From obsessive readings of Pound, I have learned abrupt, almost nonsensical changes of mood, place, tense etc. This piece is lousy with s sort of damned quantum jumping.
I have tried to jam pack this piece full of shite & onions.
Some parts are from the letters of a certain young sailor who used the moniker of E**** M****. Quite a bit is pillaged from the B__d of A__n.
An overwhelming question, that does no ask what is it, is the questions of poetical transcendence or visionary power through a "long, intimidating, immense and rational derangement of all the senses."
Drugs alcohol etc all do this. But so too obscuring nyx and our sign posted civitas. The sounds of the automated world, the nightmare glare destroying the zodiac. The hypnocritical power of epilepsy music, constant emotions of rhythm, falling from the open trance doors of the clubs splicing sounds onto the pavement.
Ennui
A very pretty salon
With a piano
Sun light smashes
On white wet tea leaves
A rainbow spans the East.
A continuous
Spectrum Quantized
Multicoloured arc
Red on the outside
Violet inside.
Rainbow apex will form
Roughly 42 degrees
Above the location
The antisolar point
Science tells me this.
Empirical. Repeatable.
The conditions to predict
A rainbow I know and I can
Then
Point out to the children
Where a rainbow will be...
Any less precious?
Aphrodisias space
Dual Banded Alexander.
Kicks & Beatings
We are looked after by
Four poor ships boys
Scurvying the night
Crusty letting out the air
Of four wheel Drive tyres
Shutting down petrol
These dirty bludging
Throw away children
Are the one who will...
And these children that you spit on
Immune to your consultations
Ecstatic feral ones you despise
Whose training consists of
Kicks and Beatings
Murderous of public
Cursing a rout of rebels
Opinion air ways Rage
THE RABBLEMENT:
Whoreson beetle-headed
Flap-ear'd knaves!
Rascals senesless villains
Caterpillars lentil-fed knaves
Away,
You whoreson upright rabbits
Away!
Loggerheads, rascals.
Malt horse drudges.
Dogs! I will Blast
And give 'em all a
Great galloping
Dose of 'ows your farder...
Hang, cur! hang
Insolent noisemaker!
How now Brown cow...
You whoreson peasant!
Where have you been these
Two days loitering?
RABBLE OF MODERATION:
Rebels, traitors; (let us) scourge
With haughty arms
This hateful name.
All this carry-on
Tut tut...
(What hempen home-spuns
Have we swaggering here)
They seem to do their
Cause more harm than
Good.
And so to arms, victorious father,
To quell the rebels and their complices
I assure you it makes
Them remarkably obedient
Think, thy slave man rebels
And by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds
That beasts may have the world
In empire!
Nausea
Bunches of blossoms
Bloom the corded branch
Butter shiny after the rain
Arousing all insect manner
Winged and crawling...
Dark to the West
Glowing
A man running
I was, I am
Horribly sea sick
Empty Bus Station
Lonely of an evening
Reflected blank windows
Office Block. Brutal.
Dense fagends of saliva agenda.
What matters the orthodontist?
Who is inconvenienced, hindered,
Annoyed? Car tyres let down.
One billion One dollar a day.
Three billion Two Fifty a day.
I really miss the comforts of home
Mysterious brown thighs
Of breakfast and long narcotic
Languor Workday Afternoon
Whiskey soda water and ice
Crushed.
Small silvereyed birds
Chorus unseen. An umbrella doubles
As a cane. Coughing Spitting
Shaking the ground for support.
Radiant Nemesis
Shining Adrasteia
Black glowing laneway.
Nyx bare deadly dreams
Nyx bore the implacable
Executrix, lover of hooded
Bloody sanded fighters.
Old, ancient, old
Long before the gods...
Squalid cord of dirty mirrors
Sloppy spilling of college age
Friends of the band
BrokenDown old
Half rail way
Shot gun house.
All Art is Art
Swinging bare iron mips
Of trenchtown roots rock
Sea & Sky always the Same
The cooling after rain
Of outside. It's Stupid. Slow
And Fuzzy.
I wont die for your lies
Mother Fucker
I wont die for your greed
For you failures for your
Power tripping
Mutha Fucker
I wont kill for your lies
Mother Fucker
I wont kill for your greed
For you failures for your
Power tripping
Mutha Fucka
Porco Dio
The constant electronic
Metronome flash of security
Hypnotised W/ music sounds
Of one hundred conversations
One thundered luvers dramas
Metal porcelain Nick
The Stripper shells
Ecstatic porcine jugs
Fill flame shabby ideas
Upon the shelved walls
Piss pot toby mugs into
Down his hatch one more...
Last bunk bush rail outta town
Phornographic flash and echo
Far truck thunder. A rational
Disordering - take apart
Put hence together senses
Sonic boom blast room box
Lift lit with pale stinkly
Mobile fone LED. The moon
Lint courting noble fire
Fly Lighting doodle bug
Phrenzy. Six nose Ate
Coopers Gaurning the
Buttress oil rum drunk
Daemons padrone. I etch
The lost bunch multiple
Drammes of lite disordered
Sensations of beaming and
Followed hard upon by shadow
Toddle and balance lost
Following her bat wing ass
Door her long hare swaying
Full 85% moon tat waxing
Or more and the harsh
Mudern Lite...
And
This evening
The sea
Was
More phosphorescent
Than usual...
The boat seemed to be plunging
A SEA OF FIRE.
It was quite
Beautiful.
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