Jane "Coupled with...a certain notoriety...increasing success at getting
grants and paid gigs..

The inheriters of Mairead's "cosmic pitchfork"

"begin to write...perform"..live.."poetry" and spoken word in the same
idiom"...the three minute pack, slick form few master, most poorly comedic.

Have a putsch and cull the duffer hacks, please Ms can I make a suggestion?

Rid the imperial vibe of colonial chavs, let their bitching be the cause of
slit psychosis, the latest must have mental tick one must try out like
lifestyle-tourettes, the fashion victim loving Kate, her scuzzy black dress
of the scag scanger goddess scrummy scummy septum sniffer of pure image,
cosmetic slap, remote con of the beautiful one, self unexceptionally hung,
awaiting love to come calling when detox is over, a back-pocket bung, reward
for the long haul, O'Cuiv, O'Higgins, O'Ward and O'Daly all literate septs
in lettered combat, poison in satire, outright lies bought and paid for,
truth a splendor in praise of Gordon - Knott comrades, the loonies detach,
brutal, in a vicious, rude back-slang patois of chat illegible to the
uninitiated of God knows where, some kip in Ipswich I expect the soul
survivors of a lostweekend, on Caister's Norfolk Coat, become the
unattractive Britonic mass going mad, middle nameless, upright facing their foe

Ready a case of the unamed bard Bergin's Ogam orthography

"filled with sharp dart-like pens
limber tipped. firm, nelwy trimmed
paper...cushion under my hand...
percolate upon the smooth slope..
the leaf a fine...uniform.. script
.. verse book enobling classic Gaelic
learnt roots of each tale, branch
of valour and fair knoweldge

That I may recite in learned lays
clear kindred stock, each person's
family tree, exploits of wonder
travel...and...music branch
soft voiced, sweet, a slumberous
lullaby to the heart

grant me the gladsome gyre, loud
brilliant, passionate polished
...rushing swift frenzy...blue edged
bright, sharp-pointed
in a sheath tightly corded
cause itself worthy to contain."

Osborne, who suposed the unknown author of the above flurished in 1500

"His verse..quite lacking the the technique of a professional poet, yet has
a charm of its own" this homily titled "Consolations"

"Unscholarly and therefore unconentional in style"...each one in the forest
with a unique mask of abandonment, McInerney, Dr Whupass, all the unknown
ollamhs (ulavs)

" casting dice from sun to sun
in succession
..course of a chequered smooth"
stream, polished, inverted flux
connotanional reverse

"light...soar aloft
so ina brief space
I traverse the heavy
sodded world throughout"

without

"murmering arrogance or reproach
..peace with them I bow to the"

blinding logical sophisticate

fleet "blessed smooth
and comely band: above all I make
friend my orphan who left
me not alone"

let love pilot us, haunt our embrace

Amegin Bergin giving thanks

"for the transcript of the text I am indebted to Miss Eleanor Knott..."
Bergie translations bogeyman dabble, dance the eye chaotic, measure the
neutral balanced utterance, silence, sound, time the live ratio an unknown
unbluffable unique Knott, fictional windy enchantress but pleaser
smouldering her mugshot in the severe pinch of an immensely bonky image, a
diet of Stonehouse, Kav's never ending slabs of Dutch Gold and Windsor, the
chav-fag for those with multiple exes to fill the dreary day with

resident underbelly, scanger and scary psychos terrorising my mind, the UK's
galatic 70's stunner, Stevie Smith, bore with life's tepid pointlessness,
war vinatge - 1942

Bog-face

Dear little bog-Face
Why are you so cold?
And why do you lie with your eyes shut? -
You are not very old.

I am a Child of this World
And a Child of Grace
And Mother I shall be glad when it is over,
I am Bog-Face. 

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