Reading Ovid, polenta and pasta weather. I note his exile to the Black Sea, waiting in an oily July for tyrants to fall. Gauging the usual heat-drift war starting far in August.
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The Liars (Casus Belli)
The criminals in the boat are due at the Traitors' Gate. (for The Tower of London)
July 2009 - Sept 7th 2023)
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The Dictator's Gift
Go : have your tedious freedom of speech, live in your laurel arbour
on the proviso you know little, have usefully little or nothing to say.
The door is open to you if you take the winter way to a garbled people :
my gritty amphitheatre and airy, marble atrium have an enticing echo
for perfecting them !
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Fifth Column
The dark grey power, open doors, a red pulsing light.
Deviance
From No. 1, a bullet hard in the nape of the neck.
War : The Ache
of midsummer, lanes and the corn ripening.
Sussex July 2009
(cf. Angst August 3 entry date August 26th 2023 now up on www.zenspacia2.co.uk)
These poems came out of The Battle of the Arun Valley (2004 to 2010) before a move to London and a Regent's Park et al resumption of the War.. The poems 'Engraving Autumn' are also relevant.
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First Web Site
In 2005, creating the first zen structures domain and declaring it to MI6, taking a walk near Greatham I met two very fit young men one with a pair of binoculars which he pointed at a point somewhere just above my head. They were large Carl Zeiss binoculars, as famously used by every MI6 Agent before WW1.
nb MI6 put correctly is Military Intelligence 6 for any Stateside reader. Brownite MI6 has yet to learn my core upper-class SOE Group stands above them. Or are they Blairite, perchance ?
At a joining of the sun paving of heat and pavement you have no shadow, drift
and turn, a wafer cyclone rolled between heat and rock. Flames lick the camber, climb
to a rosary, a cross hammered by a window. A stuttering widens to pandemonium
and then a host of screaming... you reach out in the inferno. Sand-baked turrets flare, melting
souls rampant on the tarmac crowding oil and axle grease. Slither becomes a sliver of light
broader than the day, rupture or rapture, the stunned horizon
=============================== This poem was first performed at the Artists against War Event held at the University of London SOAS in January 2003 by Christopher Truman thanks to the organiser, John Rety inviting him to do so earlier
=============================== Much of these works refers to incidents ordered by one Gordon Brown. News of them eventually got to The Sun Newspaper, which switched sides from The Labour Party to The Tory Party just before a General Election which Gordon Brown lost.
Gordon Brown eventually had his revenge on me, in the events of 2015 - 2016 and onwards
Furthermore, news of them also reached one Mat Sanders, my Liberal Party Councillor. As a result, Nick Clegg would not enter into a rose Coalition with Gordon Brown, a neo- Stalinist guilty of 'class war crimes' in The Arun Valley.
