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“…can you still tan in the light of a dead star?”

My edge is as surgical laser precision.
Operating in zero gravity.
On an industrial scale.
Decades advanced in an alternate universe.
Orbiting a white dwarf.
…can you still tan in the light of a dead star?

 
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Posted by on December 24, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

Default Setting

Default setting
More often than not
I catch myself
I have to stop myself
Delivering obituaries for my nearest and dearest

Default setting
More often than not
I catch myself
I have to stop myself
Stood at the curb
Watching in slow slow-motion
As the wing mirror hit, tear and peel off my face

Default setting
More often than not
I catch myself
I have to stop myself
Cleaning up this mess.

 
 

It Must be a Dream

I was involved with a criminal gang, just selling dope really. One lad got out of order and another pulled a gun on him, I was outraged, shocked, embarrassed and frightened, this was big do do for us, serious shit, he proceed to shoot him but only after setting fire to the old warehouse that we were hanging around in.
I could not believe it, it must be a dream. Next morning I walked past the warehouse down by the docks and it had indeed been burned down. I recognised the guy going through the rubble as he had looked in through the door last night just as things kicked off, I knew he was a witness, I knew he had seen us there, he was fearful of me but I now feared for him.

Police came to my house last night & arrested me because details of a recent crime was similar to my post about a dream I had. I am now their number one suspect in an arson & murder case. When I woke up I was in a cell.

 

This Richness

It is a richness
For the loss of a better word
Or words.
It is something I never considered
Or heard told
It is unexpected
And rewarding
This
Richness
In my life.

This richness
Sole circumstances
Equates to you.
You are biology, psychology
Complete
You compliment me
Unfathomable creature
Unassuming necessity
Turn me to word salad
And other weak at the knee cliché.

This richness inflates
Expands
Makes glad.
An elevated equilibrium
Higher state of consciousness
And other romantic scenarios
Sharing this rich existence as we do
In the greater scheme
Appearing as slight as a plant turns to the sun
Yet I believe will consume at the end.

for KK
15/03/2019

 
 

I Got to See Agnes Sing

I got to see Agnes sing a number of times in Dublin. First was at the Olympia in 1990, support act on the night was Marc Almond, it was his first piano and voice only retrospective. I invited the girl I really fancied along. We sat third row, center stage. She translated the German parts for me, whispering the strange dark story of revenge and mass murder into my ear, then in the same breath asked me never to call her again.

The last show was upstairs in Slattery’s on Capel Street, north side of Dublin, no man lands. There were six people there including the promoter Mr. Smiley Bolger, Agnes and a pianist. That show has danced around my head ever since. Teetering on the edge of such a high stool dangling her Tootsies. Greater than any high wire act. Trapeze Artists have nothing on you. Wall of Death motorcycle drivers at least have Centripetal Force on their side. Agnes had gravity conspiring against her. We watched from a great height. We ate our nails. That was the edge. We were the fringe. This was happening and we were present and no one else even cared, over and over and over again. In the course of an evening we became fluent, but our translations would be lost in thought.
Drogen lachen “don’t listen to the words”.

I play my three albums to death, the radio shows too, I know every breath.
Anything for more please. Anything?

http://agnesbernelle.net/audio.html

 

A Virtual Compilation

Early last year while recording I accidentally loaded the wrong sample then left the voice in the piece as a happy accident. Earlier this year I read about a fundraising campaign for Genesis P-Orridge and a call for music related to he/r so I submitted the happy accident –

On the 23rd of the month it is customary at 23:00 to reach out creatively and express oneself, January 23rd is my son’s birthday so it was an extra special experiment, this is the result, made entirely from Psychic TV, Thee Majesty and Genesis P-Orridge tracks with just a little encouragement from our Echosystem. Enjoy. X,BD

 
 

A Trump and a Tiger

 

Deep in a jungle

High up in the clouds

.

A trump and a tiger

Went down to the water

Playing together

Friends for ever

For ever and ever

.

Deep in a jungle

High up in the clouds

.

Trump only likes spikey water

So tiger jumps in first

Orange bubbles up trumps nose

Laughing and splashing

Friends together for ever and ever

.

Deep in a jungle

High up in the clouds

.

Trump and a tiger

Get out of the water

Trump blows tigers fur dry

All fluffy and clean

Friends cosy together

For ever and ever

.

Deep in a jungle

High up in the clouds

.

 
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Posted by on December 23, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

Protest Song

I wish everyone would just behave
Then I could go back to writing love songs
Like I just don’t care
Instead of protest songs
More protest songs,
To prove I am not complicit
Or whatever it is
That compels me
To contribute
In a positive
And constructive way
To society.

I wish everyone would just behave
Then I could go crazy in love songs
A riot of emotion
A revolution of the heart
An insurgence of romance
A coup d’état of coo ca choo.

I wish everyone would just behave
I do I do I do.

 
 

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Increasingly Difficult Dark Clichés

At this time of day
Especially at this time of year
Even in this city
To sit in the sun
As it dips
And lowers
Becomes ever increasingly difficult.

At this time of day
Especially at this time of year
To sit in the sun
Head up
Eyes shut closed
Blinded, oblivious
Becomes ever increasingly difficult.

At this time of day
Especially at this time of year
This city sets at dawn
Blinded, oblivious
Eyes drawn down
Solitary light like an echo of a distant sound
And other dark clichés

I just want to sit in sun light
Head up
Eyes shut closed
Blinded, oblivious
Only vigilant of phosphenes
Solitary, distant
And other increasingly difficult dark clichés.

 
 

For a Life Well Lived

Fill your life with love
Let it seep into all the pores
You have a capacity for more, always.
And for a life well lived, an exploration of these:

The nooks, the crannies
The void, the abyss
Exploration of these
For a life well lived.

Hard-hat, torch, climbing rope, compass, comfortable shoes,
Or on your knees,
With Dogma as a guide to where to step off
And love in your heart you will never be lost.

To roll over or rebel
Consume or expel
Embrace or make haste
Fuck or be damned

For a life well lived
Exploration of these
For a life well lived
Thorough exploration of these.

 
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Posted by on September 13, 2018 in Uncategorized