Edit at will - EXPERIMENTALove.
Rising Flame is in a crowded field of troll goatherders, blog-bore and flamer of the most faniciful order, a spacer-magus shifting syntax and ted hughs' reputation, rock and heather effulgence some frequency of the butterfly's flit and flutter in papua indonesia, an effect unuterrable until now
no
away with the sidhe, myspace is needed for literate artists in their quest for martyrdom, jesus christ, its a very private universe
space
innit great
expanding
not there
"here" Lir
Tilt geological
Plate-nouns
History T.E.
Eliot of course
It was all very various
Verging on disorder
Wooden utterance
Druidic war-mist
Hear then.
Damien Davison myspace, background aritst, arch spacer in a bedsit making myth happen, come here goon off, blown away by damien, a bit raw in grafton street the day i held the recorder and caught it, january weather the sound of a trobadour of the first order methinks, and addy as well, with raven the mesmeric san fransican
Art gallery recording
All very ordinary, "there"
As well, recording local
Utterance, SF via dublin
Sublimate, join myspace
Revolution, ive 62 friends
several awaiting approval, for the rule, the eye they want to run over them, i never deny, just leave and dissolve out of the wait space to release, a neutral state, no denying no one entry, all come and i just send an e mail to the mistress of linguistic mimesis, what a shocker, what a believer, what a mover, dernier stretched to its max, please jane i beg you, be my friend or i will commit suicide, be sylvia holland to you edward jane set me free, own my reputation of tall tale jane let her tell of sylvios bard edward the bustard whose birdy wives killed themselves, terrible beauty, you had ed's reality laid out, yearning for sky to stone beneath heather and ragwort, carrauntoohill, the black stacks, McGillycuddy's reeks.
"As I was walking over the cork and kerry mountains i spied a captain farrell and his money he was counting." - Whiskey in the Jar
Ted Hughes
"Alive behind these fine poems
there must have been a powerful lonliness
that crept like some great darkness
James Kelly
Poems - Through Ireland: Chapbook
away to ed
flit and check out naked lunch in dublin every second wednesday
16 may Carnival - wexford street, opposite the village pub, upstairs in a retro-kitsch goth-pit, inversal of reality, talented jammy gits, the lot of them, poet, singer and music, can't stay long but it's featured reader and open mic, both get same time if they wish, carnival is democracy, reversal for the span of drudic mist we fiction there with at spam alley central, language.
8.30 -- 11.30, featured readers this series
2 May - Orla Martin:
Day after beltaine, first day of summer, next is lughansa, Lugh the light-diety god, bonfires will not be at carnival once the day inverts and featured readers are needed, on the night, apply via myspace you desparado, i know your game lover of lingo, be my friend, think of the kudos, the radio-fourness of a poem lottery-spot open dearest, first in ticks the box darlings, don't be a drip, go for it.
16 May - Dave Lordan
patrick kavanagh poetry competetion winner 2005, a man on the up, he aint a duffer, ran away from clonakilty to join a circus of entertaing space engineers, solving the conundrum of ballymun shopping arcade, made men, legend and immensley entertaining hosts in a galaxy of gods at the love poetry hate racism event in dublin on 22 April, which unfortunately were forced to turn away performers due to the sheer number of talented myspace nuts who turned up to actively love poetry and hate racism. Hitkers birthday biut two b=days before, his rehabilitation stared, just as larkin fell off the edge, he was a sad sod, but not hitler, c'mon
dave has 1224 myspace friends, 1150 more than me, i hate his talent for wordplay, i need dave he not me, he is besting me, but i'm am happy to bask in his radiance, and be the gimp of the poet with a career in being the spacer, proving his utterrance, not soft, he spins and delivers the gods
Dave Lordan~
Drop beneath One wave go incognito
"there's nobody here who's racist is there? There bedder bloody not be, i hate racism "
here to voice that, but also love Poetry, the enobling eye of neutrality in all matter, fi to the li incerse the charges, reverse into poetic space, reality an accident of faith and time, Lir god of deep time and vassel of ones experince, imagination and fictional plots with people whose behaviour we note as artists who make Art if one is lucky enough.
30 May
O no not that idiot Desmond Swords - background artist, gone mad on in his underground, ovid yeats, garden novelist waffling art, let the dim witted idiot be a fool, entertain you, or not, dunno, don't give a fig about you, how can i, we've never met, so if you are an idiot like me, get in touch, i want chloe poems, john hall, cooper clarke who i never got to see at whelans a couple of days ago and polly wotsit for a laugh, to mix it up, letter aggro in board an lodgings space-solving agents of carnival, come and have a free trip, and it is a trip, "promise it will be" said Rising Flame, a steven king name, The Stand, the psyche split in two names worthy of the official laucnh so jump on the bandwagon stop twisting in boredom, don't do it, edward was
From Love That Died
From my lovers
several faces
'til now
I know
the scorn
the sum
of Love
love's eyes
eyes
'til
she's gone
James Kelly
~
Aoife Mannix
13 June - second birthday of the year, aoife on home turf tearing up the psychological sphere, fairness complete, global vibe tweaked, hurley
control sliotar rising behind a flame in diversity
all very
diversity
tolerance
adversity
a lotta laughs
sorrow wane
come and play
said Flame
pal, gardian
basket case.
Naked Lunchcreate a poetic universe O myspace misters and mistresses.