Friday, January 30, 2009

village celebration.

cling film
banana pudding
lard, sausage, rubber gloves
several types of glorification
various head decorations
music
pipes drums

Thursday, January 24, 2008

some of my intrests (1)
the beatles
(their originality) (their humour) (how did you find america) (turn left at greenland) (their tape digital musical experiments)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QShSmpI0r9k




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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Friday, 24 August 2007


dAdAfamilyPHOTO
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some of my intrests (11)dadaJUNK(but what is that fiendish commotion) (mine HERB) (i can ear you save) (pulling up quickly your pyjamas) (whine) (tis mine old foppish pal getrude stime swapping vicious blokes with that devilish ivor cutlery) (and all over an arrangement of bedpans that are meant to spell out GIVE PEACE A CAMP upon a deserted bum in brighton) (and the beagles) (dirk nasty stig and barry) (oslo sometides nosed as them dam ruttles) (those loveable mop tops frog the bendy banks ov the ribbon mercy) (will provide) (free of change) (a snog track of weird sound) (ant all played out backwaves across the ceramic lips of a nineteen fifties bathtub) (grievously signed in nude biro by a mister all bert hand stand) (ant all stacked up full with naked choir bouys in briefs)http://www.esnips.com/doc/7471a4b2-8395-4cde-b9a5-522994444220/dadaJUNKb.-A-stiff-frost-clicks-along-in-this,-as-the-spider,-across-the-speackled-egg,-crawls

Thursday, July 26, 2007

dadaJUNK (some of) my interests.

dadaJUNK
(some of) my interests
(my greatest attributes are my bad manners and my ill-bred nature) (for the first I can thank my father) (and for the second i can thank my mother) the beatles(their originality) (their humour) (their tape digital musical experiments) traveling wilburys after the beatles split they reformed a year later as the travelling wilburys but tax complications each of the beatles had to change his name george harrison (tom Petty as Bob Dylan) Tom Petty George Harrison Jeff Lynne Roy Orbison Bob Dylan
john lennon(books) (in his own rite) (a spaniard in the works)(reality leaves a lot to the imagination) (as usual there is a great woman behind every idiot) (time you enjoy wasting was not wasted) (life is what happens when you're busy making other plans) (i get by with a little help from my friends) yoko ono (her book/grapefruit) (everybodys an artist) (everybodys god) (its just that theyre inhibited) (history) (i dont believe in history) george martin (beatles music producer) (abbey road) (well i certainly did use backward music) (i would tend to do that all the time) (i tended to do all sorts of weird things just to get effects) british humour (monty python) (fawlty towers) ivor cutler (his eccentricity/(his squeeze box) (imperfection is an integral part of perfection)spike milligan (how long was i in the army? five foot eleven) (a sure cure for seasickness is to sit under a tree) (i have the body of an eighteen year old i keep it in the fridge) (i thought i'd begin by reading a poem by shakespeare but then I thought why should i he never reads any of mine) lewis carroll (begin at the beginning and go on till the end then stop) (but I don't want to go among mad people said alice oh you cant help that said the cat we're all mad here) (everythings got a moral if only you can find it) (no good fish goes anywhere without a porpoise) (politics) (a definition) (the rule is jam tomorrow and jam yesterday but never jam today) (the slithy toves did gire and gimble in the wabes) (well slithy means lithe and slimy) (and lithe is the same as active) (you see it's like a portmanteau) (there are two meanings packed up into one word) marcel duchamp(art has absolutely no existence as veracity) (as truth) (i force myself to contradict myself (each and every day) (so as to avoid conforming to my own taste) (its true of course humor is very important in my life as you know) (thats the only reason for living in fact) john cage(i have nothing to say) (i am saying it) (and that is poetry) dada (dada is now more irrelevant than it ever was and for that we truly thank god) zen (discovering the sound of one hand clapping) nonduality (and all other esoteric practices (including pataphysics) that i dont understand) architecture (like life and like the penis its always upright (about men) and about angles) bedrooms (why are they always upstairs) philosophy (but only the dangerous kind) art (i don't know how to organise thoughts i don't know how to have thoughts) (jasper johns on art) the surrealists (the approval of the public must be avoided above all) (the public must be forbidden to enter if confusion is to be avoided) (andre breton on surrealism) on visiting art galleries (of course im an elitist) (you wouldnt expect to understand plumbing in an afternoon) (so why do they expect to understand art in an afternoon) automatic writing (while the footsie flounders around two point two in the deep end) (and foreign forgeries fall appallingly to a new low on the foster parent) (freedom develops a fresh kind of surprising fourth arm) (with which it deftly designs in velveteen and corrugated iron) (a new line in paris frocks) popular music (things are so bad that the middle of the road (now extends) all the way over to the kerb) (some of them make cliff richard's look revolutionary) chinese whispers (a game in which each successive participant secretly whispers to the next a phrase or sentence whispered to them by the preceding participant) (Cumulative errors from mishearing often result in the sentence heard by the last player differing greatly and amusingly from the one uttered by the first) (chinese whispers is often invoked as a metaphor for cumulative error especially the inaccuracies of rumour) rumour (to which I like to listen to which i like to add) lies (the bigger the better and) (the more outrageous they are the more often they are believed) chance (chance favours only the prepared mind) (chance is the providence of adventurers) play. the group (no knee pan handle jones and his mister men trying to channel the universe) (they dont exist yet but when they do) (me) (grape wing fool hardy smith) (the third) (will certainly be their leader) youtube (you tube me and i'll tube you) nonduality (i'll sing you a song with no words or no tune) (once again) the sound of one hand clapping) references (ant sum inn jabberwocky) (but what is that fiendish commotion) (mine HERB) (i can ear you save) (pulling up quickly your pyjamas) (whine) (tis mine old foppish pal gertrude stime swapping vicious blokes with that devilish ivor cutlery) (and all over an arrangement of bedpans that are meant to spell out GIVE PEACE A CAMP upon a deserted bum in brighton) (and the beagles) (dirk nasty stig and barry) (oslo sometides nosed as them ruttles) (those loveable mop tops frog the bendy banks of the ribbon mercy) (will provide) (free of change) (a snog track of weird sound) (ant all played out backwards across the ceramic lips of a nineteen fifties bathtub) (grievously signed in nude biro by a mister egg plant of einstein) (ant all stacked up full with naked choir boys in briefs) fiords (and a disgruntled teapot out of its territory and wandering) (met a willow patterned plate that didn't speak crockery) (oh heavens (above) exclaimed the teapot) (splashing darjeling over a doily of bystanders) (careful) (complained the doilies in chorus) (you are badly staining our stampings) (but just then (around the cupboard) came a wooden spoon) (just back from being presented to a rowing team) relationships (i love you (because you) hate me) jabberwocky (we take language apart tightly and not two damage it) (but instep) (to putt it backside forwards and two gather it agame) (inn a more joyous chorus of fragrant exhale that more mostly be(ne)fits we yall) (ant not just the tall) (for inn the cumming society) (that wilt mysteriously erect itself) (ant more spontaneously) (out of the heart giving vibration that is laughter) (we will awl in nakedness and revealing belly laugh) (clown nose) (and knock knock joke, leap-froggingly go) (and I'll also tell you this Jimmy and I'll tell you this) (that the drink certainly helps) brass eyeto be continued

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Never try to gaze into the eyes of a fireman's son.

Never try to gaze into,
the eyes of a fireman's son, says a jolly man
on the radio, for you, badly prepared as you are,
will not be able to withstand his fierce sunsets.

Outside it's raining tennis balls. Outside it's raining pages
from a long report on the Spanish Inquisition. Outside
it's raining.

In order to please you
I hatch beautiful right-angled triangles out of mature yellow squares,
but most, unfortunatly, turn out to be terribly sticky.

You wanna, don't you, look inside my cupboards.
I would let you, you suddenly say,
but you can't sing.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, you murmour,
as though trapped inside an average sized stone.

My father taught me, you continue, as a useful social skill,
to projectile-vomit insults, like volcanic fire from bicycle pumps.

What I need is the right guy, in the right place, at the right time.

Attempting to distract you, watch out for those falling flickering futons, I say,
guiding you gently around the newly erected barriers. But you,
stubbournly independent as usual,
pull roughly away;

continue to cast wicked spells at the passing ice floes!


Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Have You Seen Captain Planet's Fake Rubber Hands.

He wore a green hat, red
shoes, red shirt; said his wife
looked best, with her hair on fire.
Called himself a Rediculist. Only read
the cover of books: The Man Who
Gave his Coat to a Goat: Ten Good Ways
to Die. Take the HE out of HEART
he'd say, and you've got ART.
Pinned to his lapel a small button that read:
Sometimes a Copy is as good as
The Real Thing. Said, he
looked a lot more like himself
when he was twenty three.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Keep off the grass.


I tried Democracy once
but I didn't like it. I gave
my seat to an old lady
on a bus, but she just
took it home and
burnt it.

I think Democracy
is just for the
masses.

Isn't democracy a grand thing.


Out in the meadows
a quiet massacre
that is not picked up
by the faulty microphones
of the masses is underway.

Can you lend me a minesweeper, inquires
the dusty old General through his mouth,
to a small girl next to him, who was busily picking flowers
for a funeral.
For you see, my dear, continues the General, in a rather stiff
and brittle manner, I'm afraid that all of our mis-spellings and continual
abuse of standard english, have eventually come home to roost.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

JOKE.

Charles Dickens: Please, sir, I'd like a martini.
Bartender: Sure thing. Olive or twist?

Monday, January 15, 2007

Dada is a Cabaret o.k.

dada is
a cabaret, o.k.
of tripping cabinet makers
all entertaining a cacophony
of graduating cadets
on caffeine and cola
each dressed in newly pressed
caftan and calico cagoules
sacrificing on an alter of cabbage cake
inside a caterwauling cathedral
in chile
a hand reared calf
planned and
cut according to
the carefully prescribed custom
described in
the Copper Calligraphy
of Camber Callow The Mature
For Sure.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

The Heat in Wheat.

Jonny was a mind
of information. Did you know
for ink stand, heed say, that WHEAT
has got a WHEAT and a HEAT and an EAT
and an AT and a TEA in it.
And look, heel say,
sitting down at his tripe
writer, it's easy, you just press any
quay, and all the worms
come out here; worms like; Footballer,
or Bingo Caller, or Natalie; I like Natalie,
And did you know,
heal say [if yew let hymn]
that if you rearrange the letters
in william shakespeare's name you get,
I am a weakish speller.
And if you rearrange the leppers
in madonna louise ciccone's name
you get,
occasional nude income.
Ant if you rearrange the letters
in charlie chaplin's name
you get,
what a bloody silly and annoying little twit.
Yeah. Jolly was a midden of inspiration,
and often morgue.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007


Monday, January 08, 2007

Some advice for Harry.

"You can never step into
the same river twice,"
said Harry, putting down
his coffee cup. "Your quite wrong,
said George, bending down,
picking up his baseball bat.
"You can never step into
the same river once."

"Then what", asked Harry,
"is the sound of one hand clapping."

"Well that's easy", replied George,
while reaching out to hang his serviette
upon a nearby kneeling seaman.
"It's the simple sound of silence
in unison."

George, you see, was a sixth grader.
He also had several degrees in gravel manipulation,
a brother in the police force,
and numerous go-karts
in various lock-up
garages.

Friday, December 15, 2006