Ah Beautiful Sky at Housmans Bookshop

 

“Ah Beautiful Sky is hot ash in a refuse area. Denyer pickets with tentative dexterity through densely referenced and meticulous form. A sistering to 2022's CC:Death Chartered Institute of Personal Development (Veer2), ABS strips to the nude and redresses and readdresses thematic hold-alls with a nit comb. Here Denyer cauterises Right Wing biography and policy into auto-poetics, lacing it with tinctures of sardonic, scathing glottal that clogs the opened wounds that CC: left.  ABS is punctuated with blood, self-spilled and publicly tapped, every page is a seat peering into the operating table. Denyer makes words hurt, there isn't a moment’s peace in ABS, even the most reflective and delicate of moments, you're a fly in a glue trap. ABS avoids didactics and keeps pace, holding your ears and speaking into your mouth, KILL THE CPS.”                                                           

                Tim Wolf

A5, 130gsm, 76 pages

https://slubpress.cargo.site/Ah-Beautiful-Sky

The Velveteen Rabbit, 2026 (audio work 15 minutes 24 seconds)

Iphone jail cage, BRAVIA Theatre Rear 9, hay, found stuffed rabbit, 

audio work 15 minutes 24 seconds

 

Painter as Friar Eating Curd Cheese (Pittore vestito da Frate che mangia Ricotta), Museo nazionale delle arti del XXI secolo 2020 w/ Max Fletcher

 

In 2020, via the artist Max Fletcher I was invited to participate in The Independent a project by Hou Hanru curated by Elena Motisi. I initially proposed on a consultancy review the Zaha Hadid's 2010 on its compromised structural functionality by proposing that the obvious 'assembly errors' that I had noted on my first visit to the gallery in September 2019. 

The project proposed a provisional 'fabrication period' with Caseificio Antonio Garau, one of the oldest cheesemakers still operating in Sardinia. A selection of cheeses, including Granduca di Mandas, Piccolo Giunco, and Dolce di Mandas, would be cut & then shaped to correspond precisely to areas of the building where these irregularities appeared, whether these be holes, slips or cracks & these would be installed within the architectural gaps/defects for remaining duration of the exhibition. Each of the relevant cheeses would be effectively cast for the duration of the exhibition to highlight the modern software or IT architecture failings in the wider ZHA Architects design studio. I had proposed this with speculative involvement of a burgeoning architectural & CNC expert situated at The British School at Rome. 

The particularity of the Sardinian provenance stood in tension with the increasingly prominent politics of the Italian right. During the period in which the project was being developed, public debate in Italy was increasingly shaped by the rise of Matteo Salvini and the transformation of Lega Nord into a broader nationalist movement. Historically, the party had cultivated the idea of "Padania" as a distinct northern homeland, promoting a narrative of cultural and 'ethnic difference' intended to justify regionalist discourses and, at times, outright secession from the Italian state. Sardinian cheeses are the best cheeses in the world imo. My favourite cheese is Pecorino Sardo Dolce (Mild): Matured for 20 to 60 days. 

Discussions around the project progressed, and perhaps in part because of the increasingly explicit cheese-orientated dimensions attached to the general politics & Hadid's global influence in architectural circles beyond her death, my role within the exhibition shifted. M. Fletcher appeared dressed as a 'Friar' eating ricotta cheese whilst painting 3 8ft canvases containing excerpts from Luigi Pirandello & Carlo Bertolazzi. Before instructing Fletcher on his role as mendicants sworn to a life of poverty, humility, and simplicity. As the friar 'begs on behalf of the poor' I believe the Painter, now disavowed from infrastructural (Religious-State) patronage now 'begs on behalf of the rich'. Il mio paese si chiama ideologia, vivo nella capitale, la città del futuro. 

I read aloud segments from an omitted email correspondence edited by 'management' & generated during the development of the project in which I had affected a sweet lisp to make my voice sound more charming and persuasive. In the period before & after the subsequent I had purchased several crows that dotted both the interior & exterior of the museum with the desire to preach to the 'hawks'. Each of them had within their beaks some of the 'regurgitated' emails between museum management, curators & related members of ' la squadra'. My final email sent included the sentiment:  Lunga vita ai produttori di formaggio sardi, abbasso Patrik Schumacher!

The Hunted (Kellie Howarth as Lolita), 2026

 

Oil on Expensive European Fabric, 45cm x 35cm

Careering (draft/unfinished)

 

Claridges House Red

hyacinth someone else's City

face raining across the border

fantasies of power chthonic

most things are naked 

& afraid crawling inside 

a seller’s hand everything passes

before us as beautiful then tragic 

then X commodity A = Y commodity B

or anti-light hors d'oeuvre this living 

The Love of Art, even people

will not come to be counted

in the sinks of Tall White Houses 

in the who fucks who & who does worse

small bronze venus flytrap

gently ironising out someone's mouth

singled down as property 

part of the infinity of the poet

6.15.26 (draft)

 

Groyper flowers Schmittian 

club-goods the corvids

hollowed  on the tree stump

in Mar-a-Lago oases 

no dirges just colourless just

written poems afraid of 

flag wending askant

to Realpolitik under striped cabanas

the freeform pool a memetic molecule

of my heart its world history

gold leafing the perfection of disease 

will be in secret hegemon

bearing the costs for collective welfare 

or as ethnobotanists claim 

the age of shamanism 

is rapidly coming to an end

Witenestaple (For Catriona) (Draft/unfinished)

 

Kidston Blitz'd & spirited down

AQA papers fold

as my groins paperweight 

snap braid-pins consenting

naive tongue bentdumb

home or shelter

between Beech & Red Oak

forgotten in the forest of Blean

where the flags gone morbid

what hard choices fondled to 

fetal pulse bedspreads

holes to Provence Rose

Pink tines shame touch

the smell of Ilford multigrade developer 

makes latent image visible under the chin

of Headmaster Rare Peppermint Green

Metallic Jaguar my life hangs sucking

from bonnets twisted searches

its Pale Dark Stone interior

your house swooning lips to toes, 

past-loves blot out to suck & sole

whelks what else chokes

cairns of white posts, pederasty 

& English Sans serif smug

on mugs & tea towels 

you accumulate Polka-Dot tins 

wear your hair in a victory roll

Heath Fritillaries on Thanet Way Shingle