theJABBERwockyEXPERIMENT

pluvalia pluvella.

2011-06-13T14:37:00.001Z

NEVER try and catch babies
with MAGNETS.

2011-05-26T15:13:00.000Z

Ah-ha.

2011-04-13T12:55:00.000Z

on vacant beaches, absent minded mermaids metronome stiff sugar, and for pirate ghostships, all starglow, stitch frozen linen graffiti sails to ancient driftwood.

stain.

2010-09-30T13:13:00.000Z

The cosmos is a stain
smudged across a table top
by a loose sleve
and left there to evaporate
by a disinterested coffee drinker.

Barbery Cartlunge. (She invented Cabbage)

2010-08-15T10:41:00.005Z

We (thee aforth mentioned) art gradely and strangely attracted tomb Barbery Cartlidge, (sicksty ninth) and herb wave of writhing style when sheep dose writhe. Herb stories are great, arn't Dave; Phil'd with lobs of squashbuckling sword fishing heros ant whining wet heroins. Herb Miss Spelling ist oslo intriguing, asp all off its contortions and original confusery ant rubbings out grapely amuse. Yes, weep known sheep wear a lot of Pink-a-lot, buff dad we dont mind munch. Ah! Barbery Cartlunge, my great old grantsmotherer; she like aunt old, comfty wet blanket; swat a lovely laby; In fact, now that eye come to stink of it; she reminds me a lottery oft that old John Wave, that farmhouse Americanized bicycling cowboy. Didn't he leaf his horse somewhere? Aw! Barberry Carpool, eye say a gin, what a glovely layday: if only sheep had a gun.

2010-04-17T11:17:00.001Z

Due to inflation - a bird in the hand is now worth three in the bush.

2010-04-16T14:14:00.000Z

"My greatest attributes are my bad manners and my ill-bread nature. For the first I can thank my father, and for the second, I can thank my mother.

Now tell me, dear sir, do you mind if I dribble on your shoes."

notes for village celebration.

2009-01-30T12:51:00.005Z

cling film
banana pudding
lard, sausage, rubber gloves
drink
several types of glorification
various types of head decoration
music
pipes drums, may
pole, drink

2008-01-24T20:50:00.000Z

some of my intrests (1)
the beatles
(their originality) (their humour) (how did you find america) (turn left at greenland) (their tape digital musical experiments)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QShSmpI0r9k

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2007-11-13T12:01:00.000Z

Friday, 24 August 2007

dAdAfamilyPHOTO
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some of my intrests (11)dadaJUNK(but what is that fiendish commotion) (mine HERB) (i can ear you save) (pulling up quickly your pyjamas) (whine) (tis mine old foppish pal getrude stime swapping vicious blokes with that devilish ivor cutlery) (and all over an arrangement of bedpans that are meant to spell out GIVE PEACE A CAMP upon a deserted bum in brighton) (and the beagles) (dirk nasty stig and barry) (oslo sometides nosed as them dam ruttles) (those loveable mop tops frog the bendy banks ov the ribbon mercy) (will provide) (free of change) (a snog track of weird sound) (ant all played out backwaves across the ceramic lips of a nineteen fifties bathtub) (grievously signed in nude biro by a mister all bert hand stand) (ant all stacked up full with naked choir bouys in briefs)http://www.esnips.com/doc/7471a4b2-8395-4cde-b9a5-522994444220/dadaJUNKb.-A-stiff-frost-clicks-along-in-this,-as-the-spider,-across-the-speackled-egg,-crawls

dadaJUNK (some of) my interests.

2007-07-26T15:29:00.000Z

dadaJUNK
(some of) my interests
(my greatest attributes are my bad manners and my ill-bred nature) (for the first I can thank my father) (and for the second i can thank my mother) the beatles(their originality) (their humour) (their tape digital musical experiments) traveling wilburys after the beatles split they reformed a year later as the travelling wilburys but tax complications each of the beatles had to change his name george harrison (tom Petty as Bob Dylan) Tom Petty George Harrison Jeff Lynne Roy Orbison Bob Dylan
john lennon(books) (in his own rite) (a spaniard in the works)(reality leaves a lot to the imagination) (as usual there is a great woman behind every idiot) (time you enjoy wasting was not wasted) (life is what happens when you're busy making other plans) (i get by with a little help from my friends) yoko ono (her book/grapefruit) (everybodys an artist) (everybodys god) (its just that theyre inhibited) (history) (i dont believe in history) george martin (beatles music producer) (abbey road) (well i certainly did use backward music) (i would tend to do that all the time) (i tended to do all sorts of weird things just to get effects) british humour (monty python) (fawlty towers) ivor cutler (his eccentricity/(his squeeze box) (imperfection is an integral part of perfection)spike milligan (how long was i in the army? five foot eleven) (a sure cure for seasickness is to sit under a tree) (i have the body of an eighteen year old i keep it in the fridge) (i thought i'd begin by reading a poem by shakespeare but then I thought why should i he never reads any of mine) lewis carroll (begin at the beginning and go on till the end then stop) (but I don't want to go among mad people said alice oh you cant help that said the cat we're all mad here) (everythings got a moral if only you can find it) (no good fish goes anywhere without a porpoise) (politics) (a definition) (the rule is jam tomorrow and jam yesterday but never jam today) (the slithy toves did gire and gimble in the wabes) (well slithy means lithe and slimy) (and lithe is the same as active) (you see it's like a portmanteau) (there are two meanings packed up into one word) marcel duchamp(art has absolutely no existence as veracity) (as truth) (i force myself to contradict myself (each and every day) (so as to avoid conforming to my own taste) (its true of course humor is very important in my life as you know) (thats the only reason for living in fact) john cage(i have nothing to say) (i am saying it) (and that is poetry) dada (dada is now more irrelevant than it ever was and for that we truly thank god) zen (discovering the sound of one hand clapping) nonduality (and all other esoteric practices (including pataphysics) that i dont understand) architecture (like life and like the penis its always upright (about men) and about angles) bedrooms (why are they always upstairs) philosophy (but only the dangerous kind) art (i don't know how to organise thoughts i don't know how to have thoughts) (jasper johns on art) the surrealists (the approval of the public must be avoided above all) (the public must be forbidden to enter if confusion is to be avoided) (andre breton on surrealism) on visiting art galleries (of course im an elitist) (you wouldnt expect to understand plumbing in an afternoon) (so why do they expect to understand art in an afternoon) automatic writing (while the footsie flounders around two point two in the deep end) (and foreign forgeries fall appallingly to a new low on the foster parent) (freedom develops a fresh kind of surprising fourth arm) (with which it deftly designs in velveteen and corrugated iron) (a new line in paris frocks) popular music (things are so bad that the middle of the road (now extends) all the way over to the kerb) (some of them make cliff richard's look revolutionary) chinese whispers (a game in which each successive participant secretly whispers to the next a phrase or sentence whispered to them by the preceding participant) (Cumulative errors from mishearing often result in the sentence heard by the last player differing greatly and amusingly from the one uttered by the first) (chinese whispers is often invoked as a metaphor for cumulative error especially the inaccuracies of rumour) rumour (to which I like to listen to which i like to add) lies (the bigger the better and) (the more outrageous they are the more often they are believed) chance (chance favours only the prepared mind) (chance is the providence of adventurers) play. the group (no knee pan handle jones and his mister men trying to channel the universe) (they dont exist yet but when they do) (me) (grape wing fool hardy smith) (the third) (will certainly be their leader) youtube (you tube me and i'll tube you) nonduality (i'll sing you a song with no words or no tune) (once again) the sound of one hand clapping) references (ant sum inn jabberwocky) (but what is that fiendish commotion) (mine HERB) (i can ear you save) (pulling up quickly your pyjamas) (whine) (tis mine old foppish pal gertrude stime swapping vicious blokes with that devilish ivor cutlery) (and all over an arrangement of bedpans that are meant to spell out GIVE PEACE A CAMP upon a deserted bum in brighton) (and the beagles) (dirk nasty stig and barry) (oslo sometides nosed as them ruttles) (those loveable mop tops frog the bendy banks of the ribbon mercy) (will provide) (free of change) (a snog track of weird sound) (ant all played out backwards across the ceramic lips of a nineteen fifties bathtub) (grievously signed in nude biro by a mister egg plant of einstein) (ant all stacked up full with naked choir boys in briefs) fiords (and a disgruntled teapot out of its territory and wandering) (met a willow patterned plate that didn't speak crockery) (oh heavens (above) exclaimed the teapot) (splashing darjeling over a doily of bystanders) (careful) (complained the doilies in chorus) (you are badly staining our stampings) (but just then (around the cupboard) came a wooden spoon) (just back from being presented to a rowing team) relationships (i love you (because you) hate me) jabberwocky (we take language apart tightly and not two damage it) (but instep) (to putt it backside forwards and two gather it agame) (inn a more joyous chorus of fragrant exhale that more mostly be(ne)fits we yall) (ant not just the tall) (for inn the cumming society) (that wilt mysteriously erect itself) (ant more spontaneously) (out of the heart giving vibration that is laughter) (we will awl in nakedness and revealing belly laugh) (clown nose) (and knock knock joke, leap-froggingly go) (and I'll also tell you this Jimmy and I'll tell you this) (that the drink certainly helps) brass eyeto be continued

Never try to gaze into the eyes of a fireman's son.

2007-03-17T12:12:00.001Z

Never try to gaze into,
the eyes of a fireman's son, says a jolly man
on the radio, for you, badly prepared as you are,
will not be able to withstand his fierce sunsets.

Outside it's raining tennis balls. Outside it's raining pages
from a long report on the Spanish Inquisition. Outside
it's raining.

In order to please you
I hatch beautiful right-angled triangles out of mature yellow squares,
but most, unfortunatly, turn out to be terribly sticky.

You wanna, don't you, look inside my cupboards.
I would let you, you suddenly say,
but you can't sing.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, you murmour,
as though trapped inside an average sized stone.

My father taught me, you continue, as a useful social skill,
to projectile-vomit insults, like volcanic fire from bicycle pumps.

What I need is the right guy, in the right place, at the right time.

Attempting to distract you, watch out for those falling flickering futons, I say,
guiding you gently around the newly erected barriers. But you,
stubbournly independent as usual,
pull roughly away;

continue to cast wicked spells at the passing ice floes!

2007-03-17T12:12:00.000Z

Have You Seen Captain Planet's Fake Rubber Hands.

2007-03-07T11:26:00.003Z

He wore a green hat, red
shoes, red shirt; said his wife
looked best, with her hair on fire.
Called himself a Rediculist. Only read
the cover of books: The Man Who
Gave his Coat to a Goat: Ten Good Ways
to Die. Take the HE out of HEART
he'd say, and you've got ART.
Pinned to his lapel a small button that read:
Sometimes a Copy is as good as
The Real Thing. Said, he
looked a lot more like himself
when he was twenty three.

Keep off the grass.

2007-01-28T11:07:00.003Z

I tried Democracy once
but I didn't like it. I gave
my seat to an old lady
on a bus, but she just
took it home and
burnt it.

I think Democracy
is just for the
masses.

Isn't democracy a grand thing.

2007-01-28T11:07:00.002Z

Out in the meadows
a quiet massacre

that is not picked up

by the faulty microphones
of the masses is underway.

Can you lend me a minesweeper, inquires
the dusty old General through his mouth,
to a small girl next to him, who was busily picking flowers

for a funeral.

For you see, my dear, continues the General, in a rather stiff

and brittle manner, I'm afraid that all of our mis-spellings and continual

abuse of standard english, have eventually come home to roost.

JOKE.

2007-01-17T14:22:00.000Z

Charles Dickens: Please, sir, I'd like a martini.
Bartender: Sure thing. Olive or twist?

Dada is a Cabaret o.k.

2007-01-15T19:32:00.000Z

dada is
a cabaret, o.k.
of tripping cabinet makers
all entertaining a cacophony
of graduating cadets
on caffeine and cola
each dressed in newly pressed
caftan and calico cagoules
sacrificing on an alter of cabbage cake
inside a caterwauling cathedral
in chile
a hand reared calf
planned and
cut according to
the carefully prescribed custom
described in
the Copper Calligraphy
of Camber Callow The Mature
For Sure.

The Heat in Wheat.

2007-01-11T19:05:00.000Z

Jonny was a mind
of information. Did you know
for ink stand, heed say, that WHEAT
has got a WHEAT and a HEAT and an EAT
and an AT and a TEA in it.
And look, heel say,
sitting down at his tripe
writer, it's easy, you just press any
quay, and all the worms
come out here; worms like; Footballer,
or Bingo Caller, or Natalie; I like Natalie,
And did you know,
heal say [if yew let hymn]
that if you rearrange the letters
in william shakespeare's name you get,
I am a weakish speller.
And if you rearrange the leppers
in madonna louise ciccone's name
you get,
occasional nude income.
Ant if you rearrange the letters
in charlie chaplin's name
you get,
what a bloody silly and annoying little twit.
Yeah. Jolly was a midden of inspiration,
and often morgue.

2007-01-10T23:10:00.000Z

Some advice for Harry.

2007-01-08T00:08:00.001Z

"You can never step into
the same river twice," said Harry, putting down
his coffee cup. "Your quite wrong,
said George, bending down,
picking up his baseball bat.
"You can never step into
the same river once."

"Then what", asked Harry,
"is the sound of one hand clapping."

"Well that's easy", replied George,
while reaching out to hang his serviette
upon a nearby kneeling seaman.
"It's the simple sound of silence
in unison."

George, you see, was a sixth grader.
He also had several degrees in gravel manipulation,
a brother in the police force,
and numerous go-karts
in various lock-up
garages.

2006-12-15T16:54:00.000Z

Here come old flat top.

2006-12-10T12:20:00.000Z

The Beagles. With Jog Lemmon ant Pause McCartliage. Two loveable Moptops frog the Liverpudlian side. They knew Lewis Carol you knome, and Alice Through Her Lookingpants. Also listen out for Lemmons, Long and Whining Rope that leaps me to your Dog, its a grape snicker.

In the Stylie of the Zurich Knomes, this am a grape snog frog a beagle, ant he was only sick at the tide. Why knot heave a little list to it. If you must. Ant sorry terribly if Ive upended any copytight person, but it was just lying about, you sea, so i just lifted it. P.S. Have you also read Lawrence Was a Small Budgie, by the same authors and person. You can get it in a book frog a liability. Maybe theres a one at the bottom of your creep. Why not have a log out your window ledge. But dope fall out. Eye will also like to think, and proportinatly, the fine REMIXVAD forth this grape re-fix, him is just FAB aint he, of course him ham. Or maybe he's a boy. Who snores? It's awl a grape misery. Just like the Big Bag that's started it awl. So happy Christmiss Cake to every bodies booty. Ant re-member. Don't talk sense talk nonsense. It swill bring about Piece quicklier. Communicake Number Clickity Click. Frog the jabberWOCKYfoundation. WHOSE LEADER IS GEORGE.

Here come old flat top, he come grooving up slowly, he got joo joo eyeballs
He want holy roller, He got hair down to his knees, Got to be a joker he just do what he please He wear no shoeshine, he got toe jam football, he got monkey finger
He shoot Coca Cola, he say I know you, you know me, One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
Come together, right now, over me
He bag production, he got walrus gumboot, he got O-no sideboard
He one spinal cracker, he got feet down below his knees, Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease
Come together, right now, over me
He roller coaster, he got early warning, he got muddy water, he one Mojo filter
He say one and one and one is three, got to be good looking 'cos he's so hard to see
Come together right now, over me.

Jonh Lennon.

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2006-12-07T14:47:00.000Z

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2006-12-07T12:26:00.003Z

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A Short Peace In The England Languishing.

2006-11-25T10:59:00.000Z

Kits today dolt even know they are bald [or sticky]. In my Dave
yew couldn't even buy a hoodie (or a crocodile.) We had two higher hours from a higher shop. Ant even tent the hoodie bit
was "oft' times missing." We called them jackets [from the French: meaning Jacket] and to scarse the oldies [whose in those daves were only twenty five yards of age, because the died youngsters]
we kept a fresh feret in every pocket. Two, on a Tuesday. The kilts today! Phew! They dolt evening known they are bored.

2006-11-16T14:56:00.001Z

[left click to enlarge image.]

"He

had

black

belt

biting."

2006-11-03T10:57:00.000Z

Look, what's it got to do with me. That bird was here when I got here, dear.

2006-10-30T19:24:00.000Z

Do not print here.

Altered Art Catalogue.

2006-10-26T09:00:00.000Z

Six
Altered
Art
Cat
alogues.

Catalogues altered in Art Gallery coffee bar. Five Altered Catalogues were then returned to their original display stand. We then stuck around for a while and watched the gallery goers reactions. So, have a day out. Take scissors, glue sticks. Get yourself exhibited. But don't get caught. They don't (for some odd reason) seem to like we doing this kind of thing. Works best in one of those Big Elitist Places. You can also take along some small pieces of your own and scatter them about. Leave some small, home made poetry books, in the Book Shop.

THE SHOWER.

2006-10-19T12:45:00.000Z

WHILE YOUR FATHER IS SHORT BUT SURE
YOUR MOTHER
IS JUST ONE SHOVE AWAY
FROM A VERY PUBLIC SHRIEK.

Flapjack, flap. A Quick Digest of Various Dips and Dives.

2006-10-19T12:30:00.000Z

Fig Roll.
George Felps threw a three, flapped his arms
(a bit) then awkwardly pulled on the supplied snorkel
and provided mask.

Chocolate Finger.
Alice Hands threw a six and a nine then picked up the card
that instructed her to shove a strawberry mivvy
through the nearest convenient key hole.

Marshmallow Delight.
Morty Fender threw a one and then attempted to levitate.
He rose sixteen inches from the floor before falling back again
with a heavy clump onto the carpet.

Fruity Hobnob.
The referee, stood behind a wicker fence in the corner,
dressed as a traffic warden and wearing a cheap imitation
chandelier as a hat,

threw a fit,
blew a whistle,
waved a flag,

declared the whole evening null and void, concluding
it with

A short audio tape. Of dog bark. Of distant cry laugh.
With train hoot. And lonely sea gull call. And all
slowly fading. Into sad evening ending.

Custard Creams.
The three friends had been playing this game for fifteen
years, but still nobody knew the rules.

Angela at Gallery Seventeen in front of My Painting Number Five.

2006-10-06T12:31:00.000Z

Pattern.
Let
it
percolate
for
a
period
and
then
add
pepper
mint.
Boomerang's only come back
If you throw them away.

You dream your dream and I'll dream mine, sunshine.

2006-10-05T08:58:00.000Z

Nothing can stand against
the assault of laughter.

Mark Twain.

In order to stop this incessant waring we must destroy their insane logic, their rough, patriachial language.

And so
and until empty
exhaust all of these shells of selves
for all opposites are complimentary
just like all enemies
like friends
are all parts of
ourselves.

[yeah! right!]

And Once Upon A Pollytitoed Exactly.

2006-09-29T18:45:00.000Z

And once upon a pollytitoed exactly, which bye now, and by then,
was apes and apes ago, and well before the invention
of lunacy and the invasion of mommies

and we her monkies, Goldilopper, and her friend June,
stepped out in th' dark deep of the ferry foresty green
in search of red grape and cherry cheep
which she wood kick start in her baskit for Easter

or maybe Smother. Burp just past her grasp she was fell upon slippery
by a lollipy floxy in jeans (whore was also a wolph.) Omm,
what a grape toot you gob, say Goldylooking, sagging,

and thru a straw, as dough she worm a queen
and smothered in some think (which she wash'nt.)
In fact, quite the open side was troo. Butt any waves,

to stick two th' storie, whim is all day a gut idea, the girl
got into bed with her grumpy gratemother not knowin

(or dipped she)
that sheep was a fox in Wilf's clothing, who, in fact,
was a napkin or harp botherer on her smugglers side. And that
be how (to cup a long story shorn) was how Alice

(and her rabbid)
sold the majik bean ant got th' cow, witch I think is now
a film or play or book by Rim Van Window on
Wipe Washer Film. Butt dab, I think

is quite anuther stottie. Soap gum bide you for now, you dollops
ant smilies and kitchen tellers
untilt tomorrows when i wilt sleep with you again.

Excerpt from: theJABBERwockyEXPERIMENT
whose leader is GEORGE: Chapter Three. Every Piece
Needs It’s Laugh Becabbage War Aint Funny.

My Last Poem.

2006-09-22T10:45:00.000Z

things just occur
like trees like oceans.

even murder has it's season.

Sheen.

2006-09-21T10:10:00.000Z

Dear Agony Person,

Sheen,
is my problem. In other words,
I appear to be too shiny. In fact, to the naked eye,
i appear quite varnished. My mother likes it though,
at least she says so, and daily suggests,
from behind her various polaroids,
that I should join the priesthood. She's told me that
all good men are shiny and sometimes even shimmering.
She showed me a book with the picture of a saint in it.
He had no shoes on, a long grey beard, and appeared
to be hovering above a sofa. And indeed,
he did appear to be terribly shiny. Now,
she's trying to get me onto a talk show or into the papers.
She might even be able, she say's, to get me an agent.
She also tells me that my uncle George suffered
from the same problem, but that
his shininess slowly diminished after rumours
of his leap frog activities were published in the tabloids.
Anyway, have you any information relating to this problem,
and if so, could you please forward it to me.

Yours, in all my entirity, Jacob G. Marley.
Specialist in Stains and Accidental Spillage
at the Institute of.

sophie and her fish

2006-09-19T12:24:00.000Z

3
of the people
reading this

are afraid of fifties
formica furniture, of cliff
and bing's christmas thing

of pink doves
of red marigold gloves

of the highland fling
of wet string

& the quicklier & quicklier he got the thicklier & thicklier he got so much so that by his ending he was re-bending back. Quote by Einstein. Albert.

2006-09-14T10:24:00.000Z

... as Pyke tells Peel
of his plans to build
a huge aircraft from frozen
water and woodpulp,
Jack, in the other room,
shows Jill
his Amsterdam footage,
demonstrates to Sharon
his idea for
an alternative method
of transport...

2006-09-13T19:43:00.000Z

Permutations From a Very Particular & Personal Period

Mockingly
fight the lock with a flock of fun
with a grave of gun
in a brawl of bandages
in a canoe of sandwiches
and manufacture for militants
in a mortuary of moustaches
a tapestry of taxis for throwing
a pot of promises for growing
a bag of money for blowing.

1. this poem is still under construction. 2. this poem is made up . 3. all spelling mistakes are intentional.

telephone

2006-09-07T23:52:00.000Z

the telephone rings
so she picks it up
but hears
only heavy breathing
hears
only god alone
on a distant telephone
heavy breathing
in the dark

switching the dolphin.

2006-08-26T13:36:00.000Z

dada
is rising early to reap
another sunrise, to rebuild
beneath a low ceiling a fresh head of steam
to repaint thickly the thin morning air and
to switch the dolphin from standard
to economy.

But did you also know that although dolphins
do fondle sandpits, covertly pull fish
and impishly clamp sailors in huge drips,
no dolphin, at least
not any dolphin that I know, and I do know
one or two, has ever agreed to take The Priest Test.
Apparently, they would rather campaign for the banning
of all types of aggressive campanology, harvest wire,
or spend their long and sunny afternoons
looking through their itchy microscopes
at the oceans shiny dust,

which they then, and for no apparent reason,
slightly smudge into kinks, into discrete
winks and nudges
for all of the naked and shipwrecked fundamentalist
female judges.

The Graffiti.

2006-08-18T12:06:00.001Z

Grace
changing her name to Gavin
slowly deleted his graffiti. The authorities crudely
had criticised his grammar as grandiloquent.
Didn't they understand the etymological significance
of such a word as SINGE or FRIZZLE
orFRAPp, with a small pee.

A long section of red, spelling out the one word GRAPPLE
would be the last to go. But then
as he attempted to scrub out a difficult dark green
that had seeped into the concrete between the bricks,
he suddenly, and for no apparent reason
remembered his grandmothers great gramophone,
her grand piano in the hall, and her lack
of gratitude.

Apples, according to his last graph,
was the fruit he had taken the most, followed
by grapefruit and then plums. The grapes
he had earlier scratched from his list,
as the wooden nurse with the threatening spoon
that stood by the toilet door
was always complaining about the pips. Maybe

after this
he'd go back to drawing girls in graphite
get a grant,
and resume his studies in graphology. Gemma initially,
had been impressed, but then had got upset
over his suggestion
that she seemed to be harbouring towards him
various kinds of murderous intentions.
Perhaps
he could have put that better. Maybe
describing her instead
as competitive.
She could certainly beat him uphill on any bike
and he still carried the bruises from their last
demonstration of Kazokie at the Bank. In fact,

now that he thought about it
he still hadn't retrieved their hand-made
embroidered banner...
ALL EXPERIENCES ARE EXQUISITE...
from the garage of Mister Brown.

2006-08-02T09:37:00.000Z

and mary
in her corner
perched before her usual
reading out aloud
from her watch tower
bits of plane crash train crash
parts of tidal wave flag wave
imminent meteorite disaster
telling
to terry
how she once did hands
in a dish advert
how she nearly once did feet
in a shoe show
how once
upon a country road
was in surprising touchspeak
with the aliens
within amazing wingspan
of the angels
then
can you tell me, she asks,
through the thick, how far forty mile is,
mick,
and if not that, pat,
then what kind of fruit you get
from the coconut mat

boot/PARACHUTE/wrongROUTE/shoot

2006-07-29T12:02:00.000Z

connect various consents into
a suitable consistency and serve

and ken, a kipper curer from kelvin, for a mere fifty quid, kidnapped the kid.

2006-07-29T11:12:00.000Z

q. which is better
a banana peel or a wet sock.
a. a banana peel.
because it's easier to slip
on a banana peel.

you constantly eat
because you have not tasted yet.

faking a fall, upon my hands and knees i crawl, and with eve clutching tightly my sleeve, we quietly leave

2006-07-29T10:50:00.000Z

indifference/is a great thing
and sometimes/just not caring/really works

the bad angel (unfinished)

2006-07-27T18:19:00.000Z

Noun Poem.

2006-07-02T11:08:00.000Z

And then we go-kart into the gorgeous.

2006-06-28T19:53:00.000Z

A distinguish is a division.
A sermon is usually
a stitch-up.
One examine
is only one example.

Her first drink usually gave her
a modicum of gloss.

Examine the evidence. Especially around the edges. (This is just one example.)

2006-06-20T11:00:00.000Z

But it will all eventually evaporate.

three poems.

2006-06-20T10:54:00.000Z

cat poem (meow.)

a cat
is just a cat
and that is that.

pie in the sky.

travel firm
offers moon
august now available
from the beginning
of june.

dice poem. number sixteen.

as the half drunk
professor
leaning at a slant
tongued slowly
his numerous
academic accessories

the dusty bird
in it's corner of clouds
a mile away
from it's fish

cried softly
for it's lost bounce.

The Finish.

2006-06-16T08:57:00.000Z

and the bird thing laid an egg thing in the nest thing in the tree thing in the field thing by the river thing. and the world was clean and green and

2006-06-12T11:26:00.000Z

hardly yet seen

1. a bondage of bound up untieability
2. a logic without a buffer
3. a scream inside a muffled dream
4. a bureaucracy of deep bury

(and the whole thing in such a bloody hurry)

the FOOTsie

2006-06-11T15:19:00.000Z

they roll in rough
then roost amongst
your ruins

replacing

all of your own
exact copies

with all of their own
exact replicas

a fervent figure on fire (upon the boundary) can often be seen as a certain kind of flag

2006-06-11T11:23:00.000Z

1
their fear apparent
everywhere
of the myriad microbes universal
of the intruding chaos catastrophe
of the great and grand
confusion
they spray indiscriminatly
and disinfect endlessly
every nook and cranny

(monty cantsin was mad)

2.
so leave we please
with our chaos, with our
provisional patches
with our itches and
scratches
for we unlike you
do not need
the tight swaddeling comfort
of a cooing and cloying reality

(monty cantsin was my dad)

Report. "And so shun not your own prison because, your own prison is priceless."

2006-05-17T11:49:00.000Z

eventually
past the experimental

evolve now
exclusively
into your own
expanse

for no eternity
is exact

but simply
an excursion

of no expect

An hourly Spillage. A daily Floppage. A crash of Crush, mush.

2006-05-16T12:34:00.000Z

accept all of
your quaintness

accept all of
your quandaries

and without stormy qualm
embrase all of

your adequate
quantity

"for we all tend to suffer from
the urge
not to be ourselves"

dada prayer (a loud raise of ramble that echoes across the shamble) a reply to the that of they to the prattle of them

2006-05-16T08:59:00.000Z

o amuse me up
by my boot
straps
and in two's
amuse and confuse me with
the loud rattle
and battle of boltclaps
inside a clutter of flings
and flungs
inside the sungs
of tongues
and release me
falling
bawling
crawling
into the clittering glittering
steelpan
of a frittering void

the INDIVIDUAL individuals.

2006-05-11T10:51:00.000Z

"all ringing
their own bell

but with absolutely
nothing to sell

all different
but the same

in great hords they
came

in great swarms they fell"

The Bagman.

2006-05-06T09:23:00.000Z

Oblivious. To the Outer World. to The Workmen Adrift.

The Bagman sees. With an inner eye.

A Danger however. Here visualised
in the form of. The Sea. Lurks nearby. "For from his ladder he. Can certainly fall."* Meanwhile. The Crow. Represents.

The First Dying. The first step upon. The Journey Inward. The Bagman also. Possibly because of his greater use of. his Audible Sense. Has a certain affinity. To the World of Music.
Maybe The Guitarist (The Vibrator) lurks. Nearby.

*From. THE ELECTRICIAN. "For while reaching for the light. Down from his ladder he can certainly fall."

stained glass widow

2006-05-05T11:06:00.000Z

dripping, devoutly she devours every drama

The Temptation of The Electrician.

2006-04-28T12:27:00.000Z

sometimes
it must be accepted
that certain lights
that certain
hights

are out of
your reach
are beyond
your speech

ALCHEMICALdummy (or) oneImadeEARLIER

2006-04-26T14:19:00.000Z

a result
that brought on
a well deserved retire.

a handiwork
that provided
a happy harbour.

an arouse
of rough stir
a receipe of escape.

sometimes a fake
is just as much fun.

Realize the extent of your react and revenge against reality. Why not lengthen you look.

2006-04-26T11:46:00.000Z

decend
this defeat
this present mimic
and exhaust
all of these
shells of selves
until emptiness

in other words
stop beating yourself
up

all enemies are illusional
and part of yourself

farming his own fantastic fantasy, ferocious inside his own peculiar ferment, and not fearful of any future

2006-04-25T10:19:00.000Z

he digests and refines
each one of his own
self created
dilema's

From a far fetched flung. The tenth transmission of the latest trappings.

2006-04-19T12:29:00.000Z

A Toggle Of Daft That Floated Her Raft (It's A Craft)

2006-04-19T11:56:00.000Z

holographic INCERTS.

Start. First Found Draft.
Living in Space. The World A Book Itself.
This. A Story Taken From
The Big Black Book Of White Paper,
Took.

Widely widespread. Blown Outward into. The Ten Dimensions.
An Old Testament mystery. A FREE energy device. On Desk Two.
The Blimp Screen blimps. Flickers open image of
plant situated. Gulf of Light. Project.
The Alchemical transmutation of White
Sea Salt. Into. A kind of malt of matter propellant.
Code word. CONDENSING
THE SOLAR BIRD" A project (a charge)

(a change)
that leadeth we all into every hope
to flourish beneath The Fundamental Light."

First find.
a bright LOGARITHMIC spiral shape. sharp Grooves of

"a remarkable photograph of
a FUTURE."

Through means of variously measured magnetic bursts
one white dwarf star will be delivered monthly. Adults also
in DISCRETE Units
(in Hollow transparent
transportable Shell) translated at High Speed
through GENETICALLY ENGINEERED & PRIVATELY OWNED
SLOW MOTION LOTION.

forgivenesses also granted over long distance
blessings administered by THE HOLOGRAPHIC HEALER.

"He's VIRTUALLY as good as the real thing" ring now
for prompt service

(Harper scratches his head... taps his electrons...
Living Soul Travel Across The Mental Plane...
Wow... it reminded him of The Great Sinking of the First Great Making...
A deep scarred social memory complex...
misted over only perhaps

by forgiving cloud)

EXCERPT (fifty three) "SHE'S GOT A VERY TIGHT INSIDE LANE
BUT I THINK SHE CAN OVERCOME
THESE LOWER HURDLES"
taken from: The Unintentional Metaphor:
theJABBERwockyEXPERIMENT (whose leader is GEORGE)

With a resilient resolve I will sit it out. At least one hundred good miles. Away from. The respectable. Away from. The easily convinced.

2006-04-19T11:38:00.000Z

the arrow always fits the hole that it hits,
she said,

then opening up her bible
she read out aloud
all of the funny bits.

PRESERVE AND PERSIST. card 52.

(in other words
don't let the bastards grind you down)

(as ingredients
for their tastless soup)

"FOR YOU ARE THE SALT"

ancient language long lost (carried away upon the breeze)

2006-03-11T11:25:00.000Z

shushage

2006-03-06T14:19:00.000Z

4
of the people
reading
this

split hairs
have corners
are squares

are terribly torn
have terrible tear's

swear
that here is
there
that prayer
removes mountains
that words
can levitate
chairs

phommage

2006-03-03T12:41:00.000Z

3
of the people
reading
this

are afraid of fifties
formica furniture, of cliff
and bing's christmas thing

of pink doves
of red marigold gloves

of the highland fling
of wet string

Illustration from: The Golden Book of Shadows.

2006-02-08T12:41:00.000Z

[56314 [19] [text] The Strong Tapestry of Defence. As mentioned in. A Treatise on Architecture [by Thomas Linwater] also know as The Wise Assassin.

2006-02-03T13:39:00.000Z

[35325] [18] Mandala. Illustration from. Legend of The Asteroids. By Henry Mann. Astrologer to Pope Julian the Third. Assassinated June 1432.

2006-01-31T21:27:00.000Z

"My greatest attributes are my bad manners and my ill-bread nature. For the first I can thank my father, and for the second, I can thank my mother." Henry Mann [All of the above is copyright of: The enCyclopaedia Foundation of Corsica preMensia.] Assistance From:

Fetch, You Feverish Fidgit, And Bring To Me All Of Your Maladjusted.

2006-01-26T17:29:00.000Z

"Poetry must be made by all and not by one." Lautreamont.

Poem Six.

Your skin glows suckle
and across it blossoms wild Scatterskate
like the Dockadilly
in hopeful spring

As you leave the room
my heart follows your gallish voice
and leaps like the Liffy Barbtooth
when you call my name
Then

as evening
upon it's great windspan wingspun
comes falling

I am greatly comforted by your cute
buttoned up buttondown
that I carry into the scanglebeams
and hold there tenderly next to my buttus

And
as the scrapelines from my badly
shoemold fall
I wait outside for your secret
flinch, so that we may
codangle together
bonypart

to bonypart
each reaching out in search of

a magnificent flimsey
each reaching out in search of
the mythical plucker of love

This poem assisted by:
Love Poem Generator. (Link here and make your own.)

JABBERmeeting.HORNSEY.UK.1963.

2006-01-24T00:32:00.000Z

The JABBERseal.

2006-01-24T00:30:00.000Z

alice may

2006-01-21T11:42:00.000Z

Restore. Hollow are the Honours persuaded upon The Philosophers. Ignore.

2006-01-20T10:58:00.000Z

Soluble Sorts Sparking An Effective Efficiency Penetrate A Penitent Perfection. And so spoke Huntsinger, briefly outlining his theory of Reflection.

2006-01-19T13:34:00.000Z

Occupy an occur of offend and, after a trail of travel, offer an overflow of offset.

2006-01-16T13:36:00.000Z

BADbreathing

2006-01-16T13:12:00.000Z

Accidental Waltzer.

2006-01-07T13:50:00.000Z

The Wise Fat Vet Falls Over Perhaps.

2005-12-30T11:58:00.000Z

Between six and nine
he reads Saint Einstein
disputes bitterly with his butler
the supposed straightness
of any straight line
Claims to be, He
the long lost cousin of
The Lone Ranger, ghostwriter
to Mister Sherlock Homes, the inspiration
behind Cutlers songs, behind Milligans poems
Says he
is the green rain
that drenches wet
the limp geography, that soaks soundlessly
the ancient monument built there
invisibly, upon the creators hot soup
And the stories we make up
in order to masque us
finally measure us.*

*In Radford's revised and printed version (Collingwood 1998)
the last line reads: "will finally entangle us."

hops

2005-12-27T12:39:00.000Z

and daily he spoke a joke
a jewelled jargon of juggle jump
and fluid pump

a stutter of brief starts and short stops
that hopefully shuttered up
their un-shuttered
shops

of mops
and crops

so jump deviate and originate
then revise
devise
and further develop

a work of hooks and hitches
of sly itches
and bounding nots

than can hooligan up
a hopping hoot of hunch
a terrrible hump jump
of harsh reply

a playfull cry
of manners and mindless
mendacity
that monkies alive a monster
of anarchist molest

with a whiff of stiff jiff
into a barely understandable
meaning

that is joyfully groundless
that joyfully

ungrounds

"And cleaverly he contaminated each individual scene with his own unique scent..."

2005-12-23T21:18:00.000Z

dada sandwich

2005-12-23T13:03:00.000Z

between
two slices of bread
both white both buttered
place one large brown
unbuttered
other

"and daily he spoke a joke a jewelled jargon of juggle jump of fluid pump that relieved a previous banana fall of all the tall..."

2005-12-11T15:30:00.000Z

"Here, we only issue perishable permits."

2005-12-02T14:18:00.000Z

THE RESULT OF A DRASTIC EDIT. a garbalisation. no flash photography please.

2005-11-23T09:25:00.000Z

...and now

a written out poetry in writ out writing
that jokes and pokes a pointed stick at
the seriousness of society
using the contemporary techniques
of clairvoyance derision
cut-up drink & chance collision.

All poetry is found poetry, all poetry
is cut-up

(all poetry is made up)

"Fact of fiction?" she said,
raising her eyebrows
turning her head. "In fact,
and to tell you the truth, it matters little
to me," said Bree.
"For in fact I accept both fact and fiction
as similar."

I collect my material from many sources and appropriate
freely
a large amount of this collection consisting of
garbled miss-reads
which oddly enough usually seem to work
just as well
and after numerous edits and several
rewrites
there may only be a trace of
the original left, if that,
so,

when I am reading, researching
and a certain phrase or section
strikes me as applicable and usable

within a certain contextural situation
that I am attempting to construct

then I will use it.

"Creativity is learning to hide your sources."
Albert Einstein.

"The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources."
Albert Einstein.

"Look son,
let's have a bit of fun."

as nail brilligs, as screw mimsys, as bolt brilligs,
we will gamble onto our bolt and gire into
the screw. So much so that
when plug and bold gamble, it's soon enough
a good enough slithy.
Indeed, as nail brilligs, so will we slithy
like screw right through, though not into
bolt.
Indeed, you may mimsy our nut
(please do) but this will only gimble
our screw,
blue.

Old shoes/Left out in the rain/I take your hand/Suddenly/I want to laugh/
Same old aches/Same old pains/

Today/Only the foolish whistle.

"You may say that all of your pronouncements are, in fact,
language-like, but in the end
I could never concede that any of your verbalisations are,
in fact, any kind of recognisable language, in fact
your kind of speaking in tongues is closer to some kind of
schizophrenic's word-salad rather than any kind of
devine language."

"I'm glad
rather than sad
that Lewis Carroll
was mad,"
said the doormouse to
the Mad Hatter,
as they dipped
the last of the chattering
children,
for Alice
up at the Palace,
in batter.

an AVOW'WOK

2005-11-12T14:56:00.000Z

and
in answer to Tonies recent
enquiry request

an
AVOW'WOK is

a glossomania
of spoken broken
far flung tongue
that once were was
the ancient spell spokes
of witch speaks
like tongue twisting or
chinese whisper or
bible babble

orb
in other worms
and during more recent
dung flung tides

THE AVOW'WOK IS
THE SLIPPERY TOVE
THAT GIRES AND
GIMBLES
IN THE WANDERING WABES
OF SLANGUAGE

THE THING
THAT SLIDES AND SLIMES
AND ADLIBS
down the bibs of babes
IN CRIBS
the rash
of recent toilet telephone talk

like
THEsecretMESSAGESfound
whilePLAYINGaRECORDbackwards

ORfrigwords

nothingism. the new reality that is nothingness. postmodern science for the postmodernist. matter doesn't really matter and now matter knows it.

2005-11-09T17:05:00.000Z

a reality full of holes
fractured cracked
crumbling

a reality that melts
increasingly
as our examining look
examines it
(until)

we find ourselves
finally
upon the threshold of
an open shore
a noplace a nowhere
shivering shyly beneath
a cold burning nosun
confronted by
a terribly sudden herenow
and tiptoe tetering
upon the edge of
the abyss
of nothingness

or so says a recent book
by the noted scientist
henry adams
in

measuring the
unmeasurable
subtitled
attempting to empty
the ocean
with a spoon
and a tune

"in the beginning
nothing
at the end
nothing
in the middle
nothing

nothing
endlessly
deviding itself
nothing
endlessly
multiplying itself"

Tracey Emin's Sisters Bed. On Show at Fifty Three Rutters Lane. Basingstoke.

2005-11-05T13:20:00.000Z

Happy clickmiss this match and mixmas. Aaaaaahh! the cats fallen over. Bobby, Bobby, Oh! Bobby, please get up Bobby.

2005-11-04T11:32:00.000Z

Why Angels Can Fly.

2005-11-02T13:04:00.000Z

Met Tony for tea. He. Had
egg on toast. Boasted most
about his trip to the coast.

Continually
going on about.
Attempted
galectic gamma ray sterialisation.
By Them. He then goes on to tell.
That this Them might be We.
Or at least in the future. That this They
might be We. He also thinks
that others. Are capable of launching
meteorites maliciously. The Delta Slingshot Lot.
And directly in our direction. Even capable of.
Carrying exotic wild life virus infection
injection. "We need some kind of
protection. Some kind of
fence erection."
He then tells me.

Of his recent reading. Give me
a look at his book. INTELLIGENT FALLING.
"It disputes even refutes. Laws of gravity"
Puts forward the theory that this traversty.
Is really Holy Hand of God.
Pushing apples down. Holding heaven up.

"The reason behind
Newton's inability to fly, and why
the angels
don't even have to try."

Then changing abruptly
the subject. He says.

"Last night I slapped Mary." Called her morbid,
depressed, totally self obsessed. Told her. "To get a grip
you drip. You've
flipped. "Told her that in the region
of Minus Major Minor.
Hundreds of stars were colliding. Millions
of planets dying.
"And can't you hear that terrible galactic shriek
you geek."

softFRUIT.

2005-11-02T10:23:00.000Z

a right rock and rule.

2005-10-29T15:08:00.000Z

MUDdonking

2005-10-26T12:09:00.000Z

newDADAistsNUMBERfourteen
RAMBLINGsidRUMPOLE
akaKENNETHwilliams
FROMbritishFIFTIESsixties
BBCRADIOprogramme
AROUNDtheHORNEhostedBY
kennethHORNE

'I'll warble your nick nacking danglers
And mongle your itchscratchy wanglers
So divvy me not
Or I'll dongle your gott
In a porridge of mud donking manglers'

ShortSNATCHET(slightlyUPDATED
asMUDflonkingISnowILLEGALinENGLAND)
fromSIDSnumberONEhit
DONTdorgleHEREbyMYgateADANGLING

Kenneth Horne - 'If you have a BBQ in your garden
and turn the radio up loud
this can be very annoying to your neighbours
.......another good way to annoy
them is to set light to their dustbins'

Doctor Who.

2005-10-18T17:41:00.000Z

1.
for three days
for three
nights
man held at knife
point
told terrible
knock knock
jokes.
2.
dada is
blood stained walls
warm tea
the vaguries
of half hearted
conversation
a newly bought axe
billy, margaret
and me.