Astronautical Musings Before the Next Great Adjustment

Time...is like a river...floating to the sea.... or so I believe the Alan Parson's Project reckoned back in those halcyon days of AOR FM rock, back in those simpler times of floating synthesisers and Roger Dean artwork and the wonders of newly learnt airbrushing techniques...with real paint that is, not the hyper-clean cyber environment of photoshop pixels, not the of faux experience of heartless silicon valley programmed software, oh no, no siree...

But I degress.  Things have been quiet on the PP blog front so far this year but much has been happening behind the scenes and, who knows, we may see an autumn of frantic- perhaps even gently manic- publishing activity.

Soon away from the blocks will be the much anticipated poetry volume by Zip Domingo, called 'How to be a Spaceman.'  It has much to offer...watch this space.  Here's a taster for you lucky earthbound mortals...

Memoirs of a Confused Spaceman #1

One hundred million balls of light

seen in a tube        sitting

my muse is not an angel she is a rifle toting harpy

he said but

who gives a shit in a weightless world

where escaped urine makes the most symmetrically pleasing

and melancholic startlingly perfect globes

that gently pulse

and I can amuse myself for hours watching fragments

of chocolate                      shards

drift in smooth dreamt paths

shards of pleasure

that Aztec cure all the aphrodisiac of

human killers for the Mercy of the Gods

yeah those ones those proto-Mexicans

challenged by a cowering vision-thing

and those Gods now are they just out there?

In that void blurred by voyage

and fevered nightmares that miss the earth

that elevates photosynthesis to the dizzy heights

of a lost friend status not merely  

something to keep in a bottle

and watch grow under synthetic light

but elevated to the level of a God….

                  …out here.

When It Was Discovered That Martians Are Probably Related To Dolphins

 

Aero Schmearo

the long lost astronaut

losing touch

remembering the fingering of Martian Ruins

cut red rock yellow shards of

exotic alien mineral

solarised polymer-like fragments

a denial of the intraoral heart

melted as it was vitrified

across imperial plains

cuboid atomic blasted

vitrificatsion as a process of muted truth

straddling the crater

Earth: a distant bright light alien messages

                                indecipherable

alien message a mind meld or mere notification?

a poster of intent or perhaps nothing more than

an advertisement

The red planet: a deadly habit

                      playing games of ancient splash

                                and

Helmut said: trying to understand Martian is like

trying to get a dolphin’s world view down loaded down

onto a digital recording device of any nature

and this I can understand for a smidgen of time

as if for a neutrino’s spin I was Aero again

rock knockers to the left of me

space rangers to the right

a fool in my head

Dolphin wave patterns an alien cry

etched on the underside of my cranium

impossible to itch that itch

in a suit lined with pseudo-lead.

 

[Zip Domingo 2010]

there was a time in the rain

 

there was a time in the rain

Do I feel anything now?

with a blue snooker ball tattoo

on my arm

well fuck that

today

well

them

there

is

a new start

new air and sky

today

out there

today

I saw someone one

a man

calling the commander

on an empty beer can

out there

okay

walkie talkie

use a bottle of

Sprite

as a communicator

yesterday

Will I feel anything tomorrow?

will there be any souls to steal

free-wheeling through the street

in a shopping cart

yesterday

it all went tits up

best

laid

plans

well fuck that

try to play

backward

scrabble

go

on

it’s taking the piss it really is

there was a time as well a time

you know

when lap dogs knew their place

there was a time in the rain

 

L’Épouvantail Sept 2010

We have entered the uncharted territories of the Do Follow World....come share you vision....:)

Melt The Core

Zip Domingo 2010

When the Sun came Down to Dance in Our street

Blood and soil...

Surge the following sea, face the spume and take the stinging spray search for the elevated constant prostrate in the white hot heat of a desert mesa praying...cursing as you'd vowed to never ask for the help of supernatural entities but the small capsules have led to this catalogue of dissapointments this cartography of all your anxieities where slumstars rule with a sneer albeit an empty one as they sense an empiness they cannot articulate just there, just out of reach outside of Dixon's and I need to find some sort of biscuit tin maybe it will be in the garden of healing maybe it may not be and still...spit and concrete...the rain floods the subbie dogs too lazy to fight cats oo lazy and louche having given up the ghost many many moons ago...

...and speaking of the moon, the real question is not has man ever walked upon it, but does the moon exist at all...

Mark Reed's chapbook of a dozen new poems has just been released and is being delivered by gilden wing this very moment, destined to materialise soggily in pools of beer in a someplace that is never too faraway in time and attitude and- if not space- then with wanton serendipity to oh so many souls, those both good, errant and all others [i.e most of us], in between.

Download a free pdf copy here:

http://markreed-online.com/Poetry.html

Salut!!

Brinkverse

It is finally out there- 'Brinkverse,' a collection of poetry by Ben Brinkburn- has been published, and issued forth unto the wider breathren of our sceptred isle in various locations that appear to have an unwitting, common denominator....the Irish Sea. Is that significant? Is it some sort of portent, a sign from the literary firmament of writerly souls long past, that this basin of mackerel, dog fish, crab and oil rigs is the true Centre of Preposterous Postering?

Perhaps.

Meanwhile a copy of Ben's chapbook can be downloaded for free as a pdf from his webbie at:

http://benbrinkburn.com/Works.html

If you like it, share it. If you don't...keep quiet about it.

Enjoy!!