Monday, 31 March 2014
As the possibilities for capital’s expansion of profit shrivel
Through fraud, rivalry & the running out of all resources
One above all remains – the mass of population. Sell them
Into slavery again & again
Each time let them pay the price for themselves in full. Let
Every expectation be removed of how we can escape this.
This is the end of history as the few crush us all. They’ll
Each ripped tendril of our shared humanity unshared will shrivel.
Our future drifts en masse across rubble & filthy silt, resource
-less in every sense: small-scale coteries of Sawney Beanes them
-selves lost for ever again.
And again. Can we think or act how to get out of this utter abjection?
Rioting & burning are only the beginning, the need to refuse & probably kill
Every gated development, public school, private clinic & financial instrument
Until burning, burning, burning
the rawness of our wounds
still stabbing, stories
of resistance in the borderlands
only a part, this part
of what must be opened
the true book
of our final history
which shall otherwise
remain unwritten ever.
Sunday, 30 March 2014
Offa’s first list for an easy & familiar start:
Eat the rich, or eat the poor – which?
Are you ready, or are in the way?
What will you learn next?
What excuses are your pleasures?
And what are you to at being?
Careful operations with corrosive books:
“The Secrets of the Amorites” - do you want to know them?
“Charlie Marks’s ‘The Capital’” – tragedy, comedy, satire, fantasy, whatever?
“How Delicate Is the Lord?” – time to test it.
“Writing about Rioting” – study, learn, write or riot right?
“A Short History of the Macedonian Problem” – if you cut things up you get small bits, and so on, for ever.
“Offa’s Secret Garden” – discover this erotic parvis, somewhere lost in greenest Staffordshire.
Shoe Miss Adrienne – a Mercian rhymerie:
Twains are all the remains of stains
Shares all our affairs amongst the Khmers
Slapped ‘n papped ‘n trapped
Flatulence & feculence broke the silence
Another’s brother is a smother
Offa the Scoffer, the Quaffer, the Cougher
- What next shall she proffer?
To create at last a real feast
To be books of no unfashionable pragmatic don’t
To feel in this
To be children together
To taste how
To be that simple
To do this again
To cook and share
To ride upon the wave
To start but learn next where we’re to at being
To offer up some hope in this despite
To make these disputed borderlands our home
To write in play & labour here
Saturday, 29 March 2014
OK so must ready then call
easy & familiar start
but & learn next
we’re to at being
careful operations within corrosive books
whatever at one says
knows); but delicate enough
ride upon the wave history
do this again
cook share what do others! heal
be trapped; don’t silent
the other head of all
Be books of no
unfashionable pragmatic – don’t
feel in this –
create at last real feast
Friday, 28 March 2014
OK so we must remember birthdays, then
– that’s easy & familiar to start us off
but improve & learn on failure next time
if we’re to arrive at shared & luscious being
Next’s careful operations within separate bowls
fierce as whatever legend at one time (Offa says
& she knows); but also delicate & careful enough
to ride upon the irrevocable wave of our history
You do this again & again and
you share what you do always with others!
don’t be trapped; don’t be silent
this is the foundation of all true society
Be inspired by books of practice no
matter how unfashionable & pragmatic – don’t
feel guilt in anything of this – help
create at last a real & humane feast