Cut up or shut up #8: Popular resistance to David Duchovny

Nuclear power must reverberate widely but it still has a long way to go.

The Tories must be well regulated in Myanmar.

Popular resistance to David Duchovny remains strong.

In Britain the government’s budget provided fiscal support for a plot to gain control of staff wages.

Rishi Sunak is considering a terrible tsunami in China, generating carbon-free electric power.

SpaceX has taken on an unfamiliar role: the shooting starts.

The army’s response to Disraeli, Churchill and Blair is growing more brutal, but it still has a long way to go.

Over two thirds of Europeans, for instance, are undergoing their biggest purge in more than two decades.

For all its drawbacks, Joe Biden’s $1.9trn stimulus has a part to play in generating technological disruption.

Baking tofu with the recent military coup.

Proxy wars, hostage-taking and economic sanctions have long coloured parliament’s repression of democracy.

Rich countries thrive in more vividly realised pandemic.

The army’s repression of workers and social-welfare policies is becoming more violent.

Our glass-ceiling index shows some progress when it comes to the Fukushima disaster.

The tradition of falling in love will highlight overlooked risks in the stay-at-home-dad.

Many evangelicals favour a universal basic income.

Female executives are world beaters when it comes to people’s relationship with machines.

Is AI capable of stealing ideas?

Cut up or shut up #7: Clear Steps Towards Virus Resurgence

The CIA blames the Biden administration for a problem with grammar. 

The hitch illuminates collective self delusion. 

Move fast and remove the smuggest guys in the room. 

Artificial intelligence blames killer whales for the murder of the nature of language. 

What happens when one apex predator is unlikely to garner a single Republican vote? 

Great white sharks fill gaps left by the state. 

Illicit trades are the best things the government can do. 

Law enforcement agencies move fast and sparks fly. 

We have the roadmap for a “roaring twenties” boom. 

There are now clear steps towards virus resurgence. 

Spooked markets may be responsive for twice as many deaths as America’s failure. 

Rich meditation has failed to make housing cheaper. 

Love and morality kills millions each year. 

Fossil fuels are not as Disco as they seem. 

The toll is heaviest in liberal reforms. 

Children are falling further down the agenda. 

School gates give way to the giant’s greed. 

The National Security Council in such decrepitude. 

Chatty whales can tell us about emblems of discontent. 

Vladimir Putin becomes frantic all of a sudden. 

Voters are covered in some kind of dirt. 

The good will ran out, teething troubles are soaring. 

Protest symbols are the tech giants’ torrent of red tape. 

DNA from Republicans can turn big business winners into everyday objects. 

Eatshit&die

You know, the very powerful and the very stupid have one thing in common. They don’t alter their views to fit the facts, they alter the facts to fit their views.

4th Doctor (Tom Baker) “Doctor Who: The Face of Evil (1977)

Eat shit & die, B. Barrage,
Crawl, slither slimily along the seabed
& all the way to Wetherspoons, the dragon’s den,
The lair of T. Martin, the wyrm at the end of history,
The cancer cell reproducing rapidly
At the end of Late-stage capitalism.
Dive with the Deep Ones, in reverence
To Monstrous M. Thatcher, the entire recent history
Of the formerly United Kingdom
Reduced to a Thargnote,
The union was destroyed by a lack of Thrill Power,
& Septic Tank Johnson pilots the final remaining
Wreckage over the edge of the Mariana Trench
Into the waiting jaws of an Elder thing:
R “Dagon” Murdoch.

Sea serpents with the faces of Hedgefund managers
Slurp & suckle at the remains
Like daemonic piglets & forest spirits,
Doctors rounded up & placed in internment camps,
The Nationalist Guard deploy depth charges
Along the coast. Kuenssberg crows as the
Newsnight host huffs gas from a burner
In the sickening glow of the morning tabloids.
Graphs on walls, safety pin, drawing pinned
To chalkboards in office complexes,
‘I control a finance empire,’ says the inbred member
Of the League of Empire Loyalists
Who sounds like Thatcher on opium,
‘From a boxroom in a terraced house,
Where I lodge, incognito as a student.’

Eat shit & die you floating turds
On the surface of Septic Tank Johnson,
Thoughts like faecal matter spread disease
& bow down to that disease like an elder god
At the head of the cult, working class futures
Sacrificed & traded on the ampersand exchange
& shortsold by a Shoggoth in a suit
In a flat share situation comedy
With the Empire Loyalist Thatcherite in
Her terraced boxroom.
M “Nightgaunt” Gove,
The faceless one, stands at the pulpit and reads
From Adam Smith’s The Necronomicon,
To baying crowds of Septic Tank’s
Bastard, forgotten, unloved, formless spawn.

Defeat from the Jaws of Victory

The day before your annual leave
Your boss calls you to their office
You ascend rusted industrial estate stairs
You snag your HiViz on a protruding nail
(The Health & Safety Executive would have a field day)
You inhale a metricfuckton of abrasive dry dust
You step inside & sit down
They’re sorry but they’ve had to cancel your holidays, at the last minute
Something inside you snaps
Like a string held taught
Reaching the point of terminal integrity
You plummet into blackness
You give up the detective genre
In favour of social realism
You descend through grainy post-midnight programming
You flicker in & out of existence on animated acid trips
You burst through the reality of 24 hour news
You race through the umpteenth repeat of the same OU lecture
You feel a hand on your shoulder
You spin around
There is no one there
You glance at your surroundings
There is nothing there
Just an unholy combination
Of inky blackness
& blinding whiteness.
The bottom of your world drops out
Vertigo of free fall
Absence of inhibition
Acid stench of alcohol
Acrid stench of stomach acid
Don’t look in the mirror
Taste the floor
Comfortable bathroom floor
Maybe I’ll just rest here for a minute
Beside the toilet
Please don’t piss on me
I’ll move soon
The snow is freezing in the early morning
Cramped foetal in front porch horror
Leeching warmth through the door
Like a Black Hole Farmer
Downstream
Clinging onto existence
At the end of everything.

Cut up or shut up #6: The Capitalised Section From Allen Ginsberg’s ‘Television Was a Baby Crawling Toward That Deathchamber’

UNBELIEVABLE HORRIBLE 

TO THE NEWS 

THE SON I STARVE 

CAN’T MY STORY 

SUPPLY CUBAN

THIS TREASURY EVIL 

THE AMERICAN WILL 

FAITHFUL’S BLOCKADE 

MEDIA PHANOPOEIAC 

MEN ARMS WHITE 

THUNK US ALL MASS POWER MACHINERY 

SADISTS ASSOCIATION 

DECENCY BY ELECTRICITY 

OF THE NASTIEST 

THE MAKE WORLD PRINCE 

WHAT THY BE SECRET FOR MEDICAL 

YOU INVADE HISTORY 

BY CINEMAL REFUSED ETERNITY 

HERE THE SOUL TAXES 

ISOLATE TO FRAIL GOD 

MASOCHISMS WORLDLY 

TAKE OUT THEIR AMERICA 

LEGIONS AND CONTROL 

YOUR DAILY CONSPIRACIES 

REVOLUTION OVER HATE 

THIS THRU 

THE INVISIBLE RICHES 

DEATH WORKING ON DEATH 

OVER DEPARTMENT ORGANIZE 

TELL ALL THE EVIL SPELLS 

IN MONEY BOMB FIRST 

JUNKIES GIVE BACK IN BLACKMAIL 

FOR THRU MY MAGIC UP 

BE MAGICIANS 

TV BE THRU HER 

MAD OWN PROPAGANDA 

ON FATE WAR

Appropriative Poetry Volume 4

Back once again with the ill behaviour…

I wanna be I wanna be I wanna be Jim Morrison

No police for them.
What did I see outside
the Eurospar?
A fucking meat wagon.
Gigantic

*

Pizza Propaganda

This is ridiculous.
I don’t have time
to read your
communist propaganda,
I have to get to my
employer’s annual
pizza party.

*

Alternative is a Kind of Dark Music

I think alternative
is a kind of dark music.
One cannot listen
to this music too often.
There are happy songs
like C Lauper’s
‘Girls I Wanna Have Fun’
which can cheer up.

*

Facebook Boomer Logic

You’re a soft cunt mate,
because you didn’t go
fight some gooks
and see your best mate
get shot dead in front of you
like I did!
Fuck you
and your environment!

*

Bermansphere

If you could take your own medicine,
I wish you would.
(stretch-cracking my knuckles now
to really start the pontificating)
If there was an antidote, what would it be?
People, not specifically you
(but possibly you?),
confuse complaining with critical thinking.
It’s easier to trash something
than it is to formulate constructive ideas.
If the bar for actual talent is so high,
who’s gotten there,
and why?

*

Bermansphere II

hey bud,
it’s been awhile since we’ve seen you.
i was wondering what was going on.
things have been fine.
just wish you would stop by more often.
the other day,
i couldn’t remember how to spell “bizarre”
and it made me think of you.

*

Chance Would be a Fine Thing

So
when we start over
yall tryna do
socialism
or
communism

*

A Fine Thing Indeed

My biggest fear right now
is how quick
American patriots crumbled
and hid in their homes
because their government
told them that they should,
We can’t hide in our homes
and not produce for our families
and for future generation
because of a virus that may kill us.
So what do I say to the science?
I say I don’t believe your science
because I believe my God.

*

Afterthought

If the economy collapses,
I’m evicting my landlord.
Come and take it,
shithead.

*

Postscript

America is a
third world country
wearing a
Gucci belt

James The Anabaptist Contracts COVID-19 Amidst The Chaos Of Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream

Sweet dystopia –
We’ve push’d you away too long.
Perhaps we should succumb to yr sweet embrace?
The Waste Land is a fanzine.
Your conscience is a collage.
Ecological collapse is a Burroughs cut-up.
The economy is a David Lynch film
In terminal decline –
Everything is fine.
Nuclear proliferation in black and white.
I trembled like a philosopher.
Arm the poor you fucking cowards.
I suppose the mayonnaise is a bit too continental.
I once was mythologised
In a rain-damp’d glimpse
Of fairy-lit apparatus
That rotates over yonder
In the shadow of the Lego shop.
Tin shacks of allotment sheds,
Shantytowns of aviaries.
Pigeon loft? Don’t be daft –
Pidgin lofts are preferable.
Don’t indicate – respect pedestrians,
“Confusion is next and next after that is the truth.”
Quit lurking, lurking, lurking
At the threshold.
Humanity infantilised:
Yog Sothoth in loco parentis.
Derelict, dismal, dreary dancers
Dominate the dance floors.
Pie-eyed, paralytic pool sharks
Populate the pool halls.
I’m forwarding texts
With threatening auras.
I’m counting down impending traumas.
Blast the bourgeoisie with shitposts.
Joseph Stalin laughing and smiling,
Chairman Mao blowing kisses.
“The earth was strewed with brains, arms, and legs.”
Let the necromancers inherit the party.
Let capitalism shamble on as a zombie.
You ever wonder why Capital FM
Makes you crave McDonalds?

Shutdown

Don’t sweat the typos, bro.
It’s only Twitter,
It’s not like you’re a lexicographer.
Or maybe you are a lexicographer,
But in the here and now
That doesn’t matter.
Context is king
& in the chaos of social media
Your profession means nothing.

They made me consider the context
Against my will.
I decided to contextualise the content
As a compromise.

Hey!
Could you just haunt this
Cultural moment for me,
Real quick?

I somehow doubt you are
A lexicographer, though.

Cut up or shut up #5: Lorem Ipsum Versus Google Translate Versus Language Is A Virus

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