What lunatic would have ever suggested TONY BLAIR

to be the

FIRST PRESIDENT OF EUROPE

Seriously…… ? ……..

More anti-European than Thatcher, the

Most duplicituous politician,

a Machiavellian WETDREAM

President?  Really?  Really?  really….

Oh my God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

His notion of modernism, you know, is like, so bureaucratic,

so anal – anal retentive, you know, a-n-a-l –r-e-t-e-n-t-i-v-e

But —– President……?

Can anyone believe him anymore?

Or, is everyone soooo blackmailed by

the cash that was stolen from the banks,

that lead to the bailout,

that lead to the economic crisis,

that lead to the

nihilism & simulacrum of life…..

Do you think for a minute than any of this will persist?

Each is finite, every relation based upon finitude is finite

all civilisation – after the death of god – is finite, all will pass

Nothing can be taken for granted – Niethammer????

Abyss —- nothingness… a free fall within a deflating baloon……

Beyond the ‘nothing’ of a lamenting friend….. openness

his own words…… but not his, Trakl, Holderlin, you

know the score…. the place…. the voices

Tony Blair as President?!!!!

Tony Blair as President?!!!!

Tony Blair as President?!!!!

God help us!

Such a bad, bad idea…. symptomatic

of a nihilistic culture that is being

blackmailed to its core….

a shamed power, humiliated peoples,

nations……. Tony Blair…….

Did he ever adopt the Euro?  Did

he not SUCK George Bush’s cock?

Get down on his kness &

pray, prey with him…….

Tony Blair for President?????????

Oh, my God – could you be so stupid?

Or, is everthing just a big fucking sham???

Tony Blair for President????…

if you want to have the Human Rights charter imploded….

if you want a sixty hour week…

if you want increased terrorism…..

if you want border checks every hour or two….

if you want collective taxation for the war in Afghanistan, etc…,,,,

if you want increased sex trafficking….

if you want increased Anglo-american Special relations….

if you want a privatisation of each and all…………….

How can anyone, anyone – think that Tony Blair would be a good choice

as the first President of the European Union?????????????????

He fought for the veto and played the immigrant card….

Again – he never joined the Euro, but played his American card…..

How can we ever trust him, again – or ever…. where’s he from???

Let us – speaking in language Tony Blair can understand -

SCREAM -

WE won’t get fooled again….  at least, for ten years or so…

after the Tories have shot their utter wads

(with the drunken & lascivious Red Tory) &

we are ready for you lot again… or at least

your, even more conservative children…..

(amid the much broader terrain of pedophiles.

satanists, dole scrounging whores, whores &

the many working class pagans all around……)

digital time is theft -

no one ever says this,

at least in this sense,

but the 1’s and 0’s go a

whole of hell lot slower

when we are at work…..

we think that it is merely

an existential distortion

but it is really the case:

the clocks move slower

when we are at work…

the rest of our time

is spent watching

corporate advertisements

the intensification of

labour & life

exploitation

deception

we tear each other to shreds

as the masters laugh

& eat our children

the sado-masochistic

infrastructure of power

plays itself out as we

lick the master’s balls

ask him to beat us,

steal from us, &

then have to go without

in the bargain…

& keep paying & paying,

selling our grandchildren

into slavery…

the past 70 years was a mirage

a legend, a fantasy – exploded

we are being laughed at….

but, they are not gods

& we know who they are

She bends over

grasps crisps &

sardines from

her bag

Reveals supple

breasts wrapped

in her jumper

Political Crimes

unspoken

She eats sardines &

tomoto sauce

on a cracker

with her legs

spread in jeans &

cowboy boots

She drinks from

a water jug &

licks her lips

another cracker

& sardine

as she talks &

chews wiping

her mouth with

her hand

She stares into space,

leaning over to an

invisible other

to whom she gives

a portion of her meal

The smell of sardines

penetrates the cabin

dead sardines

pressed into a can

to be eaten with tomato

sauce & crackers

She has spilled

tomato sauce

on her jumper

as she smiles at other women

laughing (who are

talking about sex

with blushing faces)

Cardiff Central

She moves to an

abandoned table

revealing her lovely

son and daughter

They sit together

around the table

eating crackers

& sardines

She speaks on her phone

about knibbling

sensible food & snacks

asks her love what

he? wants to do for dinner

The boy shouts, “Chips!”

They will see each other again

in an hour & a half

The sun moves

toward twilight

over the beckoning

Welsh hills shining

in the last moments

of golden radiance

In tattered letters

on the daughter’s

hoody reads

the word

“Republic”

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chuchoté à moi-même qu’il n’avait pas l’importance de toute façon
jaillissant du vent
par-dessus
corps
course
parmi
les cheveux repoussent
corps
allongé sur la montée des eaux
sentiment douces vagues déplacées contact
boîte noire site lumière visage
saisir des armes d’auto mains cou penché
serrer les dents linceul yeux

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hang the money changers high
don’t let the bankers get away with it   another theft of the people
a draught of blood    they steal our life
no more effigies    no more symbolism
they are stealing our lives G20 meltdown
robbing YOU of this moment   this short life
this single chance to live    they steal this sacred opening from us
we are the latest & the last to be attacked by the predator
millions of corpses rot in swarms of flies & dust
the overlords   their machine extracts has extracted
the lives of millions    they have always taken  they have always killed
now they are exposed     they are exposed    we know who they are  we know where they live
no more symbolism    they are stealing our lives      property is theft
telling us   our children that there is a better reward in heaven
if we only let them steal from us now     steal our life
they prey upon our children   their powerlust is sadism financial fools
steal our one and only chance  this moment    this open   this chance
don’t let them get away with it    they walk in waistdeep rivers of blood
they have stolen they have killed for too long
throw them from the temple of this life
hang the money changers high    piano wire & salt

impossible turning away from the body,

as the text resembles,

a sign amidst the visible,

a mark upon many surfaces ,

just another body,

the breath of speech is also of the body,

writing, a writer, a pad, a pen, a text,

inscribed amidst a situation

detached from the real,

reflecting, recounting, reconstructing -

positing an ideal real –

but, detached from the text

is the writer, as the fabrication,

the marks of inscription,

this labyrinth, is only a ‘model’

deployed in our instruction

into the divine mysteries.

we are dreams of sleeping gods

fragments of an eternal nameless

we ourselves must become nameless

lest we die, lest we become

fixed into marble, as all

statues were once alive

the violence of the name

kills playful life,

love and strife

children killed in Gaza

by those of the name

only god has no name

all else is captivated

created by the name

in the beginning was the word

the word freezes the tension

of opposites, it turns pink flesh white

the serpent slips through the net of the name

deep in the underground

Global meltdown for

the poor, fall faster into

nothingness, while our

stockholm syndrome

seduces us to bail out

our economic captors,

we masochists submit

to the sadistic rich when

we should instead throw

them into jail, make

them wear french maid’s

outfits & get on their

knees to clean toilets

for the rest of their lives!

Oh, but I’m sorry for

being offensive, of

upsetting the rich

criminals who rape

& eat the children

of the poor – whoops!

sorry ’bout that, can’t

seem to control myself

anymore with all of

this class war rhetoric!!!

Lock ‘em up, property is theft!

Take it back & spread the wealth -

from each according to ability,

to each according to need -

Saint-Simone actually, Karl

just borrowed the phrase

but to get there, first things first

lock ‘em up, spread the wealth

and admire all the sparkling toilets!!!

The pope in France

suggested that we

may have inadvertantly

become pagans again

with all of our lust

for power & money

Perhaps we have

become pagans again!

And, so what?

We have always been

pagans anyway, it is

only another word

for being human

But, we are not

pagans in the sense

of the Augustinian plague

of lust for money and power

Power & money

has always been

in the protection

of religion, of You -

it has always

been the church &

the rich standing

should to shoulder

No, we are pagans

since we lust for life

this single chance

to live, to be, to love

this incomprehensible,

ineffable fortune – awake!

That is our lust, to be

Not power & money,

our philosophers have always

praised moderation;

We will leave immoderation -

the lust for power & money,

and the greed for immortality -

to you, his holiness,

You arch-hypocrite & liar!

We are pagans!

So be it!

And, we will bury you

when you die,

in the Earth,

in the humus,

in Gaia, our mother