian and storming out:) YOU far hearted and that nasty man in the shop far hearted and everyone in this stinking country far hearted. Everyone Far Hearted!" The poor woman - imagine - incandescent with rage...

And John-O, bless him, what could he do? - laughing himself into an early divorce.... Oh Norfolk.

Could well of happened. Almost certain....

....

Ah well, what else to satirise: Politics?...

'Melania Trump', pause: 'Melania Trump' (pause) 'Melania Trump' (until someone laughs -) SEE!

.. there's no need to go any further is there. What's in a name? Melania Trump... Oh dear, .. Seriously though. Melania Trump: 'Sheffield Ski Village' , Cultural Regeneration In Corby, etc etc.. Oxymorons - i think thats what they're called...

(two volunteers to re-create the first meeting of Melania and Donald... props - blond wig and stuffed cat... )

I see she's locked into a legal battle with the Daily Mail, Melania... They've said she was a high class call girl and had a total nervous breakdown and she says she didn't...  Surely she could have had the foresight to see the potential benefit to the hubster in the headlines: "Malignant narcissist turned president of United States saves poor Slovenian immigrant from poverty and total mental breakdown"... What's not to like in that?..

Melania Trump... Who far hearted?

It'd all be better if Pocohontas was first lady - 'Donald - Who Far hearted?"...

Anyway... what's in a name? Donald... Melania... Melania Trump, Melania far-hearted... Whatever.

UKIP

I’ve thought of a name for a new political party. It’s called UKIP. The United Kingdom Integration Party.

Manifesto:

PRO-European; Pro-Hard-Working Families who Want To Get On; Pro a benefits, health and pension system for those who contribute to it. Pro good old fashioned working class values. Pro labour! Pro a pint in a good old fashioned european cafe. etc

ANTI-Fascism, Corporatism, Histrionic and delusional nostalgism for a past that never existed anyway and especially anti all those fat, over indulged, loud and lazy English ethnics who keep unemployment rates up, contribute nothing to OUR benefits, health and pension schemes and drive obscenely expensive cars under the motability scheme. etc

Vote UKIP.

Time's Arrow (Cupid Stunt)

The bracket to this story is just a speedline - it can be erased...
It's dangerous starting to think in words again after they've caused such damage.
Hard to imagine where they might lead this time: Maybe into a field full of hippies
you try to convince to take on the president of the United States. But the states are divided
and so, though they wouldn't want to admit it in the literature or poetry tents - are the hippies.

The prospect of getting a dog has been mooted: A sullen conviction to some unconditional love
It's good to take something back. The kids are planning to live together somewhere else - maybe.
It's also something to have handled the passage of two lives into a diminishing world even joylessly
Now Joy is on the bird bench, the clothes shelf and in other barely external places - no more vicarious

I have my Romanian cleaning consultant confident of her status for now and proud of me for folding:
We use the Marie Kondo method, while everything else is her patented approach to soul-cleansing
Malaysian co-writer has sent me recipes for Malaysian breakfasts of coconut noodles n' peanuts
Joy aims small arrows and you have to try to dodge to get in their way. Joy stings as it enters.

Old friends, like socks, fit and don't stir much - we're just here - there's no need to notice us
As the future calls and pulls and prods and cajoles, you tell yourself stories; skeleton keys
That gain entry and exit from a past you mould with as much benevolent grit as possible
Because the alternative is to believe in a past which expunged, rather than set-free.
...alternatively, maybe you will see it as a guide of sorts......

Bandages and Scapegoats

1. An Idea: Smart Auto-Biography and 'The Blockchain' 

(or 'How I learned to drink more water, measure time and that analogue dog shit smells better in the digital present'):


In 1976, somewhere on a council estate called Bilborough, on Nottingham's west side, just before the Derbyshire Dales begin with Sandiacre and 'Il'ston', I was running around playing football and climbing trees and riding my new Grifter bike - more trouble free than I'd ever have imagined then...

Somehow, I was aware that 'punk' had happened. Not in the way that my 8 year old self might now be aware, but in a distanced, filtered, image and text free sense, which for me basically boiled down to a fetishisation of a blue and red striped jersey. I was only vaguely aware it could've been worn by someone from The Clash - or more likely, one of their already more commercially savvy imitators - let's say Tenpole Tudor, for example (apologies to Tenpole https://youtu.be/5AywIL5_eYM if his intentions - and his 10,000 swords were no less than authentic).

I do vaguely remember it being a now famously long hot summer and I can remember 'playing out' for hours without water under a scorching sun and then lying on my back prostrate  with dehydration, smelling of grass and maybe dog shit and noticing how a violet sky holds infinite miniscule stars which seem to form our whole vision. The focus of my thought then was: What really is SIX weeks - and how can it ever end? Isn't SIX weeks, in fact, the same as Forever?...

Then, of course after a succession of blissful days like that one, it would end. A new teacher, new responsibilities, new younger folk, and just new - everything is new when you're 8... and then you turn 9. Girls appear. They hold your hand during BBC schools sessions and play games with names only girls know which involve intimidation - blindfolds - and kissing. If Suzanne Butler is anywhere out there (and Samantha Smith for that) I think we are still married...

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Its the 2nd February 2017 now - spacetime star dates. I'm writing this in the Norfolk Millennium Library AKA The Forum - a hugely successful glass brick and aluminium edifice built in ___ by ____ and now the most popularly frequented library in England. I find myself writing a research proposal which has something to do with things like: " The Blockchain Scalability Problem and it's gossip protocols" and - “19thC Principles of cooperation, mutuality etc... being given fresh legs by C21 technology. The blockchain supports mutuality, co-operation, and shared venturing much more than the C20 phenomenon of the LTD company - discuss".

I miss grass - and dog shit - and maybe Suzanne Butler - a bit.

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The interesting thing about this new bit of writing is that I am aware of two things: 1. Ive got to tell my story. I'm convinced we all do - or should, as no-one else will and 2. I know very little about the business of rights clearances when I add in links like the one above from 'Eddie Tudor'  (think that was his name...). Since all of our lives get lived to a soundtrack and image board of pop music and films - an auto biography might be a paler thing without some of that background.

Part of my thesis, research project and business start-up idea revolves around these two poles: One - the urge to create and Two - the need to give credit and to pay and be paid - as a creator. One of the more interesting things about my current dalliance (research interest) with 'Blockchain' ( a rather germane if not prosaic word on which to pin the hopes of the next politico-technological revolution) is that it seems to propose a future solution to both problems at once. If our Eddie Tenpole ( or, more likely his corporate rights holder - I will go look that up - see footnotes) has attached a blockchain code with smart contract and payment details under license arrangements etc to the digital file I'm using, then I don't need my publishers legal department anymore to cite his song. That is surely good for him ( or his rights holder) me and you - dear reader. The only sufferer in our happy peer to peer arrangement is my publishing department and my publisher and since I have neither - all's well in the state of Blockchain Media - if only I can find a way to Ascribe https://www.ascribe.io/ it. (Footnotes here will point out that 'Acribe' has been taken over by: https://www.coalaip.org/. Make of that what you will. The elegant site created by those 3 Berlin based young entrepreneurs was much more elegant and seemingly user-friendly...)

But hey, those of you interested in Blockchain may not be interested in my long hot summers and those (fewer?) of you who might be probably don't want to hear about 'blockchains'...

Ever on with the vanity publish on demand research cum autobiography that this would appear to want to be: "Publish On Demand And Be Damned" being the slightly updated equivalent of an old maxim.

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Do

O God almighty Poetry:

Out there and looking for a word

Will it ever come along and how does a new word get born?

Hopefully, we might make noises

and that is all it ever was

Onomatopoeic musings and mumbled research

Some emotional charging of a light brigade

might help here… whatever,

The project is: Soulwork

Don’t bother to read the books

If you can do do do.

Ameliorate

this fug and fog and somewhere lost in a bog,
cultivate the lostness.
Can't remember, came to this place
smelled your smell, saw
your face.

Heard a song about how long
and where the truth falls
as if there was
anyone or ever could be

The senior coroner is writing to the minister for justice

Down

A bit like looking down on a hole in the clouds
from an aeroplane thats falling to earth,

Spotting the exit, the freedom ahead 

when you already are just to be dead,

Still, there's a peak, a small flicker

Of enthusiasm, everything's relative

and this death will have been improved

by the knowledge that there could have been a way through

But not now.

You are over.

Before you got whole.

Awake to Faults

Blood red sky of Respect and
Silence....

Anger rising
Clear views home

The things we did for love

and everything we didn't do
is here and waits

Brand new.  As it was left.

Declare Your Perfections On Facebook

It fell down on you from the city above
A note with a lyric there on it

All the students and the seaside clowns,
they saw you pick it up

And the note said:
'You're gonna get your fucking head kicked in'

And you did
aint it just like life to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet?

So the heart that understands gets tired
But only of loving - just you dear.

What you get from loving by the book
is not wasted so you're fit as fuck

And them others who claim "all I bring is love"
they declare their perfections on Facebook

But you know, good man, that you will meet
People at breakfast and dinner tables

with stories to tell and life to impart
and maybe some love when you're able

Now balance, heal, change. Stay just right as you are
We'll bury Seamus on Friday and like him

You'll send your love from afar....

Murder By Mistletoe

Don't usually take note of Chinese Years.. but as we leave the Trickster and enter the 'Rooster' - I can't help but feel a glimmer of optimism for chickens coming home to roost and a year of: "no shit"....

http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=murder+by+mistletoe&&view=detail&mid=709B4DCE7DAB6F064578709B4DCE7DAB6F064578&FORM=VRDGAR

The Game Of Life

once you understand
that you work
responsively
it was never a measure
of your work
or your pleasure
that you got so left
by me.

Next up, there'll be dates
passion if lucky and mates
don't ever think you are choosing
the next bag you're fearful of losing

you were chosen by life for all this strife
play the part boy, and don't fear..

It's only a game.