Monday, 24 November 2014

readings in december / poems

two readings in december:

Turbamento IV
Tuesday 2nd December

Geraldine Bhoyroo
Jeff Hilson
Nat Raha

And a special performance of Turbamentomime: A Play in Three Acts, With Two Intermissions, A Prologue And An Epilogue

, Free 
Downstairs at the Betsey Trotwood
56 Farringdon Road (EC1R 3BL)



poems have been emerging since the summer in recent issues Tripwire (Oakland), Zone (Canterbury), Sundial (Maine) and more forthcoming in the next issue of Materials (Cambridge).

Thursday, 23 October 2014

(london will die)

                          as all we ever bought here w/
                          suffering & condemnation,
                                                                    , by the basis
                                                                    disinvested in lives & the
                                                                    workings of the hospital /
                          dereliction carved vital into tony blair & white teeth
                                            & smiles sound
                                                                    tracked back to work &
                                            bed closing circuit wage differentials [::]
                                                       of cyclic years cutting & our
                                                       difference rendered the same [£]
                                                                    of things can only craned speculative
                                                                    of financial blood / abandon f’
                                                                    contemporary rot
                              between alarm rent clock day & the damp
                              bred work & less well, you
                              sick daily by the skill shortage & IWGB
                              the collateral of wages for living, dear
                                                                                        boris opinion violence
                                            distributed / digested to the point of truth
                                            killed clean for the purpose of the crimeswept &
                                            arteries oligarchical, [[applause of yur latest
                                                                                                               friends sung
                                                            until the housing bubble detonates all
                                                            drunk dressed up to leicester square & post-
                                                public school,
                                                                      as solidarity bored
                                     office cellular goes to
                                                                      foodbank & the
                                                                      paving, cloud the top
                                                                                                       of the shard as the
                                                                                 working class vanished severe & you
                                                                                 puke underground
                                                                                               [[ forgot from friends
                                                                                 carved glass through the throat
                                             poem is easy & as inevitable
                                             as the next collapse ::
                                                                               productivity absent bled
                                                                               arms from the city
                                , the dust of the strand poured
                                ashes of our work onto parliament square, which you can
                                           holiday w/ the police throwing knives charge
                                                  / odeful hallway snailing city
                                                  hall glass, you murder all
                                                                                        frequencies & hours
                                                                                        barb the workday
                                & the A&E warped into yur lux home to filth
                                                    to gull & garbage struck still & labourless
                                                    & the ancient foul of thameswash



Monday, 15 September 2014

(poem announcing the end of england)

                           on the occasion of sick order & separation
                                                                                                , papers
                                      rabid w/ future according to corp.:
                                 stultified peoples known as the english
                                 , epidemics of national conservatism
                                 , freetrade publics &
                                                      service / borders wretched keep
                                                      calm & carry ←colonial ghost ;;
                                 our sickness , downriver sold & quantified to
                                                                        the TTIP.  in 2015 \
                                                                        with all ships &
                                                                                                 symbols of order
                                             charred, vendettas of the middle
                    ages, tearing the
                    brick / reign barricades
                                                          westminster, of monuments demolished,
                                                          speech signatures & corpse tories, fascists
                                                          & centrist tendencies: we /
                                                          to hail the end of official history. in waking
                      / destruct semblance of the democratic,
                      the extractions from our bones pronounced as the new week, positive
                                                          witness \ stupor & individual interest,
                                                          home owned & other aspirations//
                                                                        a comedy of damnation
                                                                        & erasure of the countryside
                                        :: we none will be saved by weathering & climate's end

[september 2014]

[[from an untitled sequence]]

                                          pulled from
                   ease (( slumber
                   red in eyes &
                                       rubbish of workdreams, new
                   cross road sirens unmarked, GEO vans & sun
                                smogthroat waft, the years less
                   desperate only through the replacement of people
                                class glean slight on
                                53% salary toward at home / begun
                                / felt in our sickness
recognition / dismayed

                                                                        in september heat the
                                                                        gravity on bodies misspelling
                                          bored orders of day / atms [atmospheres] casual
                                          normativity reified to the end of the new world
                                          order «all gather round to hear your side
                                          of things
as our action torch against gaslit languages,
                                          memories, as precarity invests
                                                      in the reciprocal of archives our guts,
                                                      nerves, health, abstraction & belonging
                                                      the erasure of days,, sorry we are so nice to
do not
                                                      the global blood of liberalism // tsunami
                                                                          for offices, parliamentary &
                                                      luxury to be erected on the old kent road
                                                                          ¿¿what are you afraid of