GLOVES ARE COMING OFF

Abdul Jnr does Balmoral

Jury is out?

If we took twelve persons good, true and from a broad range of backgrounds who just happened – by their lingo, culture and commitment – to be a temporary community, then paraded the so-called truth before them, and waited while they deliberated (taking what expert and esoteric information was required into account) until they had deliberated… where would we be? Cos the truth is that fleeting thing, which applied to one set of circumstances will inevitably produce quite another verdict when applied to another. Nevertheless, as the archbishop said to the wanton chile, truth is all we got to go on. Ditch the truth, and the rest is white lies, dirty lies and the adulterated facts’n’figs of their opinion.

 

 

 

childsplay

 

easy not to say

hard to leave unsaid

words are grave as stones

spaces undead

 

cut between the lines

mix & rearrange

sentences such strange

blending of wines

 

sounds intoxified

better check that one

no just let it glide

meaning’s a con

 

what’s the art of noise

like philosophers

flock of homing birds

stuck for a choice

 

human life you dig

down the studio

in its judge’s wig

just an owl role

 

 

 

‘twas Christmas Day in the Workhouse..

…and Joseph was pregnant with a star crossed heart , which I don’t mind telling is no laughing matter. Playing with fire, the very thought crosses so many boundaries it’s simply not cricket. Go&Wash your brain out with milk & alcohol. And another thing, he’d woken up that balmy morning to find himself in a different universe. Somehow he had slipped intact through a Black Hole, defying not just the Laws of Gravity/Physics but the Jaws of Heaven/Hell. Forget the barn load of angels, shepherds, kings and animals, because anyroad, what really matters is not where you are so much as what you're going through. “It’s a stage!” - as the artist said to Mrs Worthington. “Wash your daughter’s feet in soda water, it’ll wear off.” Then you’ll be faced with a choice. Actually, we’re always faced with one, but on such a barmy morn as this, the starkness of it all strikes him as dumb. Keep your hair on, Joe!

NOT YET!