have to say far and fly light to keep my joy

 haVe had  to say far and fly light to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light 

to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light to keep my joy

to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light to keep my joy

to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light to keep my joy

ly light                                           keep m


ly light                                        keep

ly light to keep


 haVe had  to say far and fly light to keep my joyI have to say far and fly light 

to keep my joyI have to say far

'trave..l '


să mergem la spaţiul cosmic

spaţiul cosmic

                         spaţiul cosmic

. i went to bolgna 

                                   (chewing my cheese and )



                       ancient capital        and  



----------------------------------------------------- the ever always interesting work of Mihaela              the profile lookingOut /    
                                                    & the other whose only red lips one sees the sensual lips   and the non see eyes of the woman not seen? or unsee and the man's eyes behind sad? are they sad? they look in the distance anticipating. and anticipation is always love     ~under these circumstances....
                                                    or behind her? behind her to the side as a man's always who's always only lookin at her back  but i am telling a story based on a momentary impression ... see the work for yourself ... let it tell its own story  ....


 anticipation is the breadth   ~ of love   ~



                               Mihaela Brumar


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 between
in betwixt


  like as  a barber'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



~ ..that word


what word's been so hot

               it springs from night?



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

back to Milton ... contrary

 Milton was better than Shakespeare, and furthermore contrary

t o historical fact

Milton came before Shakespeare

  his shadow is writ large throughout the bard's work

 Shakespeare is the great dramatist no denying that

however Milton is the epic poet, and Homer of english

 As Homer came before Sophocles so Milton


now you might say I am nuts and don't mean this literarlly.

well I do, and literally.

and literarily.

and as a  plateau of demarchement it works

and what other way is to think

--------------- now there's another way to think about this

     that Homer came first but that in England and its ltierature the terms are reversed

 or sidewinded

  or knocked out of the  smooth chronology of classical thought and literary matters
and that too is

the germane thought of plateau to level to plane

 but its paradise of characters of garden growing half hamlet s and lear s as adonis the dog speaks

 Olivia and the others dance in that Miltonic garden of growing multiple

 Blake's ghost calls up the night

     they call the force representing against Milton someone named Shakespeare

but there's no one there but a force

  which has no name that collective energy

 or that wild force untamed Lysander

 well, say Adam meets Shakespeare

 Shakepeare sees himself in this first man

 he's reading John Milton's words
Ok more anon.




the new


    /  bit it's   (c) Old in its own   older way   isn't it?|

 the new world is a country wrong as shit
   but new nonetheless not whored out by its occupying armies

  of lust  & wealth making europe look lily 'white' as pigeon goosestepping  soldats

 but the new world for all that
                is  a   country of new
      newing its ever certainty and faultlines of revelation

   to travel to the old world is a hearkening to nostalgia

        what beauty's there is  mold must and

  this here new  mountains lake and air the combine


Is this really How Jill saw the  novel      umknown and outlandish   plumbing?

 what faucet leaked that Franny heard the running woods  agains t  the banning books.


   m. never read them
actually Blake knew them before they were    ~
  as Whitman
  and his wide road ever turning changing with the multiple passes





   `it's judgement which kills us ~

 think of those judges 'out there'
    in their  nice bones

             and their well rot  grave


t his way  please           step up right over
   the curtain    


    the              veil
                         between the flame 

               and the old basher   just    waiting right there      his sledge-hammer
                                                                                                              at the   ready 


? which


  which cabal? ___________ desire it's knotty thing  rounded the round edge of war


__Draft ____ 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             . 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 ___ No, no! suppose. so because i am prolific I just go on creating biggger and bigger piles of paper and blogs.

I am an Imperfectionist! I am an Imperfectionist! I am an Imperfectionist! I am an Imperfectionist!

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?



re milton


there's more to this than meets the eye    ~ after all it's a cosmic war between concept s zzz of how becoming and the world operates. if the re are out er space ships waiting to take 'us all' sliding down the great divide, ya digital,

              of outer space whence the space race looks like kids stuff

The vision of Blake wheeling in the air eyes burning  with the fires 


 the real truth about milton is in blake.  blake a handful of others. literary critics and academics kill the spirit. even the best among them, which might turn out to be perhaps 1 every 294 years has to be treated with big fat greasy kid gloves. after all, them that don't create are ghouls.

the cabal.

Doris Lessing said something this years back. fka did ti thkafnk fka di did ti thk kad tkafkaid too.

_____________  Doris Lesssing had visions _ Outer Space Martha Quest _ Briefing for a Descent into Hell


  its likely that Baudelaire had inklings of this  _ as probably Edgar Allan Poe hints at these regions in his work. the vortex,
 Imp of the Perverse etc...


. monsieur.. Monster ...

“What border must be respected or crossed for the monster to become a Mozart?”

  Pierre Klossowski, “The Most Beautiful Invention of the Sick