The Gypsy Django
May 22, 2009 at 7:56 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 27 CommentsTags: poetry, riff
Lets
do the gypsy Django in a flurry
and twirl
drink flaming
un-name-ables of some
strange, haha she is dancing,
Lets
sit on the tiny iron balcony
and see
sea monster
mermaid moons rising two
free, gala is dancing
Lets
embrace the seen one an other
gypsy Django,
smoke jangling
twirling un-flame-ables
the sea, voila, dancing
The Aleister Crowley Riff
April 9, 2009 at 6:13 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 10 CommentsTags: aleister crowley, poetry, riff, writing
“Do what thou wilt,” said Crowley passing the Punch and Judy. Like some verb descendant, wilt. In later years he shambled the beaches of Brighton, a mere figure of fun. If you assert that it is possible to contain actual magic in language no amount of argument will do, nor drawing strange designs in the condensation left on the kitchen table from the bottom of a cold bottle.
something sinister
December 11, 2008 at 6:40 pm | Posted in genre isn't dead yet but it should be, poetry, writing | 9 CommentsTags: George Clinton, poetry, riff, writing
lurking in the background out of sight
but not beyond vision, George and his rampant
orchestra of happy fools on another mother ship,
foxes those tricksters led by scent
and neat vibrations, flickers of a tail,
lost apon some pirate ship
time machine in obvious disguise
doing backward somersaults
trust your instincts alive
on circus wires
and when you fall into that sea
best not try to fathom it.
The Nietsche Beardsley Homer Homer Simpson Riff. I wanna call it but people will think I’m an idiot.
November 24, 2008 at 6:11 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 11 CommentsTags: poetry, riff, tiring of the self-portrait, writing, writing for fun
oh no, not mr N again
all that knowing and noh-ing
and nodding, the truth in some
half-ironical smile beneath the most
outrageous of moustachios
the twinkle in his eye distracting
from the spot of blood in his elegant
kerchief
meanwhile Beardsley re-invents the arabesque
for its own sake wherein the Sumerians
found the first written language,
everything describes itself
perfectly, so why
poetry Homer.
What shall we do with these three long hairs?
I vote the comb-over.
(I should put a link here to My Mental Milkcrate’s piece called Three Lines Free which was partly the inspiration for this piece. Jess is a great writer.)
no peace without justice,
October 27, 2008 at 6:33 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 16 CommentsTags: poetry, riff, twenty minute exercise, writing
once found ideas like
no peace without justice
resurrection from the ocean as it were
sending children shrieking into the outstretched
arms of outraged mothers, haha,
dripping ill gotten gains from some nether world
i am come i am come
i return
there is no force mightier than mine
the force unseen which draws forward
and urges on from behind,
he says, lurching as Mamu reaches
out and hey ho he’s floating again
blinded by Shanghai’s
and rick-a-shays
Puff Piece.
October 22, 2008 at 6:12 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 10 CommentsTags: poetry, riff, writing
Puff P Diddly daddy Sean Coombes riff.
You gotta be kidding me. If I pimp my piece
one more time in public just take me out
the back and shoot me, Bootsy.
Must i say he says again and insert some
sly comma? ten minutes,
well we are gonna need a handjive
let me get this tissue and wipe away this tattoo
and here a green silk dress, wait what’s this
magnificences
outrageous,
and golden jewellery too,
The Henry Rollins Riff.
October 3, 2008 at 9:01 pm | Posted in writing | 18 CommentsTags: australian sentences, Henry Rollins, just another Friday night At The Orchid Room, revolution, riff
There are only two basic fundamental motivations to action. Love which is a permanent desire, fulfilled only in moments of perfect communion in which there is no individual ego not necessarily for one person but for the world as it is and anger.
It is not some flaw in human nature, anger belongs in humans as it does in tigers and in fires. Fuck me, that is a lot of money to just magic out of nowhere, 700 billion dollars? What did they just ring the mint and say print more money and give it to us and then we’ll give it to the same bastards who ripped you off the first time. And yet, people are homeless, your public education system is a mess, you don’t have universal free health care but you need $700 000 000 000 for the banks and it just appears. (According Zfacts.com the U.S. National Debt, that is the amount owed by the General Fund into which your taxes are paid, is already 10 Trillion dollars. And they are saying they just dipped into it and come up with another 700 billion? Who did they borrow it from, cos 10 Trillion in debt sound like empty pockets to me.) Was it just sitting under a rock and they forgot about it til now? Why not save the interest and just pay off the poor bastard’s mortgages?
And you’re a Christian country, of course. Well that explains a lot. Your legends are of revolutionaries, your intellectual tradition is one of dissent and questioning and yet you watch America’s Next Idol and you are voting for actors. You praise the smoothest slickest conartists that ever lived. Actors. These people you trust.
The Charlatan has his place, not always in the deck.
( a big shout out here to the infamous and mythic Paul M. Peterson.)
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