Mar. 1, 2012 8:31 am
The mirror boasts a hoary old face, Great chieftain of the TV daze, Great fakir of the nothingness. Me.... .....and often just the trace of... Another.? Read?MoreMar. 1, 2012 8:25 am
Influenza as free hallucinogen Near-death experiences on a regular basis and no insight gained. Another horizon gazing day, looking for scraps of business to keep one away from creditors and the very Reaper. Grimm, tales and realities. Mind you, the home brew is palatable and the fever has dissipated. Life is indeed full of light. The walls no longer reverberating with competing voices of dead...? Read?MoreFeb. 25, 2012 8:17 am
It is a truism; When faced with intolerance, Violence, myriad racist phobias, Widespread discriminatory practices, A white manifesto, Even with a mixed race president, What chance the lot of an East London, Connecticut, Or a Bowery dweller, When faced with the dearth of decisions made By an anointed few? The Midtown Manhattanites in their punishing luxury, The Scarsdale poolside...? Read?MoreFeb. 24, 2012 12:36 pm
Flaherty's, O'Connell's, Maguires, false fronts, Bicycles on the wall, Thousands of miles from the auld country, Impressions of a Hollywood loony vision, The Quiet Man, Imprecise accents, Hoary old non-traditions, And a Brigadoon inspired, Vegas Ireland, Guying the gullible into believing Believing any old crap about notions, Notions of "home" Miles from the peat bogs, And craggy...? Read?MoreFeb. 24, 2012 12:30 pm
Space to avoid the traps, Time to avoid the vicious unreason, The illogical past tense, Space to be oneself, Even in differing settings. And the dance continues. Revolutions fought in the head, Revolutions fought with the self, Romance with the traps themselves Whisky and ale in the place of her. That has gone. As has unreason. As surely as the hangover would kick in.? Read?MoreFeb. 24, 2012 12:27 pm
An ending, mute witness to the year's turmoil, New Year saw the old man on the way out, Internalised grief, Tears released long after the fact, Now the silence, Deafening, At a remove, Standing on Bute's shores, Island refuge, Hard graft for a short burst, And then the hole, The hole in the very life itself, A chasm, New York was different, Escape. Exile. Recreating private hell...? Read?MoreFeb. 23, 2012 5:37 am
Manga-sized peepers, Barely post-adolescent bathetic seduction, A victim, a woman-child, Held in the harsh amber of pre-winter light. My head was in a future cancer ward, Hospice empathy, As the sorry tale emerged. Manga-sized orbs, Bleeding tears of lost innocence, Innocence lost in a locker room, Vicious jocks, My own numb corpus struggling to retain humanity. I tried to reassure, ...? Read?MoreFeb. 23, 2012 5:29 am
Observing a quiet content, A man on a bench reading Joyce, A woman tending a garden. Observing a loud conceit, Some Wall Street suit shouting in my ear on Lexington Avenue, Decrying free health care in his deathless Bostonian waspish twang, Offending both the ears and one's sensibilities. Yale cannot teach one manners, Harvard doth not make the person, This Ivy League social parasite, ...? Read?MoreFeb. 19, 2012 9:31 am
Grey. The colour of limbo. Night is inky, Day is irradiated landscape, Vistas never seen from behind closed eyes. Neon summers never satisfied, The autumnal cancerous creeping slow retreat, Spring was naught but forced merriment. Sleepwalking again, Eyes open, Processing naught, Naught but tranquilised being, Shrouded in last night's romantic disappointment. The escape across the...? Read?MoreFeb. 18, 2012 9:47 pm
That almost digital hush, as the night traffic cedes to taxi-ing3am post pub livestock back to their pits. That weeding out of useless ambition, self pity and dread. A numbness descends. Muscle spasms give warning of some sort of shelf life decay. A fear of alcohol sinks in as one eyes the heaving drinks cabinet. Bird in the gilded cage cliche of cliches. The punishment of relative luxury. Mind...? Read?MoreFeb. 18, 2012 1:29 pm
Once the plains were cleared, The rest exposed to the common cold, And the white man's burden, There appeared to be a gap, A gap in culture, An historical glitch, Easily filled with swagger, Re-appropriated English, Hyper kapital worship, Loony visionary tilting at rationale, And some odd god head, A few masonic symbols, And yet more swagger, Good evening Amerika!? Read?MoreFeb. 17, 2012 10:19 pm
Temptation in all its forms; from the grey to the gold, Maybe I'm Midas after all. Reality tunnel number three; from the gold to the grey, Maybe I'm just Judas.? Read?MoreFeb. 17, 2012 8:50 pm
And so the casual and not so casual racism continues, unabated. As does homophobia, creeping welfare reforms that kill the poor and also the artist on the margin. Workfare joke punchlines as one glides on a escalated platform to a state-sponsored grave. Contemporary depression landscapes as venture capitalist and sociopathic killer are one. Meeting as strangers do at the bar footrail, then plan...? Read?MoreFeb. 17, 2012 7:02 pm
More blood tests, More welfare pruning, More defence expenditure over art, Gold over love, A land fit for heroes? Hardly.? Read?MoreFeb. 17, 2012 7:01 pm
The seal on the royal stationary, The equation in the lab notes, The pint of beer bought in habitual succession, The football throng All religions, All clinging to unshared values, All clinging to this withered earth.? Read?MoreFeb. 17, 2012 6:58 pm
I see it often; Misinformation, Conspiracy buffs' bilge, I see it and sigh. I see it often, It insinuates itself into conversation, Awful grammar, Pathetic sites, Worse than last night's TV, Football statistics, Golf scores, Train timetable chit-chat, The weather, I hear it often. The rattling of skeletons, The keeping the reaper at bay repartee. I hear it everyday to the point...? Read?MoreFeb. 14, 2012 12:09 pm
It is so easy to forget the other, The other half, Often patient, Or impatient, Waiting for a sign, Waiting for a simple, gentle touch, Or a simple word of praise. So on this most cliched of days, This Hallmark sponsored feast of nothing, Praise in a simple, loving, from the gut way, And every other day. Everyday is a feast, When you exorcise the beast, The beast of vanity.? Read?MoreFeb. 13, 2012 11:06 am
Musings on ever-multiplicating realities, Theories expounded, Suspects never nailed. The sum total of the Victorian justice system, Ian Brady visions, William Withey Gull, Nameless freemasons, Peers of the realm, Mealy mouthed words of instruction, 5 innocent dead paupers, Endless speculation, Birth canal of the bloody 20th Century, And still no lessons are ever learned, We might...? Read?MoreFeb. 10, 2012 3:24 am
No wonder the Finn is more permissive, Than say the dour Scot, Or the slightly repressed English denizen. No wonder the Finn is given to fair memory, Of the Third Reich, Than the Red Army. No wonder the Finn is grim-faced, Tightly wearing a masque of ennui, Is it national character, Some failing or other, No, it's the price of bloody beer. Enough to drive a Scot mad, An Englishman...? Read?MoreFeb. 9, 2012 11:52 am
I am an idiot, In the true ancient Greek; One who lives in their own world. I mean no harm, Anyone is welcome to it, My own domain, Nothing grandiose, Not a rich person's playground, Only a mindscape, Of one who has no real price. I am an idiot, I believe in art for its own sake, Music as a transformative magic, Time as an illusion, Money as an abstraction. I am an idiot, Are you?? Read?Moreharvard yale joe paterno lung cancer joe paterno lung cancer john tucker must die uk basketball iowa state faroe islands
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