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O’ FRAGONARD

O’ Fragonard .. .     O’ Fragonard you wished to become a serious artist to climb the stairs of fame and fortune to the stars your accomplishments are known, wise and certain as we lift the purple, velvet curtain, … Continue reading

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AFTERMATH .. .

Aftermath .. . . . The tragedy of universal world order conquest versus the scope and scape of nature from Tehrain through the truthful priest of Tibet to Queens then off to California the Goldrush has arrived in this sylicone … Continue reading

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OH! AND OH AGAIN!

Oh! and Oh again! I had been instructed under pain of a certain kind of  punishment to ingratiate my humanness, write boldly within a stream of consciousness maybe a modicum of winsomeness, fuck-fuck candydaddy humour and the certainty of truthfulness, … Continue reading

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METAMORPHOSIS .. .

METAMORPHOSIS .. . 4th of July – ring freedom’s bell… (new york edition) Inside the soldiers drum     rat a tat a tat a tum the imagination of science decrees within the vortex of constructed value the causality of … Continue reading

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Philip Roth .. .

Philip Roth .. .   Sometimes it happens. Sometimes I’m a writer and sometimes I’m a liar. You can’t pick up your life and live it for two hours and then put it down again. When Horowitz or Henry, Patrick … Continue reading

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My Apex Window – London Bridge and the Odeon, Leicester Square It’s falling down, it’s falling down the world we made is falling down down into a hole named Abi-synia Desolate mountaineering when the guides have all gone home you … Continue reading

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BLUNTNESS WITH A LITTLE GRAVY!

BLUNTNESS  WITH A LITTLE GRAVY .. . A black sun sets on the yellow sea, splashed golden   trees whistling strangely, pyramids the grey mountains this mauved sea, twisting and turning, a whore at her work   turns men’s minds … Continue reading

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THE INVASION OF THE A.M.A.T.E.U.R.S

The Invasion of the A.M.A.T.E.U.R.S                                       War we always have with us… West of pier point on the cusp of Ben Hazi … Continue reading

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I BOUGHT BUKOWSKI

I bought Bukowski I bought Bukowski .. . I bought BukowskiI bought White Stripesseven deaths on Lincolnshire roads where I livethe rain still falling on the window ledge outsidesexy as suck I bought into BukowskiI bought into Seamus Heaney toomy … Continue reading

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BRITAIN HAS ITS BISCUITS

Britain Has Its Biscuits .. .   Alongside the apothecary of jars and potionsthe baker’s biscuit designed to aid digestionwas accepted by the nation not bicarbonatebut by skill in appropriating diffused libations In this regard it waits in line behind … Continue reading

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