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Experimental shit.

From:

Jock McKmemeez <[log in to unmask]>

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Poetryetc: poetry and poetics

Date:

Wed, 2 Dec 2009 11:07:05 +0000

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That was the month that is, November 2009. So much happened in the scenes
and distilleries of verbal magic. So many people came and went. All of us
here writing and reading, we achieved so little and yet, so much. Across the
spectrum in all its back-water of still side-pools and wells in a torrent of
up-gushing filíocht, we spoke and spun us dealers of whatever appears in an
application which delivers the literature and letters. 

Torqued by a 'technology of the intellect' rendered compliant, broadcasting
our quarrel with the self that is poetry and rhetoric made into a global
business: our market two to three million. The one percent of everyone alive
with some level of proficiency with and in this language not of our
forebears, rendered compliant by another's language not their own - ours now
- sown within at brutal cost, the thwacking anglo-saxon hammer in Latin,
full span across the spectrum, a Language that binds and divides us, the 2
billion with a smattering of English.

A two to three hundred million customer potential, the one percent of 'us':
just being born now - not then - offers an advantage because of this linqua
franca, universal european representitive of a west-world ethic, race reared
on the tv technologies by invisible gods, absent ones alive to all but most,
as what image?

Ourselves, 'us', bored to the bone, bad right through, full time appalled,
always looking out to knee you in the balls, gnawed gone to that nothingness
in the current competitive state of being on a scene so sealed by wearing a
shirt for self-first, 'me' and me the imaginary anonymous anyone and unborn
dead yet to ventriliquze us once the race is run: us and 'them', we're all
very much the same, identical in every single aspect of importance - two
legs, arms, hands, ear, nose, a container of the lens that is us with
consciousness - manifesting vibrational energies into ..this looking phantom
visible whole made into our show, with what technology of the intellect we
possess.

Language it is 'us' 'here' in this space, huddle, self-help symbol and
support of one another as haters, lovers, rivals and, ultimately - performers.

What a performance thus far and it only early in December. There's plenty of
time for us to start a row, have a big scene swapping letters of outrage and
taking issue, agreement, smoothing the way for a read-through at the
recital, advertising in this corner where sophistication haunts the very
walls and doors, drains and bridges, all you need is stuff, stuff, stuff -
stuff is all we need, 

yeah yeah yeah.

The party time is nearly upon us, and i was just gonna ask if y'all wanna
Xmas do, for the favourite few of you who I respect as mental patients in
therapy here where it's all so very very experimental, hey, dearest
deserters from the one wrong till, tallying it all so very forward edge, so
very worthwhile and not a little unexpensive, if such a scene exists - where
is it now, please, if not right here now, right, sheeple?

~

Take no notice of my lunacy - tis been a strange month. Last Septmeber, i
imagined to have hit ollamh, but with the conscious and unconscious realm
divided by quarterly periods and moon-cycles, the quarrel within with Self,
though we cross rubicons and arrive at platforms where the life-long light
of Learning first came on, in the early part of the year it was before the
ollamh woke first to consciousness, after the six month catch up. Though I
guessed it in Spetember, this was only an intuitive knowing. The latest in a
guessing game of hocus pocus and supernatural business end of what it is,
the quarrel within our own Self, the technology of the intellect, both
process and self-wrought ironing van, staple to heart and head, a mass of
many things that is, everything perhaps, in that binary focus the
knowing-ones were taught in the schools and whose live within the annals as
blue-print how-to guide for us in the guild of verbal magicians being oh so
very foreward edge, guessing what will come before it happens, being a
magician in print, keeping the eye fixed on what quarrel's outpouring from
within, reflection of the universe, olfactory 'n aural, sight and speech,
hear that sound anew, the new sound system for poetic belief, from the
regular poetry ecetera members, keeping it real, teaching, spreading belief
and oh so very forward, exciting, ready to back each other up when our
reputation's discussed behind open citadel doors, scurrying across to what
chief knowers instruct us to make, luvvie luvvie.

Crazy times.

Desmond Swords Normal Illinois.

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