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Friday, 14 January 2022

BLUE LABOUR at DISLAND PARIS










 



Ṣ̴̯̥̘͓͍̙̽͑̏̊̒̕E̵̞̼̥̗͈̱̒̈́̓͒͗̆̚M̸̡̢̡̙̦̬̗͚̻̍́̅̌̂͋̓B̶̡̤̳̞̪͖̅͌́̂̔̈L̷̡̛̤͈̲̘̃̃̇͌͐̍́̕͝A̸̛̮̱̦̯̫̠̔̓͂̿̆͊̕͜Ņ̸̛̥̠͙͗̋̅̑̎̂̚͜͜C̴̢͉̘͍̲̗͍̥͊̽̽Ě̷̢̙̘̼̦̥͖  ̶̜̝̮̣̈̈́̽̇̄̌̂̽͜—̷̣̓͌  ̴̼̮̣̔͂͂̂ͅĎ̴̢͎̬̹͙ͅE̸̡̩̅̍̂̃͒̊̈̈͘ͅC̸͙̠͙̘̼̙̩̠͉̺̐́͆͋Ḛ̷̝͍͈̰͍̘̭̱̊̋̕͜P̶̡̛͚͕͔̲͈̩̺̆͌͊̂̈́̽͒͛̀T̵̫̬̠̤͍̍̊͘͘ͅI̵̡̧̛̬̗͓̰̦͔͓̗͊̀̃͋Ò̵̪̣̬̲̟̪̬̞̤̦̒͗̃͐N̷̠̼̳̘̂̂̈͋̊́̏̚͝͝ ̴̡̗̠̲̗̝̂́̌́̾͆̿̂̚ —̶̱̙͖͍̫͔̉͗  ̴̡̖̝̱̤͍̠̞̳̈́̊̔̄́͐̄̄͋̈́ͅD̴͙̞̃̐͝I̴͕̰̞̣̣̒͌̈́̏͗͜͝S̶̡̥͙̯̦̲͛͘Ţ̵̢̯̲̎̀̒̑O̷̢̡̪̗̜͈͉͊́͌͋̾R̸̡̩̲̟̻̹̈́̒̑́́̂̿̀̓̚Ṭ̵̜̼̹̌I̵̧͛̀̀̊̊̕͠O̴͈͉̰̺͌͒̓͑̇N̶̢͙͇̹̻̱̺͊͑̂̎̒͗




Maddie and Maggie

The Tories might not be what they seem (maybe they are); maybe they are a little girl that’s been abducted (maybe not) in Praia da Luz, Portugal in 2007 and that since then hasn’t aged or died. Maddie is still looking down to us with the same innocent, somewhat looming gaze. Maggie has, in fact, died, but she still retains a sense of agelessness, as if she had been mummified precisely in the moment of some important historical event, maybe a crackdown of some strike in the 1980s, a memory nurtured by Thatcherites and Labour-affiliated unionists alike. Maggie and Maddie, they are what they seem and they are not, image and self-generating avatar, brownish-green-eyed and blonde, merged as one, two icons of relatively contemporary British history, creating an idyll that is both terrifying and touching.



Body Language

Shall we believe the McCanns? Do they believe themselves? Youtube teaches us to not trust them since their body language makes them appear suspicious. This is material for a thousand Youtube panels on public lying; public lying––yes, that is the transition to Roger Scruton Experiencing the Sublime in Hull… Where his face has become static, frozen in the moment of an unregimented experience (what’s he dreaming about?), he is transformed––literally––into the character mask (Marx) that he is. Personally, I would rather be peed on by someone wearing that mask than piss on the caricature (in a toilet in Melbourne, Australia).


Termination

Not less of an icon is the little green Terminator-monster, which appears in a no less iconic historical moment (the emergence of the plandemic). It teaches us to be vigilant: it does so with a pirate-like grin. Little green monster may teach us to consult Youtube-panels on the body language of untruth before we hold our breath, get the jab, take off the mask, etc. … It is actually funny to arrange the three works so that they look at each other; lil monster gazes at the others with his healthy (?) eye, being the least monstrous of the three, Maggie-Maddie stares into nothingness, and Roger withdraws into himself (leaves nothing behind but a hull), making it impossible to distinguish between disgust and jouissance. 


Text by Len Sander


Thursday, 6 January 2022

HAZARDS ATWO (Draft)

 HAZARDS 

ATWO 





Health is a state of 

complete physical 

mental & social 

well-being not merely an absence of disease 

& infirmity 

World Health Organization 


So your nervous tab slips razor blades 

into heads & from the gate

scabbing brocades 

& the fumes from fingernails tenderly gibbetted

grease , the odour of burning cloth

whilst wiping on grids

for the nine hour 

solder B trepanning 

blood circles strange ,as bedfellows 

again & bad lighting illegalises eyes 

to warming sworn in PPE 

made earmarking to mouthholes etc.

O scrim unbroken seizure arm the City 

chuckles collapsed turbulent tectonics of 

kidney shaped abscesses

curling black lids fading shells

little impish gentleman in grey, to be melted

from grease , the odious cloth

chokes to poison your bone marrow 

with shrill laughter in the throat 

& weakening of our hands & heart 

fill­s us with divisions, 

confusions, tumults, & every eviled workfare; 

O ate daily scabs 

rolled what they shadowed pinkish

fumes to fumes

fingernailed tenderly vanishing 

without finger-posts, without mouthhole with

outmarked dead pneumatic chisels

 just by living in a town or city

a faces goes in & vanishes  over twisted glimpses,

like everything denied

to us itching circles

concrete Tinted, AWNINGS 

bending gravelike IN the  RAIN

IN THE STREET!! 

their official analysis is 

THRESHOLD VALUE LIMIT 

     as wrenching ammonia, tar & benzene 

the wholesome air suffers 

a thorax simmers at home, 

feeling unwell, maybe drunk or breathless, 

or burning of nausea & itching tears 

a country lane is resumed  smoothed over 

“It is the next day.” 

lip benefend tainted 

behind songs below

high walls rigged with sirens

O dry spirit rebury a binder of moulds, 

burst all in pieces afterwards ploughed up

& go on* **********without again 

*

**

*

*

***

yyy

*we possess  declining, we

forward, struggling to find a way

what is not

our function 

in the stock

exchange 

;in British industry 

in feeding decibels just as 

not to be mangled, 

or burnt on Information sheets 

heeled out to tell us 

the future is disorder sealed in magic lamps

that defeats you  

as bad news bangs for everyone 

&the scale of enterprise pails upstairs 

so does the potential for sabotage in the workplace 

starred strange ,as bedfellows O

, the normal logarithmic pulse 

keeps running all costs, 

get polythene PoP inflammable 

stretch it over our heads 

tie it with a bit of string 

this type of thing is 

highly dangerous &

it is always that or die

O it is always to red gush 

catalyst anomies  its raided world elopes that or die

& to be mangled, burnt, & docked 

friends, voluntary groups & 

as a last resort of course by the State 

a strike for your life! imp-

lore us; spectral Keith Josephs failing radiant 

social pathology 

The Transmitted Deprivation Research Programme

breaks my eyes were at all times

screwdrivers & cuts etc. 

‘it is the next day’ 

waving & smiling & moving on to fade

& calling all hearts to emulate 

to escape,d surround; of blood

of my chair; the back of a 

purge pulls suspension clauses there

are real

dangers:-

a) They reduce your

common life

b) They kill inside & never deliver full restitution 

 The meeting

ended

promised they would be paid

on the misery of ambiguity & forced pretense

on the misery of not being a cause

on the misery of not feeling entitled to one’s misery

on the misery of knowing that one is doing harm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Wednesday, 5 January 2022

a form of spiritual warfare (draft)





 

O & how to undarken light 

numbstand a girdle of starres

break my eyes were at all times

Screwdrivers and cuts etc

It is the next day.” 

& polities of the Right 

re-imperative a cul de sac

every struck throat O  

\every 100 millilitres of blood

is ziggurat sepsis to crawling in acid blue light

scanning riots broom masted

shit in your enchanted boiled nasturtium

falling out of pocket

onto streets making 

a geometric line of the CBD

 opens up the world 

for a second as to close it;

a strike for your life!   

like everything denied

to us  itching circles

concrete Tinted, AWNINGS 

bending gravelike IN the  RAIN

IN THE STREET!!

drops of words  

some copse to sunn blonde 

my skin in trickle ip

lives dawn wire under blue chloroform 

listen here is gaps flowers extracted credit 

reduced me to tears a country lane, 

is resumed  smoothed over  indoors again 

“It is the next day.” 

lip benefend tainted 

behind songs below

high walls rigged with sirens 

&electronic monitoring devices 

spit out coiled after all/ don’t say

today the Odd is buried

today say seditious lines on lysol rime

in your burning souffl├ęs TODAY



Wednesday, 15 December 2021

HAZARDS ATWO 2 (DRAFT)

 



HAZARDS

ATWO 


“Health is a state of 

complete physical 

mental & social 

well-being not merely 

an absence of disease & infirmity” 

World Health Organization 


So your nervous tab slips razor blades 

into heads & from the gate 

scabbing brocades 

& the fumes from fingernails tenderly gibbetted

grease , the odour of burning cloth

whilst wiping clean the breaking joint

the fact that we stand on grids to gorge

for nine hour solder B trepanning 

blood circles ;strange ,as bedfellows 

again & bad lighting illegalises eyes to warming 

& sworn in PPE 

(for eyelets, made this earmarks stitched to mouthholes etc.) 

that scrim & stand unbroken, 

our unavoidably seizured arms, 

the TUC doctor was not available 

reason being he had more pressing

engagements; &

it was not his job anyway, but 

but the City chuckles collapsed 

into turbulent tectonics of 

kidney shaped abscesses

curling black lids fading shells

little impish gentleman in grey, to be melted

from the grease , the odious cloth

chokes poison to your bone marrow 

with shrill laughter in throat 

& weakening of our hands & hearts; 

fill­ing us with divisions, 

confusions, tumults, & every eviled workfare; 

O I rest under apron 

it’s OK ate daily the scabs 

rolled & what they shadowed; pinkish

fumes to fumes

fingernailed tenderly & incise 

without finger-posts, without mouthholes 

marked dead or pneumatic chiseled ! without

 just by living in a town or city

 a faces vanishes  over twisted glimpses,      

  their jargon Official Analysis is 

THRESHOLD LIMIT VALUE

     as wrenching ammonia, 

tar & benzene the whole summed air 

a thorax simmers

daydreaming at home, 

feeling unwell, maybe drunk or breathless, 

or burning. of  nausea & itching 

O dry spirit rebury a binder of moulds, 

burst all in pieces afterwards 

ploughed up & go on* **********

*

**

*

*

***

yyy

*we possess  declining, many branches are, we

forward, struggling to find a way

what is not

our function 

in the stock

exchange 

;in British industry in feeding decibels just as 

not to be mangled, burnt on Information sheets 

heeled out to tell us 

the future is disorder sealed in magic lamps

as bad news bangs for everyone 

&the scale of enterprise falls, 

so does the potential for sabotage 

&blackmail in the workplace

SOS starred strange as bedfellows

, the normal logarithmic pulse 

kept running all costs, 

get polythene PoP

(inflammable) stretch it over our heads 

tie it with a bit of string this type of

thing is highly dangerous &

it is always that or die

it is always to red gush their catalyst anomies 

that or die

& The Organic Supernanny Knows Best

as only mantra is: ‘The best time to buy 

is when blood is running in the streets’ or 

to be mangled, burnt, & docked I

 imp-

lore us; spectral Keith Josephs failing with radiant closeness 

failing of someone intangibly

now gone &even the

Arch-Bishop of Canterbury old as daylight, 

waving & smiling & moving on to fade

& calling all hearts to emulate 

 to escape,d surround; of blood

of my chair; the back of a 

purge pulls suspension clauses there

are

real

dangers:-

a) They reduce your

common life

b) They kill inside & never deliver full restitution 

 The meeting

ended

promised they would be paid.

on the misery of ambiguity & forced pretense

on the misery of not being a cause

on the misery of not feeling entitled to one’s misery

on the misery of knowing that one is doing harm