First Rose

First rose priests

who hoard the corn

and famine whose

laws restrict

punish shame

create & heaven

bishops are pimps

oily renters

bounders boundering

fucking fuckers

liars deniers

shitting shitters

SICK PLOT 

who burn print

wage yr labour

clock our enemy 

time, yr very life

now this is money

 Oh profit

Text based bollocks

 Including Collage, found graffiti, temporary pub table art - wax, newspaper, ripped up beer mats, drawing, photos, things with no writing on whatever but somehow look like text or just shout "shoe!", deadmouse on newspaper, Art done by my cat ripping magazines...found text, photos of rude scrabble, paint and collage on wood, on canvas... just lots of shit what I done earlier.

Found graffiti Hobgoblin, New Cross

Pub tables

Stella Window

After Kurt Schwitters exhib, pub table, wood. leaf, beermats

Newspaper and Wax

For my Auntie Noreen. Who calls her husband "Mr Happy cause he's a miserable cunt.

On found wood with an Hole

Dead Mouse by Bookie Borthwick

lichen

Cat art by Bookie Borthwick

Wasn't me

House Extension

Intelligent Life 1

according to operaters gathering reasonable suspicion

boundless information tool    is a tool    in a 97   

million pieces       where are servers

global burning map    go to bed in China    you are in America

I spy beginning with P    A has always been for Apple

Security……..sorry……… conspiracy……..sorry    i accidently opened

your life and you are no longer there

are you intel    li    gence    this is suspicious    is it intelli    gent

or providers    or a service    who is suspect    the intelligence director

there are secrets    minimally 41    sorry    I accidentally deleted your life

in a file transfer    I am denying awareness while some are remaining adamant

are you distracted yet    slipping in creationism    unwitting US citizens since 1848    it’s a powerpoint    potent ial    terror    ism    I am    terri    fied    espi    on    age    sus   pect

Intelligent Life 2

is  your intellect subsidised and who are the consequences

who  are uncritical          who are          disastrous consequences of a system

i    do    not      think    I can be  sus    tained            i am    sur    plus             are you            sur   

plus                     are      you                      sus      ten   ance                     i don’t 

know                    what    you    are    talking  about           there  is 

no   such    thing      as     a         fi   er station                             hos    pi    tal   

is  that  were  there  are    gathering

hand me a sharp critique          no       make that a hammer

are  you ly   ing   to our     fa    ces             is your very big house  sub    si    

dised      is      my little room    sur     plus          I had some things in there and

people stayed               i have since lost all of the things    and the people were   

sur        plus

Intelligent Life

Melancholia, a movement. It's such a larF


Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.

Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.

Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.

From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.

Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world's despite.