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pOlItIcIaN

pOlItIcIaN

“If a society must have an ever-expanding list of laws to survive it doesn’t deserve to.” ChairmanWow ...
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The absolute bliss, Le bonheur absolu, আনন্দম

The absolute bliss, Le bonheur absolu, আনন্দম

The absolute bliss There is always the presence of an innocent child in every person. The child knows no distinction; rich, poor, man, woman, literate, illiterate, theist, atheist; beyond all this, it rests quietly as a supremely innocent essence. Many scholars have tried to regard this exceptional child under different labels; however, very few have been able to experience its presence. It is a skill that needs practice, persistence, and effort. If an individual is ...
Another Muddy Hill Falklands Three

Another Muddy Hill Falklands Three

A muddy fucking hill. Falklands Three The hill. Just up the hill. Need it. Right flank Cover for centre. Ghurka’s on our Left flank, That’s good They’re good. Then advance Fast and hard Bound. Don’t take A round. Fix bayonets Shit  That means close. Please no mines! Please no mines! Rounds buzzing And cracking. Fucking hell Mate. If I cop It. Hope its quick. Me too. Move forward Want to go Backward. Light order. Weapons ...
Face Down. Falklands Four.

Face Down. Falklands Four.

Face Down. Falklands Four. I saw him face down in the dirt We turned him over softly Almost covertly. Three small holes All we could see. Sightless eyes Looking at me. Farewell my brother We’ll always love you. We’ll carry you gently And lay you to rest That awful black bag Does you no justice For the times you  Laughed and brought Us some freedom. I don’t know why you? Just to make those Ungrateful ...
24 Hours of Love.

24 Hours of Love.

A visit to Vancouver BC.  24 Hours of Love. Ive often wandered if I’ve kissed The serial killer in our midst. I was on a bit of a sailing manoeuvre  Across in rainy dank Vancouver Her name was Mona, Mona Bird  Yes lemon curds the rhymah. And her mothers name was Mynah. Occasionally worried about the strife  Cause she always carried a knife Met her in a club in Gas-town Vancouver city  The Orange Five, ...
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The End Will Come With A Whimper Not A War.

The End Will Come With A Whimper Not A War.

This is a repost of a ranty post I wrote pre-Covid 19.  ...
Part 26

Part 26

To be somebody.  You have to be somebody else. Not an imitation. Or intimation. You have to be somebody else.   On a hill.  Over looking a place.  Somewhere nowhere.  White. Smoke. Cloud. Candle. Some larger remains.  Blown in breeze.  The only chance of escape.  Souls on a southerly.  Inside. Nothing more than a. Pit. At 44 °C. Death will occur. Some have survived up to 46.5 °C. On a hill. In a house.   A woman ...
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Check the bolt Falklands Two.

Check the bolt Falklands Two.

Check the bolt Falklands Two. Check the bolt For action Hands slip and slide Mud and sweat Sweat and mud “Alright mate” “Aye” “Alright mate” “Aye” “We’ll be alright” “Aye” Said a thousand times  a thousand times “Alright mate” “Aye” Check the bayonet Check the bolt Check the mag. Fucking hands Shake And sweat Fucking hands Shake “Alright mate” Fuck fuck fuck fuck! “Alright mate”. Nearly  Pissed me kecks. Its ok. Haha couldn’t  get to ...
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Ah' Chris mate. 8th June 1982. Falklands One.

Ah’ Chris mate. 8th June 1982. Falklands One.

Ah' Chris mate. 8th June 1982. Falklands One Ah’ Chris mate, What a fate, We’d laughed  and cavorted Before the fun. I’d had sex In Pompey And lots of rum. It’d take a lot To make us run. You in your engine room Me in mine. All seemed well All seemed fine. Your ship Was knightly Mine was grey. As we both looked Out on that misty day. We’d just spoken Just said g’day. From ...
The Estate.

The Estate.

I was brought up on a housing estate, eventually I escaped into words. My life changed when I was in a pub and met a girl who was ay Uni doing Lit who I shared speed with as we listened to a band, then we went back to hers and had sex. She was showering and laid beside the bed Wass a copy of the "Plague" Albert Camus. She saw me flicking through it and ...
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New York New York 1980

New York New York 1980

I wanted to see the Bronx in 1980. Music, atmosphere, truth, bathe in more reality. New York New York 1980 Leaving the noise of yellow cabs Touting for business In poisonous fume filled ghetto Egyptian American driver “Here”? "But not here" They say and stare “Not here. Idiot”. “Not here man”. Stumbling life blind  Through the mists And through the twists And breathing the stinking air Fetid furious oxygen theft  Buildings covered in art 1980 ...
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Panama Love

One of many trips to South and Latin America. Where I always sought out the "real" sometimes abstract, and attempted to be part of it as opposed to gawker. The YouTube links are because I love them and they tell a story I feel. Also I wish I could have met and fallen in love with Lotte Lenya in 1933 Germany and we would flee the Nazis together to Paris with the communist Bertolt Brecht ...
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KINDNESS

KINDNESS

Although never previously published, I have rewritten this piece extensively. Thirteen years later I can review those words and thoughts with less emotional involvement, but, I feel, with razor-sharp truth ...
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A Memoir

A Memoir

In 1983 I visited a rare place, no Malaga this ...
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