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Land homely just legislate rejection of the frozen intellect.
For none shall rest until all have heard in every spring of every step Hi yohl it is the people of the goddess Art - Eolas knowledge of experience - Fios existential historical experience; wisdom from exploration questioning salmon landed in lines gravely speaking fish mackerel Finn trumpeting McCool falling on a crowded page co-mending all that is broken busted and fucked over in a governmental Facebrick prism begotten of flesh the dying generations' in a forgotten poem spoke unheard by a focloch cast, sapling class, confused folk, mammal cohort fowl and plant, all that is born and dies.
Doctor Ed Watson, too much time counting Sheep and always laughing on his feet when they come now look alive Her joyous loving prayerful light don't need no gunnas or wannabes all our needs wear She in a string of mouth words truth aim arched arrow and briefly drawn lines strung in the heart and a living head cut off sent to Elizabeth I, spiked on London Bridge, the body dumped beneath an oak, the final FitzGerald killed by a kern O'Kelly mercenary for coign from a Clan Moriarty Castledrum.
The choice of from this second new Bloodaxe collection on the trot, is a sterling poem in a modernist punctuation-less form that flows vurrih vorrih verrih verrih wull, and has only two instances of surprise in one's own eye and ear.
And so instead of one reading onward the eye halts in confusion and returns to the start of the line to endure a micro-intellectual exercise of finding the meaning and carrying on.
In the sense that perhaps one was expecting some consoling positive conclusion to the poem, but instead one's eye and ear arrived at there will be no one to remember us, thinking, woah!
Immediately one is aware that this is not perhaps the effect the voice is intending to create.
One in which the poem, in this Reader's apprehension of it, is rendered not very memorable at the final line.
Merwin is after all an American master and legend publishing since before many of us were born, and perhaps it is one's own lack of poetic perceptiveness and literary training in letters that is unable to immediately grasp something that is there, but one's own intellectual deficiency means it goes over my head and I am missing the very thing the poem is all about.
I do not know.
I do know that there's a lot of abstract verbs and conjoining words threaded together in a very challenging and high level abstract meaning, where all the action is occurring cerebrally, within the mind of, not only a dragonfly, which is a tough call to get right, but the mind of an ethereal narrator made of disembodied genderless spirit, and very much tucked behind everything as a disembodied spirit voice of some all perceiving narrator that, by the sounds of the speech, is supposed to be imparting something deeply profound in the manner of whiskey and strong spirits, poetically speaking.
Because we are at heart good people and worshippers of the good people from the.
Merwin's faery hand guiding to write this poem, is so different from the average local faery-loving dreamers' in la la land here, that tho challenging to respond to in as plain and crude a way as one used to here when I was still a werking-klaws voice, it can with care and consideration for language itself be negotiated to a handy voice of stability and honest integral loving memory-keeping on the right side of the faery lore that one strives to achieve today, fifteen years further up the road and route to Her that really I think poetry is all about.
What we seek to praise.
And in this poem She seems totally absent.
The aries fortune today line is suggestive of a voice that is resigned there is no spiritualPlain of ever-living joy,land of the every living youth, and so in its place there is an absence of this conceptual spiritual heaven and a nothingness, insect-like, aloof, warm, spiritless state which perhaps the voice in the poem is trying to get across to the Reader?
I enjoyed most of the poem, but was expecting, or perhaps more hoping, it would end on salutation, a declaration of poetic faith, a deepening of it, and not the abandonment of it exhibited here in this week's poem-voice number nearly five hundred.
The voice of Liam Stanley in this poem this week, seeming to believe otherwise.
Art's brother, Connla, is sat at the side of his father on the summit of Uisnech, Conn Cétchathach, Conn of the Hundred Battles.
Seeing an unfamiliar woman of otherworldly bearing, beauty, mien, and dress, Connla asks: 'Whence have you come, O maiden unknown to us?
A host of Aos Sí with no inner strife, and harmonious in spirit, I come from the good people of peace.
I love Connla and am summoning him home to the Plain of Delights; without sorrow or grief since Bóadag the everlasting was crowned king.
Come with me, handsome sun-kissed speckled-cheeked Connla; nut-skin pink-faced, golden-haired, kingly-hued prince.
Come with me to where beauty and youth does not perish until druidic judgement day.
~ Conn tells his poet: 'O Corann of great druidic art and song an otherworldly demand has been voiced that is beyond my capacity to resist.
Unprecedented, a contest in otherworldly forms has now begun.
One that seeks to deceive and seize the mind of my first born son, and carry off the child from my kingly land by some Sith's witchcraft.
As she left she threw to Connla an apple, and thereafter the prince fell silent.
Left with only a longing to meet again the eternal ever-living She his ear and eye had briefly apprehended; dreaming alone of her, he nourishes solely on the apple; and the very act of eating it, keeps the otherworldly apple whole.
For a month without food or drink, and fed only on Her magic fruit, his longing for this once seen woman of the Sídhe deepens with every bite.
The ever-living folk want you with us, earthly mortal champion of the beings who behold you daily in assemblies on your father's island.
You amidst family and friends.
The silence his spell set, the geisa, has been today cast off from her.
Our law soon will come to you.
It will destroy all the base-taught spells of bards without learning facing the dark bewitching Devil softly whispering spoken song.
I love our people yet a madman's whisp of desire for this woman has seized and now consumes me.
Sail a crystal boat and find the peace of Bóadag with me on another isle, not the nearest one to reach.
Look the sun is setting, and though far, Mag Mell, the land of eternal beauty joy and youth, we shall by nightfall be where the mind of all whom the island encompasses, it gladdens.
No race but beautiful women and maidens there.
Conn then said on seeing Art, 'Art is alone today, because here he has no more a brother.
The Adventures of Connla the Fair.
Book of the Dun Cow.
With thanks to Kim McCone's, and all the other translations, consulted when working up this poem.
EU Competition Commissioner Margrethe Vestager said in a statement that member states of the EU cannot give tax benefits to selected companies.
In 2003 Apple paid 1% tax in Europe, and by 2018 that had been reduced to 00.
~ What if Revenue took the back-tax and the end times prophesied by the cultural energy vampire Michael Noonan did not happen.
What if Noonan is wrong?
What if he is worse at prophecy than his predecessors were wrong about the cheapest bank bailout in history that the noble and tragic Brian Lenihan unwillingly signed off on when a handful of the most crooked white collar global rogues and fellow Irish citizens presented Brian Lenihan with a ransom note, and putting a metaphorical gun to his grey matter, spooked him, I think, and this triggered the act of pecuniary suicide that has chained in debt what handful of future generations seem left, I think, perhaps, before overpopulation, climate change, war and the consequences of every other wrong decision made in a decade and a half of continually wrong decisions, keep on keeping on the same way, route, road paved with only the magical thinking of the exotic and ingenious tax avoidance and non-tax models creating much of our specie's increasingly shrill consciousness as it feeds in a loop of exponential addiction to the blindingly obvious terrible outcomes we read as the signs confirming a general decline and rapid extinction of the human species over the coming two and three generations, should humanity carry on the same course of action and belief it has been exhibiting since the wrong WMD decision, delusion, fiction, set in train most of the current hot cultural, global geo-strategic, political, financial, societal messes the world is in because of decisions that resulted in outcomes that originate with the assured magical thinking of morons who insist on foisting their delusions on aries fortune today world that do no good at all, at all, at all.
I do not believe our tiny part of this small speck of a planet, nor the entire human race, can sustain itself, and think we will be well on the way to extinction by the end of this century.
It is the mindset, model of consciousness, that we must change first before we can reverse out the hole we dug ourselves and start doing the right things instead of continually creating the wrong ones with our collective and singular magical thinking.
What if instead of being cowed and terrified into believing we must hostage our children's future to a handful of billionaires' fairy stories our collective magical thinking has us brainwashed are not a lot of rubbish but the truth; we believed the world would not only not end, but be vastly improved by regulating these bozos into paying tax?
What if instead of listening to the people who created the messes in the first place with their no tax magical thinking we know is not working, we just politely insisted corporate tax scam maestros, book cookers, new tech industry mumbo-jumboists, and the current generation of new industry global taxcrooks such as Cook, Bezos, Zuckenburger, Starbucks et al, like every other normal business and person is required to by European legislation - to stop acting the maggot, play fair and pay the tax they have avoided paying these past two decades?
If they did, I think the end times will be further off, because the first right step has been taken.
A change of attitude, a change of mind from magical thinking to logical humanity thinking.
Should it happen now, this shift in consciousness; all will be grand in the medium term for our species, perhaps.
Tim Cook and Co from cooked books Are US, may dress very casually as one of the world's most public tech gurus peddling the claptrap on his rip off brand one must recharge eight times a day because of intentional battery malware that makes obsolete Apple products within several years of buying them; but behind the act is a very cute hure not paying tax anywhere in the world except a piss-takingly minuscule amount here that not only globally humiliates us in the sixteen billion eyes of the non-nationals, and the 99.
This zero Irish tax model only exists because a handful of men in a minority government representing 00.
No wonder, because the employees that make their disposable shit are slave workers, and they do not pay any tax.
The double-speak of these greedy Gradgrinds and Scrooges are fooling fewer and fewer each day with their lines about doing what they do because they are an immensely caring part of the world; that we the rest of humanity call corporate conmen not paying tax.
The global corporate tax avoidance defenders have shown us their true colours now.
The thoroughly fake liberal lefties heading the new tech revolution, that have never paid tax, with their sweat shops in China and slave wages, creating intentionally disposable crap quality products creating a world of misery and authoritarianism, their entire model founded on rubbish, waste, continual rapacious consumption, their un-taxed profit model - is the offshore modern equivalent of what the previous robber barons' Trust Funds were created to do and did do very successfully until the new telegraph and rail industries were properly regulated and forced to start playing by the newly created rules.
Cooks model is the entirely unsustainable model and mindset that Reality will wreck upon the rocks of an accelerated extinction of humanity unless a voice is heard that registers with the elite ones behind the earpiece and tech Messiah shtick, and hearing it they then change their ways and start paying tax like all normal businesses.
If they and we do not change our mindsets and consciousnesses, then we will become more delusionally emboldened into greater and more culturally poisonous behaviours and fake discourses of total ballox in a strain of sheer meaningless gobbledygook spouted by compliant and brainwashed nation-state victims of global corporate abuse being ventriloquised by the handful of billionaires corporately abusing and brainwashing them and in the process playing the principle role of transferring the sovereignty of billions of people into the hands of a few billionaires and willingly facilitating and creating the legal framework and architecture of a global corporate oligarchy.
Fot Nraculna's and FG's ventriloquist Tim Cook called the not unreasonable tax demand 'political crap'.
Bringing to mind Victoria Nuland's 'fuck the EU' attitude when she was at the front of the coup as the principle coordinator of that EU American cooperation in the overt overthrowing of a UN recognised sovereign state's political administration.
Emboldened beyond belief already, the crooked Cook telling the political administration of hundreds of millions of Europeans, 'go fuck yourself'.
He is not paying tax because he has creative accountants and a compliant gombeen state only too delighted to be a global victim of American brainwashing by utter drivel, and creating this increasingly retrograde mindset of robber barons disguised in a modern geeky cover language of pure stroke, spin, bluff and bluster, behaving as if the rules do not apply to his corporation because they do not, pleading special privilege and using a defense that if any person or small business here should when Revenue come demanding their annual slice, are immediately disabused of that exact same notion of not paying tax because you view paying tax as 'just political crap'; that Cook and Co have been enabled and officially encouraged to make-believe and experience, on steroids.
It needs to be changed in the urgent best interests of our species, perhaps, I think.
Should Apple pay tax or not?
No, no Apple should be allowed to pay no tax because I live in Ireland and do not care about the rest of the world, only what's in it for us here in the global centra of magical thinking doing it for yohls.
Revenue's non-compliance on this matter is being presented in the least convincing tone by the souljahs of the Gael.
Tim Cook and Michael Noonan alone should not decide and self-regulate Apple's global tax situation with nothing but the creativity and willingness of Irish accountants to cook up brilliantly crooked scams, loopholes and global tax avoidance schemes that in practice boil down to the new tech industries and global corporations paying nothing.
With new industries unless their scams and loopholes are made illegal and the new industries currently in a wild west robber baron state regulated by some form of strict open fair global and local tax governance the tiny number of creators and beneficiaries of them - as we see today - get away with what everyone else has to pay for, and just keep literally everything for themselves and a tiny handful of elite billionaires who justify what is clearly to any rational fair-minded detached observer, a loada ballox, by claiming special privilege, that the scams should stay in place because paying tax is 'just political crap.
Which spawned cultural cohesion and stability in Russia that has seen its wise world leader elected continuously to power with an increased mandate every time by an overwhelming majority of Russians since the alcoholic who was pissing away Russia's wealth and humiliating the office of Russian President, appointed VP as prime minister.
Whilst a FG government, and the four million of us making up 00.
This week's number nearly five-hundred and Honorary FitzGerald at The Other Room,a twenty second walk from the city-centre tram-stop of the same name.
Monk is a North Lancashire poet with no phony airs, affected graces, put on pretensions, or performary hubris prevalent in numerous others less naturally gifted and with a less diligently sustained poetic attainment than this truly brilliant self-trained Ban Filí faery woman experientially versed in the apical compositional skill of the poet, - 'prophetic illumination' - in bardic practice one of the.
Our focus is to raise the vibrations of our community and the planet through creativity and the celebration of art.
Reading on the same bill is someone I may have several times been in the same room as; and occasionally read of as being actively reading live shortly after one stepped away in 2008 from four years poetic pranks on Dublin's weekly live poetry and spoken word scene: 'a scholar, ideas person and a perfectionist', whose poems, writes, in Cork's premier literary magazine, ; 'are exciting, daring, original and hard-earned.
Moreover, they have something to say.
According toKC's debutin Ireland's premier literary magazine launching all the hot new stars, global best-seller.
Joining Campanello and Monk tonight are fellow experimental poetry and literary avant-garde culture professionals, ; and 'one of the most interesting and inspiring authors writing flashes today', a Blackwell's called 'the lit scene's most chic starlet', and Manchester Music helpfully informs the Reader that 'The detail in her observations can turn the most mundane setting to one you want to experience.
May all our love be large and all our sorrow small.
She has been serving her writing apprenticeship of live and written practice seriously for many years.
She was recently led to creating a philanthropic project after feeling hopeless at the plight of the homeless problem in Dublin.
To this end she is putting together a collection of poetry the profts of which will go to a homeless project.
It is all voluntarily done, and the collection will be sold in Dublin bookshops.
The writing below is a reply to her Facebook update read earlier today.
She wrote: 'Going to have a piece about homelessness in Dublin on The Irish Times Women's Podcast.
Height of the boom, first time living here, every day was an adventure and consecutively most days were better than the previous one.
It really was perfect in that perfectly irish way of everything turning out grand.
In england i had eff all all my life, and whatever i did turned to a rubbish mess.
By 2001 when all my pals from home had good lives and careers, i was a 34 year old washed up nomark and full-time failure.
I began by playing at 14, and twenty years later was a fully confused British monkey.
My life was literally a joke.
Most homeless people end up feeling like complete failures when we have nowhere to live.
I am grand now, very secure.
And as soon as I said i was writing all day, the two people interviewing me looked at each other and I sensed then that may have been the thing that got me in.
Six years later, the homeless days before i began writing - and in doing so saved my life from one of penury and cerebral mess, existing trapped and silent, no voice, unexpressed; as one of just millions and millions of normal English working-class people in a community with no literary voice - are long behind me.
I had patches of homelessness bakowmin Blighty; that began in 1996 just before my twenty-ninth b'day.
Beignton Spike, on the edge of ultra-depressing underbelly-class Sheffield.
It was the lowest point of my life thus far, and the building had been transferred into local authority ownership and re-tooled from a half-way house run by the prison system, into three long open-dormitorys over two floors, each with thirty beds in them; and a ground floor vip area of coffin-sized cubicles and the privacy of one's own curtain.
Being werking-klaws i chose not the five but three star dorms with younger homeless cut-throats and 'the lads.
Druggies, alkies, dreamers, lost souls, petty habitual crooks, rehab exiters with a bunch of drink and drug money, and everyone fucking everyone else over.
As an intelligent kind man from a normal family of immigrants Irish i learned some tricks in that kip.
Pretty grim to be fair.
But the first several weeks i was there was one of those life-changing ones in which tho it was only six weeks; later I was a totally different person.
It taught me that we are all the same.
That it was my boozy chaotic life with the booze at the centre of it that had led to me being there.
I recognised at that point we are all the same as human beings.
From the heroin addict who has lost everything through their habit, to Enda Kenny, we are all human beings.
After six weeks of seeing and experiencing some horrible shit all around me in the hostel dorms, rather than sink, i floated, i rose, the experience put me at the lowest point of my life and after having enough i reached bottom and rose, stronger, wiser, more compassionate.
And thought eff this, if i was gonna be homeless there had to be better places not as pitifully depressing than 'this', life in an ultra-rough-arse ultra-Yorkshire sh'thole on the edja Sheff.
Once i got used to the new reality, by July i was in Newquay, Cornwall, having the best summer I'd had since 1986 when I was hustling in Benidorm for four months with three pals, that ended up doing well and going home with loads of goodies in a new car, whilst I ended up bunking the train back to Liverpool from Alicante with fifty quid in my pocket.
Woman, was i so happy that my twenties ended on a re-affirmation of life.
As gradually over that decade my dream of being an aktawray bore and vision of who I was, took a sustained ten year long battering that inevitably, slowly, sapped me of all but one spark of self-belief, and i ended them aries fortune today non-existent self-esteem and no clue as to one's direction, realty, or true Irish identity.
All my childhood pals I am still friends with them now.
Gehrayt werk dahling, keep up the good stuff.
May we all live forever and never grow up, fall out or abandon to this world our love for one another, hide it behind the polite meaningless words we all speak without when within we are all aktawray draymurs mooing and tu-wit tu-wooing the angelic energies enveloping our lucky race of lepri- and unicorns with real names and faces.
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Do you believe in and yearn to spread the Word and through its learning of the toora loora speaking song bring individuals and communities together by a shared love of home, poetry, and language?
Are you up for one of the most exciting volunteering roles of your career, and finding it in the name of a secular Irish wisdom tradition that it is the A.
Slam Director's role to nod their head at sagely in agreement and know about, discover, perform, proselytize responsibly and advocate consistently at all times for all on the island?
You must value fostering peaceful two-way communication between individuals and cultures and all people on this one geopolitically insignificant and culturally globally seismic North Atlantic speck, and speak the songs and news of our tiny Anglo-Irish and European home island of Ireland rock; using knowledge of whack fol the toora loora history and the living bardic cultural weave of poetry Her loving arms embrace with the lives of all our loved ones.
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We want to hear from meat eaters, to hack your computers and send you to the hottest part of Hades you no good meat-eating scuzzbuckets.
Are you a member of the harder-working community?
Are you amazing, brilliant, cool, desperate, do you love uneducated loud sweary and hard working English people from the bottom of the socio-economic cultural sludge basement?
Are you reliable, loyal, gossipy, inquisitive, good on your feet, a spontaneous problem solver?
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U2 m8, evrywon is talented at something.
If these four can fool the world - Dublin folk who are not U2 fans complain - anyone can.
Tho the earliest 7C literary poet-bard Amergin Glúingel's text in the Book of Ballymote, claims that for poetry it's 'every other person' that is talented.
Or rather, born with the gift of poetry.
The full quote: Where is the root of poetry in a person; in the body or in the soul?
They say it is in the soul, for the body does nothing without the soul.
Others say it is in the body where the arts are learned, passed through the bodies of our ancestors.
It is said this is the seat of what remains over the root of poetry; and the good knowledge in every person's ancestry comes not into everyone, but comes into every other person.
A typical professional, excluding half of us so the Reader thinks there's something outside our own human agency, beyond the fullness of our human intelligence, and that some sort of divine providence and otherworldly luck is involved.
That certain professions are not wholly dependent on working hard, but that there's a certain 'it' and natural ability one either has or does not.
The usual shibboleth is that one is either born with the ability, or not.
I don't know and prefer to keep out of pointless arguments.
But Ireland's fifty percent sacred-cow and general rule of thumb, tho, is still a lot higher than other non-Irish contemporary cultures in which their professional modern poets, if you believed what these various culture's poets claim, it's anywhere between only one every few years that appears with this innate ability for speaking in poetic language; right up to 's Uncreative Writingin which he claims everyone is a poet and every single utterance of sound and iteration of text to ever have been written, and everything to have come out of everyone and everything, everywhere, all across planet earth, animal, mineral and vegetable, all this, everything in the world - is poetry.
That one tends to err on the side of caution and agree with.
Because Kenny G is America's, if not the entire Anglophone world's - premier, most publicly visible practitioner of very intellectually challenging, complex Conceptual language poetry, that does not offer up its meaning easily, as one's own 'version' of an ancient explains : Great the calamity in the abundance of ways and paths across the bed of the noble streams one in a hundred will get you across What I love about conceptual poetry is it forces those in an audience most virulently resistant to what is easy to mistake for lazy, silly, experimental poetries that don't mean anything; to either engage and 'get' Conceptual poetry as being 'it' and something completely different and 'the other' from what you usually find enjoyable; or resist and miss out on what conceptual poetry lovers think is the best poetry in the world.
For example, being in the audience of an average upscale professional Lyric mainstream poetry reading-event, for most Concept Poetry lovers, it will be not gorj but a yawning drag, listening to unkule skwares.
And the conceptualist may perceive what we love and praise, completely opposite to how we do, and experience it with no enjoyment whatsoever.
But this is getting away from what's at hand.
The concept of Concept Poetry; aries fortune today you need is some belief, all you need is some belief, that is all you need.
But most do refuse to engage with it and just dismiss what those that do get it, don't dismiss and do not reject.
The Concept, without which conceptual poetry does not exist.
Most just find it too intellectually challenging and think, 'fek it right off, 'conceptual poetry' me hole.
And we start by making ourselves feel discomfort, not knowing that this is actually a choice we ourselves alone are making, and it's a decision that has nothing to do with the conceptual poetry event itself per se.
And unable to help ourselves, we find we are having an episode of fairly strong and conceptually toxic ill-will in the mind.
Feeling dejected, low, and unable to resist this uncontrollable, unbidden, subconscious resistance and rupture into a negativity of spirit with its own charge and direction.
Forcing us to engage in a cerebral process of focusing these unbidden poisonous energies and funneling inward into ourselves bad thoughts, some very extreme, that are far too graphic to repeat here.
And tho we know, for example, we kno, oh yes we do, that Kenny G is a lovely, lovely guy; we also are unable to resist, thinking and knowing that we, yes, we too are a great and lovely guy.
But a great guy who is also with a great wife that we think is unbeatable, perfect, naturally, and our fabulous kids that some day too are also gonna die.
And knowing thru all these facts and others, thru the totality of our attainment, possession and learning; even tho we know, we know we should be at our study writing shit to put in a book; we can't help ourself from being mentally very horrible, in our own mind, and actually very much enjoying our inane and infantile cultural thought-crimes.
Judging Kenny G, not on the quality of his concept poetry, but for 'other' unfair reasons of being just very shallow individuals, linked to, for example, a lack of professional esteem we have about ourself and what we are doing in our professional lives.
And because of it we may well choose to dismiss the conceptual poetry-event.
Perhaps because we are only there because we kno it's important in some way we are seen to show support to Kenny G, because tho we don't let it get in the way, conceptual poetry events, these things, man they can be a drag for us in the overcrowded urban meat-space.
Because there may have been, for example, incidents, lets call them, maybe more than one, maybe two, or more, and we don't know if we will keep our shit together tonite.
Yeah, lets call it 'tonite', and our 'self-esteem levels' are all over the place.
One small chunk of twenty seconds we are coola bewla, the next kewla boola.
Entire hour long sections are taken up with us not even realizing we are obsessing, in a very negative and unpleasant anti-intellectual and therefore anti-conceptual-poetry way; over what Ken Goldsmith is wearing.
His fek'n duds laa.
And we just can't be doing with it, and find ourselves under the sway of some way out ultra-crazee thoughts that are very unfair opinions, ways, processes deployed and used by us to judge a fellow professional poet on the contemporary Ampo commons.
But then just as we think we're gonna stop self-hating Kenny G's reading of the New York Times, we hear ourself, involuntarily heckling him, loudly, very loudly, and some perplexing and weird and distressing scene goes down and it all ends very badly.
Being very politely asked to leave, 'if that's ok with YOU!!
And after we calm down, we catch in the corner of our eye the person who ultra-politely requested in a very slow and deliberate ultra-passive aggressive tone of voice that we exit the conceptual poetry-event, exit themself.
Man, and that really throws us because we recognise, or more accurately, sense, very presciently, some dark deep inner 'self-esteem issues' of their own that they must've been battling when listening to Kenny G read for the five hours it was on when they left.
Taking with them some very negative vibes and self-actualization issues they must have had themselves been struggling with when we were also doing the exact same thing.
Going thru an identical process.
And with everyone knowing it was then mentally under a lot of pressure as a contemporary professional poet.
More so than us.
The way they left.
There's a very important idea in there that I can only sense and that has not yet eructed into primary extemporaneous aural 'sound' of conceptual poetry.
And the people in the room, however many come to the shows, we know that if there is an 'incident' of a first person singular pronoun 'we', the royal we of 'I', by appointments agreed upon beyond the fullness of our intelligence to fully understand, only intuit, sense, the sixth, spiritual component of 'conceptual' poetry agency, autonomy, independence, and the inner spiritual freedom to be who we wanna be, and to go where we wanna go.
Our minds not captured, frozen, hijacked, kidnapped, unfree and bound by the chains of modern mental-slavery to dark forces and evil minds that prey and feast upon our own.
Conceptual poetry dances within to Her music from beyond.
Sides will be taken, our own personal shit becomes the one thing that happened at an event, or series of meat-space events of poetic and real reality, that people want to talk about.
Without us taking part.
And so not being at the hard-copy five-sense meat-space space-time here and now reality-reality, we lose the paranoia.
For the next twenty minutes we don't know what happened, and come to finding ourself awake and the reading still happening and knowing that it wasn't all a dream.
We have entered the zone, and we overhear someone in a row behind say the word 'unstable' and then 'unprofessional', and several second later Goldsmith reads those very two words.
And it completely freaks us out and man aries fortune today go find ourself in the community of American poetry with tenure for example, and we find it happening again, there, in a university meeting and reading room, theatrical space, and us speaking involuntary, we say something to the effect, how pretentious it all is.
But then that's it, we, with this very large body, hear the shutters come down and wake up in a shed, not knowing how we got there.
And the voice of Noo noo noo, tho we get over it, and haven't been to one since then, which is a shame.
Because we could really get to love conceptual poetry if we gave it a chance.
I mean, i do not actually know.
And in the eruptions of 'fuks' and 'up yours' 'don't think so nobhed' and the madness never-ending failure that becomes us.
So usually there we are and all unexpected, not knowing, camera-lights action, out of the blue.
Oh, fuck off, here we go again, we think, as some fissure, fission and involuntary sensed awareness, the sixth and highest form of evidence-detection device within, that is more akin to magic in its practical application, flips the switch within and this time taking the form of awareness, intelligence and rhetorical conceptual poetry positions split right down the middle.
A taking of sides.
But this is not enough and we cannot control it, it is just one of those things.
And we are so just very resistant to the recondite nuanced and incredibly intellectually confrontational poems, poetics and poetries of the Conceptual N -E -W- -L- -A -N -G -U -A - G -E- aries fortune today -O -E -T -R -I -E -S' most ultra-contemporary post-post Modern movements, scenes and academic incubation centers where NuLangPoe's cleverest hiply practice, publish and create; that this is, I think, proof that we need to be where the newest and some of the most thrilling and real world conceptual poetry is happening on the commons and fora.
And why there is such an uptick in the reception of conceptual poetry on the Ampo commons these past twenty five years and more.
Every year conceptual poetry is going more mainstream.
Goldie has brought to it to a reality that is not reality but also is reality if we say it believingly ennough.
If we don't stop thinking and just keep making connections from seemingly wholly unrelated phenomena.
As one of England's most decorated senior Conceptual poets and a very unique experimental poetry publisher, Rupert Loydel, answered the question: What do you look for in a poetry reading?
So yes, anyway, returning to the point.
Ireland's claim that fifty-percent claim of everyone has a natural gift with language, is right in the middle of two extremes.
And maybe it is because this is the path I chose, and so am less objective than others, who would unquestioningly dismiss this fifty percent claim as rubbish, and prefer to stick with their own cultures' statistical probabilities; that I have over the years decided to adopt and opine this as my fixed position, that most accurately answers the question: 'Ava gorrenny talent please mister?
Because it is the perfect mid-point percent answer to instill hope and encouragement, without the odds making it a hopeless cause.
And fifty percent won't exclude all the many thousands that do not even dream of poetry because there are so few about, in a culture that tells you only one in a thousand are 'real' poets blessed, born, in most cultures, to whatever greatness is left behind by them.
The Great Contemporary Poets of 2018.
What they, the conceptual centenary Rising generation leave behind.
And if we have to learn from a very few and ergo incredibly important ultra-modern professional poet-priests; telling us that it is not impossible we may be a poet, but the chances are it is very likely we are not and so, very sorry, it's not going to happen, and so: Thems the rules, newbs.
As you kno, this is very dispiriting for the disciples of such important high modernist druidic mage and bards looking at the odds and option of sacrificing everything and ending up being informed by the Guru after a long and expensive series of mystical consultations and motherworldly learning experiences that we are not after all, a poet.
Seven-hundred and forty million born-poets in this world according to those who knew.
Where not only every other person is a poet, but all their friends and family too.
And it really is sickening for an outsider, in a good way, because one's potential and ability can only find some outlet here, and not just in the one Guru's classes.
There are so many in Dublin alone, where very other person can do something artistic, because half of everyone of us, we are being told and so believe, are born with an innate gift for poetry.
Not everyone, but every other one, one in two, are just as able and possess the innate potential to fly to the top perch and platform for the ollamhic flight of a grade seven captain of the conceptual poetry professional - when we stick at it.
Experimentally playing in Language, that, if we have it, find it, do the silly experimental voice exercises, and keep at it, just practise and do not give up when we fail, expect to fail, learn to turn our failures - drop by tortuous drop - into a love poetry process of repeatedly failing and being judged no good by others who think they are more switched on to the kewla boroola, then we are just getting on and doing it.
And not taking any notice of who is claiming what about who is a real poet and what is the real poem.
And after keeping on keeping one, typing spontaneously whatever we are thinking, if there's poetry within is, if we keep at it, it'll be drawn out.
And someone with the good fortune to be a student in Ireland, can be taught, trained, and self-taught on our own unique contemporary versions and equivalents of the bardic curriculum of yore that taught a thousand years and forty generations of poets.
All of whom are now unread, nor understood, in the original Irish, by anyone, except a handful.
Meaning 'poetry', 'poem', 'art', and, interestingly, 'fate'.
From Tuatha Dé Aries fortune today, 'people of the goddess Art.
Write off the top of your head, try anything to get the words flowing, anything at all to make the sounds and words come.
And if a poem pops out, keep going back till another one does.
Start, keep going, fail, give up, be miserable, decide enough is enough, then start again.
A never ending journey of departure and return.
Beckett said try, fail, give up, try again, fail better.
Then start again, and just keep going until your writing fails so well and in such a singular and individual way that the constant 'failure' becomes the very one sound of a successful individual in their own unique voice.
You just gotta find a way in, to get started, and then keep going.
And if we keep on keeping on, and poetry pops out, and if we enjoy doing it - and our day to day existences become hipper and life gets happier as a result over the long term of just effin doing it - we must be not only talented, but successful.
Because being successful means being happy doing the 'it' of conceptual poetry.
And if not, and if we are fooling nobody but ourselves that we are 'talented', it doesn't matter.
As long as we love it and it keeps us joyous, there is no 'good' 'bad' fixed 'right' or wrong way of being talented and writing well, when through that process happiness comes; but numerous ones.
As many as there are people.
Talent is when one can type all day.
Genius, Gregory Corso claimed, when speaking of Jack Kerouac, when the writer practices a lot.
And after serious devotion and experience, writing skilfully on a singular path, in a voice recognizably one's own and no others', people think, as we hear it first, fuk me, look at that, genius!
Whilst the highest and most challenging state of expanded poetic consciousness to reach, Corso says, is what comes when the author is writing in a state of divine inspiration.
What in ancient Irish poetry-terms is a well known and studied component of the twelve to fourteen year course, called 'imbhas forosnai'.
It may be only two ancient Irish words, but there are 1200 years of literary records attesting this common term that signifies and describes the apical state of poetic composition.
Year seven of the 12-14 year curriculum, the poet-training manuals all say, is when this state first starred coming into play influencing the grade six anruth -great-stream- student-poet's personal development over the final five year push to Ollamh and exiting after fourten years as a fully qualified poetry prof.
This final five to seven years push of one's writing process evolves into a constant search to hear Her sounds from beyond us.
Find this state of Her true love and you will keep on the happy half of the Fili 'poet's tongue, that Sanas Cormaic glosses, 'Fi' 'toxic in satire', and 'Li' 'splendor in praise'.
Keeping out of trouble.
No gurus but the texts themselves.
Spirit moments from love let her alphabet rattle it's answer an ear cocked to what art here will hear - island queen of memory.

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