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Stunted State Turf **(contains strong language)**

April 30th, 2012 22 comments

 


 
 
 

Dad was a racist cunt.

Not
that I minded the leather-faced bugger,
‘cept when the bigotry became a bludgeon.

From
a different age; his outrage at being thrust
into the midst of multicultural mélange

was audible two doors down.

 

Dad was a racist cunt.

but
he frowned on the National Front. “Neo-Nasties”,
“Hitler-Spawn” – we fought like buggery till dawn,

till
drawn and shit-knackered, shattered – and we still
can’t squeeze out the despicable spectre.

No,
Dad was for Red Constitution. Working-Man’s-Rights
kind (Brit Whites, mind); Trad Labour scrimp-n’-saver.

Toffs
as bad as the fookin’ Blacks and Pakis. Got yer back,
mate, if you save me a place n’ a pint n’ not a damn

word ’bout Third-World affairs.

 

Dad, the racist cunt, swims in my ink;

writing,
I hear the Professor’s mantra – Show, don’t tell – soft,
steady, in the ears of this arid mind, wooing monsoon.

Dad
thought he’d taught his son nowt about the merits of
bigotry; resting in rotting plywood a few feet beneath

stunted State turf, he’d shown him The World.

 

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Blue Jaw

March 26th, 2012 21 comments

 

Chancellor George Osborne with The Budget neatly packed away


 
 

We are         (re)possessed by plastic;
                    by pedlars of ticky-tack
                    gimcrack gewgaw.

We are         warring trading floors,
                    warring with the desert
                    arm of the axis.

And you,       blue-blood
                    blue jaw-jaw dinosaur

remain          possessed by
                     Class War.

 
 

The Conservative Government of The United Kingdom, in their Annual Budget announcement of Wednesday 23 March, revealed they are cutting the rate of tax for the richest (those on incomes of £150,000+), and reducing age-related Pension benefits.

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Dirt of the Doyen (Bad News Pt II)

March 10th, 2012 12 comments

 

 
 

Watch Murdoch Junior jump from the kitchen.
The scandal, instead of slipping,
surges like blood-pressure of
the doyen McDonald’s masticator.

A nasty carmine enriches dirt on
the hands, glooping a sullied syrup -
‘Murdoch’ a little too much like ‘murder’
(as in ‘getting away with’).

The Father, The Sun, the Wholly Toast.
Well, almost. We won’t be happy until
Sun is ripped from Sky, and Fox
is hounded into a hunter’s barrel.

Er, Amen.

 
 

James Murdoch, son and heir to the mighty News Corp media empire currently run by his father Rupert (which includes the Fox Network), has stepped down as top dog of the corporation’s European arm in the wake of the phone-hacking scandal of last Summer that is only intensifying as an official report, which will almost certainly be damning, is imminent, and further trouble in the form of The Sun newspaper revealed as rife with high-level bribery and corruption. The Sun is under threat, as The News of the World was, and likewise Murdoch’s share in British Sky Broadcasting (BSkyB), which, just before the scandal broke out, they were making an aggressive play for majority share in. As Murdoch Junior retreats to New York a token third-in-command, News Corp sways on unsteady foundations. How they manage to keep The Times and The Sunday Times upstanding, quality papers is beyond me.

Bad News (Pt I) relates to the News of the World closure, which was the best news I’d heard in a long time. This could be even better.

 

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(not yours) – visual edition

February 11th, 2012 10 comments

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(not yours)

December 14th, 2011 8 comments

 
 

He’s credo-desecrated; she
is censorship-truncated. They

are mutually masturbat-
ed, grappled, self-inflated. They,

defamatory overweight-
ed, dappled, self-elated. They

want time with God (not yours) today.

I’m cold, refuse disclosure; we
are told the ruse has censure. They,

of confrontational compo-
sure; dark-meat self-exposure. They

are pushingploughing fast foreclo-
sure; white-meat weapons kosher. They

need time with God (not yours) today.

 

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(pre)Occupied

November 26th, 2011 31 comments

 

NYC Police guard the famed bronze Bull Statue from Occupy Wall Street protestors

 
 
 

(out)classist Zen, dour Marxist yen
  unwelcome resting here
night:stick the pigs back in the pen
  torn figments of a year

no turning back, no pushing on
  unwelcome resting here
the sink-sunk rides old suns outshone
  torn figments of a year

to watch and flinch while women, men
  unwelcome resting here
stand weak in words beyond their ken
  torn figments of a year

the lighting flickers, then it’s gone
  unwelcome resting here
the power’s out for Jane and John
  torn figments of a year

preoccupied with Occupy
  unwelcome resting here
as Occident’s wrung wraithly dry
  torn figments of a year

 
 
 

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pluperfect cruelty (beauty of the beast)

November 5th, 2011 35 comments

 

 
 

congregate, philosophise
negotiate; trip the tenuous compass of mores

eat, fuck, shit, sleep

reincarnate, empathise
dedicate; weep on white at pluperfect cruelty

eat, sleep, shit, sleep

music-make, romanticise
thus spake; plead ivory towers from gown and gavel

gather, eat, fuck, shit

painstake, synthesise
for art’s sake; frame from cauldrons of cortex conception

eat, fuck, shit, sleep

kill
kill
kill

vindicate, rationalise

run (on)

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Off-Piste (Unfuck the World)

October 13th, 2011 32 comments

 

 
 

Ditch by the dilapidated buttress
has my name
poorly pissed into it by a drunken sentry.

Needing to squeeze
the ill-kemp ennui from bittersweet me,
traversing the headlands stealing Trafalgar,
Gibraltar, Pillars of Hercules;

got a physique on short-term lease,
teasing out tattered virility,
percolated coffee-grind mind.

Mindset.

Mind set,
mind where you sit. Or shit.
Do it on your doorstep.
Not mine, not theirs.

Who cares?

‘Unfuck the World’ – nice t-shirt -
cause célèbre Wall Street picket plaudits:
gonna get your hands in the dirt?

How does your garden grow?

Packaged in poly- on sterile shop shelves,
praising plastic neodeities
for fossil-fuel deliverance -
until the slick black,
force-bled from our Mother,
runs dry from drilled vaginas.

Permanent PMT;
increase in natural disasters
hardly surprising. She’s rising.

I’m pissed, pissed off, off, off-colour, colouring,
but my name has sunk now from the
pissed-sentry-piss-ditch piss-off.

Off-piste epistemology.

</rant>

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Badger

September 16th, 2011 20 comments

 

 
 



Destroying buoyant aid
surging the planet’s largest lockup

(Alcatraz never dreamt
such island alienation).



State-Sponsored Terrorism
feigns law, pretends sense, claims pretence.


Chocolate without milk: darkest, bitter.



Another sanctioned skip towards Genocide -
does wearing a badge make
that surging chest Holier with pride?

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Bad News

July 30th, 2011 12 comments

 

 

Ha! The News of the World
gossip of soulsold hacks
paparazzi moralacks
xenoflags finally furled

BSky bid force-failed
spivspin media mogul
facing humble pie

The Does were had by the Fox
but hunting is back in season
gun down the repulsive reason
for agit-prop missile-locks



Odious Right-Wing media magnate Rupert Murdoch‘s global News Corporation enterprise, which includes Fox News, the disgustingly self-righteous and xenophobic British Sun tabloid and until very recently the equally heinous News of the World, has finally found itself in a quagmire that means more than just the loss of the bid to fully acquire British Sky Broadcasting (BSkyB), and a closure of the News of the World. The British Government was ready to bend to the man and allow him even more media influence in the BSkyB bid, as suddenly out came the mobile phone-hacking scandal – abducted children, 9/11 victims, 7/7 victims mobile voicemail messages had all been hacked for the sake of news headlines. The corruption inherent in News Corp is embedded deep and thick, as senior police officials and others have been forced to resign having taken bribes from the News of the World. The octogenarian Australian admitted to having the “humblest day” of his life after a member of the public landed a cream pie square in his face during a Parliamentary hearing on the 19th of July 2011.

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