Towards an Ecology of Flamboyantly Over-Dressed Man

He caught my eye as the moon rose over the forested cruising ground. "I'm interested in saving all creation from self-destruction - men and rainforest alike," he said. "Shut up you fool and kiss me again," I urged him. But I couldn't see his wood for the trees.

The Limitations of Metaphor

You can insult a mule, but he might not understand you.

The Cradle of Western Democracy

A: A human being who by nature does not belong to himself but to another person - such a one is by nature a slave.

B: A human being belongs to another when he is a piece of property as well as being human.

C: A piece of property is a tool which is used to assist some activity, and which has a separate existence of its own.

- Aristotle

I am an old traveller

I have read somewhat, heard and seen more, and dreamt more than all, and I am always at a loss to know how much to believe of my own stories.

I become the Great Seal

The Death Agony

It gave a roar of pain at a frequency so low I felt my internal organs quiver and turn to water, and then it died of the burns it had sustained

At the Table of Atreus

The Floods of Doncaster

Sound Your Instruments of Joy

The roadside was littered with metal birds' heads

The Seventh Voyage of Sinbad

A Message from the Other Side

novus ordo seclorum

The Fate of Franklin

The Disobedience of the Imagination

for Mair

The Queen of all our Hearts

Another cynical, manipulative right-wing demagogue killed  in a drunken speeding incident.

"Lady Di was our Jörg Haider," wept neo-Nazis as they polished their mourning jackboots. One elderly lady, clutching a teddy bear, blamed it on the darkies, and called for a memorial Anschluss of Kensington Palace. A spokesman said "She touched everyone's heart, usually when she pinned a star identifying their ethnic and political orientation on their left breast."

If I Laugh

Now I have been trained

Bring back the goggles and the gloves.

I will not ignite the elderly as they bring to me their harmless spectres,

Their long-lost dead,

But I make no promises about disappearing in the night

Into their tangled wings.

I was waiting at the robot house when the cream seller arrived.

She said "Acetylene gas, for me, is a big risk"

And I heard them droning and drooling strong coffee into their woollen beards

As I climbed up, room by room,

Towards the dinner party,

Finding it harder and harder to drag my wheelchair

Over sofas and window-ledges

The shrouded dead do not sit idly by

He rubbed sow's milk into his eyes so that he could see the wind

Riders of the Purple Sage

Quick! The fictitious capital's been rustled, and somebody's going to have to pay!

The Cave of the Sibyl

In a tiled room underground I saw the heat rise into the fan-blades. I had said nothing about the death of a friend of mine twelve months and a day previously. A woman with a name like mine sang. Unprompted she sang 'The Unquiet Grave', which talks of grief twelve months and a day after the death of the beloved. I knew then that she was a Sibyl, but said nothing to anybody else in the room. When I returned two weeks later an acolyte pressed into my hand a recording he had made that night, again unbidden. I was forced to admit her strength.

Since then, her Sibylline power over me has increased. Days after I finished writing on cannibal songs she sang 'The Ship in Distress', and I saw the ship bear down like the sun a-glittering on the boy about to be eaten. Barely half an hour after I had been talking about 'The Silver Dagger' with someone else out of her earshot, she sang that song. And my father is a handsome devil, so I await her next song with nervous feverishness.

The Fallen Angel Comes

I work in epidemia

I have a department of my own, with underlings crushing all that is beautiful and good

The feet of the child Oedipus

The deterrent gibbet returns, aching with hunger

create don't delay

Your

Guts in the newborn baby. Too much use of aspirin during the last

Rant.

Fire breather

Man eats dog alive,

Set your wife on fire

(A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory).

All will be as you do not

Welcome the great things.

Life is a waking dream state.

Dervish notation

Both Pithie and Profitable for all Readers

The Closing Ceremony

For

Every

Shadow

There

Is

Vertiginous

Answering

Laughter

Opened any good doors recently?

Between her granite thighs the jewelled glitter of broken glass

London Olympics countdown begins

There was controversy tonight when the face of a racist moron was included in material advertising the 2012 Olympics.

A spokesman said "This is exactly the image we want to portray, of a backward-looking imperial city being strangled by right-wing thugs pretending to be amiable buffoons. Now get out of the way, you troublemaker, I want to see that bloke off the adverts kick a ball off a bus. If you don't move along, we'll have the police shoot you."

The offending picture of the right-wing racist scumbag

Dreames are the daughters of the silent night

The bed is the best rendezvous of mankind

My hypnagogic visitor

Frog Surveillance

The Opening Ceremony

The Olympic Flame shines brightly on all those it has dispossessed and displaced.

The Foundation Stone of Arctic Science

Lightning Frozen

At one time a stroke of lightning sets fire to a man and blazes like a sheaf of straw; at another it reduces a man's hands to ashes, leaving the gloves intact; it fuses the links in an iron chain as the fire in a forge would do, and on the other hand it kills a huntsman without discharging what he holds in his hand; it melts an ear-ring without burning the skin; it consumes a person's clothing without doing him the slightest injury, or perhaps it only destroys his shoes or his hat; it photographs on the breast of a man an egg which he has taken from the top of a tree that it has struck; it gilds the pieces of silver in a pocket-book by gliding from one compartment to another, without the owner being aware of it.

The Hypnopompic Death-Barge of Bargis

The Earth-Diver's Conquest

The grey-eyed goddess

watches over the traveller

Anglican torture gangs

dragged dissenters into the forest, where they administered punishment beatings and worse.

Trickster changes self into deer to take revenge on hawk

Ey-spoon

Dream-image 15th June 2008. Title happened when drawing the dream at 4.30am 16th June.

Henley By-election Latest

Tory candidate returned, Labour lose deposit

The Sperm of Aeolus

A Widening Distress

Much was made of a petition presented by over two thousand male students to the vice chancellor asking that I tread an endless maze. People screamed, but Swammerdam reserved his greatest excitement for the genitalia of the drone. The Professor's calculations were correct but probably the machine had only been taken away. Whatever indiscretions the rest had committed, he was impervious to  the romance of the situations in which he found himself. When Imogen started to walk and to talk I tried to console her a little. She went cautiously at first, for it had been arranged that we should proceed to the Hall separately. I will begin by telling you that I blame myself terribly, but the Aleck who also spoke of men and peace could not be scorned. My wife and kids spend a lot of money, and as a result I got very ill.

Agamemnon

i.m.

Sea leopards draw coronets of roses

Between the cities of the astrolabe.

They mark the compass-points with stars

And tie the three-heart cities

With ropes of blue-burning water

That evaporate into the scalding steam of memory.

Remembering Celia Gourinski of the Grupo Surrealista del Rio de la Plata

Mother's Milk

The Virgin Mary leaps from a vase to make the pigs laugh

It is her party piece, but they have seen it before.

The Bastard Sister

A spontaneous albatross

Don't bite down hard

Revisiting Patrick's teeth after a visit to the dentist

Innocent lives are taken,

and by a new alchemy gold and silver coined from human blood.

- Cornelius Loos

The Blinded Polyphemus is a Green Man

The Manufactory

A Love Poem

Cherry blossom and my foot

Entwined with black-haired octopus ink

At the parquet eardrums

In this face with snails beneath my belly.

Handfuls of frayed, taped, cables

Fill the boxes of my nervous system,

Their kettle-leads teeming with bloodworms,

And I cast before you

Shoals of glittering, chattering, wrasse

That speak your name.

The Origin of the Sea Bishop