Friday, November 03, 2006

small print

MURMURISTS HAVE SAID: small print: From the Ebbw Vale shoreline, spying drunken boats on a topographic ocean, Phoenix Vaudeville, like some vapour christ, shunts in moderate fantasy violence; lending a flattened left-hand, but no thumb, to Decimal Cezanne and Old Mother L. Ron Hubbard. Visible t-shirt says ‘Meat and Potato Piet Mondrian’ (recto), ‘Born Deleuze’ (verso). English Continuous, current leader of the pack, makes VCS3 flatulence at E.P. Thompson’s grave, as free Marxist jainjazz; whilst dizzied documentorians and the usual urlocutioneers recite ‘…1 September 1651; Crusoe sailed from Hull…’, by way of explaining themselves to themselves. This forms a location. One of the latter group, Weddle C - a former Spice Boy - is hippie-corporeal, and scribbles portmanteau prose with iodine ink, as prole polemic, as carbon copy, on paper made from prisoners of Zenda. This appears, and verbatim, as the b-side to a reissued, remastered, reworked version of the Wishbone Ash classic, Argos, with Stephen Smallfry narrating. All instruments have been removed, in favour of sharpened sticks; singing voices now cracked, electronic, circumcised. An apple - as a truncated appellation, free gift, and with no pun intended - hovers in the eve, in the Eve, as if by magic. Evil is detected, by spyware made from biodegradable, now-defunct philosophical systems, crossed-out by Keith Tyson, in a sponsorship deal worth hundreds. A geographical limit is reached at the same established location. Vaudeville, Cezanne, and Hubbard alight. Meanwhile, Pastorius and Wittgenstein are murdered, one after the other, again and again, over and over. Meanwhile, too, the newspaper industry decides to call it a day, in favour of a rocket to the moon, Eno Genome. small print: Spidy Agguter makes arithmetic at the disco, swooning to the sounds of the incondite, eloining plainsong of ’Iceman vs. The Hulk’, by the funereal sixth Beatle, Paul McCarthy. Agguter, now visible, speaks in tongues, but caricaturedly so, to Dan Briscoe, who, meantime, tweaks and twiddles mysterious, scientistic objects on a new virtual version of Keith Rowe’s table-top guitar. This, as Aggutter and Briscoe both agree, has the added advantage of a nominal beatbox, from which Rowean flights can be systematised, numbered, and danced to. Agguter shuffles, Briscoe brainstorms, both twitch in time. small print: A brick from Jackson’s balcony, a power heirloom in so being; a dead hen at Ipatiev House; Lovecraft at Gethsemane; cock in a frock; wrongers wronging, so strong, so opaque; Lux Pogo, shouting ‘…Kevin Eldon loves Youko Ahola…’, knows that, whatever love is, the one-eyed man is king; headline: Gallows on the Moon (with Strobe Effects); two ontological collisions: Milligan:Antrobus and Heidegger gets the girl; and all the while, ‘under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me’. small print: hello yellow brick road. small print: redrum


Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Old Mother L.Ron Hubbard. *Applause* I take off my hat to you Anthony.

Friday, November 03, 2006 8:30:00 pm  
Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Reading this is like eating the best ever pie in the whole world.

Friday, November 03, 2006 8:31:00 pm  
Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Word verification was just 'prrrrr' - how cool is that? Miaow!

Friday, November 03, 2006 8:31:00 pm  
Blogger Dr Anthony Donovan said...

Thanks for your kind words, Molly. I like that mash of things - Old Mother... is a fave, actually; as is J.G. Power-Ballard. Just for a laugh; but some do reveal a bit of something, too. I also like the word verification things. Often they seem to have something tacit to do with the subject being posted! There lies madness, of course...!

Sunday, November 05, 2006 9:08:00 pm  

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