Interesting Times

This timeline we’ve stumbled into is extraordinary.

Who was it set the parameters as weird as can be?

It’s a curse, not a blessing, when you read the signs:

Damned to try and live in these 'interesting times'.

World-Building

I woke up today convinced that it was important to list a load of poetry characters I've written/invented. This is probably not all of them but it's a good chunk. I don't know why either. Soz. 

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The FBI

Commander Lieutenant Pickles ‘Sniper’ McGhee

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Pumpernickel Justice / Agamemnon Tailpipe /  Celeriac Mahatma / Aguilera Fud

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BADDIES

Double-Cut McKenna (Demon Cowboy Ghost)

‘Diamond’ Zeke (Professional Gambler)

The Wind God

Billy Bubblebath (Circus Owner)

Johnnie, the Happy Idiot

Glum King Leopold

Seagulls

International Hitman (2019)

Fink Macropolis

The Evil Kiladon

The Sticky Man

The Devil

David Lord Breakfast

Randall, the Tycoon

The Businessman

Hemingway

The Ket-hole Jester

Lucifer

God

Fascists

Trillionaires

Billionaires

The Great Clown Pagiluci

the anticulturalist

Kerouac and the Beats

Second-Prize Steve

Wrong Way Bigfoot

Working Class Tories

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GOODIES

John The Woodcutter

The Wind God’s Daughter

Granddad Pat, The Travelling Man

Betty Bailey

Coal, the Mongrel

PiePie the Magpie

Guiseppe Terromoto

Jurgen, the Hoover

Supreme Man of Justice

Jesus

SYM-R-3

A Talking Flea

Spidge and Spodge (Cats)

Jeeeeeves

Iesu

Papa Boulanger

The Villagers

Gringo

A Beautiful 6ft2 German Girl, Possibly Trans

Esmarelda Evans

Jacarinda Slater

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LOST SOULS

The Oaf

Maude

Robert Stanley Raney

Jones

Carlton Wuck

Luckton Carr

A Girl

Oedipus

Castor Dog

Charlie Fall-A-Lot

Johnny Alone

Gordon

She

The Glorious Widow Albertini

God

Nobody

The Impresario Barry Smalls

Chappy, the Octopunk

Lucifer

The Man With the Bubble-Wrap Skin

Sunday League Legend

Eugene

Mary-Lou

Singleton Dalia

Jerky Spider

Joe

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LOCATIONS/TIMES


Pax Robotica

Winceworld

River Big Big

Vintage Food Cafe

The Despair Shop

Nantporth

Treborth

Golgotha

Rot Away Beach

A Garbage Alley

A Garbagey Alley Behind the Launderette

Restaurant Bins

One Day in July

Yr Wladfa

Some Buses in Shropshire

Down in the Catacombs

This Forgotten Spot

... and so on

Mary of Llanerchymedd

There’s a fish carved on a stone

and the stone’s in a museum

near a well supposed holy

where Mary’s (maybe) buried

though the well’s overgrown

it’s said Saint Augustine

came to visit Ynys Mon,

to this place extraordinary.

There’s an M carved on that stone

which is now in the museum

and the legend says it must be

the Christian name of Mary

escaped clutches of Rome

(or some such diarrhoea).

I guess we all fall for baloney

when there’s sod all on the telly.

The Difference Between Atheism and Agnosticism

1.

The more and more people we lose

the more I am drawn to one word;

Three letters, now surely suffused

with a light and a magic conferred

From a place where our deep love accrues

in parts of our hearts, which aver

A truthful and delicate blues,

and a suffix I once found absurd.

2.

When I formerly considered heaven

I was dogmatic in my position:

There’s no evidence for such a place

beyond pain, full of wonder and grace.

Though I’ve still got no time for religion

I have started to see my omission:

As I struggle to make sense of death

now I hope: There’s no evidence -

- yet.

The Universe Experience

I’m fond of the slightly nihilistic view that no matter how much we think we’re stressed, under pressure, unsuccessful, or the polar opposite of all those things, on a cosmic timeline all these things are not even a blink of an eye. That they’re so tiny and transient that a 14 billion year old universe may as well not register them.

That, if we – as individuals or even as Homo Sapiens – really are the universe’s way of experiencing itself, our teensy tiny lifetimes are so insignificant as to make them virtually pointless.

Space is big, as Douglas Adams rightly and famously said. However, its bigness is not just physical; it’s also temporal. Time: there’s been a lot of it, mostly way before we invented ways to mark its passing, and there will be unfathomable aeons way after any human endeavour has fizzled out.

So everything is more or less worthless, or at least not worth the inordinate amount of meaning with which we imbue it.

And that’s true – but it’s not the whole truth, either.

Those things we do, the people we are, the things we make out of love, the way we treat each other, the feelings we feel – those are only dependent on time because we have to live somewhere. Where we live we experience it linearly and forwards. Crucially, too, we can remember those moments. Bring back the feelings. Bring back the love, at least as a memory of itself. When we connect with each other we share those moments – and a good kiss is truly timeless.

All this plays out everywhere, every moment, every day. 

So, yes, on the timescale of eternity one second in one or two people’s lifetimes is immesurably small. A dribble of piss in an ocean. But time is not that ocean; time is the dribble. Time is only worthwhile if you can banish it for an instant of all-encompassing natural connection. 

Wherever and whenever those moments occur in this cosmos, they happen. They will always have happened and always been ready to happen. What else is there that can turn time away from a moment of being? A moment in which there is nothing else but that feeling of disembodiment, of endlessness?

That is understanding beyond that of which humans are supposedly capable. That understanding informs the Universe about itself in ways that transcend temporality entirely. Those moments are the most important of all, and the fact they are so brief and tiny amidst the chaos of existence even on a human level makes them hugely significant.

The Earth is born, and one day will die too. Once we crawled here, and even if all traces of human existence are wiped out eventually, the Universe will itself remember what it was like to know that power is in unity. That fullness comes often from others. And that what happened here matters.

If it ever mattered, it will always matter; it is simply down to how it’s measured. And measurement depends on where you choose to stand. You have to be there to analyse this ultimate resistor-of-analysis. The paradox is beautiful, but without humanity here to live it then the Universe can never truly say it knows itself. 

And never is a long time, by anyone’s standards.

un-anticulturalism

Last year I did a book called Anticulturalist Manifesto. I am proud of it and think it looks badass with the white text on black pages.

So the thing is that it’s quite nihilstic, or rather deliberately self-contradictory and aggressively self-centered. All about identity and essentially Killing Your Reader cause your intent is in fact all that matters. 

I even put a challenge in there for anyone who wanted to, to remix and republish it how they desired - because the idea of things belonging to any one person or even one book is obsolete.

It just occurred to me that the whole project came out with no context at all (and this was deliberate) so it is as it appears and my name’s on it.

It's an observation piece not a personal manifesto, tho, like a critique of where we are right now with Trumpism, the Manosphere, late capitalism and whatnot. 

I never LIKED the ideas of it though. I hate the world of Alternative Facts and Fake News. I cannot abide self-centered wankers and particularly those at the very top of politics. They are fully paid up members I would say of this Anticulturalist way of thinking, because the only truth that matters (according to them) is their own. Nobody else’s counts.

That’s not what I believe or how I live my life and I wonder if anyone read it and thought: eeh he’s a bit of a cunt int he. What a prick.

I mean not MANY have read it so I guess it’s all moot.

It's Ultimately On Us

Conniving and corrosive

Irreligious and explosive

Phasing through dimensions

With malevolent intentions

Despicable of motive

Delinquently devoted

I spread misinformation

Fomenting insurrection

But still they don’t step up

No still they don’t stand up

to say:

This Is Enough.

Self-centred and devisive

Suspicious and derisive

I’ve got no inclination

To give any explanation

Pernicious hate mitosis

Is delivered by osmosis

A vile palpitation

Passing through your ruined nation

But still they don’t strike out

No still they don’t fight back

or say:

We’ve Had Enough