2 New Poems - 1 Nice, 1 Nasty. Both True.

Breed by The Piper Machine

I Might Not Mind The Fact; or, Lying In The Gutter. NSFW by The Piper Machine

A hole that can't be filled

In the long and venerable tradition of white Englishmen doing reggae... a little messing around, dear Liza.


Theres a hole under your crutches - demo by The Piper Machine

Some Ancestry

Leonora Piper

and my mother's mother's father, from Poland:

There Was A Little Girl...

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


There Was a Little Girl by The Piper Machine

ONE NIGHT STAND - a new poem

By me.

Dedicated to... sorry what's your name again darling?

EDIT:

I've been a bit unsure about this one since I published it. I think, in fact, it's a lot closer to 'Poetry' than anything else I've done. And it might work on the page better than in your ears... Here it is in print and voice.

Your clooves are hot and hairy

Your eyes are black with lice.

Your brain is a wheel that's spun,

Run by infernal mice.

Your teeth bear stains of gnashing,

Your arse has a gravity that sucks in all sight;

All is occluded, nothing burns bright -

Except that vicious silken wiggle, painful delight.

Your hips fling flame as you walk;

Your lips drip pain as you talk.

Shame. Shame. Shame. Can I?

Can I good cop/bad cop you?

I over-rule all your objections.

And though you 'Aye' and you 'Nay',

You also whinny, growl, purr and Hey!

Baby. Let's make haaaaay!

......................

I sing the Magnificent Song of Your Boobs,

As they slip and they slide and run free.

You have a diamond as big as the Ritz on your clit

O! Wiggle it closer to me...

The ode in your arse, the prayer of your hips,

The full-throated roar of your shell;

Your Catholic Voodoo Norse epic ellipsis -

I'll plunge dark in your void, damn your hell!

Let me see your mystic dancing

Rockin' rollin' gnostic heresy.

Tattoo a cross and singe my soles,

Prick my doll, burn my wicker, chop my tree!

Tick Tock Tick Tock, I've got a massive clock.
And it's beating just for you.

Ding dong! You're not wrong!

And don't worry! I'll show you how I WOOOO!

Your mouth wraps well 'round my phallindromes;

You like it long and hard from both ends.

Will you Onomatopeia on my face? (splosh!) Do!

Come from your depths, decompress my bends.

Now that Wilhelm Reich - what a guy!

He'd burst his fat orgone right into your eye.

Should I bust my nutty nut all over your fizzog?

Funk like Slick Rick, or Snoop Doggy Dogg?

I la-di-da-di - and I love to party,

In your top-shelf top-notch top-hole.

I wax off and wax on with tremendous aplomb;

If you don't like my engine don't shovel my coal!

Yes! I am the Nigerian Pope of Trash - and I will beatify your gnash

Is there a part of you I haven't touched yet?

Did you know I've been raped by none other than the Sun?

Yes, alright, I'm a sexual surrealist dandy magician hypnotist cheeseball with an apocalyptic streak.

But - I know how to fuck.

SO. You smash my head against the head of your bed.

And, as I ejaculate in your cunt, I grunt.

ONE NIGHT STAND (not safe for work or the delicate) by The Piper Machine

Smile

My voice (speaking hypnotic filth) as seen through the medium of a very pretty girl's face. This is a truncated version of a film by a great friend and extremely talented artist Lisa Rovner. She has an exhibition in New York very soon.

Apparently I got a much better reaction than Martin Luther King...



Dirty Pretty Things on Nowness.com.

Well, I've seen some Things in my thyme

Some music I've been listening to. There's no THEME as such, but my 30th birthday is approaching, so if it pleases you then interpret these songs as aspects of my current mind. Hey, I ain't no Sigmund Freud. And it's true, I do have some things on my mind. Bring on 40!

FLIRTY SHIRTY AND DIRTY

It's a bit of a monster.

1. Smokes - ? and the Mysterians

2. Roll, Roll, Pretty Baby - The Swallows

3. Sidi Mansour - Sir Richard Bishop

4. On The Hill - House of Love

5. Matty Groves - Fairport Convention

6. Fly To Your Lover - The Guillotines

7. Havanna Gila - La Sega Del Canto

8. Long Lankin - Tinkercuss

9. Soldier On - Richard Hawley

10. Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You - Basil Henriques And The Waikiki Islanders

11. Electrosexual Sewing Machine - Momus

12. Memory Pain - Percy Mayfield

13. Similau - Bobby Darin

14. Le Coeur Qui Jazze - France Gall

15. Will To Fail - Katie Lee

16. Nene Aman - Artie Barsamin & his Orchestra

17. Young Waters - June Tabor

18. Little Bird - The Beach Boys

19. Pretty Kitty Bop - David Hermann

20. Natural Magic - Jack Nitzsche

21. Kingsport Town - Cat Power

22. Poor Little Piggy Bank - Jimmy Boyd & Frankie Laine

23. "She spit on me!" - 3 Women Soundtrack

24. Gloomy Sunday - Paul Whiteman with Johnny Hauser

25. Capricho Arabe

26. Green Is The Colour - Pink Floyd

27. J'Ai Peur Parfois - Adele

28. Steady Rolling Blues - Memphis Slim

29. Ooh Baby Baby (Golden Soul) - San Francisco T.K.O.'s 

30. Flamingo - The Charades

31. When We're Dancing Close And Slow - Prince

32. Minha Neguinha - Cibelle

33. Le Brin D'Herbe - Brigitte Fontaine & Areski Belkacem

34. Willow's Song - Magnet

35. Just Another Night - Roxy Music

36. Time Has Come Today - The Chambers Brothers

37. All By Yourself In The Moonlight - "Whispering" Jack Smith

38. Tropical Hot Dog Night - Captain Beefheart

39. Try To Get A Good Night's Sleep - Don Redman & His Orchestra

BONUS WAWA!

For Blondes Who Are Really Blondes

A Dirty Song? by The Piper Machine




By Herbert Farjeon. Not sure what it's called though. I found it in Rationale of the Dirty Joke: An Analysis of Sexual Humour by Gershon Legman. Incredibly highly recommended.

Tarot sketch

Tarot interpretations as a 3D animation. The various prescribed words (or ideas? images? sentiments? intuitions?) associated with a card delineate the outline, a Venn diagram set, somewhere within which lies roughly the truth we are seeking. But the definition is no particular word - the ambiguous space requires the flexibility of imagination, the possibility or potential of several perhaps contradictory meanings.
It in fact exists somewhere along a 3rd axis, the circle extruded along it into the murky subconscious. "The answer lies somewhere or perhaps everywhere in the mass of the cone..."

Similar cones are illuminated from each of the five cards, sliding and stretching through the smoky darkness, like the beams of searchlights. They eventually intersect, to form a small bright gemstone, colours irridescing and pulsing across its five main faces.
But it is the face opposite the middle card, the synthesis, which shines strongest, enough to throw a new beam of holy light, powerful insight, sharp and clear, direct to a point, from the forehead (the third eye, of course).

By this means, the tarot reader locates the meaning of the cards, and understands it. The location - the intersection of the possibilities of all the cards - is also the meaning. The location is only a metaphor in this demonstration - but the meaning is all metaphor as well. This is how metaphor works, this is how tarot works, this is how the world works.