01 THE NORMAL
the normal you want
and the normal ya get
the normal you ignore
and the normal you invent
the normal you are
and the normal you'll never be
the normal ya hope for
and the normal that destroys you
the normal that's invisible
and the normal that appears to you
the normal catastrophe of capital
and its normal capture of the state
your unconscious normal
and the normal that's conscious of you
your future normal
and the normal you postpone
the normal you celebrate
and the normal that castigates you
the spoken normal and
the normal that speaks for you
the normal you escape
and the normal that hounds you
the seductive normal
and the tranquilizing normal
the collective normal
and the alienated normal
the normal normal
the abnormal that normalizes you
the voided normal
and the normal that's binary for you
the normal ya fear
and the normal that's terrified of you
the normal you abhor
and the normal that falls for you
02 PERFECT REAL
objectless
trespass into dying
perfect real distended
while the stage sets collapse
the witness
happiness
a spectre haunts this comfy
bourgeois dream the pleasure
found inside
a wellness magazine
mis en scène
an absurd revelation
harrowing and jaded
lacerates a flawless innocence
permanence
the error, bars correction
not from hate or instinct
but for emancipation
if they speak to breathe and bruise a rusted lip
if they target all the fixed and frightened forms
if they ride the fall and crash the 329
if they luxuriate in pixelated flesh
if they reconcile their optimistic thoughts
if they jam its algorithmic suicide
if they amplify the jitter in the stack
if they write the lines that zorro in the dark
03 CARNIVAL OF SPINNING RAZORS
exploding plasma
of molten toxic thrills
seams of memes
of glucose intensified creams
spinning razors coming
from every vector
joyous vivisection advertised
inside the projector
ideological electroshock
laced with narcotics
fired from the sclerotic
corporate state
rate then ablate
that febrile heart
dismaland tickets in hand
nauseate the app
in your glasses
sapient godzillas
incite the simulated
stimulated sedated believers
had masturbated the leavers to see
and we’ve all got x-ray eyes
sweeties fellated
desires singeing the pupils
the mere thought of
a seventeen lensed camera cogito
apartheid c e o s
test the next generation
of knee bullets
histrionic teams with
pentecostal fever
manifest prosperity in
amputated years
stunned in this clusterfuck
that’s mutating in your wallet
latent
it’s exhilarating
cranked in the trolley on the roundabout
it’s so exciting
jizzing on the affect in the fire escape
it’s so arresting
fever from the fascist at the treatment plant
it’s astounding
this ordnance
ah ah ah, ah ah ah
04 WAVES, ONE TO SEVEN
the first wave
the second wave
the third wave
the fourth wave
the fifth wave
the sixth wave
the seventh wave
05 FIGURE STILL
airlifted envoy to safety
flags equip the screen
interpassive triumph
the switcher tags for everyone
they look great in pointillised filters
hyperreal tints fill the frame
text leeches from speech bubbles
substituting sentences again
figure still figure still
tangled spectacles
figure still figure still
elongated tentacles
it won’t be tea
till the last (sp)’inister
is broiled in the sputs
of the last ‘tician
child on mattress
in a rubbish heap
in a gilded frame
on a gallery wall
figure still figure still
accumulating capital
figure still figure still
ten thousand ticket tentacle
figure still figure still
disintegrating spectacle
figure still figure still
bleached and skeletal
06 IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY
unpronounced
unfulfilled
slurred and stammering
ill-conceived
ill-described
running around without a name
a signal no one speaks
not to anyone addressed
impossible to say
overblown
overkill
afflicted in advance
07 MADE REMADE READYMADE
even as it hails you
made remade readymade
it also doubts you
sing
“oh jailer oh liberator”
while escaping from the queue
recall yourself dead
resplendent in truth
exquisite corpse
speak and run
delivered for infection
fatally aroused
shards of necessity
tear at the contingency
solicited and performed
it gestures and puts you
in front of yourself
sing
“oh jailer oh liberator”
waiting for
the end of hope
at last some consequence
oh, san ina maz apar
iz singa wanan bown
ah fila ost ah, oh oh, oz in wa aye
ista ohn da, aye
08 SUBSCRIPTIONS
oh oo woh oo oh woh
what a show!
what a mesmerising opening night
the performers laughed
into our beaming faces
then we all bought
—— subscriptions
an enthralling second night
the performers were joined on stage
by the writers and directors
who roared into our intoxicated faces
then we all bought
—— subscriptions
the heady peak
hit with a rapture
as the seats exploded
dazed and maimed and haemorrhaging
we shrieked with approval
then we all bought
—— subscriptions
oo oh
09 DREAMS OF VINTAGE VIOLENCE
restless in anxiety
axolotls in shock
tearing at their cortex
index their aversions
no one left to pardon
arteries are hardened
this disease tastes of capital
its trauma is dosed and appeased
polished skies of nitrate
blistering to touch
ethical designers
dream of vintage violence
“of course, their cars are black
they make great undertakers”
police in universities
vice-chancellors in banks
syndicates of well connected interests
philanthropes to thank
standing in formation
threnodies are sung
petty tyrants, tormentors
and lesser despots
blood clots in the lungs
restless in sobriety
axolotls take stock
transcend they repetitions
invent their new conditions
to fit za ka mi su do fado bi a
te fa ide ba ou qua to bi se be toh
jey di ani ma wo ei te ah tse fa or
ca ei com a bi or vi uh ine ha tsou
ha fo k to beh da...
10 MANTIS BOUFFE
trouble for the mantis couple
escaping through the storyboard
such a lovely pool-side fable
it works even better, if you don’t believe
like a swollen thyroid in overdrive
startled by the starlet’s silhouette
engineers decide which cable
that works even better,
than the future knows itself
manages of survivalist fantasies
exhausted metaphysic
I know I know I know
but I do it anyway
eroticised teeth before dinner
chewing on umami stress
which dialectic, which art?
which spider’s venom heals hearts?
01 THE NORMAL
the normal you want
and the normal ya get
the normal you ignore
and the normal you invent
the normal you are
and the normal you'll never be
the normal y' hope for
and the normal that destroys you
the normal that's invisible
and the normal that appears to you
the normal catastrophe of capital
and its normal capture of the state
your unconscious normal
and the normal that's conscious of you
your future normal
and the normal you postpone
the normal you celebrate
and the normal that castigates you
the spoken normal and
the normal that speaks for you
the normal you escape
and the normal that hounds you
the seductive normal
and the tranquilizing normal
the collective normal
and the alienated normal
the normal normal
the abnormal that normalizes you
the voided normal
and the normal that's binary for you
the normal ya fear
and the normal that's terrified of you
the normal you abhor
and the normal that falls for you
02 PERFECT REAL
objectless
trespass into dying
perfect real distended
while the stage sets collapse
the witness
happiness
a spectre haunts this comfy
bourgeois dream the pleasure
found inside
a wellness magazine
mis en scène
an absurd revelation
harrowing and jaded
lacerates a flawless innocence
permanence
the error, bars correction
not from hate or instinct
but for emancipation
if they speak to breathe and bruise a rusted lip
if they target all the fixed and frightened forms
if they ride the fall and crash the 329
if they luxuriate in pixelated flesh
if they reconcile their optimistic thoughts
if they jam its algorithmic suicide
if they amplify the jitter in the stack
if they write the lines that zorro in the dark
03 CARNIVAL OF SPINNING RAZORS
exploding plasma
of molten toxic thrills
seams of memes
of glucose intensified creams
spinning razors
coming from every vector
joyous vivisection advertised
inside the projector
ideological electroshock
laced with narcotics
fired from the sclerotic
corporate state
rate then ablate
that febrile heart
dismaland tickets in hand
nauseate the app
in your glasses
sapient godzillas
incite the simulated
stimulated sedated believers
had masturbated the leavers to see
and we’ve all got x-ray eyes
sweeties fellated
desires singeing the pupils
the mere thought of
a seventeen lensed camera cogito
apartheid c e o s
test the next generation
of knee bullets
histrionic teams
with pentecostal fever
manifest prosperity
in amputated years
stunned in this clusterfuck
that’s mutating in your wallet
latent
it’s exhilarating
cranked in the trolley on the roundabout
it’s so exciting
jizzing on the affect in the fire escape
it’s so arresting
fever from the fascist at the treatment plant
it’s astounding
this ordnance
ah ah ah, ah ah ah
04 WAVES, ONE TO SEVEN
the first wave
the second wave
the third wave
the fourth wave
the fifth wave
the sixth wave
the seventh wave
05 FIGURE STILL
airlifted envoy to safety
flags equip the screen
interpassive triumph
the switcher tags for everyone
they look great in pointillised filters
hyperreal tints fill the frame
text leeches from speech bubbles
substituting sentences again
figure still figure still
tangled spectacles
figure still figure still
elongated tentacles
it won’t be tea
till the last (sp)’inister
is broiled in the sputs
of the last ‘tician
child on mattress
in a rubbish heap
in a gilded frame
on a gallery wall
figure still figure still
accumulating capital
figure still figure still
ten thousand ticket tentacle
figure still figure still
disintegrating spectacle
figure still figure still
bleached and skeletal
06 IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY
unpronounced
unfulfilled
slurred and stammering
ill-conceived
ill-described
running around without a name
a signal no one speaks
not to anyone addressed
impossible to say
overblown
overkill
afflicted in advance
07 MADE REMADE READYMADE
even as it hails you
made remade readymade
it also doubts you
sing
“oh jailer oh liberator”
while escaping from the queue
recall yourself dead
resplendent in truth
exquisite corpse
speak and run
delivered for infection
fatally aroused
shards of necessity
tear at the contingency
solicited and performed
it gestures and puts you
in front of yourself
sing
“oh jailer oh liberator”
waiting for
the end of hope
at last some consequence
oh, san ina maz apar
iz singa wanan bown
ah fila ost ah, oh oh, oz in wa aye
ista ohn da, aye
08 SUBSCRIPTIONS
oh oo woh oo oh woh
what a show!
what a mesmerising opening night
the performers laughed
into our beaming faces
then we all bought
—— subscriptions
an enthralling second night
the performers were joined on stage
by the writers and directors
who roared into our intoxicated faces
then we all bought
—— subscriptions
the heady peak
hit with a rapture
as the seats exploded
dazed and maimed and haemorrhaging
we shrieked with approval
then we all bought
—— subscriptions
oo oh
09 DREAMS OF VINTAGE VIOLENCE
restless in anxiety
axolotls in shock
tearing at their cortex
index their aversions
no one left to pardon
arteries are hardened
this disease tastes of capital
its trauma is dosed and appeased
polished skies of nitrate
blistering to touch
ethical designers
dream of vintage violence
“of course, their cars are black
they make great undertakers”
police in universities
vice-chancellors in banks
syndicates of well connected interests
philanthropes to thank
standing in formation
threnodies are sung
petty tyrants, tormentors
and lesser despots
blood clots in the lungs
restless in sobriety
axolotls take stock
transcend they repetitions
invent their new conditions
to fit za ka mi su do fado bi a
te fa ide ba ou qua to bi se be toh
jey di ani ma wo ei te ah tse fa or
ca ei com a bi or vi uh ine ha tsou
ha fo k to beh da...
10 MANTIS BOUFFE
trouble for the mantis couple
escaping through the storyboard
such a lovely pool-side fable
it works even better, if you don’t believe
like a swollen thyroid in overdrive
startled by the starlet’s silhouette
engineers decide which cable
that works even better,
than the future knows itself
manages of survivalist fantasies
exhausted metaphysic
I know I know I know
but I do it anyway
eroticised teeth before dinner
chewing on umami stress
which dialectic, which art?
which spider’s venom heals hearts?