..THE COD ARE UNIMPRESSED...

Ideas emerge above the level of description, in the realm of raw imaginal stuff, and the act of attaching symbols or words to them; a ballast of semantic and semiotic material, drags them down, inevitably mis-shapen and only partially described. This effort is however required to make conceptualisations available to others, for pleasure, and for the critical purposes of dialectical exchange.

Ideally in the course of time, such attempts at definition refine and hopefully become more congruent with the original, grasped notion. These writings should be recognised as such tentative articulations, gleaned in part from intuition and observation, but also drawn from the ideas of all of the others who have attempted this same process, ideas that have happened, for whatever reason to pass through this local, noospheric sensorium.

Therefore, also included, are thoughts and intentions which have been unintentionaly corrupted or similarly misunderstood, en-route. As such, these scribblings are not to be considered as propositions of truth, simply the queriously curioidal and playfully humble, speculations of one that is many.


Saturday, 5 July 2008

The Juicy Looters

When, if marshal madness reign
and tag-daubed shutter rattles
they send missiled shatter rains
and tear in joyous battle
a vicious orifice
and through this portent portal rent
we clamber, crackle.

Then, no pharm-bomb mind-rot shake
or greasy stomach's ache
can compare, the mighty urge to slake
a thirst, to dance and hoot
amidst these isles that hate
our deprivation
and lift their juicy loot.

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