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MAY THERE BE NO MORE GROTESQUERIES OF ABERRANT CONQUESTS!

Ladies & Gentlemen

you are invited to attend an event named THE DISMANTLED CABARET

an evening of performance, poetry & music


Starring:

Ryan Styles (Performance Art)
John Chantler (Electronica)
Keston Sutherland (Poetry)
Wooden Spoon (Tape Loops)
Mai Nguyen Tri (Performance Art)
Emily Critchley (Poetry)
Filipa Guimarães (Performance Art)
Edmund Hardy (Poetry)
Remlap (Performance Art)
Jennifer Allum (Violin)

Chats Palace, 8pm, Thursday 28th of July

42-44 Brooksby's Walk, Homerton, E9 6DF


it will be an evening of grandiose entertainment!

delectations & incitements will be spreadeagled across the stage!

fun for all the family!

this sunday morning just past:


woke up to discover Alex S. was naked, entangled in a red velvet curtain for comfort and warmth, slumbering upon my sofa.


the boys had all ended up naked again. and as usual the girls weren't interested in taking their clothes off.


draped over my armchair, the full set of clothes which I had shed the night before, arranged to create a bodiless double of myself, like a ghostly scarecrow, including my leather briefcase, my white scarf, my Bexley Dog Training Club rosette (awarding me 4th place) & an empty whisky bottle- clutched by an invisible left hand.

placed in the centre of my clothes the following note:

"Alex Kovacks, we love your fury octopusy. It feels like 1025 volts of fruit juice gushing threw our viens. It is impossible to describe they way we feel about your cockies. We wish we could live in your sock drawer. Love, All of Us!"

Jellyfish have been floating about in the seas for about 500 million years. Let's put this in perspective: the Jurassic period began about 200 million years ago and you all know what was going on then.

This is an Aurelia Aurita- known as a moon jellyfish because from a distance it takes on lunar qualities. It changes colour depending on the creature it has just ingested. The one above was 4 foot long and washed up on a beach in Devon, England two years ago.


They have clusters of eyes which they use to filter light.

                      They don't swim but are propelled by the currents of the sea.

I'm quite interested in the cultural status of the jellyfish. What would Roland Barthes have said of them? What do they signify? Childhood? Frivolity? Absurdity?

THE GREAT LAMENT OF MY OBSCURITY THREE

where we are the flowers in our clocks flare up their feathers ring the light
on a distant sulphur morning cows are licking the salt lilies
o my son
my son
we are always brought down by the colour of the world
it's blue more blue than subways than astronomy
we are too thin
we have no mouths
our legs are stiff & knock together
faces shapeless like the stars
dull crystal points a fire charred basilica
insane: the zigzags crackle
telephone
to gnaw the wires liquefy
the arc
to clamber
astral
memory
northward by its double fruit
like raw flesh
hunger fire blood





TRISTAN TZARA


(Translated by Jerome Rothenberg)

                                                         (1896-1963)

distant extremities

                              blur upon landscape
      
           final ebb tide

                  last romance of asphalt vestiges
                                                                                   aerial survey of black particles

               
                                    arid myriads
                                                                    dark astral sonorities

                  broken statues & twisted steel faces

                                   sunlight searing glass visage

           desert of gestures

                                                 wind slashing ribs & jaws

                    interior desiccate

                                                                    razed to bare outer shells

insensate precision of concrete verticals

some words we might never fully comprehend:


road

number

restriction

disquiet

jamboree

concatenation

avarice

society

gloves

symbol

burden

contact

traffic

snail

liberty

immodest

shambling

intuit

images

evasion

nonchalant

liminal

water