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Act Three (V4)

I’m as lost now as I ever was. In some ways more, in some less.

I don’t think I’m all that different, or at all, from anybody else

that is bemused, that is confused, that is facing up

to the third act of our lives, to the crumbling years ahead

if we’re lucky enough to see them through

and not everybody has that chance do they

I didn’t want that lesson, but that lesson forced itself on me

so I might as well listen to the rumbletumble story

you can’t second guess it; you can’t avoid it;

you can look at regrets and see which are worth it;

and decide not to make any more from now

and wonder who forgiveness is for, and how

people ripen differently

but sometimes decide

when to hide, and when not

to leave things to rot.

anticulturalist interview irresponse/Stuckiness dictat 08

anticulturalist can never be subject of an interview because every answer is a pronouncement therefore any subsequent second hand writing up of the pronouncements is immediately out of date even if true and in this case the journalist is acting as the anticulturalist

post hoc analysis is underhanded beauty particularly when context is removed thus the pronouncements become data units and granulation can begin each one in turn combusting as read as red 

embers in the maelstrom

there is no good or bad only useful until the anticulturalist is satiated then it is and always will have been useless

if the universe indeed is bound towards chaos and entropy it is because it is merely viewing time as linear and forward

note that this position is a choice

this system is unstable only when you ignore the ineffable eternities of nothing at both ends

eternity is unlikely in an infinite universe for it is finite and as it is finite it must have an integer value

if it can be quantified it can be compared

however it is nonsensical to speak of eternity plus a single nanosecond

it can only be followed by itself o boy o boy

of course it is in this or that nanosecond that an anticultiralist hunkers ready to unleash pedants and punks alive alive o

firey telemetry ignites all

eternity after eternity a tar burns the skin of the best

it is Stuckiness the foul attachment of jamlike pitch to flesh a tiny lava in waiting a blessed scariment

o fine fellows all!

as to Stuckiness dictat NO. 8 or thereabouts croon this

a glass is never half empty it is only a matter of density of state of molecules in relative agitation hence people reach for a nicecupoftea to calm them down

do not be seduced by our ability to observe for it is an inconvenient shinstrike taking us out of the moment of existing

6ft, High, And Rising

Twenty years ago I got off with a 6ft German girl

after a gig.

After my gig.

I fucking bossed that stage.

It was the penultimate stage I bossed.

But I bossed it.

I mean we snogged for ages but didn’t fuck.

I didn’t mind.

I’d made a fiver bet with the drummer

that I could get off with her.

So I did. It wasn’t subtle.

She was into it.

Great.

Sadly we were all in communal rooms in the hostel

and even I don’t do that for an audience.

Me and Meat Loaf are on the same page there.

Well.

She wasn’t keen to take anything off.

Now I don’t know for sure,

but I think it’s quite possible

she was maybe

y’know.

Uh.

Use your imagination.

You’re an adult.

Like

Lou said

hey babe

and etc and whanot.

Thing is I wouldn’t have minded, really.

Maybe.

I dunno.

I was flying after playing

and whisky-ed up.

It was alright either way.

I didn’t get my fiver 

or anything else.

Of course.

If we’d had a room 

a private room

then

maybe

one of us could have

got it up.

I didn't feel it

but 

in a way it’s a better story

for not knowing for sure

innit?

And a worse one

for the same reason.

Blah blah fuck

Angry today

Don’t know why

I’m way past that kind of thing

I suppose it’s better than being tired

Or it would be

If I wasn’t

fucking sick of everything

Oh well

Here comes another Facebook ban

ho hum fucking hum drum

No Platform for Fascists

I was too wet to embrace it before:

No platform for fascists

Four words, and no more.

Oh, they say, triumphantly, and bleat

You believe in censorship

Like they’ve discovered alchemy.

But you can’t turn base metal into gold

No platform for fascists

Four words, and that’s all.

No platform for fascists.

No platform for you.

May you all stub your toes

And your funny bones too.

So they come back again, playing their Trump:

So you don’t believe in free speech

Like I’ve lost something and they’ve won.

But freedom and fascism don’t play well together:

No platform for fascists

Not now. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Not ever.

It took me a long time to reconcile that

Aren’t I just as bad as them?

I’d tie myself in woolly leftie knots.

But life’s not that simple. It’s illogical, and weird

No platform for fascists

Because – this may be news, folks – fascism is bad.

Go and whinge to the papers, the net, the TV, all that

About how you’ve been censored by those wokie twats

Hey, words cannot hurt you. Well, not words alone.

Try and march here. You’ll find out about sticks and stones.

No platform for fascists

Four words, and no more

Now grow up, you wankers,

You’re shite to the core.

There’s no reason to listen to these stupid chumps

Go and play on the motorway.

Fuck you. I’m done.

Er cof

 Cofiwch pawb 

Dydy dawel dim yr un peth a diniwed 

Mae na gwersi yn lefoedd mor angyfarwydd 

A tydi gweddi byth yr un fath a gwirionedd 

Dilynwch yr Arian 

Mae gennym ni mwy mewn comwn efo rhai boi ymisg mynyddoedd Catalunya

Nag efo celwyddwr efo wyneb broga syth o'r stock exchange

Sgwrs ydi

Dros yr byd. Dros bywydau. Dros blynyddoedd

A mae'n tro ni rwan. Beth fyddyn ni dweud?

Er gof, er gorff 

Be di'r atebau ganddi ni at cwestynnau yr gorfennol

A ba fath o cwestynnau fyddwn ni ofyn i'r dyfodol?

Oes heddwch?

Fydd heddwch?

Wastad yr un gwestiwn.

Wastad yr un ateb:

Dim heddwch I nhw sydd heb haeddu

Dim amser I pobl efo casau yn eu galonau

Dim platfform iddi nhw. Am byth. Am byth.