Thursday 26 March 2015

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
who burn print
wage yr labour
clock our enemy 
time, yr very life
now this is money
 Oh profit

Saturday 3 May 2014

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.

Monday 16 September 2013

Thursday 12 September 2013

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

Sunday 30 June 2013

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.