Tuesday, 22 August 2017

FUTURE NEWS



the worlds last tobacco smoker died today.  

148 year old Phelony Spentlove, heiress to the Solar-Sketchers fortune, died due to complications in a surgically assisted birth of her fifth baby panda.


the panda is said to be doing well.


the worlds tobacco reserves were bought up wholesale by Phelony some 60 years ago at the height of the soil crisis.  


illegal in 99% of the worlds accessible landmass, tobacco smoking is still tolerated in Himalaya Atoll, where Ms Spentlove kept a penthouse.


Phelony shot to fame at the age of 100 as the first human to successfully incubate and deliver a live infant mammal of a different species, in this case a marmot named Bathtime.


she is survived by Bathtime, her five pandas and her husband-in-law Kenneth Glasshouses, 24.


dirge-hop conductor Kenneth, know for his prosthetic beaver tails, released his fifteenth billboard hit cast, 'My Arse Be Damming' early last month and was touring in the Netherlands Archipelago when the news broke.


he is currently unavailable for comment.


the board member for Benson & Hedges has indicated he will attend any services.


in other news the equator is still on fire.  


officials are still divided on what to call the phenomenon, despite clear agreement of the polled population for Firey McFireyface.


although we here at WBC believe The Burning Ring Of Fire to be an obvious choice.   


the fire is approaching its fifth anniversary and unverified sightings of phoenix's have increased tenfold.


reporting from Northern Australia our science correspondence Bethanyny Parkingjoy had this to say, 'Migrating geese on fire do not a phoenix make.' 


this up before the hair-weather and ad-sport - EU Sheriff Grandy Botanic has indicated concern over the continued silence from the UKs Quarantine Moguls, specifically with regard to trade quotas of Blu-Tack and the Royalty Range of merchandise.


indeed, there is a continued silence on all issues from the UK and the BRIC Corp, collective manufacturers of the Royalty Range, are keen for a robodrone HALO recon mission as soon as international disagreement can be circumvented.


now the hair-weather with Danbury Fillingboat . . .  

  



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Monday, 21 August 2017

GUEST POST, MARION MICHELL 5 TEXTLINGS


Front cover of Supinely Sublimely

SUPINELY SUBLIMELY 
A BOOKLING BY MARION MICHELL
http://palewellpress.co.uk/Palewell-Publications.html#Supine-Sublime





TEXTLING #86
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Had a run-in with time and lay in the car, stiff as a bell’s tongue, and just as mute. Pain in aspiration stage – still hoping I’ll hurl myself against walls, eager to chime.
After a blurry episode give looking another go. Burgess Park is not itself right now: tiny, lifeless, the green of grass and foliage moulded in the same garish tones. Clouds, birds, a plastic sun, tacked on a smudge of blue. We too minuscule and stuck mid-move in a scale-model some architect should have improved.
Bed, at long last. Limbs scattered like mikado sticks; palms so painful they seem large as cities. Must have crashed across the continent, one hand throbbing in Rejkavik, the other limp in the Aegean Sea. Each crumple in my sheet a mountain ridge or carved out canyon, nuzzling the gash of me. A chore to breathe.
Days shivering in sleety weather zones. I pine for hot. PEMalaise me not!



TEXTLING #84
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by duane michals from pinterest

That moment in an old film when a double (diluted by light) departs the body of a character who just died and drifts out of view. As often as mind has room I fume a failproof lookalike who strolls about town. Oh, the places she has seen! Priceless when fancy factualises for a wisp of time. A caper on my scooter – first in a year, or two. Almost called out – look at me! – like a child riding her bike without stabilisers on. Hung a while on armchair at the bookshop twenty doors from mine, tried a little conversation. Turns out a semblance of normality is quite a strain.
In a matter of minutes home and supine again. Slept in clothes that night, entwined with spectre. Days later the idea of a repeat seems preposterous, but: elsedom was achieved, momentarily. Blue plaque please?



TEXTLING #63
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My elderly mom, out grocery shopping, is mugged not far from home. In bright light she is thrown to the ground and robbed of purse, vitality, and wobbly confidence. I, useless as a bowling pin, do not rush to her side, not by road, river, runway, sky. Tremulous voices steer a course, measured mouthfuls, the telephone astride my chest like a luckless charm. In time she rights herself, retraces daily routes to shops, dad’s grave, fast walks through empty fields, with fierce intent.
A friend of mine, severely ill, whose spirit rises every morning while she can but lie, does not share her mother’s dying hours, nor attend the funeral. Her grief, of which she cannot speak, her devastation, remain unbounded by communal rituals. Processing is inner, remembrance alone.
Not being there when we need to be, want to be, is felt, by us, no matter what the circumstances, as failed fidelity, incurring a debt of love.



TEXTLING #49
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A friend rings just as day breaks, greatly distressed. Where are the sails to set, the rams to slay, the crones to cast a soothing spell? The telephone sports a rodent’s tail. You have nothing to share but a two-step on ear-clock, and a piddling drip-feed of sympathy. Your heart jumps up the nearest tree. Leaves you a paper effigy.



TEXTLING #47
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from mmn.com

Not even 6 am and you’ve done a day’s spilling: first a glass of water on the rug, then a steaming mug of coffee over the bedstead. Your early bird vitality vouchers must have expired. You think the pint-sized delta in search of an ocean pretty (until it’s sunken), later picture an array of perfectly curved mirror panes with rounded edges (dimensions variable), laid out on a gallery floor; and, suspended from the ceiling, a circling flock of files and folders, wings wide, bulging with letters from the DWP. The splotches of Machu Picchu Ground on pillows, sheet, duvet, fail to fire up the muse once more. Brown! Mattress! Soaked! Depending how tired you are you start remedial action right away or try a snooze while stains seep. You like their smell. In the evening you snort your sleeve. 




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Trepidelation
from
SUPINESUBLIME 
MARION MICHELLS WORDPRESS BLOGLING
https://supinesublime.wordpress.com/




My House of Howls
from
MARION MICHELLS ARTLINGS & SELECTED WORK
http://www.marionmichell.com/page14.htm


Saturday, 19 August 2017

HANDS THAT DO DISHES


hans that do dishes


are as soft as gervais


with mild green 


hairy lip squid


http://www.painterspitstop.com/threads/an-old-joke-i-was-so-pleased-to-see-again.887/

Friday, 18 August 2017

TWO MORE POPLINGS




1. MONEY

i know what you DID

i whisper angrily
at the money
i drew out
the hole in the wall

i know EVERYTHING
and one day soon
we WILL be coming for you . . .

i was seeing red mist
i was puffed up with rage
i was absurd

but
the
two small plastic notes
showed
no
visible
reaction

and it was a small triumph enough
to
spend
them
on
books
by 

heller & wyndham & victoria e bynum

in
the
steam cleaned
twilight zone
of
a
charity
shop 



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2. BOMBS OUT THE STABLE DOOR

you built me

the bomb said

with your
cutting edge science

you KNOW what 
im gonna do next

so put me on a plane already

and
quit
your
whining

you didnt make custard pies
did you ?



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Thursday, 17 August 2017

TWO HUMBLE POPLINGS



1. MAYBE I SHOULD DO A SPREADSHEET

i dont know
that
i
could
ever
be
arrogant
enough
to
assume
to
speak
truthfully
on
my
own
dim motivations

best to 
reverse engineer
my
actions

to see whats what

these days




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pic from qualcomm.com





2. PREE-APOCAMALYPSE

everiebodie
shitts
gawld

if its commpost yoo need

and soon it wil bee

lawk aheed

and
plann
accawdinglie




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Wednesday, 16 August 2017

YESTERDAYS EDITS



when 

was 
solidstate & sarcastic
going faster miles an hour
i
was
a
streetside clothes horse
rapping elastic
in the mojo midnight
unsane
up
the
rec ground
climbing frame

harebrained in denim and nowhere free


~



& when i was a teflon pan
was an echo chamber 
of feedback & warehouse labour

filtered 
with 
hearsay
from thirty years away

denying
the
frying
inside

~

& when i shorted out
out of the simmer pot
& into the blue stove flames
i
became
a
flagellating phoenix
combing for codeine
in the dead gold drift wood
on
the
kitchen granite causeway

& i asked for oxy
in the new wave vault
for
all
the
ultra waves
from out the catchup tv

~


& now im an open book

with a split & busted spine

i

am
all 
water stained & edged with brown
with dried up 
slo-mo go-go glands

playing canute in the bathtub

with a heel in the plughole
medicated right-side-up
&
john woo shootout slow

my index awol

& anyway
its written
in 
hanging chad braille



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Tuesday, 15 August 2017

NETFLIX DAWN



when i used to go out
i
was
all
shutdown

performing my denial
in the curbstone night time

and now i am open
i
cant
make
it
into town

so i play at howard hughes
in the netflix dawn

and ebay is alchemy in the bed o clock noon
where 

stretch out 
in silence

counting the moons and the spoons



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Monday, 14 August 2017

GUEST POST, TWO POPS FROM SOME WRITER



 Collating words, 
 arranging them in patterns, 
 hanging them out in the ether, 
 waiting for the ink to dry. 

Some Writer


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 from pro.psychcentral.com 


Graffitied Slur

smashed the pin ground it into my skin graffitied slurs like "FAT COW" and "SLAG" across my back needled them in with balled fist then kissed me with that filthy mouth until you were reduced to nothing more than a sentient fuck buddy blowing back wasted sentiment to someone experimenting on a knife edge but in no way cut out to remain on it





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 from boingboing.net 


Measured Response everything is unraveling not slowly stitch by stitch but all in one go like an almighty fucking earthquake way off the richter scale propelling shards in no pre-ordained direction scattered in bits and I wish you would administer a measured response slip me back into my skin one last time





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Friday, 11 August 2017

HOMEBASE



the
young
guy
in
homebase
marches
down
the
paint
aisle
with insolence
on
his face

hes
ginger
and
more
freckle
than
skin
and
his insolence
tells
me
hes
been
told
hes
ginger
and
more
freckle
than 
skin

too many times

but
i
got
no
answer
for
that quiff




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from hairstylecamp.com

Thursday, 10 August 2017

CORPORATE POPS



PINSTRIPE DRAINPIPES

ceos are manson
in
golf
shoes
&
abercrombie

i see 
the family
funnel down
lombard st
in
the
5 pm

in the wine bars
of
fenchurch ave
lime st
&
at davys in unit 8

in their pinstripe drainpipes
they choose from over 40 wines
while i count my pennies
for
the
southbound
underground 



THE GOBLIN

did the goblin ever admit
his
manson lamps
were
rasputin eyes ?

there aint nobody i cant touch on the nose

he
still
says
2012
his flip flops on ebay

if i can touch you i can kill you

which 
all 
sounds 
pretty corporate
to me




BONUS GRAVY

theres foxes fighting
in
the
chicken shack

fighting for superyachts
shale gas
and
the
shopping compulsions
of 
the 
biomass billions

& all the smashed eggshells

are
just
acceptable collateral
&
bonus gravy

are
just
our
lives & children 




ONE CHOICE TOWNS

& theres bomb factories
propping up the marginals

sold as solid employment
in one choice towns

( &
  i 
  wouldnt
  say 
  its 
  not . . . )

but
how
is 
that 
good enough ?

good enough 
for the hearts 
that dont weep
to see the seaside

rolling death tv
on the 
beach cafe
flatscreen

& brown froth coming in
on the plastic tide


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from ebay.co.uk

Wednesday, 9 August 2017

BLUEPRINT FOR ANOTHER POEM



i could start with
maybe that i dreamt
my neighbours
were
all
lego

that maybe they 
piled blue mattresses
up on my drive

and maybe i complained reasonably
and
oozed
out
underneath
the 
window sill
like an escaping octopus

and maybe next
i will muse 
that
heaven can be a place on earth

if you read milton
and
listen to only

pacific ocean blue

for
three
days
straight

and maybe i would tell you
what horrors happened bogside

explaining again 
that tired earthy ritual

and
how
i
searched there

for an enigmatic
sign off last line

as thoughtful a goodbye
as the jangle song
of the cistern waterfalls
urgent maintenance rush

and its draining mournful coda hiss






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Tuesday, 8 August 2017

UNICORNS IN THE SLAUGHTER HOUSE



so
self absorbed
are
the
unicorns in the slaughter house

appearing like a vision
six
feet
above
the killing floor 

that it doesnt break their hearts
to see the city

~

and that they dont know
means i dont know
if they should know

in
case

ignorant unicorns

dream floating
on rainbow gas

is
as
close
to
free
as
we
can
get 

~

and i am medicated and filed
and my file is tagged

- generic western
- a privileged kind of poor
- artistically marginal
- class z economic unit
- possible self help fodder
- possible drug seeking behaviour

when everyone 
going to the drs
is guilty of
drug seeking behaviour

its the western way
if
the mind is a busted tool box
filled
with
busted tools

so its scrips or the street
whatever it takes
to be a unicorn 

with a golden mane
and a tail of stars
preening
above 
the
abattoir
souls



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from ebaumsworld.com