Thursday, 13 March 2008

Myspace Archive: nesia memorea phantasmagoria

nesia memorea phantasmagoria

They are jingles
snipped passage melody
infectiously simple
oft repeated,
memories of early childhood.
Brightly coloured postcards
i whistle them because they are stuck
i whistle them all day long.
A little boy i try and remember, humming contentedly to himself.
The one they all said was a dream?
I wasn’t napping.
I was playing with my lego bricks.
Building a duplo totem of babel,
arching from its ridiculous height
finally collapsing in a rubble mound of primary colours
gleaming in the light
refracting through the nicotine yellow nets.
A ghost is watching.
Comes right up to me, hovering over.
Until the moment I look up i think its my mother.
Falling bricks pass through barely tangible feet
this apparition
grey dust death shroud
in an empty terrace
carpeted with dog hair.

Tuesday, 11 March 2008

MYSPACE ARCHIVE: Goldsmith Be Damned!


So Goldsmith thinks children should pledge loyalty to the Crown and the State...

Repeat after me: fuck queen and country.

Swear allegiance? Anyone else feel like the state owes us rather than the other way round? Things like the provision of democratic, representative government; proportional representation; abolition of heriditary privelage; corporate responsibility; tackling child povety; decent education and work prospects for all; an end to involvement in illegal wars?

Maybe not. Lets build more flats!

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