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Monday 29 November 2021

My Other Life I (Draft)

 



Sicked what light made of bulbs 

'life' is just sickled cinquefoil twist

on windpipe striplings wiggle over hangnail

redder this December morning winter bittering

the self penal charts are panoramic still 

they get me in the fleshy bits 

behind the ears mostly but creep more

a copal varnish covers amalgam

mouth as the sky falls steadily worse & closes up  

my same said fleshy merges could heal soft 

my sots if I read Britannia Unchained on Parliament Street

in beneficiated binman cloth and lac bug 

from jet-age foliage lined and curse out 

my real surname Little Fransham Old Hall.


For in a late semitone-self-accuse 

SOS SS SO.SSSSSSSSSSSSSsss

sunder credit licensing legislation slip

a local clustering of spruce buds between fingers held

hallow the bed cursed be the night 

& picked over by a vote 

whose dead hole now leads in-itching

instead beg lottery rubs to queases  

dad closed on two & three-liability hisses 

sought again anguished & leaking or 

history is black earth so by fleas

it travels on rats & sucks in dewy light 

is venal, is caveat and down:

wards facing dog by a vote whose dead hole 

now leads in a rolled up kind of aching

your big bald head is an obstruction to life 

streaming 12 stars over my right eye 

a technical ripstop Made in Italy 

I’m Cocoon shaped concealed zip closure snaps 

of ‘you will not terrify me, knock knock’

is a hoarding built above your head

at your expense, & O Sitex

what better to move away now 

and what it means to truly be

filtered air inside of new homes built on dead bones, 

with a hot dry position, you lumbering 

mawkish under completed smoke

‘unpoliced and unwashed’ you crave dirt 

with anti-gel bac biting over 

the community preview camber 

a count of candles under chin. 


It’s a doorstep away from the river

& it loses its dead remember 

how much a solvent tooth is

breaking over drawbridge, moat & boiling oil 

bottleneck diseases from the river salt, 

it’s doorstep bare footed with the rest of your woes

closed keenly a charcoallike smell, 

cysteine smell a little less tough in your throat-brace 

You. You the Percolator. but not the boiling. oil Not I 

where the flame is to touchdry 

and be belligerent and be able to think ‘freely’ outside 

doorstepping waxy no almshouses 

I want  aches, I want concierges. burning knock knock

I want accommodating to flog whip 

and beat every fine crystalline structure 

I want what eyes can’t touch 

a rolled up aching on other 

sheared from itself where the lanyard

once was but sticks instead too often

will burn like hot tar.


In an unlocked drawer away from view

behind a picture in a home

the removal of unpaid items 

physical keys, numerical codes, complex passwords, 

biometric identification knock knock CCJ

strayed too far from the party’s epicentre again

having yourself beneath the blocks, 

undercrofts of Forgotten People 

& prey for the fowls of the air

and mim in a room full of freaks again 

middle english sense a tryst overpings and for 'being sick' 

is misconduct over dust suppressants Praepostor

open the door cloches glazes eyebrow to eyebrow 

hush that sloops how i yearn to dance 

in a room full of freaks again.


Wednesday 24 November 2021

Plan For Jobs, 2020

 



The plate was originally made by Rishi Sunak during a visit to the Emma Bridgewater pottery after employees returned back to work after being furloughed on September 14, 2020 in Stoke-on-Trent, England.


Friday 19 November 2021

CC: DEATH CHARTERED INSTITUTE OF PERSONNEL & DEVELOPMENT FRONT COVER VEER2 BY MAX FLETCHER

 


 Antonio Gramsci was 15 years old and still in school when, in May and June 1906, Sardinia, the island where he grew up, was hit by mass social unrest. Increasingly, many basic groceries such as cheese had become unaffordable for much of the population. This provided the popular saying, ‘Chie mandicat casu hat dentes de oro’. The English translation is ‘he who eats cheese has gold teeth’. Rising prices paired with stagnant wages had led to riots. Cheese factories and tax offices were burned, carters overturned trams, and Luddism returned amongst workers whose trades had been damaged by the introduction of machines.   In many ways, these riots marked a turning point. In school, Gramsci would have read Grazia Deledda’s tales of banditry. The bandit, in a society lacking political formation, was a figure of hope and subversion. To some degree, the riots changed this. Mass organisation became a possibility and collective action entered the public consciousness.   Giuseppe Fiori’s biography of Gramsci provides the source material for the account outlined above. It forms the basis for Max Fletcher’s woodcut prints.
  

Tuesday 2 November 2021

Clandestine Insurgent Rebel Clown Army, Lynn Watson, 2021

 

Oil on Expensive European Fabric

45cmx35cm

Lynn Watson’ was the assumed identity of an undercover police officer who infiltrated activist groups, mainly in the northern English city of Leeds, between the years of 2002 and 2008. She was tasked by the National Public Order Intelligence Unit (NPOIU) as 'one of the first in a team of 15 spies who would be sent undercover in one six-year period'.

(CIRCA) She became involved with the Clown Army through a workshop on it put on by Leeds Action for Radical Change. She then took part with it in days of action against MP Hilary Benn in Leeds and the American spy base at Menwith Hill.[13] One of the founders of the Clown Army, John Jordan (previously a prominent within Reclaim The Streets) noted that she 'was a totally bad clown, could not let go and be free, which is what clowns have to learn to do', and that she was not with the group long before moving on.

CODA DRAFT

 CODA 




 

 

 

The  pain isn't  even there,

friends•

 & Is love for you at work 

of stagnating & falling dead 

coif metals of jottings clang on louse vapour,

& falling dead show how far behind 

digits in the pay stub survive 

as memos etched & twined 

a spine clanks inside the War of Jennifer's ear 

is bloodworm glue fallen daylight

& ill again sound as death 

expired nozzle to number tight 

O rind to go with imperative plight 

        a restructure broken registrar begins to move 

in centimetres divided service user 

here lays the secretariat 

(insect uniform plucking  & tearing)

&  burning in  &  gangways,

front  doors,  stringent

. c ords  softly  &  firmly  spoken,

rapid  consultat­

ions,  telephone  c a lls ,

concentration,  organisat­

ion.    Total  reaction*

Under  total  control*

Total absence  of the

irrational*   Emotional  und­

e r  the  unbreakable

control  of   NEVER,   CURSE* •

that  Common  Market,  double-wreck-it over knuckle out

under the whole person at work for  insects hurt  by

fleeing  humans  with  nothing  but  sweat  in  their

hands. blood scaled service user here lays the secretariat 

repeat: lays to never 

lays on the other 

lays a defunct worker nonperforming 

my  eye  hurts,  like full  of  sand.   Splinters. 

lays entering through this  

insects make  you  so  ugly.  Another crime

lays again but not around 

lays once more but finds

perfect  mechanised  insects.

 

in parricided food inside money bags 

(I still do not comprehend your apologue)

is really existing satire 

or to hear the nearness of muted persons 

yours sincerely,         a raging quiver asking 

what is hopeless work

is someone who continues to believe in work

usually fantasising about work, giving a lot of energy 

to pursuits & to have a deep desire for its partnership 

 crumbles  to  a  heap

to cover the cost of 

a Prescription Prepayment Certificate

to reduce your ongoing prescription costs 

to a union of lanyards wrapped knotted 

of its own actual antinomies a real living life crannied inside 

& you a Workforce Reporting Manager

previously Employee Relations Adviser 

previously Recruitment & Operations Adviser,

whilst completing your magister scientiae 

in Human Resource Management 

worked as a Rewards & Systems Manager 

wherein you produced salary models 

forecasted & made recommendations 

based on organisational performances & external trends 

enabled senior management to conduct staff pay reviews 

with the provision to implement agreed salary reviews 

by instructing Payroll, of this & subsequently by you 

a toothed, funnel-like sucking mouth 

in the continual exercise of spinning straw to gold, 

you breed law to hang on to that which they have

in its bones:

Those who will oppose you are the comfortable ones, those with a shallow desire to hang on to that which they have, those who are ready to yield the outer reaches of their territories, spiritual & material, for a quiet life. Such people will not bear examination beneath the torch of a rigorous national debate.

The fundamental mistake is to look to compulsion to do the work of freedom. The State, the engine of compulsion, cannot create what can only be created by individuals acting on one another.

 

a life concentrically turning 

on the spy gash held above 

& to build a candidate pipeline previously not existing,

remembering you once whispered into twitching sides that 

 

‘Reporting is easy. 

The system is accessible. 

Everything is automated.’

sanctions a cut to a hole dead 

to £0 a living grating in the eyebrow   

awaken us to opting out of 

the Working Time Regulations 1998

& read from the book of Winchester aloud

& asked what is a hide? 

  1. a type of peasant? 

  2. a shelter?

 (c) a measurement of land? 

or a place you cannot be seen? 

as it clanks in a humming scathe 

moot the vein & clock with a throat full 

of blooded padlocks that is proof enough 

it never counts feral under the baton rounded 

to a cost pride a large bolus; its texture marbled 

taking the charge of a lifetime of disposals, 

a contract for services made 

shrink-wrapped to a raincurtain of pinnace 

chokes the sky & crosses it through 

to an uptake floating scale a matured chime 

locking  day & night out now livid 

in cellulose its orbital home 

moving stupid liquid forever

in the curing of sleep, 

a voice sealed in a ringed outcry 

where no jobs run amok over the proud varicose 

fat on sun-loungers, to watch the juvenile record lash out 

now to watch the choppy sink in badlands 

the saturnalia so eat the chicken wings 

gilded in a better hour 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Monday 1 November 2021

iii.HR BULLETIN HOLE DRAFT

 iii.




 

 

O apparatus the Action Plan downed

inside is starched thermoplastic now

an object position has taught me 

the hyper inflated outcry 

visitors under globe to be careful hailing

I conceded at University College

of Estate Management, a life politics is not politics game over 

Ex cultu robur of horizons on Queen's Rd, 

cut out of sky falls a member ex-officio 

abide with me in hand & hand alone

to be willing closed on 

bloodthrift run over with flowers, 

101 guillotine skies & be banished

Dear Adrian Glasspool, bidding the sun out of your eyes

last burrowed resident we cannot maintain 

'26 acres of land for one person’ 

& hence to be again bloodhooked 

to a croupier fireside the demo-developers 

get lauded into Colophon, ward-mote to Garden Bridge™

bidding in the sun of your eyes

chew nothing much but embers of prole-whispers 

 

O  march  out,  like  human

beings,  then to  jump,  like  human  beings,  to

run  a  bit,  like  human  beings,  to  go  down  on

one  knee,  like  human  beings,  to lift  their

little  deadly  stick  &  make

 

ROMEO Y JULIETA 

 

 

 

give us bad chests solidarity 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to how do you eat with lips of scrim?

&charred linnet buff burning for burnings sake 

curl inside red fuses in armistices how harmful 

REAL ESTATE ASSET MANAGEMENT LIMITED

O bending verge 

WE WILL DO EVERYTHING WORK WITH ANYONE, OVERCOME EVERY OBSTACLE IN OUR PATH TO JOBS & PROSPERITY 

 

Is a dead body inside a living body 

& all our hornets are your hornets 

& I am stricken your last hectare 

pricked on a swooning sigh

of footholds curacies of a nightlight 

England’s brag-corpsing white

O &much to work ahead the likes 

of which I cannot see the end of asphalt hillocks

in bullring Corps to Body 

starred like screaming hires

twisted my shear clip to tongue end on 

& everybody hot seating Granary Sq.

all bossed up production values 

Stuckhard to granite paramilitary LTD 

muzzled typehard & wish repealed 

ONE MILLION POUNDS of parquetry 

blocks my alumnus incorporation to blood silent 

POLICING THE KNOWLEDGE QUARTER

O fingernail’d symphony goes mutineer atonal 

on the walls of the Bank of England

can-do struwwelpeter all chicanery in the heart of London!

end your lunch

the dart board is fucked 

its eye worm isthmus drops

The  pain isn't  even there,

friends•

 & Is love for you at work 

of stagnating & falling dead 

coif metals of jottings clang on louse vapour,

& falling dead show how far behind 

digits in the pay stub survive 

as memos etched & twined 

a spine clanks inside the War of Jennifer's ear 

is bloodworm glue fallen daylight

& ill again sound as death 

expired nozzle to number tight 

O rind to go with imperative plight 

        a restructure broken registrar begins to move 

in centimetres divided service user 

here lays the secretariat 

(insect uniform plucking  & tearing)

&  burning in  &  gangways,

front  doors,  stringent

. c ords  softly  &  firmly  spoken,

rapid  consultat­

ions,  telephone  c a lls ,

concentration,  organisat­

ion.    Total  reaction*

Under  total  control*

Total absence  of the

irrational*   Emotional  und­

e r  the  unbreakable

control  of   NEVER,   CURSE* • that  Common  Market,  double-wreck-it over knuckle out under the whole person at work for  insects hurt  by

fleeing  humans  with  nothing  but  sweat  in  their

hands. blood scaled service user here lays the secretariat 

repeat: lays to never 

lays on the other 

lays a defunct worker nonperforming 

my  eye  hurts,  like full  of  sand.   Splinters. 

lays entering through this  

insects make  you  so  ugly.  Another crime

lays again but not around 

lays once more but finds

perfect  mechanised  insects.

 

in parricided food inside money bags 

(I still do not comprehend your apologue)

is really existing satire 

or to hear the nearness of muted persons 

yours sincerely,         a raging quiver asking 

what is hopeless work

is someone who continues to believe in work

usually fantasising about work, giving a lot of energy 

to pursuits & to have a deep desire for its partnership 

 crumbles  to  a  heap

to cover the cost of 

a Prescription Prepayment Certificate

to reduce your ongoing prescription costs 

to a union of lanyards wrapped knotted 

of its own actual antinomies a real living life crannied inside 

& you a Workforce Reporting Manager

previously Employee Relations Adviser 

previously Recruitment & Operations Adviser,

whilst completing your magister scientiae 

in Human Resource Management 

worked as a Rewards & Systems Manager 

wherein you produced salary models 

forecasted & made recommendations 

based on organisational performances & external trends 

enabled senior management to conduct staff pay reviews 

with the provision to implement agreed salary reviews 

by instructing Payroll, of this & subsequently by you 

a toothed, funnel-like sucking mouth 

in the continual exercise of spinning straw to gold, 

you breed law to hang on to that which they have

in its bones:

Those who will oppose you are the comfortable ones, those with a shallow desire to hang on to that which they have, those who are ready to yield the outer reaches of their territories, spiritual & material, for a quiet life. Such people will not bear examination beneath the torch of a rigorous national debate.

The fundamental mistake is to look to compulsion to do the work of freedom. The State, the engine of compulsion, cannot create what can only be created by individuals acting on one another.

a life concentrically turning 

on the spy gash held above 

& to build a candidate pipeline previously not existing, remembering you once whispered into twitching sides that 

 

‘Reporting is easy. 

The system is accessible. 

Everything is automated.’

sanctions a cut to a hole dead 

to £0 a living grating in the eyebrow   

awaken us to opting out of 

the Working Time Regulations 1998

& read from the book of Winchester aloud

& asked what is a hide? 

  1. a type of peasant? 

  2. a shelter?

 (c) a measurement of land? 

or a place you cannot be seen? 

as it clanks in a humming scathe 

moot the vein & clock with a throat full 

of blooded padlocks that is proof enough 

it never counts feral under the baton rounded 

to a cost pride a large bolus; its texture marbled 

taking the charge of a lifetime of disposals, 

a contract for services made 

shrink-wrapped to a raincurtain of pinnace 

chokes the sky & crosses it through 

to an uptake floating scale a matured chime 

locking  day & night out now livid 

in cellulose its orbital home 

moving stupid liquid forever

in the curing of sleep, 

a voice sealed in a ringed outcry 

where no jobs run amok over the proud varicose 

fat on sun-loungers, to watch the juvenile record lash out 

now to watch the choppy sink in badlands 

the saturnalia so eat the chicken wings 

gilded in a better hour