And so we find ourselves now, living through these dying days of drip-fed Soma And incremental soft dogma A shiny self-promotional world in which oppression Finds its manifestation Behind manifold masks and expert skin-grafts And the grim oppressor dons the cloak of freedom Whilst secretly shoring up the already- mighty fortified walls And […]
Poetry
Death of a Vampire
For far too long we have lived under the rule of the Parasite. For too long the Parasite has dictated to us who we are and what we are capable of. For too long the Parasite has ruled over a mental wasteland of his own creating. And in order to make us subservient to […]
First We Take Manhattan
Guess who’s in my news feed? The Jews, the Jews, the Jews. I’m being told to wake up to the Jews. But all I need to wake up is the chill wind at my neck and the sirens. Still, you tell me Leonard Cohen wrote First We Take Manhattan to warn us that the Zionists […]
Liberty
And now, as we all anticipated The Eton/Oxford frat-boys Pass through the historic heraldic gates And line up to be ennobled by the figure-headed head of state -She’ll raise the blade As they bow their brylcreemed heads For services rendered Rendered, surrendered, put out to tender Tenderised and privatised A job well done, stealthily accomplished […]
Letters to my Comrades III
We have to change all this. We have to start changing it now. It’s no use pretending the world can carry on, it’s no use pretending we can carry on this way, and if we try then everything will crash down and nothing will wait for us but barbarism, and nothing will wait for us. […]
Letters to my Comrades II
It doesn’t always matter that we come at this from different directions, as long as we are moving against the same objective. The point is to work together. If we all push at once, we can topple this thing.
Letters to my Comrades I
Those we need now are warrior artists, poets with the hearts of urban guerrillas, who know how to create and fight in equal measure; who understand Che’s dictum that revolution is an act of love; who can also use Musashi’s teaching that the pen/brush must be held in balance with the sword. For we are […]
Hot Desk
Hot desk, commandeered, I’ll man you like a cannon on a flight deck, folding, or a guard to take over as hours itch like busbies overheating. Hot desk – I make my slow beginning, dispersing fast food discarded by another facing down the jaws of a deadline. Shared PC – you’re sluggish this lunchtime so […]