Fear is Poetry
-Artaud
I: ALL THE MIRRORS
In the mind’s eye a Dream Fractal is a way of seeing infinity all the mirrors on Earth but none of them reflect me imagine a dreamscape posthuman era long chats chemistry passion undercover mission find Estranged Attractor exit mainstream The Lords may rule…The Lords may burn act in The Void beautifully gratuitous flurry of lexical mixology techno text lurid fusion appearance of Store Detective From The Future Omega Lightning frightening blinked in strange Earthlight where am I? Structure treatment motifs theme context all unfamiliar territory no plan from Dr. Hexagon helter skelter Riot Grrrls reinvent metaphysics no knickers emit laser death-ray post implosion condition of contemporary culture tunnel of hate slipped her a fiver blasphemies anything/ something sombre skies ‘nice bloke’ but fiery and salacious Strobe Magnum in Drone City beyond Hollow Hills notoriously elegant coat and shirt both second-hand leery beer boys in bad make-up prowl stratosphere probing for her toggled draw-string memories bizarre communications highlight obscure nature of turbulence find wave function of all dreams everywhere anywhere sort of sub-atomic event
II: ORBITING FIREBALL OF TIME
Unleashed across cosmos fracturing fabric several realities unknown energy she was OK I gave her the Pied Piper the Pope’s Eye set her sights on Southern Cross wolves gather with a vengeance are you the ‘so what’ generation? Sun setting behind scaffolding strategic highway leaves nasty smell worst on record life just a round-the-clock docu-soap all balls to me lay off booze hit jackpot all shook up Omega lurched groggy against wall of death its tough its tense its close sky diving radio star volcano sporting muffins macaroons florentines help yourself whipped cream hot offers bargain of the year hyper-bowl off its trolley time running short stormy waters years of fun and games superhuman passion slow roasted strike it lucky fractal densities for open dreams greatest challenge Sunday afternoon put out the light explore glory sunset on the darkside where the cleaners come from Venus nothing human just looking yeah just looking screaming about dominance on the telephone in the car in the air back at the ranch you laughing at me bitch?
III: THIS OBSCENE FEAST
Phenomenal seconds. Find out more all too rare murmurs cutting across music to avoid smashing an interior you name it we’ve got it crystal clear eat to the beat shoebox housing industrial sheds miles and miles no sign of Strobe what’s Strobe? Dunno. Day-dreaming ultra-fan host of features come in closer overstep the mark glad handed floppy dark hair melting brown eyes fabulous in a strappy slip dress beaded bag dodgy Korean wax-job imagined trajectory new identity for mission impossible to underestimate still wore socks pluck eyebrows avoid tut-tutting beauticians beating a path to my door moveable feast porno/ pyro maniacs hung up on Chinese Lanterns fractal substitutes off radar radio detection and ranging screen no longer the preserve of the micro-skirted Ibiza set stuffy shirtmakers nail polish chillingly cool beware be careful be very careful inch forward kick ass kick text spit out the word ultimate luxury stereotype cursive mystery now seems fully armed way up ahead escape from suburbia like it’s a zoomorphic symbol mirror universe dark forces ancient gnosis secret manuscripts distorted shadows another instalment lewd pin-ups of little boys dispossessed
IV: GROWING UP IN TIGER BAY
Surrounded by fat wheezy blokes in late middle age manic and manipulative endless CCTV footage probably sooner rather than later icy bitch find the switch across erased time masochist mode giveaway getaway infamous street like Reeperbahn divide-erase-search-move-combine-detach brainteasers screamed “ICY BITCH…” like no tomorrow wannabe Poshsportyscarybaby? Wannabe Ally? Wannabe Buffy? Wrong move I guess Omega is equal to or greater than One. No one knows how white rose winter femina alba mutilated kids shift product chief executive grinned cruel mirthless market-driven smile behind his shiny desk fabulous paperweight arse-kissing gun-totting boffo locals fall in line for groupie abuse quiet shy sensitive bored teenagers get plastic dope hooters when all they want is to be saved from growing up here in Tiger Bay Drone City West rotten floorboards broken windows vile messages in barcodes share dreams : fantasies of Glastonbury pubs shopping hugs poetry laughter soulmates astrology giggling gingers loveable schoolgirls possibly gay escape from here with foxy intelligent hippie ladies for twiglets and noodles anything goes more special than a framed hamster
V: WILL YOU HOLD MY HAND?
Start crisis shuddup dickhead have you given birth to twins on a car seat? Tank-topped bumboys Cool Britannia types tailors pub-crawlers brothel-creepers from Skegness to Surbiton spinning out of control like legless Chihuahuas rolltop bath tool hire take your rubbish with you screaming wheels our Store Detective From The Future on roof swaying about all over metaphysical journey into heart of darkness heart of evil you know who throw custard pies sink a gunboat laser beam slices apart narrative exposes Hollow Hills unleashes the denizens of faery like Undines Brownies Asrai melting into pools of water Greenteeth Shellycoat Jack-in-Irons Phooka Bogies Trows Will O’ the Wisp Cornish Knockers (Phwoooaaar!) Silkies Spriggans like we’re talking maggots from corpse of Giant Ymir Huldre Folk dark enchantments my girlfriend’s hairbrush cloves of garlic broken crucifix Agh-Iski Chaw Gully spooks of all sort shape size and intention blips on radar screens all over effing nightsky look up see ‘em go fan-bloody-tastic what a wild time wannabe Robbie? Wannabe Jade ‘n’ Kate? Wanna hold my hand? Outside the super-dream all is quiet all is cool nothing is new no surprises as reality emerges internally from a dream; posthuman hyperembodiment of stark naked fear (Historia Abscondita, a power which operates backward), just looking play the fool take a shower clinch the deal
VI: CATCH A BUS
Polish silver open floodgates get message crack code watcha say? Savaged by a Death Watch Poodle I splashed out squeezed the levers at last romantic bedroom cobbled streets twist of line ride the zeitgeist double your chances in spacey movies Gothic black lace heavy eyeliner photos of what else exists out there motorbikes barbarian road warriors adventurous wenches no fags no lonely soul-searchers ready for drowning spooked by Bogies in the bathroom Keraaang! Boom! Shit! Rig up a quantum beam-splitter escape into dance really chuck your plunge bra away join Riot Grrrls in realm of dream fractals known as Phased-Out Space where printed text is shattered in an orgy of banality where in a single instant time collapses into a point five year battle terminal haze naked singularity superdense neutron thingy wotsit painted people covered in woad and spiky tattoos agents from past present future anywhere…anywhere? Dodge the Lords who Rule….no….no! no! Omega crashes in through the window luminous green G string emits laser ray probe slices apart narrative smacks desktop bounces off ceiling shatters mirror makes cuppa tea darke conceit Ghillie Dhu spicy Kobolds amber connections late gaze into crystal ball honest man o’ g-g-god no g-g-good t-t-to m-m-me she stuttered in the freezing Arctic wastes of Earth what a dump witty raconteur that Dr. Hexagon a ‘treat’ we can all look forward to another
VII: LIFE-DEFINING MOMENT
Or pisstake music of the millennium celebrity chat same old twaddle buncha twats trendy new bars slow moving traffic assault run down oriental garden another mirror on right no reflection trip over a nematode kick beam splitter cloud chamber explodes in shower of purple goo it was a life-defining moment or so they said as fire took hold in thatch squelch pretence of virginity pays off dispossessed growing up Tiger Bay vanishes into a Christmas cracker bad joke Icy Bitch polishes nails turns into sexy witch on broomstick besom any which way but loose hyped to the skies by bumfluffed noise merchants doing Space Oddity to conga rhythms all the pots ‘n’ pans absolutely sod all kitchen sink Hmmmmm brainwash the opposition name of the game it was the real thing wannabe Kool Keef? Off centre nympho purist roots hidden agenda no chaser descent into colourful language (if you have to dress up I’m there!) Nerys the Bitch turns into Beelzebub’s Grandma wrinkly old bedwetter makes me sick snake in grass big shots with Fanta lemon twist up for grabs unbelievable unbeatable don’t miss it lurch downmarket lower tone potty party pranks great set of pearls cat’s whiskers bee’s knees kipper’s knickers brilliant sunlight on waves dazzles eye three egg omelette portion of chips remember the name? False information Strobe Magnum is not Giant Ymir is the Estranged Attractor Omega lap-dances in Hammersmith part of Drone City high road
VIII: TRYING TO GET A FIX
Where poetry is fear or fear is poetry and text turns to ice worth paying for expert cutting edge nitty gritty delightful cameo cheap-o hardcore gang banging leery larger louts looking for blood Omega’s blood preferably radar screen shatters like trashy novel in ‘plain English’ ha ha deep up put you off your dinner really gross cum talking in four-poster heritage holiday rues the day time to look over the place micro camera up married mum matter-of-fact wave function of all dreams hovers over Broadway Buildings like formation of flying saucers regular yawning spotty golden age completely unsuitable shampoo one disastrous morning manhandled by servants grooms and gardeners admit it you played a lawyer with false identity papers how about that? This is an abstract plenum containing all possible oneiric geometries fan-bloody-tastic vision – Omega spins on heel confronts Dream and Non-Dream completely self-contained impotent The Lords who Rule and Burn in hyperspace near Hammersmith unleashed by No Boundary thing improbable states coherent account various realities various probabilities something like the way a chaotically billowing cloudburst may turn into a badly designed shopping mall she sticks no frills by the Angel Tube the Desolation Gateway all stations to the Hollow Hills orbiting fireball of time zapped by silk stocking top of the range weird cult show wind-out eyes on stalks hair on end dreaming spires watching Asrai melt exposed to sunlight fade (out) to black.
A C Evans
Mortlake
15th November, 1999.
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