The lunatics have taken over the asylum.

The object in life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane - Marcus Aurelius, Roman Emperor

5 MORE YEARS UNTIL NEXT ELECTION APPARENTLY,
I DON'T BLOODY THINK SO.

Olga Vladimirovna Rozanova 1886−1918 (Pub)

AND THE WINNER IS

Days of indecision, general division
violent rage fills gentle souls,
how come the country so blue
has the nation forgotten
yesteryears.
Treacherous schemers
already on the make
hunting like thiefs.
None at least in position
to pass new unpleasant laws.
This process must be rearranged,
the era of corruption not simply passed,
this is not the end friends
because everyone in the land
is still not equal.
Somethings gotta change
lets embrace the invisible
democracies flag is falling now.
Challenge the power,
contemplate togetherness ,
and if this is futile
offer resistance.
Gather your strengths
for time to come,
dance now calmly before
gathering storms.
Lie down for a while
do not be cast away, celebrate unity
through our diversity.
The system wrong ,we know this already,
a suitable case of insanity.
Do not be fooled, all claim victory
refuse to understand,
dance, dance before
the gathering storms.
To much to lose now,
refuse to be defeated
summer will be long,
maybe a heatwave,
there will be
many reasons
to shout,
much more increduality,
helicopters tracking our collective screams.
Refuse to accept limitations,
we are not yet finished,
this is just the beginning........

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front - Wendell Berry

LOVE THE QUICK profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready made. Be afraid
to know your neighbours and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.

So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mould.
Call that profit. Prophecy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion - put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necesaary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Reprinted from:
THE COUNTRY OF MARRIAGE ( Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1973 )

REMEMBER AND BEWARE don't vote Tory.

NO MATTER HOW BAD NEW LABOUR IS,IF YOU THINK IT'S TOUGH NOW UNDER A TORY GOVERNMENT IT WILL BE A LOT WORSE.
COME ON PEOPLE THINK INTELLIGENTLY,
DON'T VOTE TORY OR THOSE BLOODY NAZIS THE B.N.P .

KNOW THY ENEMY - Christopher Logue (1926- )

Know thy enemy:
he does not care what colour you are
provided you work for him
and yet you do!

he does not care how much you earn
provided you earn more for him
and yet you do!

he does not care who lives in the room at the top
provided he owns the building
and yet you strive!

he will let you write against him
provided you do not act against him
and yet you write!

he sings the praises of humanity
but knows machines cost more than men.
Bargain with him, he laughs, and beats you at it;
challenge him , and he kills.
Sooner than loose the things he owns
he will destroy the world
SMASH CAPITAL NOW!

But as you hasten to be free
And build your commonwealth
Do not forget the enemy
Who lies within yourself.

MAY 2nd GREETINGS TO ALL WITHOUT JOBS.

let us not forget,we are voices too
hopefully living in solidarity,
unity is strength.

HAPPY MAY DAY

today commemorates historic struggle of all working people, and is a day of celebration for labor and radical movements,a day of celebrating dissent, through unity of breath calling an end to all oppression . Salute.
Rise in all your splendid might
Take the wealth that you are making
it belongs to you by right.
No one will for bread be crying
We'll have freedom, love and health.

Joe Hill

AH, LIBERALS and all that jazz.

problem is the countries fed up, it want's something different, but if you look really close, there all pretty much the same. I have no solutions, just sleepless nights. I would never trust a tory but ah the liberals all soft and cuddly, am lucky I live in Wales where their's another choice, Plaid Cymru...... and even here I have reservations.
The Labour Party has certainly let the people down, Afghanistan, Iraq, attack on civil liberties, their move to the right. So the liberal's capitalise on this and perhaps people of an anti political nature are attracted to Mr Clegg's lovely complexion on T.V. He sure takes the high ground this public school boy, he complains about the expenses scandal but when he was an M.E.P he sure made a profit. He is definitely not whiter than white, and neither is his party, if we look at their history we will notice a pattern of nastiness emerging from them, smears and lies about opponents, very ugly incidents. They dress up in Left wing clothes and the next minute are dressed in right wings ones, where's there rage, where's there fire.
My biggest fear is if people vote Clegg, because it seems now more about personality than politics, the Tories might just gain enough seats. This would be a disaster for the country.
The only good thing that can come out of all of this is some form of electoral reform. The fact is the current electoral system is unjust and a fraud. The people never vote for those who end up in power.
Watched the performances last night on television, gosh I cried, not one word about destitute asylum seekers, voices of real radical change, people before profit. Did not recall anyone of them making any pronouncements on how to tackle extreme poverty, 3 parties of very similar shades. Their has been a turning point in the last few years, the people are sick and tired, we have been let down again and again, by them all by the way, somethings gotta change, power to the people, i'd go for that.
Take it easy but think carefully before you cross the road, and remember behind evey smile their's a whole load of ********.

DAVID RUPERT EDWARDS - NID YW WALTZ OLAF / NOT THE LAST WALTZ.

Na.Na. Cymryd Iolo Morgannwg mwy o laudanum na fi er mwyn creu ffantasi sydd bellach yn hunllef. Trodd yn ii fedd-dod nawr mae'n troi yn ei fedd, wrth weld y banciau, Cyngor y Celfyddydau, a'r babell fawr yn debycach i swyddfa D.S.S. na safle o ddiwyliant. Cymrod Iolo Morgannwg mwy o opium na fi, felly ma Rolo ola Iolo i chi. A cdwch y theatr, werin, jyst ymfalchiwch fod ganddoch chi pris am y tocyn, adloniant sydd i'r dosbarth clebran, i'r actorion sydd ddim ar y llwyfran. Sa'in mynd i gael bath yn null Jenny Eirian tra'n chwibannau rhyw gytgan o set Daffyd Iwan. Mae hunanladdiadd yn ormod o ffwdan, a beth bynnag does gen i ddim pres am y trydan. A'r sdori fer wel dyma fe:
Cerdodd y dyn i lawr y stryd tu mewn ei dillad. Mi welodd ei hen gariad a gwallt nid yn felyn fel rhywbeth allan o'r Mabinogi- roedd ei gwallt jyst yn felyn. Nid oedd ei phen-ol yn ei jeans fel dau wy mewn hances boced oherwydd pen-ol oedd tu mewn ei jeans - nid dau wy mewn nances boced.
Nid oedd ei llygaid mor las ar awyr oherwydd llygaid oeddynt, nid awyr. Cymharu pethau gyda petau. Mae pethau ond yn a nid oes angen cymharu. Nawr y cysteiniaid
" Mae eglwys y glwth glwys yn gwibio" meddai'r dyn. "Hydarthedd hyderus yr Hydref" atebodd y fenyw. Nawr y plot. Sdim un. Cyn ffarwellio a hi am y tro olaf tan y tro nesaf, dywedodd y dyn:" Pan mae cariad yn dod mewn trwy'r ffenest, dylai arian fynd syth bin i'r bin". Dim ond diawled cwbl materol sy'rhy ystyfynig i gytuno a hyn. Cymrodd Iolo Morgannwg ei opiwm yn ddwfn felly mae ei Rolo ola' i hi a hwn :
1- Awyr celain, etholyddau, trydaniddio, chwd cwcwll du
2- Beth yw'r posibliadau?
3- A fyddid di yn fy nerbyn? efo breichiau, coesau agored?
4- Drws agored?
5- Afanc ifanc ei ymrannu, cont yn bybylu, a lledaenu coch coch rythm misglwyfol sy'n fwy byw na marw ac fwy marw na byw
6-7-8-9- Anarchiaeth, anarchiaeth, anarchiaeth
10- Beth yn union yw'r pwynt? Mae'r pwynt yn fanwl gywir.
10- A hanner, pwynt nodwydd.
10- A thri chwarter. Beth yw'r gair mwyaf amwys yn yr iaith?
10- A phum wythfed. Wythfed, wythfed.
Fuck cant fuck.
23- Ystyr? Pwynt? Dim?
Mae'n rhoi chwythswydd. Mae hi'n rhoi chwythswydd wrth i'r record chwarae. Ydy'r ystyr yn glir? Pwynt amwys. Ydy'r darlun yn glir? Tra ar y newyddion, torso diangen mewn cylchfa rhyfel. Lemoned orgasmaidd ar y strydoedd a'r dillad gwely. Felly priododd uffern nefoedd eto mewn potel arall o win coch, yn gras ac yn rhad. Rydw i am y brandy. Rydw i angen popeth wedi ei ddistyllu, yn feidrol. Wyt t'in fy ngharu? Wyt. Wel profa fe a sut? Wel nid yw'r cylch o gwestiynau yn dod i ben os nad wyt ti'n cyrraed y pwynt. Grym allgyrchol. Rwy 'di anghofio eistedd gyda ffrindiau yn darllen penawdau distyr papur newydd mewn tafarn. Tu allan roedd merch fach yn rhoi nodwydd yn ei cheg yn credu mae lollipop oedd ganddi. A rwyi 'di anghofio fy ffrind yn cuddio ei nodwyddau tu allan i'r ffenest, yn y gwter pan ddaeth yr heddlu, wedi i'r ty cael ei ymosod gan feddwodd. A rwy'n ceisio cofio'r teimlad mewn glendid gwely mewn ystafell wely gwesty lle roedd y tywelion a'r rhyw yn lan lle treddiais i'r nefoedd am y tro cyntaf fel y dychmygais ar faes chwarae. Ac rwy'n ceisio anghofio'r rhyw budr mewn gwely gwesty arall lle am y tro cyntaf treiddiais i uffern fel y teimlais y tro cyntaf i ti boeri yn fy ngwyneb. Tra'n chwilio am nirvana ar lethrau Everest fy meddyliau, daeth deallusrwydd yn araf. Mi gwrddais i a'r bardd Celtaidd olaf. Naw'r rwy'n trywanau am y tro olaf ac yn ysgrifennu y siec olaf. Dyma,r waltz olaf arall. Hwn yw siawns olaf, y ddawns olaf, y ddawns olaf rwy'm mynd i barhau.

No. No. Iolo Morgannwg took more laudanum than me to create a fantasy thats now a nightmare. He turned in his drunkeness now he's turning in his grave whilst seeing the banks, the Arts Council, and the big tent more similar to a D.S.S office than a situation of culture. Iolo Morgannwg took more opium than me, so Iolo's last Rolo is for you. So keep the theatre, people, just pride yourself that you've got the price for the ticket, entertainment for the chattering classses, for the actors that aren't on the stage. And I'm not going to have a bath in the manner of Jenny Eirian whilst whistling a chorus from Dafydd Iwan's set. Suicide is too much fuss and anyway I don't have enough money for the electricity.
And the short story, well here it is :
The man walked down the street inside his clothes. He saw his old lover and her hair not yellow like something out of the Mabinogi - her hair was just yellow. Her backside in her jeans wern't like two eggs in a hankerchief because it was a backside inside her jeans not two eggs in a handkerchief. Her eyes weren't as blue as the sky because they were eyes not the sky. Comparing things with things. Things are what they are and there's no need to compare. Now the consonants. "The church of the comely glutton is flitting " said the man, " The confident volatility of the autumn" answered the woman. Now the plot. Their isn't one. Before saying goodbye to her for the last time until the next time, the man said " When love comes through the window, money should go straight to the bin." Only totally materialistic devils are too stubborn to agree with this. Iolo Morgannwg took his opium deeply so his last Rolo is for her and this one:
1- Carcass sky, electioneering, electrify, vomit of a black mask.
2- What are the possibilities?
3- Will you accept me? With open arms? Open legs?
4- An open door.
5- A young beaver, cunt bubbling and spreading red, red menstrual rhythym that's more alive than dead and more dead than alive.
6-7-8-9- Anarchy. Anarchy. Anarchy.
10- What precisely is the point? The point is exactly correct.
10- And a half: the point of a needle.
10- And three quarters. What is the most ambiguous word in the lanuage?
10- And five eights. An eighth. Fuck a hundred fuck.
23- Meaning? Point? Nothing.
She gives a blow job. She gives a blow job as the record plays. Is the meaning clear? An ambiguous point. Is the picture clear? Whilst on the news a needless torso in a war zone. Orgasmic lemonade on the streets and the bedclothes. So hell married heaven once again in another bottlle of red wine, harsh and cheap. I want brandy. I want everything distilled, finite. Do you love me? Yes. Well prove it and how? Well the circle of questions don't come to an end if you don't reach the point. Centrifugal force. I've forgotten sitting with friends reading the contemptible headlines of a newspaper in a tavern. Outside a little girl was putting a needle in her mouth believing that she had a lollypop. And I've forgotten my friend hiding his needles outside the window, in the gutter, when the police came, after the house was attacked by drunks. And I'm trying to remember the feeling in the cleanness of the bed in a hotel bedroom where the towels and the sex were clean where I penetrated heaven for the first time like I imagined on a playing field. And I'm trying to remember the dirty sex in another hotel bed where for the first time I penetrated hell like I felt the first time that you spat in my face. Whilst searching for nirvana on the Everest slopes of my thoughts, intelligence came slowly. I met the last Celtic poet. Now I'm piercin for the last time, and writing the last cheque. This is the last waltz. This is the other last waltz. This is the last chance, the last dance, the last dance and I'm going to continue.


FROM - LIBERTINO, ANKST RECORDS 1993
written with scotsman Kenny Reid .
repprinted with permission
from a reluctant genius