Friday, January 18, 2013

I'm An Anti Semite And I'm Proud





We need to flatten entire neighborhoods in Gaza. Flatten all of Gaza.
The Americans didn’t stop with Hiroshima – the Japanese weren’t surrendering fast enough, so they hit Nagasaki, too.
There should be no electricity in Gaza, no gasoline or moving vehicles, nothing.

Sharon Jnr Jerusalem Post








You cry 'wolf'
And a sheep walks by.
Then
A wolf is no longer a wolf.

Cos meaning is precious.
Just like a child.
Abuse it.
You lose it.

And just like Tommy Tiernan is.
We're anti-semites and we're proud.

Just like Robert Fisk is.
We're anti-semites and we're proud.

Just like Norman Finkelstein is.
We're anti-semites and we're proud.

Just like Jimmy Carter is.
We're anti-semites and we're proud.

Just like Nelson Mandela is.
We're anti-semites and we're proud.

Just like majority of the modern civilised world is.
We're anti-semites and we're proud.

Fuck it.

If you won't respect my meaning.
You can't have my sound.

So I am taking these words from you.

'Anti-Semite'

Cos I'm an anti-semite and I'm proud.

That's right!

I'm an anti-semite and I'm proud

Thursday, January 17, 2013

WALPURGISNACHT

Halloween.
Musty, cordite, cancerous. 
Explosive ghoulish days.
Roller-coaster shrieked nights.
Way way north of Walpurisnacht
Sweating. Fever.
48 hours.
All of Virginia’s sheep.
Day of dead volcanic ride. Same. Same. Eternal train of same.
Same slept rooms. Same. Shame. Decades, continents. All. Same.
Bamboo, rattan, straw. Same
Bangkok, Penang, Singapore, Phnom Penh. Same.
Apartments, guest house, hotel, Hong Kong cell. Same.
Fan whipping remorse repetition. Same.
Heat. Same.
More heat . Same.
Regret sewer waft. Same.
Torture. Habitual. Torture. Same.
And always the insult of diarrhoea. Same

Outside firework die hard.
Ceasefire.
Safely coffee stable.
Phone. Phone. Mockingly mute.
But. Hark. Hard. Hark.
A call.
Well.
That's it.
What’s done is done.
Soon grinning ‘Frank’.
Downs two mobiles.
And a glass of red.
Palm wine fast.
The fire is lit.
Ghosts at bay.
Consciousness away
On the home run now.
Rush.
Busy. Busy.
Warmth.
Busy.
Piped Expectation.

“Do you cook on it?”
“We cook on them in my village,” Frank says.
Then with mobile ring Nigerian ‘Frank’ is off to Eddie Rockets.
While TV talks of default.
Rush.
We're all in a rush.
It's all in the rush.
“We cook on them in my village.”

Fireworks.
Trick or treat?
Who the fuck knows?



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Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Fascists Made Cartoon On Ripe Digital Soil

A spoken word response to Ireland's social media Salem.
Words Kevin Barrington
Pix Lorcan Finnegan Steve Courtney



Friday, January 11, 2013

De Toqueville Came To Tea/ Neo Conman Blues


This one goes out for Mark Malone

Acid Brecht spectacle. 
Narrative frontier splendour.
West Gone wild.
Neo-con hubris
Cracked out of control.

Disaster capitalism
Dandied up De Toqueville
Primate.
Brute.
Jackboot
Yes. Yes. Yes.
One dollar a box.
Tea.
Ten cent cheaper
than
London town.
You hear.
London town.
And they look on us as savages.
Old Europe.
Soiled in socialism.
Foul. Foul. Foul.
'Those Jews are biologically different'
Let's 'sterilise the Roma'
But hark
Tea is served

Tea.
Tea.
Do I hear Tea?
Where's my bun?
Lovely ass
I'll sue it.

But yes.
Tales of tea.
We got it safely to Henry Jackson
How the cups clinked.
In Boston.
Eastern Seaboard.
Brahims
What the **** are they?
Sounds immigrant to me.
Sea. Salt. Fresh Air.
Capt on deck.
Males in womb.
Fifty men overboard.
Ten down with scurvy.
Five shot for sedition


God damn.
The threat of sedition.
God. Allah. Whatever.
Oh so liberal.
Libertarian. Libertas. Yes
But they made it hell.
Hell
in
Helmand.
Ooooh.
You know what they say
You can rent and Afghan.
But you can't buy one.

But even towel heads
need to talk.
Don't they Bopp!
The money is zipping through the air.
Zipping.
No need 
for 
Kevlar.
Bullets
are 
so
Last Century.

Zipping.
Zip. Zip. Zip
Zing.
You have be fast.
Faster than faster.
Communications.
The future's communications.
They bring vast wealth.
Wealth. Wealth.Wealth
And, of course, freedom.
Yes.
They bring freedom too.

Wedgy wealth
Dodgy freedom
And...
always always always always always
The
Bloody
Threat
of
Sedition

Five shot for sedition.
Or was it six?
Don't they understand the need for cheap tea?

Those
God damn
seditioners.

You really need to watch out for them.

You really need to watch out for them.



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Social Media

Social Media.
This
Week's
'Repetitive
Beats'


Hey
You
Pesky
Kids
Get
Off
My
Lawn



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Thursday, January 10, 2013

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

I LOVE THE INTERNET






 I love the internet.

Bruce Ryder






Opium to DeQuincey
Sin to Milton
Congo to Conrad
Aran to Synge

I love the internet

Castles to Shakespeare
Deceit to LeCarre
Dublin to Joyce
Marketplace to Chaucer

Did we say
'Daffodils to Wordsworth?'
We couldn't forget that.
Or mounted jihad to Tennyson
Or the weird wild wonder
of the whole god damn show
to Dylan

I love the internet

Wild, lewd, bawdy, bullying, smelling of cats.
Cranks, crank, meth, conspiracy, snipers, knoll.
Fascists made cartoon on ripe digital soil.
Erudite waltzing with trite.
In eternal ballroom
Dedicated skiers on seas of trivial loon.
Self help soma screaming thinnin tv hair repair.
And always the smiles of the filippino brides
And promises of untold nigerian riches.
Flashing wheel spinning ace poker squared
You Have Been Chosen
But
Shhhhhhh
Somewhere down there in the fly fishing section
the first faint whispers
(If ears are right)
of hushed talk
of
bold revolution.

I love the internet
The sheer
dull
scintillating
infantile
anarchy
of
it
all.

Boisterous Brughel medieval market.
Futuristic Middle Ages
Directed
by
Friar Tuck.
And offset, whispers
of
Robin
lurking
in
wood.

I love the internet.
Cos it's ours.

SPEECHLESS

http://www.childabusecommission.com/rpt/01-01.php


I was an onlooker to the events that gave birth to this book. I knew the authors when we were all students and married one of them. Our children grew up knowing one of the principal characters; we know much of her life story, and that of her children and grandchildren. All of them have been marked by the dire ineptitude of the supposed care and charity bestowed on her by the Order of the Poor Clares.
Bruce Arnold

http://www.paddydoyle.com/children-of-the-poor-clares/

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Good Taste

People's taste.
A tad crooked.
But life.
Back to normal.
More people.
Now.
Visiting.
Reading.
I Love The Internet
Than
Those
Foul
Fascist
Hordes
Come
In
Search
Of
Tawdry
Lie


Wednesday, January 2, 2013

PISS FACTORY

I have it on good medical advice that the gig has got terminal if you cease to enjoy listening to this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6aUbrZYjYE&noredirect=1

Weavers

Fuck it.
Musicians get applause.
So.
Blessed are.
The
Story.
Tellers.