OR RIPE CHEESE
Emperor of
Ice Cream
Queen
of Margarine
Wallace and his dog
composed a poem together
so see
if you can
stop motion animate
that
creative process
using
the usual:
plasticine, modeling clay
or
(of course) ripe
cheese
23 Saturday Jan 2021
Posted Creation, Creativity, dog poem, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, popcultural, Uncategorized
inOR RIPE CHEESE
Emperor of
Ice Cream
Queen
of Margarine
Wallace and his dog
composed a poem together
so see
if you can
stop motion animate
that
creative process
using
the usual:
plasticine, modeling clay
or
(of course) ripe
cheese
17 Sunday Jan 2021
Posted Nuclear, philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, popcultural, post-apocalyptic, Uncategorized
inPLAN IS
the plan is
to teach the Universe
the physics of Einstein
hope being
that we fill
the galaxy
with mushroom
clouds
take
the unconscious
to every planet
in every solar system
lecture on Plato’s cave
and Republic
the entire post-
Disney history
of pop culture
from fins on Cadillacs
to nuclear theme park
15 Friday Jan 2021
Posted media, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, popcultural, postmodern, satire, Truth, Uncategorized
inTags
fake news, Frankfurt School, media, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire, Theodor Adorno
TO POWER
if it all fake
how the f do you
speak truth
to power
how do
you
locate the
source of your
stultification and
oppression
if you
need your
GPS to
locate your
existence
the networks blasting
in the foreground
of the background
eating Cheetos
reading Adorno
how the Hell
do your find
yourself?
13 Wednesday Jan 2021
Posted film, Horror, media, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, popcultural, postmodern, Poststructuralism, Reader, satire, TV, wordplay, writing
inTags
audience, Gollum, Lord of the Rings, media, poem, poetry, Reader, Ringu, television, The Ring
RINGU
you can’t step
in the same
river
twice
and the same monster
can’t climb through
your TV screen twice
your
precious TV set
you are watching
Lord of the Rings on
strangulated voice of
Andy Serkis
desperate to win
back thing
the Hobbitses stole
but beware
stuff, characters, demons
just popping in
through mirrors and
screens and
all things permeable
sitting comfortably on the sofa
to share you viewing experience
gnarled, prosthetic fingers
grabbing for
a biscuit, creeping towards
the potato chips
Gollum coughing and wheezing because
no fish in the popcorn
talking of reality
one has to
think television
because
the connection, once metonymic,
is now
in sickness and in health
marriage inseparable
poem too is permeable, but sadly
lacking comparatively
and lucky you are too
for there are wordsmiths who
do shapeshift, their
transformative powers bad
news for
your comfort zone
yes
you think it’s fake and
the words have
done enough
to put something
in that oven, strip search
and infiltrate you
so better buckle up, sharpen up,
no hope for you reading with
that glazed TV look and
obligatory commercial break to
feed your
imagination
or else
I will Ringu you
crawl out snake-like from
deep within
the subtext
the space between the lines
where your
curiosity
was needed
yep, could be
there before you
know it
curled up
cat-like in
your lap
(in which guise
a gorgeously green Orc woman
did once
surprise
no hive-mind jive
now
from those
redoubtable lips
many
love scars from
her conversion. )
24 Saturday Oct 2020
Posted philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, popcultural, postmodern, Poststructuralism, Uncategorized, wordplay, writing
inTags
logic, poem, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, Star Trek, wordplay, writing
MIND MELD
I’m sick
of your sticky statistics
rather let me rot in my detachment
unless preserved from decay by the
power of dream time
Oh you
self-righteous ones
you have crunched
the numbers
on me
and my poem
checked the patterns to
see where
they lie, where
they match
as if
news from the tesseract
has not
yet reached you
Godel, Derrida
serving you a banquet,
full eat all you want
buffet of
undecidability and
incompleteness
Ah, therein the difference,
the sage
and the onion
both proclaim
you trying to convince me
with that Bertrand Russell look,
all the panoply
of a symbolic logic
so far
not so good
soon dear Captain
you will have
to give up that ghost
leave it to your first officer
to try a mind meld
13 Thursday Aug 2020
Posted Community, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, popcultural, Uncategorized
inTags
L AND ME AND THE TIME CAPSULE
chatted to L
on the phone for hours
sex, rock music,
celebrity scandals, life, drama,
with lots of tiny
anecdotes, images,
remembered
sound bites that
spice everything
me declining to play a role
in her expert panel discussion
(not feeling
in any way the expert I might
have once proclaimed myself to be)
woke up
hours later
this space so cold
the inside of a refrigerator
or a time capsule hurtling through
the absolute zero of deep space
carrying the record
of our species
some wonderful words, great sounds
great images
popular culture, chit-chat and
trivial bullshit
(which is where I come in,
enter the picture$
which is
pretty dark and
freezing
so just
don’t take this call, shut down
your screens, take off
your headsets
unless you are in
the picture for
anecdotes and trivia
of a most
frivolous kind
for instance: these are the pictures of L’s
hot fantasy guys from
social media
think you will find
much here to interest you, amuse you
excite you
but remember
every second I am
thousands, millions
of miles more distant
from the planet
packed solid in ice
for safe-
keeping
frozen to the bone
30 Thursday Jul 2020
Posted intense, Intertextual, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, popcultural, psychological/psychoanalytical, Uncategorized
inTERNS
“It will be turns with us too.”
The Silence of the Lambs
how is life treating you Doctor?
anthrax island must be
such a bore
even you
must have run out
of things to observe regarding
tern mating and nesting habits
and the weekly dips in the freezing ocean
make thoughts of an escape swim
across the Atlantic
little more than an abject fantasy of hope
daily I think of you
and your mode of existence during
this life quarantine
imagine a different reality where
you might have already secured your freedom
wiped the vengeance slate clean
and dined exquisitely, working
your way historically through
a more than impressive list
of dishes lovingly prepared
using treasures surgically elicited
from your A-list victims
yes, I thought about you
quite often Dr Lecter
imprisoned on this island
counting
terns making
sense of
their social structures,
their flight patterns
counting
turns
the number of rotations of the planet
to be computed between birth and death
housed here
we hope securely that
we might sleep safely
and now
having — I presume — heard
these words, divined the
deeper subtexts of
my message
the hidden flows and
treacherous currents
do you
mapping out your Universe inner
and outer
find time
to think of me?
17 Friday Jul 2020
Posted Alien, Author, Creation, Creativity, Dark night of the soul, Ending, entropy, Humanity, identity, Infinity, Intellectual, intense, Narrative, philosophical, Planets, Plato, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, political, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, popcultural, postmodern, science fictional, Space, The future, TV, Universe, Value and meaning, Wasteland, writing
inGRIZZLED
too grizzled
now
for my
own good
getting too
grizzled to write
for who, in
their right mind
is going
to read me
as I bumble along
in pedantic pentameter?
need to go
hibernate
find a cave (not THAT cave)
shut up shop
cave
need to
have
plumbing and
bay window, satellite
and cable TV
where
24/7 can
tune in to
your dream narratives
the sum of
your fictions
beamed
out to me
and out to the stars
out into deep space
(deep state?) whatever
that
could be
images trusted to
ambassador us, tell
aliens our all
tell
just how
fragile we are, how
alone really are
and blind
to all around us, to
the light years
between what
we are
and might be
13 Monday Jul 2020
Posted Christian, Devil, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, popcultural, rock music, satire, Uncategorized
inTags
Christian, Cpuntry Music, Devil, Mick Jagger, poem, poetry, satire, Sympathy for the Devil, The Rolling Stones
ANOTHER COUNTRY
Jagger surmised the Devil
a man
of wealth and taste
polite in
introducing himself
finger in
every bad bad pie
source
of every wrong
how to
respond
when rock’s
another country
rock’s a
different paradigm
and selfsame Jagger
singing a song to put
you to shame
your faith in the Book
and a good shotgun blast
enough for
any evil
anything wanting
to change anything
13 Monday Jul 2020
Posted Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, popcultural, Uncategorized, wordplay
inTags
CLEMENTINE
sun sank beneath the horizon
a plain not in
Spain
plane of
the horizon
no more
it’s bright
at least
not
for another day
so far
from the ocean
(Billy’s Ocean)
it could not
go Nautilus
go
yellow submarine
must have gone
miner, a forty-niner
dug it’s way under
resurfaced in
California
state of the
Rams and
Chargers
and
such
good vibrations
singing “Clementine”