Poetry as a Way of Life Expression _this poetry of the future_ what are becomings to be exists now yet exists on aural virtual visual plane and is a process of definition in and fiction| and other spaces of desire |clicks the rhizome space.
criss cross frontiers mix melodies perform verse machines magics
boundaries as usual
A Recalltopoetryisawayof life and so many others et tant d'autres et tant d'autre_
2010/11/26
Potatoes for Supper... an' Breakfast.. Potatoes at night and in the day time too
___________________The sickness of capitalism's everto have 'believedi ... it. sickness of csickness of che sickness of capitalism 'getting better was never a question of embraCing another Ism ~ illness ~
and from here and there across the faltering flat surface of internet
________________One wantsto know who the pirates are that got away with the loot?
[press release] Joe Higgins walks out of talks over Rehn’s insistence on the confidentiality of discussion
“As far as I am concerned commissioner Rehn and the IMF are acting as
agents for the predatory international banks and the speculators who
gambled billions in private deals with property developers and bankers
in Ireland and now want the Irish working class to pay for these
gambles which went wrong.
“I was therefore not going to participate in any secret discussion
behind the backs of working people and the unemployed.
“It is essential that there is a major mobilisation of people power
and worker power to stop the disastrous austerity programme beginning
next Saturday at the National Protest organised by ICTU.”
As soon as the ink dries on the IMF loans, the second occupation of Ireland will begin, only this time there won't be armored cars and Paramilitaries in fatigues, but nerdy-looking bureaucrats trained in the art of spreading misery.
_____________________________________________ Who hides the cash?
The Irish people are no strangers to famine, misery, oppression and exploitation. That is why I fished around to find something germane to the latest developments in Ireland.
I came upon an Irish woman who penned her patriotic poetry under the nome de plume, Speranza. Her real name was Jane Francesca Elgee.
Born in Wexford about the year 1826, Miss Elgee belonged to a strictly Protestant, and Conservative family who had no sympathy with national aspirations.
“Until my eighteenth year," she stated, "I never wrote anything. Then one day a volume of 'Ireland's Library,' issued from ‘The Nation’ office by Mr. Duffy, happened to come my way. I read it eagerly, and my patriotism was enkindled. Until then,” she continued, “I was quite indifferent to the national movement, and if I thought about it
at all, I probably had a very bad opinion of the leaders. For my family was Protestant and Conservative, and there was no social intercourse between them and the Catholics and Nationalists. But once I had caught the
national spirit the literature of Irish songs and sufferings had an enthralling interest for me. Then it was that I discovered that I could write poetry. In sending my verses to the editor of ‘The Nation’ I dared not have my name published, so I signed them ‘Speranza’, and my letters ‘John Fanshawe Ellis,’ instead of ‘Jane Francesca Elgee.
Her works were well known in her day, and I have taken the liberty to revise this one...
__________________________________________________Does One hear the famish/banish machine?
HAVE YE DONE WELL FOR IRELAND?
Speranza
(Revision by WilliamBanzai7)
O COUNTRY, writhing in thy chains of debt
With fierce, wild efforts to be free,
Not seeing that with every strain
The Ponzi globalists close firmer over thee;
Or grasping blindly in thy hate
The temple pillars of the bailed out State,
To hurl them down on friend and foe,
Crushed in one common currency overthrow—
Can none of all thy Poet band
Preach nobler aims, loved Ireland?
As David drove with magic chords
The Evil Spirit back to night;
As Moses by his mighty words
Led Egypt’s bondmen up to light;
Hast thou no Poet, strong to calm
Thy troubled soul with holy psalm?
Or trusted Chief, to be relied upon,
Across the derivative Rubicon,
Could lead thee with pure heart and hand
To financial Freedom—my own Ireland?
By those doomed men, in austerity's despair
Slowly wasting in a bailout dungeon’s gloom;
By all youth’s fiery heart can dare
Quenched in the debt prison’s living tomb—
By the corroding financier's chain,
That tortures with Promethean pain
Of distressed debt vultures gnawing at the core
Of their lost lives for evermore—
I ask you, People of our Land,
Have ye done well for Ireland?
By History traced on trading dungeon walls,
By scaffolds, chains, and exiles’ tears,
Slow marking, as the shadow falls,
The amortization of the years;
By youthful genius crushed and progress barred,
By noble aspirations marred,
Till with a smouldering fire’s life
They burn in deadly hate and strife—
I ask you, Rulers of our Land, Have ye done well for Ireland?
O Men! these men are brothers too,
Tho’ frenzied by that fatal Ponzi dream,
Their living souls were meant to do
Some noble work in God's great scheme,
Perchance to hew down, branch and root,
The banksta tree that bore such bitter fruit;
But, left unguided in global finance's myopic sight,
They grope out blindly in the night
Of their insolvent passions; striking down
Their Country’s proud hopes with their own.
But now, ye say, the Land hath rest—
Aye, with the debt weights on her eyes;
And foreclosure arms across her breast,
And Eurocratic hands stifling down her cries.
So rests another banksta vic within the grave
O’er which the Wall Street grasses wave.
Oh, better far some kindly word
To stay the vengeance?lifted sword,
Or Love, with queenly, outstretched hand,
To soothe thee—fated Ireland!
'WB7: I am sick and tired of bankstas and their political whores fucking everything up everywhere they go and I am sure Speranza would have been happy sayin' as much on a blog the likes of Zero Hedge.'
kitchen speaking to two friends 6 years back predicting the fall of the Irish economy... __________________The ilL UsIonS of CapitaLism ___ the sickofprofit ~
______________O people of the poors around the ringing world. Refuse
Refuse ________Capital'sfall ? might be LabOurS riSe?
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Joyce reading from the Aeolus Episode of Ulysses recorded 1924
the story of the recording and Joyce's arrival at the studio is told in the Ellmann biography officially yet rumors abound regarding the superstitious Joyce entering the studio nervous and anxious at the thought of of thunder (or worse yet lightening) looming outdoors; in spite of all the recording went off without a hitch; judging by the results, which are fine, just refined, but alas, too rare! Aside from the two excerpts of Finnegans Wake and this there are no others, More's the pity!
the poetry's strike's over we strike gold in its place
Duchamp once said if the artist says something is Art, then it is.
Tristan Tzara wrote, in 1935.. end of dada and so on
'It is perfectly evident today that you can a poet without having written a line.'
The essay from which this comes is worth reading. But iCant remember its title...
peace
'je parle de qui parle qui parle je suis seul je ne suis qu'un petit bruit j'ai plusieurs bruit en moi un bruit glacé froissé au carrefour jeté sur le trottoir humide' l'homme approximatif ~ Tzara
alll my poemsare on vacation
holiday
on Strike
do leave cash
what is 'hiatus'?
Several blogs were, are, on hiatus _discontinuous. it's the average, norm, middle, comma,
hiatus is a rhetorical term
it's a point of view
_____________the idea of hiatus is a course in redirected thinking or tinkering or what is memory? but of the now...
Lorsque
Lorsque la langue est si tenduequ’elle se met à bégayer, ou à murmurer, balbutier…, tout le langage atteint à la limite qui en dessine le dehors et se confronte au silence. Quand la langue est ainsi tendue, le langage subit une pression qui le rend au silence. Le style – la langue étrangère dans la langue – est fait de ces deux opérations. […] Le style est l’économie de la langue.
Face à face, ou face à dos, faire bégayer la langue, et en même temps porter le langage à sa limite, à son dehors, à son silence.
G. Deleuze, Critique et clinique. Paris : Minuit, 1993
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yes Mona and Jill and Franny discovering new ways of folding,___of becomings-text __ newer employments, akin to new envelopments […] but what always matters is folding, unfolding, refolding.Ravelling rapelling composing
first draft seconde raft sailing draught fourth keel fifth.... tacking.... call windy breezy these words on parole these texts here images here.. there around texts and prose to poetry poetry prose prose poem
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'Let it reign..'
Man walking
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