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Monday, 20 July 2026

You May See Butterflies, Scatological Rites of All Nations 7/7/25

 










 



XING THE LINE 25 YEARS PROVISIONAL SCHEDULE

12.00-1.00
Davis Rees
Allen Fisher (recorded poems)
Jon Clay
Matt Ffytche
Ghazal Mosadeq
Keith Jebb
Fabian McPherson
mjb
Andrea Brady

1.00-2.00
Rey Conquer
Peter Jaeger
Matt Martin
Ollie Evans
Gareth Farmer
A.W. Kindness
Stephen Mooney
Ed Shipsey
Giles Goodland
John Muckle
Robin Bale

2.00-3.00
Steve Willey
Linda Black
Peter Philpott
Doug Jones
Iris Garrelfs
Adam Bohman
Adrian Clarke
M.J. Weller
Carlos Cociña
Clive Fencott

3.00-4.00
Johan de Wit
Tim Atkins
Amy Evans Bauer
Adam Piette
Andrés Anwandter
Marcus Silcock
Paul Holman
Richard Price
Ziba Karbassi
Juha Virtanen
Robert Hampson
Maria Sledmere

4.00-5.00
Carol Watts
Lucy Furlong
Rhys Trimble
Cole Denter
Zoe Skoulding
Sharon Kivland
Alireza Abiz
Simon Smith
David Hackbridge Johnson & Paul Frank Rogers
Carlos Soto Roman
Dorothy Lehane
Martin Hackett

5.00-6.00
Stephen Watts
Sacha Kahir
Jonathan Skinner
Eleanor Perry
James Coghill
Tim Allen
Jo Morrison
Richard Parker
Colin Lee Marshall
Gizem Okulu
Emilie Newman

6.00-7.00
Laura Elliott
Andrew Duncan
Chris Gutkind
Ana Sefer
Florence Uniacke
Harry Gilonis
Elizabeth James
Ben Watson
Jessica Pujol
Wanda O’Connor
Simon Perril
Cat Chong

7.00-8.00
Antony John
Sophie Herxheimer
Calliope Michail
Vicky Sparrow
Ivor Kallin
Philip Terry
Tommy Peeps
Laurel Uziell
Jennifer Cooke
Poppy Liqueur & Raxil4
Tim Fletcher
Kat Peddie

8.00-8.15
Lucy Harvest Clarke
Mischa Foster Poole
Montenegro Fisher

Gunner Dongieux (Curators Urine, 2025) Trinity Bavaria (Curators Urine, 2025)

 

Dimensions variable, curators urine 

The following are some explications & rules of ‘Curators Urine, 2025’. With the completion of the work, the title will have the adage of the name (s) of the curator (s), presented as the original title bracketed. If there are more than one curator(s) multiples will be made in accordance. 

I (a). Decant a bottle of Dasani 16.9oz or 20oz. Multiples must be the same sizing.  

2 (b). In whichever way most feasible, have the urine of a Curator fill or adequately fill the bottle. Urine can be added to fill or adequately fill the bottle over a duration. No two curators urines should be mixed.   

3 (c). As noted above, the displayed bottles will potentially be in multiple; as in one per curator with the full name or given name in the title heading.   

4 (d). The bottles are to be ideally displayed on the window ledge of Weatherproof, together with the label facing inwards into the space itself. 

Wednesday, 15 July 2026

ATAI Burrhole (draft/unfinished)

 


They are playing a game. They are playing at not playing a game. If I show them I see they are, I shall break the rules and they will punish me. I must play their game, of not seeing I see the game. 

R.D. Laing

The Ideal looks down 

on Beckley Foundation  

flora in calyx light against rain 

decanted socially conscious

capital against the fen,

the people as the largest gravity fountain

in the world its annular nozzle

emerges as a ring, not a column

Holy Lady parterres to wild neuralink 

the outside bored to protocode

& a tower was another way 

of naming heaven done in the home  

ritual entheogenic stones

that evil air may breath out

internal disorders of the head

cant get the beauty inside 

polyethylened brainblood 

cored to the volume of no music

& pain is what the person says hurts


Every moment in business happens only once.


Air fielding holier then the rift of poetry   

corollas dimflow of rheum  

disappearing The Common Sense Group

killing stars over-flying birds 

in Rachmaneqsue Major 

as light was coming in

to bleach everything again

the glass & venous valves

'I can hire one half of the poets to kill the other half'

but this is not enough 

beauty inside obsidian breath 

cavity barriers bringing forth dead Child 

the seeing stones on Baby Rock

unlocks Regeneration Hole TMO

in the MotherHead psychic light

ether people of nowhere

maliciously compèred brios

underwriting themselves

neuropeptides stereoed the most silent

political voice in battleship grey

after secession, exodus

after orchards gates gardenia-scented

100 vials a heartbeat in the brain

& the songs out of datasets

as gentle euphoriants

Helion & Oklo 

glasshearted zero to one 

it hurts like the Arctic Circle, like a sacred fire

& I love to shut my eyes in Civet rooms

at the HQs of luxury brands

with extra-thick doors 

preventing it from seeping out

below the hedonic zero 

words have no smell

their souls aseptic in entrails

on the pedosphere ambrettes

minimising pain 

smothering voices

go back to the start

the cruelty-free beach 

once mined lasts forever




Tuesday, 14 July 2026

Praxeology (draft/unfinished)

 




Faith, Family & the Flag 

paired with a cocktail-of-the-month 

a choice, a march 

over common decency 

where the code got out

sovereignty conserved

a realistic view

this is my hand,

this is my Judaeo-Christian ethics

is a roseis a Gladstone, 

is a Britainnia Uncancelled

& Christ lives in the body 

of Jade Goody



Monday, 13 July 2026

Tankman (draft/unfinished)

 


You are not like us, we are already old

it doesn't matter to us any more.



Tankman the wings splintered niches 

Are they in the room with us? 

now windows of fragile light now

institutional voices skyfall

the ones you throw inside 

any rational person will know 

ad hoc rules should not be imposed

pouring into the world, 

from the world 

at Fundan University 

& of the cancelled 

self-mutilation of disease: 

'I'm not a piece of shit, 

I'm a piece of society'

a private motive 

managerial techniques 

in the name of 

what hanging on means 

voices the ones you throw inside

a body surrendered

to Tankman’s unconscious bias 

garbage disposal patches, 

dysgenic trends Eternal Hells

& the best etiquette


Friday, 10 July 2026

For Faouzia El Wahabi (rough draft/unfinished)


They are playing a game. They are playing at not playing a game. If I show them I see they are, I shall break the rules and they will punish me. I must play their game, of not seeing I see the game. 

R.D. Laing

The Ideal looks down 

on Beckley Foundation  

flora in calyx light against rain 

decanted socially conscious

capital against the fen,

the people as the largest gravity fountain

in the world its annular nozzle

emerges as a ring, not a column

parterres to wild neuralink Holy Lady

outside what has been

inside bored hub to spoke & protocode

Kingdom come monopoly

& revelation a ‘tower’ was another way 

of naming heaven

done in the home  

that evil air may breath out

ritual engines of entheogenic 

stones or internal disorders of the head

cant get the beauty inside polyethylene

brainblood cored the volume

of no music. 


Every moment in business happens only once. 

Air fielding holier then the rift of poetry   

dim corollas the flow of rheum over time 

disappearing The Common Sense Group

killing stars over-flying birds 

in Rachmaneqsue Major 

cultural Marxist dogmas cantilever

as light was coming in

to bleach everything again

the glass & venous valves

'I can hire one half of the poets to kill the other half'

the psychic light now urbanite

ether people of nowhere

compèred malicious brios underwriting 

themselves the outside stereoed

but this is not enough 

beauty inside obsidian breath 

cavity barriers bringing forth dead Child 

the seeing stones on Baby Rock

& Asset matting seagrass unlocks

Regeneration Hole TMO

in the MotherHead.


Neuropeptides most silent political voice

in battleship grey after secession,

exodus after orchards exit gates

gardenia-scented 100 flacons

heartbeat in the brain songs out of datasets

gentle euphoriants Helion & Oklo 

glass hearted zero to one 

there it hurts like the Arctic Circle

like sacred fire & I love to shut my eyes 

in the Civet rooms at the HQs 

of luxury brands with extra-thick doors 

preventing it from seeping out

words have no smell their souls 

aseptic in entrails Gilles le niais

below the hedonic zero 

minimising pain on the pedosphere

ambrettes smothering the voices

saved to go back to the start again,

the cruelty-free beach once mined lasts forever

& pain is what the person says hurts