the ad hominem nepotism nexus

September 24, 2009 at 6:42 pm | Posted in antihaiku, contemporary poetry, poetry, writing | 12 Comments
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There, certain confluences of forces
of which we must beware she says, son.
The blackest holiest of places, she hissed
some sound sheeva or some such never mind
sometimes she speaks the language of her ancestors
but i asked the drunken cartographer and he said
its the ad hominem nepotism nexus.

it’s not in the sky, it appears in the sea
and monsters arise dripping poison
appearing from silence those who dislike us
not because of what we want
because of what we are,
because of something we cannot control
the colour of our skin or the name of our god,
you see one, she says,
look up

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Do not claim,

June 30, 2009 at 6:24 pm | Posted in antihaiku, memoirs, sheer selfindulgence | 25 Comments
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Do not claim to be a musician
in other people’s eyes
nor insert rhyme nor reason
if you cannot improvise
the way the surf breaks now and then,
between ocean and sunrise.

everybody on the one,

June 25, 2009 at 6:51 pm | Posted in antihaiku, poetry, sheer selfindulgence, writing | 9 Comments
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Standstill, if you leave a little space
between breaks a sandhill
there’s room between running late
and the desert, son,
he says putting his arm round my shoulders
smelling of salt fish and a sparkling
perfume there’s a reason
for the Cocoyea then lead bass guitar
and for an essential anonymity
of the artist, says Bootsy
handing me his sunnies and
lighting a big fat one.

Fundamental Revolution (1)

June 21, 2009 at 8:58 am | Posted in antihaiku, blogging, contemporary poetry, genre isn't dead yet but it should be, poetry, sheer selfindulgence, writing | 11 Comments

So there has to be some motive force.
Bettering, not necessarily battering, Squires.

Hmm, where is my stunt
double twist with a singularity
caught in the space between
the word and the image

and coming out smiling,
haha,
in jeans and a peasant shirt
while i sit here
scribbling and grinning.

And I can’t resist
on such a gorgeous Sunday morning
saying just one more time,

bye bye fishy fish,

(segue into vodpod) and over and out
this is the end of the bloggedy blog,

Wanted to write a poem

May 1, 2009 at 6:58 pm | Posted in antihaiku, contemporary poetry, poetry, writing | 21 Comments
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called infinite eye queue but suddenly forgot
that language is linear but time is not.
heard the grumble of Bill Burroughs not
telling anyone anything they don’t already
and Baudelaire as I remember
yes but you can make them realise
make real
the difference between the insides
and the out of this most bizarre contraption
does not occur at the limits of this transaction
the old dog looks up
but underneath i’magination,

somewhere,

February 25, 2009 at 6:14 pm | Posted in antihaiku, australian poetry | 19 Comments
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the beauty of music is its honesty, you can’t fake it and it provides a certain cover,
here insert some fauna, a lyre bird or two,

Let me begin,

February 4, 2009 at 6:43 pm | Posted in antihaiku, poetry, writing | 8 Comments
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by apologising sideways
though for what I am
as yet undecided
or put aside
ways I’m not sure yet quite what
perhaps iron age pottery in
the armour of Henry The Eighth
or paramour,  n’est pas
still furtive beneath silk.

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