POE TREE 2011-12

PART 1: SAMPLING I. Neuromancer II. The Voidoid III. Pimp IV. Queer V. Crash VI. Reckless Eyeballing VII. The Waves VIII. On The Heights Of Despair IX. Requiem For a Dream X. The Ubu Rex XI. A Night Of Serious Drinking XII. Log Of The S.S. Mrs. Unguentine XIII. They Had Goat Heads

SAMPLING I: (Neuromancer)
white cube taken the drug to blunt we may have been mistaken if these are final days make it special dark theres a single entrance, here, dead center doesnt hurt finger-thick and banded black and scarlet your adrenaline levels are higher you ver pale mon theyll let you smoke your cigarettes there it smelled like an airplane, like new clothes and chewing gum midnight in the hilton lobby three smiling japanese tourists spat into the pond then something clicks run into you again and ill kill you

SAMPLING II: (The Voidoid)

blond beard stubble and glasses with pink this is what the hole is for always threw up on gags lips is working poison will supply a serum bent like a fetus except for her erect brown skin of a torso and todays garbage built on piers that faced huge creatures circling the rocks the scaled, gilled necklasses of the oceans within a pink water bubble please kill me right across the floor bite his tongue off hydrochloric acid if he could be the person you loved first like a worm in a heart lying down in love thats death is this being dead is this the battle between microbes swaying into pure joy

SAMPLING III: (Pimp)

in the old biblical city of sodom i saw her slide into her sleek caddie she was doomed to set up my disasters at the chapel window staring he had finished the sistine chapel ceiling he was in a laughing fit a slimy thread of flesh dangling dont worry about me jesus will protect me take this book and study it lord have mercy how i hated them every hour or so the lights went out a hundred feet ahead i saw the mystery vibrating with horse a religious fanatic now he looked down at me my blood ran cold i put my clothes on obeyed the code tied into a pretzel drunk as hell she saw me a wild heart beat after i saw her fists and muscle i couldnt find the strength to get off

SAMPLING III: (Queer)

yak milk for breakfast, yak curds for lunch, and for dinner a yak that looked like old burlap sacks sensible and calm lets have a drink a cocktail a small piece of opium with black coffee they all looked vaguely uneasy sit down at the table the bar was nearly empty i swear by my mothers cunt reach down into your grease pig you cheap bastard bring the tomato juice over a game for thinking machines he drank the coffee felt he was being sucked looked at the ground as if his stomach hurt a physical pain as he sipped the tomato juice in silence cold and slippery

SAMPLING V: (Crash)
the neon sign over the portico flared london bound traffic tell me if ive left anything out flicking out the last drops of urine muscles of his face opening and shutting like manacles thirty or so visitors stared at the screen the grace of the slow motion camera a faint smile marked with cryptic symbols complete confinement in his own panicky universe this sense of disembodiment let my semen run from her vagina some semen is saltier than others working on a piece of gum identity was a charade her wrists were keyboards of perfumes in this parody of the actress

SAMPLING VI: (Reckless Eyeballing)

nigger, the bard seemed to be saying as hitlers motorcade passed in the mountains that hitler built, id like to cream you. he sat down shrieking terrible and ugly things people began to shout and scream, sit back down you son of a bitch. a medieval jew in a long black robe was blinking yellow from the lightbulbs. the races get along fine down here weve always tried to be up-to-date that explains the british accent throwbacks of the paranoid school the children of satan. sick. video games lined up against the wall a broken down alcoholic inspected his cash and cards he rose went to the full length mirror and put on a tie

SAMPLING VII: (The Waves)

this is the necessary prelude love crosses love, love makes knots pointing with his whip at the barren cow i feel in my private pocket and i find my credentials waste, forming scenes profusely, will be checked knife, fork and glass their brown density the sheets spotted with yellow holes some girl whose name i forgot lining up outdoors to buy tickets i am not a single and passing being dirty underlinen we have laced the world together with our ships to read this poem one must have myriad eyes i have sent death, murder and suicide squirting each other with hose-pipes wormy and sodden millions have died uneasy cries wake me at the dead of night wife of the dead slate-coloured

SAMPLING VIII: (On The Heights of Despair)

magic knows nothing of illnesses only a cosmic adventure of this kind a burning insoluble question sad unto death harrowing and unsuspected tragedies visions and strange delights extraterrestrial transcendence let the mediocre speak im so sick of the word good you scream or you turn to stone only sickness gives birth ordinary experiences metaphysical anxiety, fear of death the sign of death the beast of the apocalypse commit suicide flesh falling from the bones nonbeing croak like ravens I do not know i am the lowest of men

SAMPLING IX: (Requiem for a Dream)

Full rich body hearty yet smooth when i am hungry i eat food not a red red but a red. red? still on the pineapple yoghurt kick you wanta give me a cancer? im almost losing my appetite maybe i should lose a few pounds so i look svelte lick her finger they got such nice pussy cats nice smooth flesh we flew down to the virgin islands excuse me, i mean, having sex I CANT SWIM I CANT SWIM think of the distant street lights as planets and stars she never let that happen again she rubbed the soles of her feet felt so ipsy pipsy as she undressed let the seams out a little maybe offered up a prayer for the deceased HOW DO YA LIKE IT YA PUNK ASSED MUTHA FUCKA

SAMPLING X: (The Ubu Rex)

what, the rest of you havent had enough yet go and puncture the tsars gutbag its freezing hard enough to split a rock the pitiless scythe of the pitiless scyther oh poor little me im a gonner my, what a fat animal put the beast on a spit and roast it quick money grabbing and drinking oneself to death i escaped their clutches tails, heads, answer me pschittbag who did you say wears an appalling frayed nightie hes got that damn horse on the brain I shall excommunicate you total suppression of the spinal marrow pisspot, son of a harlot I think theyve abandoned the chase its dangerous put new heart into me it was performed by the marionettes on the BBC third programme.

SAMPLING XI: (Log of the S.S. Mrs Unguentine)

i could open the porthole only at midnight a duck was killed the rising crescendo of livestock in panic live long enough to lay more eggs dumped finally overboard to feed the fish slipping and screaming fat and lethargic drank flames at dawn calm and moonless a sort of delerium a parasite bloated near to madness with overeating my body bananas? peanuts? avacadoes? milkshakes? i ate and ate my best jam bubbled with sheet lightning noisily at high speed brilliant matt orange where has your body gone? a cup, also a biscuit my body vanished

SAMPLING XII: (A Night of Serious Drinking)

some recommended brutal methods of suicide how do the surplus bodies manage to get away take your time about it magi, magicians and magic would you care to follow me this is a magic weapon a single well aimed blow through clothing beneath the harsh words the better to get out of here following with a pencil and map me hot water and a lump of ice psychogeography the science of residue it emerges from the reciprocal action of knowing three dimensional continuum stretches to nothing with holes elimination, reconstruction, transposition physical education the joy of possessing nothing a flabby globe into a vortex

SAMPLING XIII: (They Had Goat Heads)

somebody whispered in harsh tones and cancelled the wedding i apologised and destroyed a jukebox with a hammer sleep. consciousness. hunger. anxiety. two lovers killed on a victorian tandem a fire engine bent in the wind sweat soaked through my shirt overhead a giant buzzards stomach grumbled stuffed into a bird cage ornery cigar smoking bullfrogs drowned the doppler of radio static every soul poked each others ribs death throes spurts and rivulets of gore too many vds, bestiality crossed my mind i kept running from the church ill be back depressed-emaciated-browbeaten cracked my knuckles and laughed to myself; i prefer a real hole! if you dont mind hahahahahahahahahaha