every step
every considered action trod
every chandelier paradigm
every doormat upon the rafia coercive
we tread steps
but every slight glass-eyed structure
against yr brilliant hierarchy
is like a gesture
every steep lusty step
every contemplative haze
a bold hard gaze
every moment of radical motion
a blistered hand, a swollen finger
a cannibalistic signifier, a pen
my mobile image
every step
every steep step
every steep steep step
every initial footstep, every queer footprint
i ask, i said
every step
every steep step
every steep steep step
every steep steep steep step
you said then
every super-size fist
raised to the carbonic capital
is a path to the future
every performative step
a
step
a
step
ste
st
s
every step
step
p
pe
pet
pets
every incline movement
every new flavoursome step here
is a moment
is a tool
is a step
every letter
is a step
every moment
every subversive tone
is a steep step
is a steep steep step
is a steep steep steep step
every step
every steep step
every steep steep step
every steep steep steep step
every step p p p p p
every mortared brick upturned
every molecule spat
every can of spray paint
every word formed in colour
steps
every action trod
is an action
is it
steep?
05 February 2009
20 January 2009
Perth Poetry Slam 2009
Perth Poetry Slam 2009
Full details coming soon...
Openmouth and The Blueroom present the inaugural "Perth Poetry Slam"
Starting Wednesday the 4th February 2009, the Perth Poetry Slam runs each Wednesday night until the 4th March - with up to 20 wordmongers will dazzle you in a battle to the death.
Five randomly chosen audience members will judge the performances to see who wins the final on the 4th March. Prizes etc to be announced soon...
And you're invited! Contact: email us here...
The Slam is part of the "25 nights of Summer" program at the Blue Room... 53 James Street, Northbridge in the Perth Cultural Centre. The Blue Room will become an artist club for members and friends to hang before heading out to a Festival show, rock up after a show, or head straight down and spend the evening witnessing any number of performances taking place throughout the venue.
Hosted by WA performance poet Allan Boyd - aka the antipoet
Find out more: perthpoetryslam.com - or phone 0402 573 580 to get involved.
12 December 2008
for dorothy porter
doro t:
__._,_.___
fuck a violet tear stained wrist, hey
hi, so west of this brittle leaf
i'm sand and sunglasses afterwards,
she spoke - in meat haiku huskery
we sat on this black barge,
the swan sun wept cellularly, splinters
about thy crucifix's red subtle onion dip
a salad of poems/poetricks
coooooler than a narrative relic
too much thyme thesis
maybe, kill noir
eternal cooking scentury
the newcastle sea spray
a tender feeble voyage
our shared morning zephyrs
the sprayed rock a language
a sonic remnant metaphor
solid, emotive beyond the sun
dirt
and then
the page
she
---
dec 2008
December 2008 - STOP
some shit whats comin up:
FRIDAY 12 DEC - Blac Blocs Band - performing hard, wet, thoroughly blister on yr transistor - at the Castle Hotel, North Perth at around 11PM - preceded by this. Okay?
=
SUNDAY 14 DEC - at 700PM I'm performing with Maitland Shnaars and Kevin Gillam.
the missing link festival
and stuff...
see also: facts...
01 December 2008
poem published: under the creaking shifting weight
This poem has just been published in the [literature shelf] at the German/English poetry/arts magazine: REGAL8
under the creaking shifting weight of a hundred billion words (Feb 2008)
under the creaking shifting weight
of a hundred billion words: we sit we sip
in this central aromatic structure
this giggling monastic carbonated room
this carpeted annexe of caffeine
ink and sugar and cream and pages
all the roads and rails lead here
to this ambrosial concrete space
a footpath prayer to the lactose
and storage of lipids
those ceramic word separators
those little packets of essential carbohydrate
we sip under the histrionic canister
of shelves of shelves of shelves
we sit n stare through the temporal utterings
of this - the cultural light
a drooling echo of blanket willingness
a fractured window filled with educated pedestrians
unable to consume all meanings at once
like a hallucinogenic crystalline title
like a solidified footnoted poem
a reader, a writer, a speaker, an etching
an unspoken convergence of us
a realtime advertisement for watches
a psilocybinistic celebration
oh monomythic word
ohm ohm ohm
we sit we sip we sit we sip
stand and deliver
he said, in public reflection:
all hail ye to the angels
of post-structuralist textual expression
nay this thy ego disintegration, dude
these thousand words for you
oh gangs of nouns and figures and graphs
and adverbial connotation
the corporeal assonance
oh hear the contextual summoning, mate
author: can you feel it
the paper, the plastic, the binding, the edges
the petro-chemical electronic hum of us here
the chronic history of these telekinetic wordscapes
wrapped in epic rock stance
this swagger and thrust
of academic lust
and technique
and diction
and dust
oh collection of leaves
hurtling through bitter freeways of veins
our esoteric ramblings
bending, heaving westward
to the coastal forest of words
and books and books and books and books
we sit we sip we sit we sip
under the creaking shifting weight of a hundred billion words
some denying the ancients stories
the crimson fettered massacres, an ochre river
of black skin and white ideological forms
ignored as a holocaust fabrication
a little aussie culture battler
a violent synesthesia of history war
a fair dinkum blackened armband version
that these sun-burnt broken station fences
need not reveal a truth
that these tomes breed us - all here
under this scripted boomtown ceiling
and we burn the ones who disagree with ease
in piles of flames and disease
yet these leaves, this sheet, this page
a rustle of bibliophilic rage
yes we sit we sip we sit we sip
under the creaking shifting weight of a hundred billion words
aware the frozen block-universe
a single pre-existing
ever-existing future is wearing thin
and sacred sites are rarely random
she wrote of vivid nourishing terrains
under the creaking shifting weight of a hundred billion words
we sit we sip we sit we sip
our vacant obese skeletal bodies
hurling sentence after sodden sentence
of brazen self-aggrandisement
tearing strips of busted, bloody
brutish english language
that queens not mine, she said
not bloody legal, she said
of our glassy, robust limbs
and wrinkling skin and signs
a challenge here
our lips and tongues and ears
failing to resolve these fragments
all manufactured trees
the reverberating bark
of understanding
of signifiers
this barren semiotic orgasm
under the creaking shifting weight of a hundred billion words
we sit we sip we sit we sip
a calculation of deliberate misreadings,
without form or function
we breathe the air-conditioned reality
the bing-dinging whisperers
the foyer security never trusting a bag
as the fossil fuel collapse gets beyond grasp
a suicidal mother, bleeding of this
a battered social institution
a glacial redundancy
a cap-rocked cult
of global ecological ignorance
under the creaking shifting weight of a hundred billion words
we sit we sip we sit we sip
and the bibliomaniacal capital groupthink creeps in
a cabinet spilling street-fighter consoles
a lighthouse of ideas
like a formaldehyde dreaming
a chloroform kansas
hey dorothy our brothers are bitumen deserts
white lines of you cut up
and hammered til pulp and injected spaces
rendering a speed-reader dull
yr busted hand littered with paper-cuts
and then you are this:
a crack pipe renaissance
a credit-driven existence
a crumpled chapter
a battered pamphlet
a crushed stone petroglyph
of answers without questions
a dead ledger
a novel product
a manual of abstract clarification
until the word stops
the back cover looms
the lights fail
and we sit we sip
under the creaking shifting weight of a hundred billion words
we sit we sip we sip
we sit we sip we sip
© allan boyd (antipoet)
also published here
under the creaking shifting weight of a hundred billion words (Feb 2008)
under the creaking shifting weight
of a hundred billion words: we sit we sip
in this central aromatic structure
this giggling monastic carbonated room
this carpeted annexe of caffeine
ink and sugar and cream and pages
all the roads and rails lead here
to this ambrosial concrete space
a footpath prayer to the lactose
and storage of lipids
those ceramic word separators
those little packets of essential carbohydrate
we sip under the histrionic canister
of shelves of shelves of shelves
we sit n stare through the temporal utterings
of this - the cultural light
a drooling echo of blanket willingness
a fractured window filled with educated pedestrians
unable to consume all meanings at once
like a hallucinogenic crystalline title
like a solidified footnoted poem
a reader, a writer, a speaker, an etching
an unspoken convergence of us
a realtime advertisement for watches
a psilocybinistic celebration
oh monomythic word
ohm ohm ohm
we sit we sip we sit we sip
stand and deliver
he said, in public reflection:
all hail ye to the angels
of post-structuralist textual expression
nay this thy ego disintegration, dude
these thousand words for you
oh gangs of nouns and figures and graphs
and adverbial connotation
the corporeal assonance
oh hear the contextual summoning, mate
author: can you feel it
the paper, the plastic, the binding, the edges
the petro-chemical electronic hum of us here
the chronic history of these telekinetic wordscapes
wrapped in epic rock stance
this swagger and thrust
of academic lust
and technique
and diction
and dust
oh collection of leaves
hurtling through bitter freeways of veins
our esoteric ramblings
bending, heaving westward
to the coastal forest of words
and books and books and books and books
we sit we sip we sit we sip
under the creaking shifting weight of a hundred billion words
some denying the ancients stories
the crimson fettered massacres, an ochre river
of black skin and white ideological forms
ignored as a holocaust fabrication
a little aussie culture battler
a violent synesthesia of history war
a fair dinkum blackened armband version
that these sun-burnt broken station fences
need not reveal a truth
that these tomes breed us - all here
under this scripted boomtown ceiling
and we burn the ones who disagree with ease
in piles of flames and disease
yet these leaves, this sheet, this page
a rustle of bibliophilic rage
yes we sit we sip we sit we sip
under the creaking shifting weight of a hundred billion words
aware the frozen block-universe
a single pre-existing
ever-existing future is wearing thin
and sacred sites are rarely random
she wrote of vivid nourishing terrains
under the creaking shifting weight of a hundred billion words
we sit we sip we sit we sip
our vacant obese skeletal bodies
hurling sentence after sodden sentence
of brazen self-aggrandisement
tearing strips of busted, bloody
brutish english language
that queens not mine, she said
not bloody legal, she said
of our glassy, robust limbs
and wrinkling skin and signs
a challenge here
our lips and tongues and ears
failing to resolve these fragments
all manufactured trees
the reverberating bark
of understanding
of signifiers
this barren semiotic orgasm
under the creaking shifting weight of a hundred billion words
we sit we sip we sit we sip
a calculation of deliberate misreadings,
without form or function
we breathe the air-conditioned reality
the bing-dinging whisperers
the foyer security never trusting a bag
as the fossil fuel collapse gets beyond grasp
a suicidal mother, bleeding of this
a battered social institution
a glacial redundancy
a cap-rocked cult
of global ecological ignorance
under the creaking shifting weight of a hundred billion words
we sit we sip we sit we sip
and the bibliomaniacal capital groupthink creeps in
a cabinet spilling street-fighter consoles
a lighthouse of ideas
like a formaldehyde dreaming
a chloroform kansas
hey dorothy our brothers are bitumen deserts
white lines of you cut up
and hammered til pulp and injected spaces
rendering a speed-reader dull
yr busted hand littered with paper-cuts
and then you are this:
a crack pipe renaissance
a credit-driven existence
a crumpled chapter
a battered pamphlet
a crushed stone petroglyph
of answers without questions
a dead ledger
a novel product
a manual of abstract clarification
until the word stops
the back cover looms
the lights fail
and we sit we sip
under the creaking shifting weight of a hundred billion words
we sit we sip we sip
we sit we sip we sip
© allan boyd (antipoet)
also published here
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