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POETRY

poems of the month

fish

vagabondage

measuring my face

ostracism

old clothes

modern iranian poems

my hero

face at the bottom of the world

perhaps (maybe)

the diogenes sequence

where to store furs

i am and am not:
      fragments of rumi

destiny and destination

the zen of no-enlightenment

the iraqi monologues

already backwards

a light in ruins

the sexy jihad

awaiting the barbarians

the smell of possibilities

ultimate leaves

rejoice in the dog

post-millennium maggot

the book of nothing

dispatches from the war against the world

albanian poems

french poems in honour of jean genet

the hells going on

the joy of suicide

book disease

foreground trouble

the transcendental hotel

cinema of the blind

lament of the earth mother

uranian poems

haikai by okami

haikai on the edge

black hole of your heart

jung's motel

leda and the swan

confession from belgrade

gloss on rilke's
ninth duino elegy

jewels and shit:
poems by rimbaud

villon's dialogue with his heart

vasko popa:
a shepherd of wolves ?

the rubáiyát of omar khayyám

genrikh sapgir:
an ironic mystic

imagepoem

 

TRANSLATIONS

 

BETWEEN POETRY AND PROSE

good riddance to mankind

the maxims of michel de montaigne

400 revolutionary maxims

nice men and
  suicide of an alien

anti-fairy tales

the most terrible event in history

the rich man and the leper

disgusting

art, truth and bafflement

 

SHORT STORIES

godpieces

the three bears

three albanian tales

odorous underwear

a little creation story

 

three albanian tales

odorous underwear

a little creation story

 

PROSE

helen's tower

extortion through e-bay

schopenhauer for muthafuckas

after a first cataract operation

single track in the snow

never a pygmy

against money

did franco die ?

'original sin' followed by
crippled consciousness

a gay man's guide to soft-willy sex

the holosensual alternative

tiger wine

the death of poetry

the absinthe drinker

with mrs dalloway in ukraine

love  and  hell

running on emptiness

a holocaust near you

a note on the cathars

happiness

londons of the mind &
dealing death to the caspian

genocide

a muezzin from the tower of darkness

kegan and kagan

being or television

satan in the groin

womb of half-fogged mirrors

tourism and terrorism

the dog from sinope

combatting normality

shoplifting
in britain & america

this sorry scheme of things

the bektashi dervishes

a holy dog
& a dog-headed saint

fools for nothingness

death of a bestseller

vacuum of desire: a homo-erotic correspondence

a note on beards

translation and the oulipo

the visit

 

PHOTOGRAPHS

prelude

 

Nuadú, God of War

field guide to megalithic ireland

houses for the dead

ireland & the phallic continuum

the sheela-na-gig conundrum

french megaliths

a small town in france

western values

 

 

 

 

The majority of majorities is
usually wrong.

 

 

Reverence for Life

 

 

 

Je donne mon avis non comme bon
mais comme mien.
Michel de Montaigne

 

 

NAM POESIN QUÆ ADMIRATIONEM NON HABET NULLAM IUDICO

Combat Normality
barbaric work in barbaric progress

 

"The more conscious we are, the more mechanical we become."
- John Gray, in STRAW DOGS

 

"You have made your way from worm to man, and much in you is still worm.
Once you were apes, and even now man is more of an ape than any ape.
But he who is the wisest among you, he also is only a discord and hybrid of plant and ghost."
- Nietzsche, in Thus Spake Zarathustra

 

Because 'intelligence' is little more than self-flattery,
war is the only evolutionary means of limiting human overpopulation.

 

"School is ruining my life." - Sam Agar-Francis, aged 5.


_____________________________________

 

13b². 'POETS'

who spend their time
trying to be published
and then established
waste their time.

 

3. TERROR

Happiness is
terrible
Happiness is
absence of desire
Fulfilment of desire is America
Desire is what the Mummy-Lords decree
Where is a child who is born free ?

 

5. WHAT

I know about beatitude
is that joy is surfing the void,
and love is the transcendence
of presence,
and happiness is just
the generosity of gratitude.

 

INNER AND OUTER

health-tip for men:
wank every week
even if you don't want to
and wash twice a year
even if you don't need to.

 

497². OUROBOROS WHISPERS

There aren't enough zeros.

 

¾. TAKE THIS APPLE
(FOOD FOR THOUGHT)

There is surely no religion
whose priests and elders refused themselves
privileged sexual, often secret
access to the shameful joys
so easily available from pre-pubescent
girls and boys.

 

COBRA

Eye to eye
Serpent and I
Utterly harmless
Loving each other
Both of us mystic
Born out of myth
Encircling
Sexual
Insinuating
Each of us pulled
Invisibly
And ineluctably
Until we die
Eye to eye

 

THE MEANING OF LIFE

It is enough
to picture blind conspiracy
of molecules - of stuff
and anti-stuff.

The revelation of the world
is wildness.

 

 

Bibulous crocodiles,
the vacant eyes of adolescents:
people give drugs
a bad name.

THE SECRET OF CIVILISED  LIFE

is to choose the right drugs,
then the music and food and friends.
Everything else - including philosophy -
merely supports or appends.

 

 

Hot steel on a heifer.
A nation is not a country
nor a people -
but a brand.

 

Mystery
is history.
But dirt is always with us.
Poems are not even dirt.

 

CHOOSE A TITLE

 

 

11. ON WAKING UP

I never can get used
to constant resurrection.

Everyone else
seems to wake up dead.

I run the risk
of daily infection.

I wish they'd all join
a Cult of the Bed.

 

Dogs are the best in bed,
for they are happy
and don't want more
or less than
happiness,
unlike humans.

 

 

23.

Of the states of happiness
I'll mention one of three:
acceptance that you're as
happy as you'll ever be.

 

A COMMENT ON MONOTHEISTIC RELIGIONS OF SELF

Even if I had a soul,
why would I think it worth saving ?

Silence.
No mirrors.

 

347.

We are the only species
whose members
cannot size up each other
on sight or smell.

Is this intelligence ?

 

MIROIR-MOUROIR

Never
is where most
people live
in fatuous
endeavour.

Though I'm a
contemptuous
kind of
holy ghost,
I'm not so clever.

 

13. LOVE

is what we long for when we lack it
and stray or run from when we don't.

Hence the love-racket.

 

 

IN MEMORY OF FERNANDO PESSOA

A poet is not respected
without parade.
A poet is not even acknowledged
without performance.
It is difficult being a poet
when you respect words
and meaning, and not performance
and not parade;
and not publication,
because soon the world will end
in famine, war and stultification.

David Magradze is the Georgian Secretary of PEN International

 

999.

The cleverest people
are those clever people who
can make the stupid
less stupid.

If there have ever been any...

for stupidity constantly
cleverly
re-invents itself.

 

MADE TO FEEL

If you haven't a house you're made to feel homeless
If you don't have employment you're told you are worthless
If you don't have friends you're made to feel lonely
If you haven't ambition you're told you are aimless
If you don't have children you're made to feel childless
If you don't have religion you're told you are faithless
If you haven't hypocrisy you'll know you're not human

 

33. SELF-PORTRAIT

I am not a person, but a place
of thistly thought. Like a disquiet
I write spiky silences beyond
the terrifying noise.
Life is just glue
between unmatching shards.
Grace is stone, fur, fruit, catastrophe.
Timid, perceptive, aslant, aloof, impetuous,
I find that only 'grass' and alcohol
make living seem a little less than fatuous.

 

LIVING BOOK-TRADE

The Human Library
has not recruited me as a living,
vegetarian, vasectomised,
trichophilous, cynophilous, atheist,
almost Irish,
poetical, dissident, misanthropic,
unhygienic Living Book with a beard,
a slim volume, never employed, or held
or beholden

who quietly cheered
when he heard that the hubristic,
crypto-totalitarian towers
of exploitation and greed and military-
industrial-economic-government terror
were blown up. I am, in fact,
unavailable for loan. I noticed that
the What Is ?  page of the
The Living Library of Unreconstructed Life
was inelegantly-expressed,
and had more than one spelling error.

 

 

42. ANGST
a poem in
TOKI PONA

Ijo li moku e mi.
Mi wile pakala.
Pimeja li tawa insa mi kon.
Jan ala li ken sona e pilin ike mi.
Toki musi O, antesona laso!
Sina jan pona mi wan taso.
Telo pimeja ni li telo loje mi, li ale mi.

Tenpo ale la pimeja li lon.

 

A NEO-BEKTASHI POEM
inspired by Boris Poplavski and Omar Khayyám

We saints reject immortality
We don't want blessedness
We ignore fear and desire
We starve our sorrow
We despise prizes and punishment
For we and all are as beautiful
as rats in a sewer
and as individually perfect
as shit.

 

 

36. BECAUSE

we have language
as well as desire
sex makes liars of us all.

 

19. HYMN TO DIOGENES OF SINOPE
ON MY BIRTHDAY

Now I'm 66 and I have a travel-pass
and I don't do up my fly
and my trousers smell of piss

and family and riches and career
have passed me by
and I'm sipping cognac by the fire
in France, composing this.

Alcohol's a tender friend
if you treat her with respect -
like dogs - and unlike men
who'll stifle you, unchecked.

Man is the cancer of the world
evolution turned to tumour,
mainly because he has an
undeveloped sense of humour.

 

55¼. BACK IN BED

When I called the Speaking Clock
I didn't get a shock
on hearing:
'TIME
IS MERELY PART OF YOU THAT'S DEAD'.

 

to Clive James in memory of Leoš Janácek and WB Yeats

The late sublime
requires a consciousness
ripened
not rotted
by corrosive time.

 


« Il est plus facile d'écrire un mauvais poème que d'en comprendre un bon. »
'It is easier to write a bad poem than to understand a good one.'

Quotations from Montaigne
Michel de Montaigne

 

2. HOMELESS

God lived in a hotel
because he sent the architect
and builders of his mansion
down to Hell
before the foundations
were finished.

He died in his bed.
And everybody went on earning money.

Jesus said
friends are to respect
families to flee from.

The kindest cut
The kindest destiny:
vasectomy.

 

OVERCOMING CONSCIOUSNESS

Against Nietzsche's
injunction to become
what you are
must be set Rumi's
observation that
your life is not your own.

 

55¾. RUEFUL

Torturers get
very tired.

PROTEST SONG

Hey X (Hey Y, Hey Z...) - Damn you!
You're like something I'd scrape from the sole of my shoe.
You...and your dribbly, knobbly dick...
your idea of 'sex' makes me laugh...and then sick.
You're just another failed masturbator.
You dribbled and left -
and I had great sex with myself a day later.

 

 

1309.

Those hackneyed lines about
diverging roads
and 'the one less traveled by'
make me sigh
and groan - for 'I
did it my way' and took
no road, no path,
but stood about
and sort of drifted
as a transcendental lout.

 

The art best cultivated

is the art of waiting
for the art of being still

or for the strength of clay
that can resist the potter's will.

 

0.12341.

All the world's Great Art
is merely décor for
degraded consciousness
.

 

INSPIRED (?)
by
the Lithuanian poet
SIGITAS GEDA

Poems
or
quasi-
poems
that
have to be
read like
this are
like
banal
and ugly
and totemic
sky
scrapers
which blot out
the light
and
turn those
inside into
zombies
and beckon
self-sacrificing
pilots
towards
a glorious
eternity

 

21. THE BIG

step to freedom
is to have no interest in what others think of you.
Or to cut off your feet.

 

Since we outbred

the Neanderthals
we're unhappy about
cannibals

and insatiable.

 

WE KNOW ONLY 2% OF LIFE, THE UNIVERSE AND EVERYTHING

The Gap Between the Worlds
is the universe
of unseen mirrors.

 

20. SOME HOPE II

Enlightenment is just an
extreme form of resignation.

From the oppression of optimism
comes the emptiness of democracy.

 

This planet

is an amazing
conversation
which you and I
are stifling
to a sigh.

 

666. MY REVENGE

against my unknown father
is the silence of my murdered sperm.

 

 

7. THE ENCYCLOPÆDIA OF NOTHING

Work also is a drug
We will addict ourselves to anything

The workless
often sell their labour
and existence to the dealers
of heroin and crystal meth,
as billions are
employment-drugged

The less-perceptible dealers
are shopkeepers, teachers
(none are more suspect than those who teach)
social workers, poets...
terrorists of decency
beyond rational reach
behind tills and office-desks, computers,
X-ray machines and counters -

encyclopædias of emptiness

all with caves beneath their skin
which hold their first and their last vomiting,
the tragedies of Athens and every human sin,
the unconquerable violence
of nothing.

 

8. SOLITUDE IS A GREAT RESOURCE

Of all renunciations
the most difficult is grief
the most certain is life.

Winning
is childish.
The most childish
win.

 

 

Apart from dogs,

less than a handful of people that I've met
are better companions than my thoughts.

 

JUST ANOTHER RAPE ?

In waste-pain of ruin the lost jerk and squirm
and dissolve into nothing but ruin
and pain-waste of human connection
to world and to human...

The best of Man is his ruins.

Sperm doesn't care
whose cock it dribbles from.
Shelves in the food-halls
of terrible towers
are stacked with prices and corpses:
"Le bonheur est dans le prix."
As famine hobbles and crawls
I am the nothing around which spins
the vainglory which I despise.
What I experience as suffering
is just the knowledge that
(like the spat sperm which forced me into life)
I'm floating in the sea of suffering,
and my contempt is nothing
but a drop of slime
upon the infinitely deep and crumbling
well-shaft of time.

Those who believe in gods or a god and paradise
think they're not animals,
and freely force themselves to be
the zombies that the mummy-lords decree.

God knows:
wisdom is the opposite of love
(which is elaborate appropriation)
- and the instrument
most suitable for the operation
of writing poems
is a spade.

I saw God again
the other day
digging up bones
behind the slaughterhouse of right and wrong
in an old fur coat the colour of antique jade.

 

 

135. SOME HOPE I

I do not wish
to be more
than the whisper
of heart
before silence.

Death is the greatest gift to the living.

 

Non-penetrative 'sex'

is to the cruder kind
as Dhrupad is to Opera.

 

26a

It often has been
(always will be said)
that buggery's an
'unnatural' enjoyment
- and so it is:
just as unnatural as
'paid employment'.

 

1. How wrong

that people
would rather be right
than be understanding.

 

13. AFTER ADORNO

Novels are anecdotal.
Poems get more trivial.

 

46. LINES TO SÉAMUS

A poem is a kind of rumour
that goes nowhere
unless you're famous.

 

 

333a.

The only human artefact
visible from outer space
is the Great Wall of China.

The forests have gone,
the seas are sick,
the earth is a ravaged vagina
crawling with walls.
Such pettiness, and such insanity!
Fences and barriers define humanity.

 

LIBERATION SQUARE
for Hauke Hückstadt

It might be called Liberation Square
the terrible, teeming concourse where
two cheerful girls with Down's Syndrome
and time-bombs strapped to them
were dumped at what is euphemistically
called Pets' Market
to kill as many people as they innocently might.

It might well have been
a pitiful release
a mercy beyond measure
for the poor
starved, degraded
cowering, cage-fouling,
panic-stricken animals
tormented in the gulags of our pleasure.

 

Education:

When the blind
lecture the deaf

How futile
are the prophecies!

 

DAYS

My correspondent wrote:
"I hope your day is being good to you."
He is American, of course.

Days are often good to me.

But am I good to days ?
Check out the Day-Abuse Website
to read about how horrible people can also be
to nice, harmless, passing days
which just want to go by quietly
without too much noise, except
(what can they expect ?) around volcanoes
which they learned about at Day School
from the Ancient of Days
who had a Santa beard, and was an uncircumcised
collector of foreskins,
and lived on top of cloudy pillars.

He's dead now,
killed by Christians,
whom Jews might be justified in calling God-killers.

 

There is no Truth
There is no Oneness
There is no God

And the One True God is
Suicide.

 

CHILDREN OF AFRICA
(a homage to Hans Magnus Enzensberger)

There is more variety in vegetables than in people
and I can eat them
without risk of prosecution,
courtroom mumbo-jumbo
and life-imprisonment.
There are 4,119 kinds of cultivated potato,
but people all seem the same,

unearthy.

Hyænas love tanks
or more particularly their dead crews.
Hyænas eat up their dinners
and don't think of the starving
children of Africa.
Only humans can be sinners.

 

SELF-PORTRAIT IN A WARDROBE

a rag
beneath an endless rail
of empty, clinking
coathangers

 

ALL BLOOD TASTES THE SAME

Men's armpits in their natural state
have a range of smells
- fennel, ginger,
leather, horse, ripe date,
pipe-tobacco, damp logs -
but their balls
all smell the same

though maybe not to dogs.

 

 

CHRISTMAS

The illusion of giving.
The squalor of selling.

 

THE UNDERWHELMINGNESS OF EJACULATION

Sexuality and I have had
'poor connectivity'.
I am not good at connection -
perhaps because I over-value
the illusion of autonomy.

The surrender of autonomy
is pain. Death
the permanent surrender
of mere consciousness.

 

HISTORY

To a greater
or a lesser
degree of other
people's pain
all leaders
all desperate achievers
are insane

 

OXYMORONIC

Poetry
Workshop

 

A MAN IN JAPAN

conducted his
symphony orchestra

without his
cancerous
windpipe
(or œsophagus),

and received
a standing ovation
which lasted 10 minutes.

Japan also has
an unknown number
perhaps a hundred
thousand hermits,
drop-outs, solitaries

who conduct their lives
minimally -
all in their private
penitentiaries.

 

THE IMITATION OF DIOGENES

Avoiding breeders
meat-eaters
and hypocrites
that is to say
most people
my chief accomplishment
is to enjoy being alone

For this I am grateful
to plants
and dogs
and weather
and water
and stone

 

THE SECRET OF LIFE

Le secret de la vie
c'est d'être content
en la détestant.

We define ourselves
by allegiance, hatred
and religion.
We are the only hating species,
and if we were benign
we would not have
invented religions.

The secret of life
is to hate it
and be happy.

 

THE TRIUMPH OF CONSUMERISM

Now here
and everywhere:
nowhere.

 

 

TRUFFLES

There's gotta be a reason
why the underneaths of
happy foreskins smell
of truffles.
And does Heaven's Great Collector
eat them, or does he
just sniff His Great Collection
from age to age, yea, unto Eternity ?
Do Jews eat truffles ?
Or Muslims ?
As for me, I find, will find, have found
the perfume of my cock
not just more exquisite
but a helluvalot cheaper
than mere truffles
- and available - to hand -
all year round.

 

A WASHING POEM

The best thing about the Tuareg
is that they never wash their bodies.
I wash my hands several times a day
My face (briefly) twice;

My brain remains unwashed.

 

UNWASHED

At this point I will say
that the only time
I take a bath
or shower
is after I get
too close
to the deodorised
and hypocrites -

But I keep well
away

(and my lovers love my smell).

 

IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF CONFUCIUS ?

At 20 I wanted to be a Philosopher.
At 30 I wanted to be a Poet.
At 40 I explored a tiny corner of the Empire of the Senses.
At 50 I entered the Grottoes of Angst.
At 60 I rose up from the Depths of Despair,
despising, but not necessarily disliking, human beings.
At 70 I hope I will be rotting in the thicket
where I planted many trees and avoided using shears,
and which by then I hope will be impenetrable.

If I live to 80, alas! I will not have got the guts
happily to end my superfluity of years.

 

POETIC ESSAY
(after listening to William Trevor's
"Sacred Statues" on the radio.)

In Ancient Greece
men in their forties and older
had affectionate relationships
with teenagers - involving
genitals but probably not
arseholes. This, of course,
is perfectly natural where
it is not taboo.

In Ancient Greece
unwanted babies were put
in special places for the childless
to adopt or the wolves to eat.
Wolves are admirable animals
alleged to foster human infants,
especially twins.

Why cannot unwanted babies now
anywhere be brought or sent to a
recycling centre
for the childless and the lupine to adopt ?

'Because they might be used for sex'
(you may reply) - which is rather worse
than being devoured by hungry wolves.
But in a culture where babies
could be swapped and passed on,
and mature men could have inductive,
pagan-godfathering relationships with boys,
our bogeymen would not be child-buggerers,
but perhaps the heartless people
who, in fact and in effect,
keep the debilitated old alive in limbos
of dead comfort, confusion and neglect.

 

THE GAP BETWEEN THE WORLDS

is the great consciousness between
truth and fiction
sleeping and waking
singing and talking
art and science
imagination and insight
sex and gender
love and happiness
inspiration and expiration
death and glory
desires and terrors
the left brain and the right -

is the universe
of unseen mirrors.

 

789.

I dreamed I asked Diogenes
What is the most evil thing on earth ?

You mean, apart from
human sperm and Devil's Turds ?

he laughed.
My answer's obvious, ironic:
words.

WRITING HOME IN 2058

Nothing
to write home about.

 

I'M ALWAYS HAPPY

when I feel I'm dying.

 

HAIKAI

White Chinese Dragon
in a snowy Chinese field.
Divine self-effacement.

White Chinese Dragon
on a snowy Chinese field.
Divine self-effacement.

*

Winter and summer
up their well-worked arses:
the haiku-writers.

 

Humans are horrible.
Humans are vile.
But they'll all be
gone in a while.


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