each word

inn(finite) (s)
                  roll upward

____pretend a page _________ 

 Between each word Mona hangs a wreckage night| a ball pruned to pollarded circumstance| a rocking ball askant the worked  ouns of the  belly goating perch.
                         A round the island kirk and hill bustle with 
                                the hustle a wall of water 

Not here or near it explains what's come to past.

Now your memory 's a  a  a   fear which come to fresh posture in that rank branch  of what was it's killing 

Thence its work bines the cow requisite to its fearful throng. A word creates another beside twitching weir crumbled

at the near end of the edge of  the wor of the spotless of

 pier? Mona 'shair raising failure  /allure. Jill's product is the hummerdrummer  Joanne. The dancer ina chair without fail her fauve past has not pastshe's rigged to a chair dancing still this fauve breast her hips wore swinging chairs to   

breath again   

Jill steels herself pen

Franny or Fanny fainting finding dharma of good looks Buddha not a simple recogition but a working to the creating



jonson or samel or doctor John


A zen thought crossed my mind, what remains of its stewed contents...
Dr Jonson was he the one who laid a dictionary before the empty Mirror?

aahah it came and went.

well Darius. Think of labels like the doctor did social strata! stations of the classical cross!

 O King, I think I've written a million words, many on the blogs that no one reads, so it's no worse than a book. Which most won't read.

However, sir, you have put your name in print more than I!
I am a perfectionist I suppose. so because i am prolific I just go on creating biggger and bigger piles of paper and blogs.

It's a method I invented when I was about 18 and a half its called go on forever , the incomplete, and the uncollected works of Clifford Duffy.
 which includes more than the writing and everything else.
 Cheer up! it can't be all that good!

talk to me its Vendridi soir Boswell. Or are ye Jonson to my TzarathustraDuffyda?


back log


hypochondria (melancholy, spleen, depression, the "black dog", the English

Notice, ladies and genitalmen, the commas , of the comon ford, or cold, of death bilious squeeze or a n o m i e
   p i l l  a  g e of the self and not the natural joy of the sufferer       ~  .....




Samuel and Ben  the pen

Samuel had a pen that no men


 wen  when
 When Ben had  his pen then no men
  Whence Ben had  a wen
 not a wren nor
 spleen for his
in betwixt


  like as  abarber's shops pole swirling round a candy stippled appearance of stream seemed the black dog's reprieve was more the spoon song of its dog's delight



their souls


its said the first time history's tragic the 2nd its a  farce    . viz the middle east/ & the black struggle in the uSa .

 all this was done before & was never  truly and really sorted out .

 nearlyeverything's that's being played out in both instances has been lived out previously.  perhaps even the numbers are similarof course the warriors of war know all about this and make their victims' blood their nourishment

 now its back to haunt those that pushed it under

 whats farcial is the deaths and horrible misfortunes but the idea that the solution to all of these situations has been at hand for decades only to lie fallow.

the farce is the return      . the suffering of those who have to pay for it  is not farcial . it's painful beyond bearing.

   it is horrifying even to contemplate what might come of these farces

a great spiritual awakening ? a t the realisation that all wars lost and won in this world of transcendence are losses

 that only the world of awekening immance redeems the lives lost and torn to pieces by war and the rest of the Isms.

 the world of this world's materialist base, its the one thats always too late. too later. to ge t to the facts

 it takes the immanent world of the other and spirit to rattle it and atone if you dont like that one change it toanother.

-------------- You see their souls woke up moments later
their bodies
already in the air of resurrection

--------------- the transcendentalist especially the atheist variety never got this . so they were dead . even whilst alive.

( __notre notes_______ the dead are always dead.

 the dead  are  them that resisted? that negotiated with the evil? yes yes I know dont fetishize evil. but its too hard . wait i meant its impersonation is common and perhaps not far off wrong on t he mark. the cosmic bad guy the de s tructive force no?


be advised


be advised its fiction.


now how it works its dangerously undoing what's left of him working night and afternoon daytime but and fruit to ring its circus   out .

  you get?

Okay see it gleam

a word rare item   itme Itme was ironing his shirt the terrible pleat of ire to the wing beginof  a (thee) world?

 c ome again gain the sound parity of the Ram a t the foot of the star urn.



they call it received documentary ccc b english however it's really like lame soup up a ducky 'arse with poor mustard so let blogs let you speak your mind? O? come little blog who made thee? did ?


 there's nothing worse in this world than a n english accent

s tanding on her head . the virtual   agains the naked actuall . is the sense of what you're saying Mrs recalltopoulry? how dates are against the newcomer bs not leading the learning but dying their begininng and the power centers the big boobs, the high hair too muc h and the booby traps the dog trot

Irishman says cam not L. Franny has an UpSide Down AsS.

Let's not have any innlusions about inclusions among the capital gains of middle class crash flow among   

the electronic bartering systems of this workig world of speculation peculation.

over the better bypass busted ape wordling

around the cunning

. Tippytoe Jill had the bestest ass in the west. Ern world. as cut up to her inch face. tryin to get pastthe eye. you went blin? as bliny man's bliff! my soviet princess!


                 the lambent light written word 

                                 light to  touch

                        as touch is to mouth


                              say this is the philosophical comprehension of the virtual    versus the actual weighted word as its                                          'seen ' in
                                   in the  in   in  in in in the inthe inthe in thaH

nthe inthe in thaH

 nthe inthe in thaH




were Ireland green  i'd be blue   but it's not

if forgiving was free           you'd give it   yet yer not as yr angry with
 Dublin's long black marks and dirty history
the Liffey pissing around the old delta?

what kindess is that visionary strung by the ape
twisitng along a shillelagh
a heart yours puckering out
listened to that 
     'Irish sea '
   and my son  my son

wearing the black breaker

       would it were night


the eye of the strong storm and hurricane 'd be better we'd be things in the single molecule
  of love's escapade

not  a sentence ever repatriating itself




 Did I ever tell you about the time I was in Greece? No one knows about this so I am not telling you  anything.
I was 10 yrs old and there was panic 
as I had got
missed on the beach 
walking with two girls?
it was the early 60's and my father was Mr adventure. mister musician carrying on with  mother. sisters were playing with shellfish and i had picked up my first two greek gals. off we we went, i mean i was talking a mile a minute trying to learn Greek and we disappeared into the woods, 
a sudden gust of wind blowing 
down on us 
from the surging waves. Crash bang and thunder! Zeus was in the air

Yia sou the gods spoke

Kali nichta
  Kali nichta Clifford good night and they were snatched from me
the nymphs the father of gods being a well-known prick.

i preferred , in the end, hanging with his wife, the vengeful Hera hairy headed woman filled with venom but closer to my own earthly mother and a helluva a lay! She crossed swords any day with Phallas Pathena Zeuy's daughter born from his head. His head my eye! she was giving head when he came spurting the idea up! forth from the golden gush of creation.


No one writes missives 'as this' word in the wonder-eye bra in the beggary bum a runnel of fairy idea shes sucks at   a fey bot before the pause carefully shining its fate not caught by the reckoned second. was it fair to hold me in your arms? enquiring  Jill hair tunnel to this weak strain tergiversating    

the bellicose fright of silver pyjamas . not this rich ditch of pearl in the stew and not malarkey either . Come along my pair of sheep there's no one there. a war went by bodies pain all disappeared smoke rises in the sky what was ? if anyone thought they'd win they'd give up. wouldn't they? across a river a siren sounding. terror an horror light up the sky . what's left of the rent being. a sky brushed with blood sky broken with brown and  



by the same token


'by the same token or on the other hand
  does saying better mean less sick?

  if you'r ethinking of literary production in terms of sickness and health i n the sense 'that literature is a health' is it 'a' fair to say Milton's work is less ill than Shakespeare's? That Adam and Eve or Satan are less neurotic than Hamlet and his infinite slit of split indecisiveness?

 where am i going with this? take the concept of sickness versus health.

Somewhere Nietzsche calls Shakespeare that buffon ...I read that once but havent been able to find it again. I know it's there as I saw it withmy own eyes while living with David Yaeger.

I laughed when I read it. as Shakeyspeare is over-revered, prob. the highest stock and most reliable in the world of literary capitalism. or capitalisms.


on accents: when Patricia Macgeachy, my old friend and fellow performer that I've not seen in 'some' years, used to do readings and perform I told her to keep her Scots accent. it was richer more resonant and sexier dark erotic intense edged out   crying out.


'of course ....'

of course it's a nice fancy it's a  real one two too 2 to

   in reality there's a distrust among these three Milton Shakespeare and the british accent and what the brits imagine is greatness projecting their accent world wide via the empire common wealth and the bbc and one has to ask really that that awful language (i speak of the accented one heard world wide as received british english) what a  horror it is how its ruined the lives of millions and the last thing one or that two wants is to hear

shakespeare readings by these accent thugs t hese official cantakerous geeseof the worl'd 's most 'spoken' tongue theres nothing worse than hearing the bard 

's wor k wrecked by these pompous jackasses

Milton's work has never had to suffer this degradation this indignity. of the english accent as its offical llee projected.
its not just island english

its the imperial english of the queen who's pretty vacant & we dont care of the royal's  and their bloodless existence

 Never let the brits destroy yr hearing of Shakespeare

 we have no idea how Milton sounds except for recent recordings & which in their diversity are superior to the shakespeare recordings
 Seamus Heaney's reading of Book 1 of Paradise Lost is worth more, has more feeling and weight than one can measure 

 esp. if you've been subjected to hearing the english doing shakespeare our impoverished bard of avon! calling?

--------------------------------- I cant remember where 

  but there are the passages in Shakespeare where he says outright what the thinks of Milton and praises his work above his own. William was not a ninny,  a nutty nihilist at times, yes, however he did know 

Milton was the genesis of his work as Homer's was to Greece. If you dont see that side to Shakespeare then you've not begun reading yet or understanding what it means to read.


                               ----------------------------------- the last great performances of shakespeare done by the english were the 19th century in Hazlitt's era and  just after ...that's before the standard english gor the grip of the english people

Edmond Kean Samuel Phelps , Henry Irving & others of that  ilk .

it's a pity as there's so much rich beauty of the english anglo saxon tongue in the bard!

give me a liverpool reading
or a cockney

highs peed version

yes fast quick paced zooming so swift one cant hardly hear nor make out the words sense
that's how some say it was done i n the day

a poet i read stated that

i cld never imagine Richard Burbage acting Hamlet or Lear in the voices of contemporary british actors who are overly trained to destroy their own natureal accent or those that arent are projecting what I write against.

and Milton? he never suffered this.

and so this gives on reason to trust italian versions more than english of shakespeare's as with Carmelo Bene's filmed versions of Othello and Hamlet

his film Salome basing itself in Oscar Wilde's  play of the same name.

there are prob. thousands of better versions of shakespeare or maybe only hundreds in english american or canadian english or irish english

 Billy Whitelaw would do better than most of the  so called celebrated actors and actreses doing Milton