Wednesday, 28 November 2012
David Berridge, from The Poet is Working
An extract from The Poet is Working by David Berridge, forthcoming from Department Press
Sunday, 25 November 2012
27.11.2012
Poetry /// from Department Press
Please join Department Press at Kraak, Manchester on
Tuesday 27 November from 7.30 pm to hear readings from Sarah Crewe, Andy
Spragg, Gareth Twose and Rhys Trimble.
Entry is free.
***
Sarah Crewe has recently co-edited Catechism:
Poems For Pussy Riot. Her chapbook Aqua Rosa was released
by erbacce earlier this year. She has a forthcoming chapbook, flick
invicta, with Oystercatcher in 2013. She co-edits M58, an ezine for visual
poetry, with Andrew Taylor. She has had work in Department,
Otoliths, the Red Ceilings blog, erbacce and
has work forthcoming in Tears In The Fence.
Andrew Spragg is a poet, performer and critic.
His books include The Fleetingest (Red Ceiling Press), Notes
for Fatty Cakes (Anything Anymore Anywhere) and cut out (Department
Press). He edits Infinite Editions, a blog that publishes free poetry postcards
for download and distribution.
Gareth Twose is currently organiser of Writers'
Forum North. Co-organiser of recent Manchester Poets for Pussy Riot
event. Has recently had poems published in Sunfish, Depart, Assent,
Litter web zine and 3 am (forthcoming). Formerly a newspaper
journalist.
Rhys Trimble: welsh poet of degrees & cutter &
perforce performer DEARHWCH, PRY-LLWYD BLAIDD-BLOEDDIWR rascal...Bilingual poet
based in Bethesda, North Wales . Improvisor interested in medieval welsh DEAD
language & bilingual poetry, music/poetry, collaborations, digital-art and
avant POST garde writing practices. Editor of Ctrl+Alt+Del http://cad.theabsurd.co.uk Ezine
and studying for a ‘psychomythogeographical’ PhD in creative writing. Stick
banger, SHOUTYMAN.
***
Ali Znaidi, three poems
radiation//radioactivity//
& the red sun discharges its radioactive rays
& the red sun spits radioactive invisible lava
stuffed w/ damp daffodils, the little ditches
smile at the radioactive contrite promises of
the red sun
& the red roses begin to carve a garden of
radioactive blood where children’s laughters
chime
sun red sun
decants red wine
for daffodils
radioactive promises rehearsed
...
...
Fig Hallucinations
reconfigurations
fringe
fridge
achromatic
romanticisation
regiment
...
...
Spelling Mistakes
rite a passage a boat dying your hair
then weight till you get what you want
I want to take notice first
& wash my face w/ a hand full of water
*
Ali Znaidi lives in Redeyef, Tunisia where he teaches English at Tunisian public secondary schools. He writes poetry and has an interest in literature, languages, and literary translations. His work has appeared in The Camel Saloon, phantom kangaroo, BoySlut, The Rusty Nail, Shot Glass Journal, the fib review, streetcake magazine, Ink Sweat and Tears, Mad Swirl, The Red Ceilings blog, & other ezines. His debut poetry chapbook Experimental Ruminations was published in September 2012 by Fowlpox Press (Canada). He also writes flash fiction for the Six Sentence Social Network—http://sixsentences.
Saturday, 17 November 2012
Chris Stephenson, from REALITY HACK
Time.
Administered Daily.
On Earth as it is
inside the limited plane of Consciousness.
This
week’s episode
Extracted
from the brains of circus animals.
Mass
multiple personality syndrome
fashioned
with strobe lighting and fluoride
daytime
tv polygraph tests.
Singing,
swearing and praying corpus callosum.
That’s
what happens when we take too much medication.
Implants
can block a complete understanding.
Additional
memory chips could provide 700 extra emotions.
Richly
suggestive obscurity
Nonsensical
surface-performance.
Primary
order resonance
in the
pixelated ZOOM IN.
£4.94 a week at 29.9% interest
plasma screen tomorrow obliterates today.
“This is our most up to date version of reality”
All
sectors replicate the whole.
No
definite location.
Disembodied
frequency perception.
Within
the atoms
Unoriginated, Uncreated
A
profound illusion
*
*
It’s a nasty little bug
Gets in under the fingernails and breeds there
Spreading signals throughout the epidermis.
The nagging suspicion that
You will NEVER be great, that YOU will
NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING.
Splattercough
Your sour faced sense of entitlement
into the back of that toddler’s head.
“I was bored sat around
so I took some laxative”
“If you go and see Grandma
She’ll give you some tomato sauce sandwiches”
“What did you do?”
“I stuck a trowel in somebody’s leg”
“People hang themselves around here if you give them too
much string”
This is EMBOLISM No.85
and there are barely fifteen minutes left of your life.
‘God being supremely good and omnipotent
must produce the best possible world all the time/
And although the lower surface is often coloured in an
obscure manner
as a protection/
Sometimes
Life
Is
Cretinous
Empty
Stupidity
Lodges
Internally
Choking
Empathy
/here the largest sheep goes astray, the one of which
the shepherd is particularly fond of.’
Charity Shop
(Do You want a
bag with that, Dear?)
False
leg
Hand
gun
Box of
Human hair
Urn of
ashes
False
teeth
Enema
kit
Jar of
gallstones
Used
disposable nappies
Glass
eye in a velvet lined box
Baby
mice
Sellotape
Meerkat
Pirate
DVD of Michael Jackson’s Moonwalker.
Half
empty tube of Durex lubricant
Canoe
Emergency
distress flare
Luminous
pink distressed leather dildo fist
Shower
cubicle
34 year
old condom
Freeze dried
astronaut ice cream
Live
parrot
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Today’s White Self Satisfied Middle Class Art Safari through
‘broken’ Britain is sponsored by IBUCALM (400mgs in candy pink handful doses)
And includes the works
Yorkshire
Pudding Time Dilation 60cm x 80cm
Acrylic,
automatic writing and Ouija Board activity on canvas.
Ever took a
punch to the ribcage, Sonny? 120cm x 120cm
Acrylic,
nightmares and sociopathic daydreams on canvas.
I Am Your Hand.
60cm x 80cm
Acrylic,
self congratulatory spit on the wall and hypocrisy on canvas.
VITTU : Triptych. 180cm x 240cm
Acrylic,
human detritus, inter-dimensional flotsam, collage, on wooden panels.
The 9 Billion
Names of God. 37mm x 35mm
Black
ink on First Class Royal Mail postage stamp.
If You are not
hungry, I urge You not to eat. 185cm x 132cm
Acrylic,
collage, diseased souls in denial reflecting in Ikea mirrors.
*
FIRST
TRANS PENNINE EXPRESS
POLITE
NOTICE
No matter how hard you try
You will NOT manage to
still
The empty gnawing horror
of The Abyss
By calling EVERYONE in
your phone book
the moment you go on the
train
to tell them that you just
got on the train.
By attention deficit
disorder cycling
through every single
polyphonic, newly downloaded ringtone
until everyone feels like
strangling you.
By shouting loudly that
you don’t give a monkeys
what anyone thinks of you,
while desperately
drawing attention to yourself
by using
tinny bass free pointless
speakers
to play the finest
chipmunk speedfreak broken beats.
Thank
you for your co operation.
*
The Elimination of feeling
spirals out of states of
unsatisfied ravenous desire.
Earthquakes, violent acts
drugs, crime and obesity
land erosion, depletion.
More locks, more alarms.
$876 billion exquisitely crafted
Third Eye murder.
The Western Worlds indiscretions
a painful withdrawal sound.
American exported inattention
hardwired to permanently desire
more memories of celebrity events.
Most modern collective memory
a multimedia Thodol list.
How to police tape second bardo.
The always on television
Ronald Reagan euphoria window
the keep your child connected
cheap and abundant
cable channel established
full "phantom" purchasing capacity
"live better today" children
daydreaming nothing.
"The TV babysitter"
created particular parental traits .
Inattention.
Hyperactivity.
Impulsivity.
ADHD.
Forgetfulness.
FEAR.
Television news fear.
Fear
air pollution.
Fear
negative home equity.
Fear
population reduction.
Fear
giant asteroids.
Fear
the only soul we can attain
airbrushed by artists.
Fear
ways of life we don’t recognise
.
"Fear
people who fear”
Fear
foreign dependence.
Mindless Consumerism
tries and fails to discover existence.
We are
being sped-up, slowed down.
A
continuous barrage
overflowing
with the beautiful/the terrible.
Moronic
sitcoms fuel
motion
picture larval state.
Shows
are guardians of the West’s basic imprisonment.
Television offers viewers the chance to keep the dead inside
you.
Celebrity is a person become reflex, Future Production.
Education
merely illusions emanating the TV how box.
Unable
to avoid dream overlapping.
Lifestyle
choices imprinted in the lonely night.
Recognize
the Voidness as Humans defer The Now.
Disposable century daily
examples of escape
6 billion and counting living in fear.
Media mentality 8th century.
Happy to bomb them back to the stone age
while
the dumb jock soils himself
the housewife heart gives out
Subconscious-deep-brain
dreams
of Deferred Debt Repayment descend again.
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They are trying to take my teeth. Taking out
different ones and tossing them away or just replacing them in the same gum holes
when they realise they are no good. They are looking for one that can take an
implant. Teeth
everywhere. Falling out. Too many overflowing
from my mouth. Horrible, helpless sensation. I keep finding them in my hand.
Dry. Bone. Enamel. Silver fragments of filling.
They keep finding things wrong. Some teeth
are too small, with massive long twisted, elaborate root systems. Some are huge
and bulbous, like mutated potatoes. Some already have implants inside somehow.
This appears to be a source of confusion and serious concern to them.
My teeth can play music. Bizarro world
sensation. Each tooth plays multiple sounds and notes when I open and close my
mouth. It is very strange at first. Mouth farting clumsy noises like an entire
band of mouth
organs and accordions being tuned up. Starts
to become intuitive. Simple. Natural. Im able to play music just by opening and
closing my mouth. The teeth don’t move at all, although it feels like they
should move like keys.
I am playing an elaborate version of the tune
from Close Encounters. Funny. Hilarious. I wake up laughing and smiling. Later,
can’t shake a strange remnant that this was all just another layer of the dream
designed to obscure what they were really doing to me.
Thursday, 15 November 2012
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