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poetry by steve parker

Thursday, April 30, 2009

the libido theory

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(love has also increments) the libido itself a shimmer a hue ................. and a cry ................ of many ...
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

some unfinished boatflarf

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Hear we have for sale a 27 footed 4 berth plexiglass rabid cruiser it is being sold as an unfinished object which needs very little cosmetic...
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Sunday, April 26, 2009

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A short film about Wilhelm Reich: http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=wilhelm+reich&emb=0&aq=0&oq=wilhelm+r#
Wednesday, April 22, 2009

improvised poem

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so you are this gurgle underground on the moor at night this blowhole in the peat from which this sound at this time emerges at night on the...
Tuesday, April 21, 2009

broad son lit up lands

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all through my firewall I feel your hum, my theremin lover —Madeleine Shine, Vitamins & Electromagnetism (2006) antivirals or some such ...
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Monday, April 20, 2009

caribou dive dive we have only these moments

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does the mind rule the body or does the body rule the mind I dunno —The Smiths look it's like something reached down just for fun mangle...

temple of ten thousand buddhas

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they got them all here the long-armed buddha the bouncing buddha the wrathful buddha who makes faces the mirthful buddha frozen mid-laugh al...

atavism riff

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you have to wake up to it people have died already I couldn't place myself anywhere I had no end to my circuitry no earthing no plugins ...
Sunday, April 19, 2009

stuff

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so my stuff around this was not supported it was left to rip in the wind of your revelation i couldn't help it being unsupported unancho...

the only reason for believing is that someone told you it was true

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nothing changing is itself an event happening at a different time like that in fact an impossibility though something to do with continuity ...
Saturday, April 18, 2009

no place like home

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[Lynndie] England was diagnosed with "selective mutism" —Emma Brockes, The Guardian 2009 The wind began to switch / The house, to ...

Kowloon

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lights up and down the bay I am on some sort of seafront hemmed in by stars and water I have a glass of icy beer a whisky a computer I am re...
Saturday, April 11, 2009

notes for a poem about cursing

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Sister Sue, tell me baby, what are we gonna do? —Mink Deville time has gone wrong here for no reason it keeps swinging me back ................
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smelted parataxis exercise

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scene is as usual a car struggling uphill in the pink rain that begins unaccountably to wail Oh she says this rain it clogs up my belly and ...

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Listen to this. The mighty Jocelyn Pook celebrates the musical tradition of the word Hallelujah, and in the process creates a short composit...
Monday, April 06, 2009

Jeremy Prynne Zahawiri bin Laden Gianna Michaels gulfed up nohow

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who can truly say what it is with Gianna Michaels the way these days that resentment grows first from a reasonable disquiet at such perceive...
Sunday, April 05, 2009

Fitzroy's moral collapse

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alle kunst ist umsunst wenn der engel auf dem zundloch brunst (all technology is in vain if the angel urinates on your musket) —Austrian f...
Saturday, April 04, 2009

phosphorus face

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already I am stork elmo hoar-hung all over your shrouds your sheets tangled rolling hitch drunken shipdog grogged to the nines your kicking ...
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bathtime year zero flarf

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You SUNK my ship Familiar words from years gone by This game of Sea Battle is an exercise of The Union Steamship Company's turbine ste...

Carlito the lair of the white worm ken russell etc

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the air itself a shock of innate toxicology in which he reels big-bearded announcing my arrival my name several times to someone unseen it t...
Friday, April 03, 2009

sometime after it's got to stop

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he wants my body and my breath he wants me he will reject me while wanting me but my breath secures him in his place there there is where y...

gilgamesh runs hard for the border

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listen i don't mind what you do long as it was you who decided to do it look now trails of ectoplasmic muck all the way back down the st...

CBU-97 Sensor Fuzed Weapon Zen on a stick

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regime change 2009 wars went out all over winked on out like tinker bells timing out unattended oh shit no they didn't yahweh just spat ...

giving of names to warriors

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up to the wave that you can't pass can't feel your way through this one slick pilgrim level five and five and no further like always...
Saturday, March 28, 2009

a tierra del fuego

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outside the little lizards in the loud light do nothing do nothing be still while i only came in to see the bisexual latina women in the se...
Wednesday, March 25, 2009

fullup lurkin count her fits

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violence can be a gentle thing only the soft wind that blows us apart a refusal of the next move over coffee or wine so casually it doesn...
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a possible misunderstanding of vampires

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I saw a thing on TV a guy laid out his dick on the table for it to be cut off and eaten by a German cannibal apparently he screamed well you...
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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

the contour event

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you can easily diagnose from any point here the voice to the burned out trees scattered or the hair or posture any of it clear enough as dow...

no greater love

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the Churchill-Darwin robot ancient of organs mulls all of worms along the sandwalk kicking aside barnacles there strewn each named god he ki...
Monday, March 23, 2009

oil leaks into the map

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my brain damage has extended itself it now demands feeding at 3 am I try to mollify its constraints its oil leaks followed by urgent acts of...
Saturday, March 21, 2009

kiss of the linkray

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cadaver of the soul's romance it is to you white faced boy of midnight crooning unto death's shortness lifted as of injections hagga...

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slick flarf toll road

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oh we know your sort come around here is a flower that weeps all Spring of the fallen into disgrace a teenage girl made pregnant by elves ov...

where you're not (buildup)

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AS IF NOTHING had happened nothing happened anyway all around him in his travail birds hung in the air sleeping alongside sidelong in the wi...
Sunday, March 15, 2009

scarpment swing-cycle

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we crept through outflow tunnels where fat females squatted ready to spill offspring in the dank and down a heather scarp to the shoreline w...
Thursday, March 12, 2009

cinquain outtakes

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back first the boy shouted redfaced gasping and pleased didn't say how he'd tripped his bro just wheezed * of sight I'll only sa...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Glock-Buddha - draft

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So long as spite and vituperation shall continue to exist among the brethren, so long as they are instructed in arts of suspicion and self-d...
Monday, March 09, 2009

House of Windsor

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so for services to protection the people of Chicago in 1930 vote a pension in perpetuity to be paid by public taxation to the Capone family ...

The First Council of Nicaea & its Place in Gangland Mythology

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so Constantine Genovese-Bonanno-Gambino boss of bosses summons the families to Joey the Barber's hideout in Nicaea to discuss the souths...
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Thursday, March 05, 2009

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someone wrote this song for me a while back. even now it feels pretty good: http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=886121...

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I once got drunk in Morecambe
Wednesday, March 04, 2009

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someone dedicated a poem to me: http://www.criticalpoet.org/forum/viewtopic.php?t=40102

elvis

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maybe I didn't love you quite as fervently as you hoped but look a flying rat burns in our candle .
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Reichsmother Marine

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anyway the best damn mothers ....... are octopus .......................... feeling for their infant heartbeats in the cave rain singing sw...
Tuesday, March 03, 2009

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"the indentation and paragraphing and stanza sequence of verse writing are not arbitrary features, and least so in experiments with for...

unintransitive slunk)

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the boy shows up in a hat in a cold hat for the heat it is said that in the doorway he cavorts a thing or two while waiting there in the rai...

Lucky Luciano

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looked in the mirror saw Lucky Luciano looking out them dead eyes wasn't interceding to prevent espionage wasn't facing deportation ...

dreambody -- draft

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there is no possibility of asking but smoking cigarettes is itself a way of knowing that now the sex between them reminds him of searching m...
Monday, March 02, 2009

the hoofer springs some spirits (damn, this poem is just so SoQ and otherwise crap that I can't write it)

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as young birds at the drumming at the drumming quivered wondered and trembled in dreams of smoke and thunder something even now was coming t...
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Thursday, February 26, 2009

Twinning Worcester with Gaza City

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It was naturally suspected that the Worcester town councillors were motivated more by the idea of free holidays to the world's most exci...

quiet surge (based on statements made by the Taliban and Al Qaeda)

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This is surge lite —Maj. Gen. Ret. Bob Scales (2009) Don't give me another Vietnam —George.H.W. Bush (1990) Chinese HN-5 anti-aircraft m...
Wednesday, February 25, 2009

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we lost her in the high autumn winds— goodbye little cat . .

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what will become of our old bent apple tree? sweet-scented smoke . .
Sunday, February 22, 2009

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Gerald Kaufman telling it like it is about Israeli war crimes.
Saturday, February 21, 2009

kittens

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http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1296126090432829344 http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2002/aug/12/worlddispatch.brianwhitaker
Friday, February 20, 2009

no longer yourself

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in the room with all the boxes ghosts are scratching she waits there three days without food light or the sound of waterfalls flooding in he...

the secret policeman speaks of gnosis

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after fucking drunkenly in the haunted gymnasium & evacuating at dawn it seemed most likely we would go back to being strangers. I looke...
Monday, February 16, 2009

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I want to go to this place.
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Sunday, February 15, 2009

chunks cavort

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goal in this world is to sell you all some fucking —Flarf seems like I can tear chunks off my head now I don't remember which bottle is ...
Saturday, February 14, 2009

inkarette

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you could hear the black smokers guffaw deep down on the ocean's broken floor a chapter of starfish all winked above that wild night Squ...
Friday, February 13, 2009

A cleave version of How can it be that the gas chamber door opens inwards—click to view

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(Published in The Cleave March 2009)
Wednesday, February 11, 2009

the night's travel

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in and now out the same door like all knives whirling our utter politics in collisions of limestone pavements across all this she travailed ...

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Oh this was good... How old was Titian when he died then...
Monday, February 09, 2009

urges

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twenty ton steel boat shaking with engine urges— meltwater rises . .
Thursday, February 05, 2009

speak ill of the dead

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They are the exalted birds and their intercession is required indeed —Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses the Blitz by May 1941 ....... 43,00...
Tuesday, February 03, 2009

cinquain

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I flush the dead goldfish she smites a kettle drum the kids watch the funeral rites struck dumb .
Thursday, January 29, 2009

double tap flarf

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reticulated by the Military for feeding reliability one shot through the neck in order to sever the spinal cord and then another shot throug...

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Tuesday, January 27, 2009

cinquain

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quite mad is what you are Mr Jay Harpuhay for eating that Cadillac car that way . .

tree

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there in the music of noon he looks into my throat diagnosing in a foreign semaphore all the shit you been taking he seems to say your throa...

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Globigerina Ooze he zooms into her she does this pulls him in with a gravity of herself he awakes into her twisting a lens into focus is the...
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Monday, January 26, 2009

toothaiku

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as a buddha i am empty of all things but this toothache . .
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Friday, January 23, 2009

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shine after a few weeks of this new start though she could see he was trying she could also see that it wasn't working she loved him and...
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who but a mad person would have soup so early? . .
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Thursday, January 22, 2009

a spell of making—haibun

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the making doesn't cease with the passing to the matrix of the cellular message —it goes on—what I make of myself I make of him I am abs...

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Qadaffi on Israel/Palestine Lawrence Wright lecture on Al Qaeda
Wednesday, January 21, 2009

that iconic picture of St Paul's during the Blitz

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Remote-controlled musical toilet with bottom washing facility...
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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Nuremberg class action

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in a sudden swoop this morning Mr Wolfowitz Cheney Bush was arraigned in the wire for dredging during a sudden raid by shock baboons of the ...
Sunday, January 18, 2009

taps and sideflarf

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Obama's day began at the womb of he-Unknowns at Arlington Rational Cemetery, where he and Vice President-elect Joseph Biden laid wrath ...

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The Hidden Massacre of Fallujah (this is seriously grim watching, be warned) The use of white phosphorus by the US in Iraq
Friday, January 16, 2009

blow rag

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The feet of summer dabble In their coiling calm and slow —W.B. Yeats of that shandyan distortion of the homunculus aha and oho, as so:...
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Hudson River Airbus Crash

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'A US Airways spokesman said the passengers should receive their luggage within 48 hours, adding: "It's not as if the plane has...
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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

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Tom Waits reading Bukowski Robert Bly reading Antonio Machado

eno/byrne strange overtones

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Raggle taggle gipsy....

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Monday, January 12, 2009

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Hijacking Catastrophe The Power of Nightmares . .

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after midnight a sudden flare wakes me— yes I want your smoke . . .
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dysnarrative eructation unbelieved to be untrue

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take your hands off me for the last time —Soft Cell some so dark shape it was that lay lullay as a virgin .......... squawking unto the swi...

archaeopteryxmas card (London Institute of Pataphysics)

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Sunday, January 11, 2009

There is a light; the problem is there is no tunnel—Shimon Peres

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If we do this then this might follow. The ultimate objective is the evocation of myth in the collective unconscious. The myth in this case ...
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