Archive for January, 2010

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FFF!

January 30, 2010

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Inner Terrestrials!

January 29, 2010
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Poems Written Whilst Obviously Under The Influence, (part 3)

January 29, 2010

Reality

What words to speak to consecrate transformation

The bread into Christ is the mundane into the supreme

In mind only

What we believe to be we are

There is no reality only perception

So discipline that perception

Conception dream awakening frenzy amok in mind body and soul

I have torn a tempest across my life

These blinding screens have warped me

I have involuted

Seize power of the mind through complete gnosis and abandonment

Realise there is no mind to grip

Only filters that can be unleashed

We are the microcosm and the macrocosm

Our perceptions of depth are false

Deluded

There is no in and out up down

There is emptiness.

Let it flow.

Seek old lands with new eyes, do not seek new lands

Did Proust say it, or was it invented for my needs

Nomatter.

The drug is strong is tearing at my

My shamanic ways are developing

Technofage delirium

Yet within without my transformation is inescapable.

I believe all religions are true

I am a Muslim. A Buddhist. A Christian. A Pagan. A Jew. A Satanist.

I am a Nihilist.

I am left and right wing. I believe everything is true.

But I live not by what I believe.

But what I feel to be of most benefit.

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Poems Written Whilst Obviously Under The Influence, Part 2

January 29, 2010

Everything is going to be alright forever.

I wrote that underlined

Because that’s important

It’s important to remember

Death is not the end

Death is a wonderful thing

To be anticipated with excitement

When we die

We shall be ready

When our planet consumes us

It will be because

We have served our purpose

We will have progressed forward

Do not slow evolution

Do not fear the end

Do not seek anything other

Than evolution of the self

Which is everybody

Together the ants will conquer the elephant.

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Poems Written Whilst Obviously Under The Influence

January 29, 2010

The recurring conundrum of a spiritual minded drug user.

It would have answered the question

It would have squeegeed the third eye blind

It would have folded reality up into a corcertina and played Balkan gypsy love with your heart and soul

It would have illumined too soon

It would have graced us, emancipated, coagulated us

Into one awesome body of light

The poem I wrote last night.

It would have extrapolated your mind baggage and conveyored it right through Heathrow to your awaiting plane to Salvador, Bahia

It would have sprouted Malagasy baobab tress in your quantum mechanics

Backed-rubbed you Bangkok style in the alley

Hot rocked your clit-cock on the tick-tock

If I hadn’t been so stoned

I would have saved the poem

That I wrote whilst really high last night.

The recurring conundrum of a spiritual minded drug user

Is how to hold on

To revelation

To live eternally

In the opening of one’s mind’s eye

To remember

To press save

When you write a poem that could have changed everything.

Just one more then.

Just one more poem

Just one more line

Just one more word

Just one.

Feed me. Clothe me. House me. Love me.

Be my vent my gateway my portal

Through this consciousness

I

Write

Myself.

To give birth to myself

First I have to disappear up my own arse

If I can appear in just one more magazine

One more photo

One more movie

Then I know

I’ll know I exist

I’ll no that when I look into the cold

Dead

Eyes on my own photograph

I’ll see the glimmer of a soul I can’t find inside me

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Proper Propaganda

January 29, 2010
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No Fear New Year

January 23, 2010

George Paul Wielgus (that’s me) did some stuff this week, I tell thee …

Performed at Catweasel, alongside a rapping harp-player and the indomitably weird Faceometer … open mike shenanigans. didn’t quite match up to the truly bizarre and outrageous nudity-and-worms fest that happened at the Foundry before Christmas, but still grand …

Also, two submissions accepted. Will be appearing in Sharon Bakar’s readingds uber-anthology (alongside everyone else in Kuala Lumpur who somuchas put pen to scrawl).

Also the lovely David Wills from beatdom now wrote back and said he’ll include a couple of pooms in issue 5, coming out January 31st. Feedback from him was ace:

“I like these, so I’ll think about breaking the deadline and putting them in Issue Five. I didn’t like them the first time I read them, but I totally changed my opinion on second reading… I’m not sure why, so I’ll think about it.

Cheers Willsy. That hopefully captures most people’s response to them.

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