You were not there
Where did you come from, down what light?
The smallest cage
Books to the wedding
Faith may be they anchor
Especially when it snows, if it snows
of the sea, to the sea
He lived next door, a child
Kidney
An honest man here, probably
Toilet paper
I seem them on shelves, window-cills
The dead depart? To where?
LACW Hall. S, can't you see your tattered dress...
Romans
I dreamt about Claire, Oh God, and rose at four
Tail-End Charlies
One man, one hundred thousand dead, how cool is that?
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Prompts at 4 AM
Begin again when the light rises
Everywhere will be home
Because above all things you wanted me
I have no voice
I'll say it, then. No
There is an empty chair
To be born is to expect pain
There are soft moments, silences, village cricket, insects
We are too sad to be blind
A grey curtain
Death is never a mistake
I am a hungry bear, a scurrying rat
Don't CLING
I see a lighthouse, sending out dark
The hospital, the doctor, the squirting flower
Fucking in the shower
Face
My kids are off to Auchswitz
From unmarked box to unmarked box
04:03
Everywhere will be home
Because above all things you wanted me
I have no voice
I'll say it, then. No
There is an empty chair
To be born is to expect pain
There are soft moments, silences, village cricket, insects
We are too sad to be blind
A grey curtain
Death is never a mistake
I am a hungry bear, a scurrying rat
Don't CLING
I see a lighthouse, sending out dark
The hospital, the doctor, the squirting flower
Fucking in the shower
Face
My kids are off to Auchswitz
From unmarked box to unmarked box
04:03
Friday, January 16, 2009
Friday Night Prompts 4 (10:45)
SET 4 (24)
Nevertheless, as yet, they are not much solely on their own account
No sunrise, no glittering cafes
Pack up the moon
Nail
People Dying is Sad
People I wanted to be
Picnic Area. Good views of the massacre.
Pose your dead
Postcards From Palestine.
Radio Masturbate
Ripped from below
Say what you experience, what the world is
Search for the reason that bids you do it
I Didn’t Know Crusade Was a Bad Word
Selective photography
She will not stop dying
Silent, Shifting, Coal
Since you have allowed me to advise you
So Jesus, the Thing Is.
So the kids can go to school
Something of your own want comes through
Spreading out its roots in the deepest recesses of your heart
Steady hands
Such pure despair
Nevertheless, as yet, they are not much solely on their own account
No sunrise, no glittering cafes
Pack up the moon
Nail
People Dying is Sad
People I wanted to be
Picnic Area. Good views of the massacre.
Pose your dead
Postcards From Palestine.
Radio Masturbate
Ripped from below
Say what you experience, what the world is
Search for the reason that bids you do it
I Didn’t Know Crusade Was a Bad Word
Selective photography
She will not stop dying
Silent, Shifting, Coal
Since you have allowed me to advise you
So Jesus, the Thing Is.
So the kids can go to school
Something of your own want comes through
Spreading out its roots in the deepest recesses of your heart
Steady hands
Such pure despair
Friday Prompts 3 2100
SET 3 (23)
I cannot go into the nature of your work
And asbestos-empty lungs
I sat down at breakfast, opposite
I will lose sight of her face
I would like to finalise matters
In the bowels of a Welsh hill
Is it sad enough?
It always comes down to more or less happy misunderstandings
It’s easy, as if you are elastic
Jesus
Killing Bush
Known as Aber Mountain
Lately made of flesh and blood
Let me say that as of now you have no individual style
Like some first human being
Live without hope, work without despair
Look forward to hearing
Mint
Money for the wife at home
More inexpressible than all else is a work of art
My father I see and yet I can’t describe
Mysterious existences endure while we pass.
Never so much absence
I cannot go into the nature of your work
And asbestos-empty lungs
I sat down at breakfast, opposite
I will lose sight of her face
I would like to finalise matters
In the bowels of a Welsh hill
Is it sad enough?
It always comes down to more or less happy misunderstandings
It’s easy, as if you are elastic
Jesus
Killing Bush
Known as Aber Mountain
Lately made of flesh and blood
Let me say that as of now you have no individual style
Like some first human being
Live without hope, work without despair
Look forward to hearing
Mint
Money for the wife at home
More inexpressible than all else is a work of art
My father I see and yet I can’t describe
Mysterious existences endure while we pass.
Never so much absence
Friday Flash Prompts for 19:30
I do not appear to have received a copy
A black bomb of filth Cinders! Behind You!
Acid
Compare it to light things, to dark
Delve within for an answer
Dirty Wedding
Do not build me up
Draw near to what is your nature
Flash
Drive at thirty for a while
Each death demands its own procedures
Everywhere you go, she will die, and die, and die
Fags and matches
Far Enough from Nagasaki
Far from the sun
Food
For this reason first, we are not together
Go into yourself
Goodbye, My Brother
Hammer
How laughter knits about us
A black-faced army
A salesman who passed me his bottle
A black bomb of filth Cinders! Behind You!
Acid
Compare it to light things, to dark
Delve within for an answer
Dirty Wedding
Do not build me up
Draw near to what is your nature
Flash
Drive at thirty for a while
Each death demands its own procedures
Everywhere you go, she will die, and die, and die
Fags and matches
Far Enough from Nagasaki
Far from the sun
Food
For this reason first, we are not together
Go into yourself
Goodbye, My Brother
Hammer
How laughter knits about us
A black-faced army
A salesman who passed me his bottle
First Prompts Set 1800
SET 1 (23)
I want to thank you for its great and kind confidence.
After months I am still climbing
Afterwards, remember, consider the blemishes
Harry Patch
I can hardly do more.
All critical attention is too far from me
All the time, hope
Things are not always comprehensible and expressible
And a roof
This above all: ask yourself the question when it is dark about you
And all for hard cash
And shoes, satchels, and socks
And you, you ridiculous people, you expect me to help you?
Apple
Are they good? You ask me?
At the bottom of Aber Tip
Avoid love
Beach, Ball
Bubbling, Brooding
A bird dives, a fish swallows
Burn the toast, let the porridge stick, smell the gas
By Men With tingling sinews of steel
A realm which no word has ever entered
I want to thank you for its great and kind confidence.
After months I am still climbing
Afterwards, remember, consider the blemishes
Harry Patch
I can hardly do more.
All critical attention is too far from me
All the time, hope
Things are not always comprehensible and expressible
And a roof
This above all: ask yourself the question when it is dark about you
And all for hard cash
And shoes, satchels, and socks
And you, you ridiculous people, you expect me to help you?
Apple
Are they good? You ask me?
At the bottom of Aber Tip
Avoid love
Beach, Ball
Bubbling, Brooding
A bird dives, a fish swallows
Burn the toast, let the porridge stick, smell the gas
By Men With tingling sinews of steel
A realm which no word has ever entered
Flash Blast Tonight (Friday)
Boot Campers and Guests will be "blasting" tonight, writing first-draft flashes from one or more prompts from sets posted at
1800
1930
2100
2230
0000
Those on different clocks can also do this, follow the same schedule (90 minutes to write your story each time) but delayed.
Whether you write 1, 2, 3, 4, or 5 flashes, that's more than you WERE going to write,
Come and join us!!
1800
1930
2100
2230
0000
Those on different clocks can also do this, follow the same schedule (90 minutes to write your story each time) but delayed.
Whether you write 1, 2, 3, 4, or 5 flashes, that's more than you WERE going to write,
Come and join us!!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
People Die. Let's Get Indignant.
Let me first say that I do not condone or excuse the Israeli operation in Palestine. I do not wish for one innocent person’s death in that conflict.
However, what is happening there is a war. Israel IS being attacked, and most of the Arab countries surrounding it have clearly stated their enmity and refused Israel the right to exist.
I’m posting this, though, because I keep seeing a totally one-sided “debate” about the conflict, a series of “heartfelt” bleatings by 99% safe, closeted, middle-class hypocrites with short memories. This week we are not saving seal pups, we are “bleeding for Palestine.”
If you want to bleed for Palestine, go there and fight alongside Hammas.
Civilian deaths are a fact of war. It is a tragedy that a little over 1000 people have died on the Palestinian side in this recent conflict, but let’s remember, for example, that in minutes 2,800 died in the 9/11 attacks. Remember that. Perhaps all those people were “Part of the US NeoCon War Machine…” but I doubt if many (or any) thought they were such.
But have your statistic and wail about the evil Jews. How many of his kinsmen and women did Saddam Hussein kill in his reign of terror? How many of the dead of Palestine would not have died of malnutrition, poor water or poor health care if the various Palestinian Terrorists (or Freedom Fighters) had made peace with the State of Israel? How many innocents died in Bosnia?
But 80,000 died in the blink of an eye at HIROSHIMA. They were civilians, men women, children. So how about all the bleating Brits and Americans and French and Russians wailing about this conflict try shutting up? YOUR nation also committed mass murder of civilians. They did it again days later and killed another 50,000 at Nagasaki.
But the Japanese are peace-loving victims, right? How about the Rape of Nanking when they killed 300,000 and raped 20,000? Ok, then, maybe we can find some indignant Germans? No wait, there was WWII, The Holocaust, and fifteen MILLION exterminated merely for being Jewish, or Communist or handicapped or gay.
Still at least us stiff-upper-lip Brits know how to play fair. It’s not as if we killed 1.5 MILLION German civilians in WWII. We didn’t invent the fire bomb and the firestorm and kill 25000 in one night in Dresden or 50,000 in 3 nights in Hamburg?
We’re the good guys, remember?
SIXTEEN MILLION Chinese civilians died in WWII, 11,400,000 in the Soviet Union, 4,000,000 in Indonesia, 2,360,000 in Poland, 1.54 Million good Germans, 1.5 million in the Indian Empire, a million in French Indo-China, 580,000 in Japan, 514,000 in Yugoslavia, 267,00 sweet, unassuming French.
War kills. War will always kill. Palestinians and Jews will die. MILLIONS die in Africa EVERY YEAR of starvation, tribally-driven wars and famine. And every time one of these incidents trots its way to the surface, out will trot Poets Against Whatever. Get over yourselves. If you truly, truly care GO AND FUCKING DO SOMETHING. Otherwise all it is, basically, is masturbating in public.
CIVILIAN Deaths
16,200,000 China
11,400,000 Soviet Union
4,000,000 Indonesia
2,360,000 Poland
1,540,000 Nazi Germany
1,500,000 Indian Empire
1,000,000 French Indo China
580,000 Japan
514,000 Yugoslavia
378,000 Korea
300,000 The Rape of Nanking
267,000 France
250,000 Burma
220,000 Greece
212,000 Lithuania
176,000 Holland
147,000 Latvia
145,100 Italy
100,000 Malaya
95,000 Ethiopia
90,000 Phillipines
80,000 HIROSHIMA
80,000 Hungary
67,100 UK
64,000 Romania
57,000 Micronesia
55,000 Estonia
55,000 Portugese Timor
50,000 Singapore
50,000 NAGASAKI
50,000 HAMBURG 27-28-29 JULY 1943
49,600 Belgium
43,000 Czechoslovakia
25,000 DRESDEN
5,800 Norway
2,800 "9/11"
2,000 Finland
2,000 Sweden
1,500 MALTA
1,300 Luxembourg
However, what is happening there is a war. Israel IS being attacked, and most of the Arab countries surrounding it have clearly stated their enmity and refused Israel the right to exist.
I’m posting this, though, because I keep seeing a totally one-sided “debate” about the conflict, a series of “heartfelt” bleatings by 99% safe, closeted, middle-class hypocrites with short memories. This week we are not saving seal pups, we are “bleeding for Palestine.”
If you want to bleed for Palestine, go there and fight alongside Hammas.
Civilian deaths are a fact of war. It is a tragedy that a little over 1000 people have died on the Palestinian side in this recent conflict, but let’s remember, for example, that in minutes 2,800 died in the 9/11 attacks. Remember that. Perhaps all those people were “Part of the US NeoCon War Machine…” but I doubt if many (or any) thought they were such.
But have your statistic and wail about the evil Jews. How many of his kinsmen and women did Saddam Hussein kill in his reign of terror? How many of the dead of Palestine would not have died of malnutrition, poor water or poor health care if the various Palestinian Terrorists (or Freedom Fighters) had made peace with the State of Israel? How many innocents died in Bosnia?
But 80,000 died in the blink of an eye at HIROSHIMA. They were civilians, men women, children. So how about all the bleating Brits and Americans and French and Russians wailing about this conflict try shutting up? YOUR nation also committed mass murder of civilians. They did it again days later and killed another 50,000 at Nagasaki.
But the Japanese are peace-loving victims, right? How about the Rape of Nanking when they killed 300,000 and raped 20,000? Ok, then, maybe we can find some indignant Germans? No wait, there was WWII, The Holocaust, and fifteen MILLION exterminated merely for being Jewish, or Communist or handicapped or gay.
Still at least us stiff-upper-lip Brits know how to play fair. It’s not as if we killed 1.5 MILLION German civilians in WWII. We didn’t invent the fire bomb and the firestorm and kill 25000 in one night in Dresden or 50,000 in 3 nights in Hamburg?
We’re the good guys, remember?
SIXTEEN MILLION Chinese civilians died in WWII, 11,400,000 in the Soviet Union, 4,000,000 in Indonesia, 2,360,000 in Poland, 1.54 Million good Germans, 1.5 million in the Indian Empire, a million in French Indo-China, 580,000 in Japan, 514,000 in Yugoslavia, 267,00 sweet, unassuming French.
War kills. War will always kill. Palestinians and Jews will die. MILLIONS die in Africa EVERY YEAR of starvation, tribally-driven wars and famine. And every time one of these incidents trots its way to the surface, out will trot Poets Against Whatever. Get over yourselves. If you truly, truly care GO AND FUCKING DO SOMETHING. Otherwise all it is, basically, is masturbating in public.
CIVILIAN Deaths
16,200,000 China
11,400,000 Soviet Union
4,000,000 Indonesia
2,360,000 Poland
1,540,000 Nazi Germany
1,500,000 Indian Empire
1,000,000 French Indo China
580,000 Japan
514,000 Yugoslavia
378,000 Korea
300,000 The Rape of Nanking
267,000 France
250,000 Burma
220,000 Greece
212,000 Lithuania
176,000 Holland
147,000 Latvia
145,100 Italy
100,000 Malaya
95,000 Ethiopia
90,000 Phillipines
80,000 HIROSHIMA
80,000 Hungary
67,100 UK
64,000 Romania
57,000 Micronesia
55,000 Estonia
55,000 Portugese Timor
50,000 Singapore
50,000 NAGASAKI
50,000 HAMBURG 27-28-29 JULY 1943
49,600 Belgium
43,000 Czechoslovakia
25,000 DRESDEN
5,800 Norway
2,800 "9/11"
2,000 Finland
2,000 Sweden
1,500 MALTA
1,300 Luxembourg
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 05, 2009
SICK!
I was sick with a cold and chest infection for the week before Xmas, bu "OK" for Xmas day
But I've been laid low again, same symptoms.
I'm "functioning" just about but this one is a bastard.
I cough so bad I can't sleep.
But I've been laid low again, same symptoms.
I'm "functioning" just about but this one is a bastard.
I cough so bad I can't sleep.
5th Prompts
Spices
Needle to Thread
Wheeling, wheeling, above the forest
No it's just five digits
Chest
Now we know nothing of those days
Imagine no colour
A line of old, sad trees
Blind Druids
The way water runs beneath the ground
Bucket
Some places really look like their postcards
SEED
I have it on authority that the trees walk the night
Words bubble up
Under the stairs
For he's a jolly good driver!
Always remember the longer you live, the sooner you're going to die
Amen
Needle to Thread
Wheeling, wheeling, above the forest
No it's just five digits
Chest
Now we know nothing of those days
Imagine no colour
A line of old, sad trees
Blind Druids
The way water runs beneath the ground
Bucket
Some places really look like their postcards
SEED
I have it on authority that the trees walk the night
Words bubble up
Under the stairs
For he's a jolly good driver!
Always remember the longer you live, the sooner you're going to die
Amen
Saturday, January 03, 2009
3rd Jan Prompts
A cockroach, another cockroach
Pandemic
A romantic movement, a heavy black book
A stubbed toe, a short-lived cuddle
Avocado
Big George
Blow me away
A passionate temperament
Teddy-bear, Church mouse,
CRACK!
Dancing
Do you hear me,?
Eighteen
Ever since my retirement
There are fewer of us now.
Flashing lights
From the offices of the company on the 85th floor
Green & White
But I know it is him.
Pruning
How black is black?
I fell in love with her almost immediately.
It could be flu
The sock factory,
No choice
Living the simple life with Paul and Linda
Lots of people will die.
Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
O for a muse of fire!
On the edge of Potter's Field
Silver polish
Ruby
Some 50% some 30%
The canvas slaps, flaps, but holds
Sour Milk
Lava
Trolleys clattering, half-heard voices
Two-and-a-half, maybe three
Various tiles, laid in a diamond pattern
We know that
Pandemic
A romantic movement, a heavy black book
A stubbed toe, a short-lived cuddle
Avocado
Big George
Blow me away
A passionate temperament
Teddy-bear, Church mouse,
CRACK!
Dancing
Do you hear me,?
Eighteen
Ever since my retirement
There are fewer of us now.
Flashing lights
From the offices of the company on the 85th floor
Green & White
But I know it is him.
Pruning
How black is black?
I fell in love with her almost immediately.
It could be flu
The sock factory,
No choice
Living the simple life with Paul and Linda
Lots of people will die.
Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
O for a muse of fire!
On the edge of Potter's Field
Silver polish
Ruby
Some 50% some 30%
The canvas slaps, flaps, but holds
Sour Milk
Lava
Trolleys clattering, half-heard voices
Two-and-a-half, maybe three
Various tiles, laid in a diamond pattern
We know that
Friday, January 02, 2009
Word-Count Update
January 1st
WRITING
2,843 Words
Some diary stuff, two flashes, two poems.
I rate one flash and I like the two poems.
This morning. six hundred words before logging on to the web or email and now I have to travel (bugger it!)
Will manage at least one flash today but I need to get some longer pieces together.
READING & Critiquing
January 1st
001 Elizabeth Baines.. Condensed Metaphysics
002 Elizabeth Baines.. The Shooting Script
003 Elizabeth Baines.. Daniel Smith Disappears off the Face of the Earth
004 Anonymous BCer Three Things
005 Anonymous BCer You, Daydream Believer
006 Anonymous BCer New Year
007 Anonymous BCer Shades of Grey
008 Anonymous BCer The Missing
009 Anonymous BCer When I Remember Cathy
010 Anonymous BCer Happiness, Wishing
011 Anonymous BCer POEM To Slit Your Own Throat
012 Anonymous BCer POEM Blenkinsop's Final Parade
WRITING
2,843 Words
Some diary stuff, two flashes, two poems.
I rate one flash and I like the two poems.
This morning. six hundred words before logging on to the web or email and now I have to travel (bugger it!)
Will manage at least one flash today but I need to get some longer pieces together.
READING & Critiquing
January 1st
001 Elizabeth Baines.. Condensed Metaphysics
002 Elizabeth Baines.. The Shooting Script
003 Elizabeth Baines.. Daniel Smith Disappears off the Face of the Earth
004 Anonymous BCer Three Things
005 Anonymous BCer You, Daydream Believer
006 Anonymous BCer New Year
007 Anonymous BCer Shades of Grey
008 Anonymous BCer The Missing
009 Anonymous BCer When I Remember Cathy
010 Anonymous BCer Happiness, Wishing
011 Anonymous BCer POEM To Slit Your Own Throat
012 Anonymous BCer POEM Blenkinsop's Final Parade
Boring Prompts
I am the bastard Simpson Simpson
Happy Birthday, Angela
This is the third time this week
Tea?
Let me take you through it, step by step
I am covered in mud
Al of our neighbours are jealous
T-Shirt
Something VERY bad is going to happen soon
I might go to Edingburgh
MFI are back, they're doing lives, 50% off
It's big, but is it big enough?
All my life I have heard voices. I was fine until I told someone.
My-Black-Suit
Why does "Ox" sound better than "Bull"?
When I was a word I wanted to be a line
After midnight, creeping
On tin trays in the snow
Yellow, late summer grass, crazily downhill
Happy Birthday, Angela
This is the third time this week
Tea?
Let me take you through it, step by step
I am covered in mud
Al of our neighbours are jealous
T-Shirt
Something VERY bad is going to happen soon
I might go to Edingburgh
MFI are back, they're doing lives, 50% off
It's big, but is it big enough?
All my life I have heard voices. I was fine until I told someone.
My-Black-Suit
Why does "Ox" sound better than "Bull"?
When I was a word I wanted to be a line
After midnight, creeping
On tin trays in the snow
Yellow, late summer grass, crazily downhill
Thursday, January 01, 2009
21:06 More Prompts
We vault over the barrier
He tells her how much he still loves her
We are strictly off the record
Tea & Toast
A penguin, a piano
I wonder how it feels to slit your own throat?
She's wearing red she's wearing green
Even the husbands, even the mothers
Here comes, with a brolly and a briefcase...
Leaving the note that she wished would say more
What could I possibly need?
Rushing in again at the last minute
This is how it will happen
He tells her how much he still loves her
We are strictly off the record
Tea & Toast
A penguin, a piano
I wonder how it feels to slit your own throat?
She's wearing red she's wearing green
Even the husbands, even the mothers
Here comes, with a brolly and a briefcase...
Leaving the note that she wished would say more
What could I possibly need?
Rushing in again at the last minute
This is how it will happen
19:35 Another Set of Prompts
Absent fathers stand in parks
This morning, men are returning to the world
Applause
I am going to the house of my childhood
Chink!
My wife has installed speakers for announcements
Another Intimacy
Photographs, but they only last a day
Let us make up your mind
I have a lot of paper
The whip of wind, the sound of wet footprints
Ben Shermans
Beer makes me cry
I would like to be banned for shagging someone
Black Iceberg
We need another Diana Death
Forest
Listen to Hell under the rocks
Hallelujah!
The considerable frictions in oil
As near as damn isn't near enough
Blenkinsop's Final Parade
I might as well. What else is there?
This morning, men are returning to the world
Applause
I am going to the house of my childhood
Chink!
My wife has installed speakers for announcements
Another Intimacy
Photographs, but they only last a day
Let us make up your mind
I have a lot of paper
The whip of wind, the sound of wet footprints
Ben Shermans
Beer makes me cry
I would like to be banned for shagging someone
Black Iceberg
We need another Diana Death
Forest
Listen to Hell under the rocks
Hallelujah!
The considerable frictions in oil
As near as damn isn't near enough
Blenkinsop's Final Parade
I might as well. What else is there?
Blast it!
Boot Campers are "blasting" tonight
1800
1930
2100
2230
Just think, if they succeed they'll have 4-5 flashes by the end of the first of the year
PROMPTS
I blame it on the backlash
James!
I wanted you. you wanted me
NAIL
The tinkle of the television
A Question of Balance
BRUTE
Who loves best won't always love longest
Tapioca
We can talk about the chemistry
A gun in the kitchen
BLOCK
This is the female, fattened
The tackle of the mighty, the rumble of the fallen
CHIN
Wingless, wordless
CRAWL-SPACE
I have been looking forward to my divorce
GLUE
OK, I'll go to the shops and get your fucking fags
AROMATIC
The earth sweats and grumbles
IVY
There was an old woman who
1800
1930
2100
2230
Just think, if they succeed they'll have 4-5 flashes by the end of the first of the year
PROMPTS
I blame it on the backlash
James!
I wanted you. you wanted me
NAIL
The tinkle of the television
A Question of Balance
BRUTE
Who loves best won't always love longest
Tapioca
We can talk about the chemistry
A gun in the kitchen
BLOCK
This is the female, fattened
The tackle of the mighty, the rumble of the fallen
CHIN
Wingless, wordless
CRAWL-SPACE
I have been looking forward to my divorce
GLUE
OK, I'll go to the shops and get your fucking fags
AROMATIC
The earth sweats and grumbles
IVY
There was an old woman who
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