Monday, 19 September 2011

Thugs, brutes, conmen,
Placenta chowed down 
bastards & various adolescent
masses

Mike Marsdon
Alfred Blood
Alfred Mook
 Alisson Durrique D'abo
Feedback loops
Norman weiner(electrical circuit loops)
Odun: ecology
Club of Rome : limits to growth.
Jay Forrester
Greed of the western elites

Odin

A Great man is,  at best, the one who
realises qualities possessed by others.
He is only supreme for that revelation,

He sees his limitations
Unlike janus-faced
non-hierarchical community espousers,
he realises the distinct.

Individual interests are not petty
because they are talents
or at least latent.





What drives people is pewter,
Or to be more specific, the idea of
Happiness which is the same as power.

To proceed with Egalite,
it
has to be enforced
Thence, hierarchical,
whilst in constant denial

Monday, 5 September 2011

Mad as Mahdi

O Mahomet,
great prophet
with your followers
All Mad as Hades
Show me
Wisdom of your mountain cave
over all mobs & illusions
Oh MAHMET, 
peace upon thine in the midst of
these rutting dogs of war,
Embrace yourself
Fall onto swords of grace
Entreat dethrone embroil
entice grandma's adagio
Embattle tragedy, 
unveil the sophistry of the good
unmask their prosaic hypocrisy
by Gad, by Jihad
Burn off all artifices,
all these clerical mousetraps

In West Wales

Dogwalking is all I Know
Parallel walking
a tyre on either side of the track
up the soggy road 
Hardly Kanchenjunga.
Ahead lies a spectacular heap 
of stones on the hill 

Although fleetingly agile
feeling like bits 
gently disintegrating 
like asteroids into the ages 

Unwell,  glandular,
not sprightly, dogshit 
but not from the night before
The sundown ahead
Reflecting so wonderfully
Crags and sky 
describable only in terms 
of oil painting
Unreality I suppose
A dog yawns 
the same
at this hour and at dawn.

Feeling 
I’ve been a fool
about friends
Can only look at my 
espadrilles sink 
into bountiful dung of
countless horses,
sheep, dogs & ponies

A crazed sheepdog drops a rock
Before me
 I throw it into the stream and he retrieves it,
Pawing it from the water back to me.
he repeats this with boundless enthusiasm
Irrefutably,
This could always be 
One sunset 
Ultimate.

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