'This is my pillow thought:- Impoverished God is presently in Suffolk UK trying to squeeze some conscience cash from the Euro Lottery Winners. So stop praying. You know you dare not interrupt the divine bankrupt when he's on the scrounge. Goodnight.' CM
'Yippee-de-hoo-ha, I don't give a doo da today! I have had a dual epiphany- no more limp dick poetry of cum free impotency and I do thank Christ for it: he is such a devilishly attractive dude [Mmm I would coz I know he's a smooth chocolate] and you gotta have a certain respect for such a brilliantly satanic idea that has proven to be so addictive to the fearful and the feeble-minded for so long.
Bang on. 'Twas a cracking business model.
High fives to his wrathful father- the guy who told me last night that the art-form I have loved has been reduced to meaningless wank by ill-educated yanks and there is no going back. His word is God. Scary whooo!
Shit! What is that ubiquitous saying, that irritating cliche- today is the first day of the rest of my life. Satire and fiction still raises the reproductive member to the horizontal position. Lube and friction and away you go. I have the Viagra and Cialis of the mind- do you. I somehow doubt it. YES! I shall flout it.
Hell! I might yet, behave as perfectly as the lauded bankers, sell my soul to Beelzebub, the creator of The Spice Girls and write the next best seller:- '69 Hues Of Gay' LOL.' CM
High fives to his wrathful father- the guy who told me last night that the art-form I have loved has been reduced to meaningless wank by ill-educated yanks and there is no going back. His word is God. Scary whooo!
Shit! What is that ubiquitous saying, that irritating cliche- today is the first day of the rest of my life. Satire and fiction still raises the reproductive member to the horizontal position. Lube and friction and away you go. I have the Viagra and Cialis of the mind- do you. I somehow doubt it. YES! I shall flout it.
Hell! I might yet, behave as perfectly as the lauded bankers, sell my soul to Beelzebub, the creator of The Spice Girls and write the next best seller:- '69 Hues Of Gay' LOL.' CM
Dan and I have decided we have better things to do. We purchased a new broom of common sense and it has worked wonders.
I killed off my juvenie collaboration with The Queer Messiah Banned- I cannot work with musicians: pathetically it has taken me 15yrs to discover that.
I cannot stop being a poet BUT I can stop being the sad prat that constantly advertises the fact.
I have a made a fresh pact with a great writer- I shall be putting my energies into that.
I still work for Paraphilia Magazine and Books as an Associate Editor and am Editor in Chief for their poetry supplement Paraseptic Rites. I have no idea how long that will last.
My dearest wish is that my new collaboration with Mike Knowles will be my last and most fruitful one. I am far too old to waste what time I have left on attempting to turn impure water into wine.' CM
'Kushal Poddar- my true adopted son, I am not given to envy, but I envy you your youth and your multi-cultural prescience. You and shining lights like you are the future of what will remain of a dying art: a global voice.
I am 63, British and Welsh, highly educated- well traveled, scarred by life and not the least parochial, but I have LOST my chance of an audience. They were there when I was twe
nty-one, thin as a rake wearing all black, touring the art-centres of the UK reading my rants against the cruelties of the Vietnam War and American Empirism- they were swiftly nabbed by sophisticated electrics and quick fixes.
You and your ilk are my hope of an antidote to all that. I am more than content to be nothing but a cross-reference in your awaited glittering career.' CM
You and your ilk are my hope of an antidote to all that. I am more than content to be nothing but a cross-reference in your awaited glittering career.' CM
'It's a dull overcast day in the UK- how very British to rattle on about the weather. Let's be even more British then and inflate our native sense of superiority by sticking pins in the ego balloons of all of the nouveau nations desperate for a history of note. Marvelous game.
Jolly dee.
I have this vision of the former colonies looking like cast aside used condoms in the alleyways of time.
Sweethearts and Facebook farts- ignore me I am just a disenchanted poet with an ongoing grudge against jumped up and gobby illiterates. LOL.' CM
I have this vision of the former colonies looking like cast aside used condoms in the alleyways of time.
Sweethearts and Facebook farts- ignore me I am just a disenchanted poet with an ongoing grudge against jumped up and gobby illiterates. LOL.' CM
'Cry baby Nigeria- the largest and most populous state in Africa, rich in vast resources and equally vast corruption, is upset that it brought NO medals back from the London Olympiad. Is that a black faction doing the white-plastic drastic we protest too much thing? The wealth there is deeply sickening compared to the poverty and they only have themselves to blame extremely lamely in a criminal ec
onomy where very very few whites remain. You lost. Live with it. Learn how to use your enormous resources for the betterment of your people AS A WHOLE, stop posturing and embrace a civilisation that properly reflect your own rich culture. Imitating white capitalism is frankly idiotic to the point of insanity.' CM
Does this mean we can now talk about it as a racial issue without treading on eggshells. These bastards were being racist towards US and committing criminal acts on OUR CHILDREN in plain sight of many men from the Pakistani community.
It is intolerable BUT the the United Kingdom traditionally shows more tolerance than any other country in the world. We are an incredibly soft touch and every immigrant knows it.' CM
'OMG! The fans are going mad in North America for my adopted niece Lily Collins and her boyfriend who are both into the third day of shooting the movie 'The Mortal Instruments'. They will be spending Christmas here with us- her hair will still be the shade of red that the production team will have chosen is the best shade to represent Clary Frey. Pictures will have leaked onto the net. Can't wait to see them. There are two films already in the can since Mirror Mirror. My lips are sealed as to what she is being touted for- BUT IT IS BIG. Go girl.' CM
'Sharing some great long awaited quality time with my truly captivating birthday man who has a whole week off. Yay! I don't do towns much but that's where we are going. He got far too many birthday presents and treats SO time for me to flash the cash on another good cause- me. Tee hee. Catch you later.' CM
'Just had Sunday brunch with my man- good thing. Found in the Sunday rags [newspapers] a risible and deeply sickening advert for 1' 6" tall enameled Christmas trees with moving locomotives carrying waving Santas- very bad things. I need no more proof that civilisation is actually dead and on the mortuary slab. I am still incredibly in love after 28yrs so, in fact, nothing else matter- bloody good for lucky old me. Get your acts together you shallow prats and try it on for size.' CM
'I am awake- just, but the hand-brake's kind of stuck. I smell burning rubber. I am not having sex. Mmm..I may have a brain tumour. I hope it improves my state of humour.' CM
'Hey! I have survived another day. I am dreading having to quell my natural inclination to political incorrectness- what with the paralympics starting tomorrow and all. When I said he was very handsome from the waist up I was not being intentionally controversial. Honest. I shall now sleep on my horribly misconstrued misbehaviour. Fuck me! It's a social minefield- I shall very likely get a limb blown off just for opening me gob and be there at Rio throwing the javelin from a wheelchair. How deliciously phallic. A chance to spear someone in plain sight and have it deemed a tragic accident. Awesome.' CM
'I AM looking forward to the opening ceremony of the Paralymics- the wheelchair rugby is already a total sell-out [within the rules is trying to knock your opponent out of their wheelchair] BECAUSE I am unfit and if they can do it then so can I; the human body is quite remarkable; and also BECAUSE commentators will be going through hoops not to make politically incorrect remarks BUT THEY WILL, unremarkably.
What I have found out about these remarkable athletes is that they will laugh at such things BECAUSE, compared to the mountains that they have climbed, political correctness and those who bang on about it are lower than molehills.' CM
'Someone has to say it- I watched in all good faith BUT the opening ceremony to the Paralympics was just lame.' CM
'I have seen the worm turn- into a dragon that burns the hungry hawk into a small pile of dust. Peaceful means to resolve conflicts are manifestly toothless and seem only to exacerbate and prolong the pain of the innocent. This fact traps me in the deepest purple gloom- let's hope I find a way out soon. The way the world at large has collectively responded to the ongoing war-crimes in Syria is a truly shameful episode in the history of modern mankind. The west has prioritized other things and they have made them contextually and conveniently blind. Integrity is dead.' CM
'Having risen from my pit I am in a state of unrest so much for SLEEPEEZEE. Not fucking bright and certainly not fucking breezy PLUS my husband is currently mister sneezy. I am just about to endure a make-over. Photos will follow. Yikes!' CM
'I care more for my plants than I do for your piss poor poetry. Yesterday I was in the greenhouse listening to BBC Radio 4 when on came the risible 'Poetry Hour' like a shower of auric shite [poetic license there] and it gave my tumbling tomatoes such a fucking fright I turned it off. Well, I am encouraging them to ripen not to rot. I kid you not- in my humble [that's a fib] poet's opinion the broadcast was not fit for vegetables.' CM
'Once the 'power words' got ripped from the sanctity of the poet/seer/priests and fell into common use they lost their potency and became absorbed into everyday language where the masses could spit or 'throw' them ubiquitously.
They stopped being chanted as part of strict oral tradition steeped in a magnificant magical history. Twats actually wrote them down- further demeaning their purpose and pr
ofound meaning. So it remains today.
You say the word love with, for the most part, no thought of what you are doing with the powerhouse of your esoteric heart.
Nothing is intrinsically beautifully. Fact. But humans possess untapped and unmapped resources of the mind and, doing it right, they might imbue an object or another living thing with a palpable air of beauty. You don't do this by saying to a lipstick in a Drugstore- "Oh look babes, ain't this bootiful."
The words love and hate are almost entirely similarly abused.
I know it would create a major shift in our Western 'civilisation' if people were to take stock, stop for a second before abusing a power word unnecessarily and taking the decisive step to use it only for when it is powerfully appropriate.
That is also a step on the pathway to reconnecting with our innate powers of psychic-communication, the appreciation of the work of the true poet/seer/priests who live among us still- their wizardry drowned out by hurricanes and tsunamis of ego driven and delusional degradable dross, stuff about which, in two weeks, no-one gives a toss.
Unless we address this both personally and as a community it is no wonder we shall remain burdened by a state of perpetual loss that drives us towards attachments and addictions that will inevitably prove to be the end of us.' CM
You say the word love with, for the most part, no thought of what you are doing with the powerhouse of your esoteric heart.
Nothing is intrinsically beautifully. Fact. But humans possess untapped and unmapped resources of the mind and, doing it right, they might imbue an object or another living thing with a palpable air of beauty. You don't do this by saying to a lipstick in a Drugstore- "Oh look babes, ain't this bootiful."
The words love and hate are almost entirely similarly abused.
I know it would create a major shift in our Western 'civilisation' if people were to take stock, stop for a second before abusing a power word unnecessarily and taking the decisive step to use it only for when it is powerfully appropriate.
That is also a step on the pathway to reconnecting with our innate powers of psychic-communication, the appreciation of the work of the true poet/seer/priests who live among us still- their wizardry drowned out by hurricanes and tsunamis of ego driven and delusional degradable dross, stuff about which, in two weeks, no-one gives a toss.
Unless we address this both personally and as a community it is no wonder we shall remain burdened by a state of perpetual loss that drives us towards attachments and addictions that will inevitably prove to be the end of us.' CM
'My shoes are wet- it brings back memories of when I was a wee lad learning the fine art of peeing with a cock. [Mum! I've wet me sock! Oh Christ, I've only just finished knitting those. Please mum, just call me Chris, life's going to be hard enough second time around as it is. Take this foreskin- eh? It's not exactly been a good start! How old are you to be giving me lip? Two.] Prodigious.' CM
'I have been trying very hard to write today- needless to say it it has been very trying AND I'M FUCKING SAYING IT ANYWAY. Why is it that all ways 'people' imagine their needs to be utterly paramount: children behave like that. Yes you fucking adolescent twats, sort out the trivial trivia in your own trivialised lives- YOU ARE GROWN UPS and its your fault that you don't act like you should. Feel a tad better now after that utterly childish rant. LOL.' CM
'I'm far too busy for all this pish- ha, I think I might be morphing into an American with the exception that when I say something I mean it. Do you know what I mean? Sounds a tad mean but had to be said. If I were an Iranian mullah I'd be dead. LOL.' CM
'I am hungry so must break my fast pretty damn quick- yum yum, hang on tum, here it comes. Latte, 100% rye toast, real butter and Marmite. It might be an acquired taste BUT I have acquired it so butt out. Wish you were here though. I would take you on a tour of my reclusive paradise before kicking you out into the shit of the real world. LOL.' CM
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