Banksy
mother earth
by Banksy
the pink lily flower floats
and plucked from the water’s surface
unfolds
a love letter
in DNA writ large
and plucked from the water’s surface
unfolds
a love letter
in DNA writ large
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Saturday 20th August 2011 6:31 pm
no flannel
by Banksy
I’m not one to linger
I’m an altogether more perfunctory
“in and out”
kinda guy
ten minutes tops
and a quick wipe
that’s me
no champagne
no candles
no sir
but still it surprises me
for all my haste
how the unctuous
stresses & strains of the day
dissolve and melt away
in those few steamy moments...
I’m an altogether more perfunctory
“in and out”
kinda guy
ten minutes tops
and a quick wipe
that’s me
no champagne
no candles
no sir
but still it surprises me
for all my haste
how the unctuous
stresses & strains of the day
dissolve and melt away
in those few steamy moments...
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Thursday 28th July 2011 10:49 pm
the King and I
by Banksy
I saw Him the other day
pushing a trolley round K-Mart
& He confided, yeah, it’s true –
that He’d just had enough
of the fame & all that goes with it,
so He shaved his head,
got a couple of tattoos
and lives in a trailer park in Arizona;
- still wearing the shades, though,
& the white rhinestone suit,
which, under the circumstances,
I thought was...
pushing a trolley round K-Mart
& He confided, yeah, it’s true –
that He’d just had enough
of the fame & all that goes with it,
so He shaved his head,
got a couple of tattoos
and lives in a trailer park in Arizona;
- still wearing the shades, though,
& the white rhinestone suit,
which, under the circumstances,
I thought was...
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Wednesday 20th July 2011 10:10 pm
Tags: Ghosts
her dream
by Banksy
a tear rolls down my cheek
as I listen to Nyman
transported back to way back when...
nearly finished my walk through the empty deer park
the avenues of lofty oaks, the river
the turkey waiting
and a scattering of snowflakes slowly fall
from a truly leaden sky.
I lie at the bottom of the pool
motionless
invisible to all
the water cold, so cold
as life goes on out there
above the wa...
as I listen to Nyman
transported back to way back when...
nearly finished my walk through the empty deer park
the avenues of lofty oaks, the river
the turkey waiting
and a scattering of snowflakes slowly fall
from a truly leaden sky.
I lie at the bottom of the pool
motionless
invisible to all
the water cold, so cold
as life goes on out there
above the wa...
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Saturday 16th July 2011 11:18 am
lost in translation
by Banksy
I had a moment today
strange and wonderful
a little like déjà vu
a wisp
then blown away
and in this moment
all was clear
I felt
all the future
all the past
the universe outside my door
and somehow it all just felt right
like I knew something
we all know
but fail to acknowledge
something we trade for
normality and sanity and peace of mind
I wish I could go ba...
strange and wonderful
a little like déjà vu
a wisp
then blown away
and in this moment
all was clear
I felt
all the future
all the past
the universe outside my door
and somehow it all just felt right
like I knew something
we all know
but fail to acknowledge
something we trade for
normality and sanity and peace of mind
I wish I could go ba...
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Wednesday 22nd June 2011 9:04 pm
the sand man
by Banksy
panning for soil
discard all that useless glitter
- it won’t nourish a shoot
or keep warm these old bones
when I’m gone
cold metal – warm earth
which will we choose ?...
discard all that useless glitter
- it won’t nourish a shoot
or keep warm these old bones
when I’m gone
cold metal – warm earth
which will we choose ?...
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Sunday 19th June 2011 9:14 pm
Mackerel sky
by Banksy
my little friend and I
savour the silence of the creeping dawn
red and gold and blue
when even the birds are not yet rested
enough
it's a lovely morning
so still and soft
so gentle on the eye out here
not a breath
still warm from yesterday's sun
that left the roses, the grass
content;
the sweet hot tea
my little friend's embrace
floats away
and I light another
and wait...
savour the silence of the creeping dawn
red and gold and blue
when even the birds are not yet rested
enough
it's a lovely morning
so still and soft
so gentle on the eye out here
not a breath
still warm from yesterday's sun
that left the roses, the grass
content;
the sweet hot tea
my little friend's embrace
floats away
and I light another
and wait...
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Friday 17th June 2011 8:22 pm
earthworks
by Banksy
the tumulus that is Sizergh roundabout
today bears the scars of
a recent altercation
with a car or a lorry
or maybe a van
judging from the gouge rent in the earthworks
uprooted saplings
and a deep swathe of brown earth
slicing through the greenery
was it survivable?
I ask myself
- I always seem to
when I see tyre marks and orange cones
mangled railings and stricken lamp posts...
today bears the scars of
a recent altercation
with a car or a lorry
or maybe a van
judging from the gouge rent in the earthworks
uprooted saplings
and a deep swathe of brown earth
slicing through the greenery
was it survivable?
I ask myself
- I always seem to
when I see tyre marks and orange cones
mangled railings and stricken lamp posts...
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Wednesday 15th June 2011 6:14 pm
mind games
by Banksy
it rained sweet solace this afternoon
gave me permission to do nothing
- no guilt –
I can sip tea & read the Sunday papers
with nothing better to be done
I can doze
I can daydream
of when I used to smoke cigarettes
and invent alternative endings
to many a romance
and try to remember their names
their names, their names.........
gave me permission to do nothing
- no guilt –
I can sip tea & read the Sunday papers
with nothing better to be done
I can doze
I can daydream
of when I used to smoke cigarettes
and invent alternative endings
to many a romance
and try to remember their names
their names, their names.........
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Monday 13th June 2011 10:46 pm
erring
by Banksy
standing
in the corner of my room
was a human being
he asked if I'd like to
and I said I guess so
although I'd never tried it
before
and I'd never seen one
before
not close-up, anyways.
in the corner of my room
was a human being
he asked if I'd like to
and I said I guess so
although I'd never tried it
before
and I'd never seen one
before
not close-up, anyways.
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Sunday 12th June 2011 12:03 pm
My Furry Godmother...
by Banksy
whispered
“I’ll grant you one wish”
and she did
and the next time
she placed her size fives in my lap
there were no white knickers
just suspenders & stockings
and long, long legs
leading all the way to heaven
for a teenager
in Ladies Shoes....
“I’ll grant you one wish”
and she did
and the next time
she placed her size fives in my lap
there were no white knickers
just suspenders & stockings
and long, long legs
leading all the way to heaven
for a teenager
in Ladies Shoes....
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Thursday 9th June 2011 8:53 pm
Tags: Feet
yesterday
by Banksy
I walked without a shadow
in the bright sunshine
every minute of every day
unencumbered
by his words:
today my shadow resides
on photographic film
in a filing cabinet
and lingers hereabouts also
whilst we mull over
the implications
and options....
in the bright sunshine
every minute of every day
unencumbered
by his words:
today my shadow resides
on photographic film
in a filing cabinet
and lingers hereabouts also
whilst we mull over
the implications
and options....
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Tuesday 7th June 2011 9:13 pm
the end of the past
by Banksy
sitting there
bathing in the golden sun
was a delight
for a magic hour or so
whilst the day eased itself into twilight
he’d never noticed the green bronze words
on the plaque
on the bench
on which he sat
every Sun-day
“In loving memory of Audrey,
- a favoured spot”
her start date and expiry
on show for all the world to see....
bathing in the golden sun
was a delight
for a magic hour or so
whilst the day eased itself into twilight
he’d never noticed the green bronze words
on the plaque
on the bench
on which he sat
every Sun-day
“In loving memory of Audrey,
- a favoured spot”
her start date and expiry
on show for all the world to see....
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Sunday 5th June 2011 11:16 am
Zen stoned
by Banksy
do you know
I can hear rushing water
and a fan, somewhere
maybe it’s inside of me
and maybe it’s outside of me
but, do you know
I just can’t tell.
I can hear rushing water
and a fan, somewhere
maybe it’s inside of me
and maybe it’s outside of me
but, do you know
I just can’t tell.
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Friday 3rd June 2011 8:06 am
See You Next Tuesday
by Banksy
there was this rather self-satisfied
bearded messianic wanker
on TV about a fortnight ago
with his empty-eyed smiling acolytes
spouting forth dreamily
- as if we haven’t heard it all before -
about how the world is going to end
next Tuesday
and some be-suited earnest TV-type
filling in to camera that this particular
nut-house cult held to a
back-to-nature & shag-your-childre...
bearded messianic wanker
on TV about a fortnight ago
with his empty-eyed smiling acolytes
spouting forth dreamily
- as if we haven’t heard it all before -
about how the world is going to end
next Tuesday
and some be-suited earnest TV-type
filling in to camera that this particular
nut-house cult held to a
back-to-nature & shag-your-childre...
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Wednesday 1st June 2011 10:08 pm
flown
by Banksy
the feral words
revert to type
as they hit the page
and with a stroke
of the return key
they’re set free
to roam at will
the big bad world
and now
they’ll have to fend
for themselves -
my children flown....
revert to type
as they hit the page
and with a stroke
of the return key
they’re set free
to roam at will
the big bad world
and now
they’ll have to fend
for themselves -
my children flown....
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Sunday 29th May 2011 4:18 pm
on the razzle
by Banksy
there’s nothing like
an evening spent at
the Christian teetotaller lonely hearts modern dance workshop
to make you realise
that being single really isn’t so bad
after all.
does the expression
“sticking pins in your eyes”
ring any bells ?
an evening spent at
the Christian teetotaller lonely hearts modern dance workshop
to make you realise
that being single really isn’t so bad
after all.
does the expression
“sticking pins in your eyes”
ring any bells ?
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Friday 27th May 2011 1:17 pm
the birth of the night time
by Banksy
the dying orange sun disappeared
in the time it took
to smoke a cigarette
gazing out
over the gold-tipped temples
through the hazy golden twilight
from the fifth floor balcony
of her apartment.
tuk-tuks & taxis beeping below
and the hustle & bustle
of daily life chattering away
down there
as the blue green red
neon lights
all come out to play....
in the time it took
to smoke a cigarette
gazing out
over the gold-tipped temples
through the hazy golden twilight
from the fifth floor balcony
of her apartment.
tuk-tuks & taxis beeping below
and the hustle & bustle
of daily life chattering away
down there
as the blue green red
neon lights
all come out to play....
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Tuesday 24th May 2011 5:59 pm
screen-saver
by Banksy
something’s going on
and I don’t quite know what it is
- but there’s an awful lot
of shitness on TV
sixty channels
and nothing to watch
- like someone’s taking a dump
on your living room carpet
and making you pay for the privilege.
And it could well just be me,
but I really can’t stand
that one-eyed Pudsey Bear charity
crap & red-nose day bollo...
and I don’t quite know what it is
- but there’s an awful lot
of shitness on TV
sixty channels
and nothing to watch
- like someone’s taking a dump
on your living room carpet
and making you pay for the privilege.
And it could well just be me,
but I really can’t stand
that one-eyed Pudsey Bear charity
crap & red-nose day bollo...
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Tuesday 17th May 2011 8:57 am
Pammy
by Banksy
God, she’s really stacked,
stacked liked tins
on a supermarket shelf
- really put together.
If women were cars,
she’d be a Hillman Minx,
well upholstered,
with about 200k on the clock.
stacked liked tins
on a supermarket shelf
- really put together.
If women were cars,
she’d be a Hillman Minx,
well upholstered,
with about 200k on the clock.
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Sunday 15th May 2011 8:57 am
slebs
by Banksy
we had that Ray Mears round
he’s a bloody pest though
- chopped down half the azaleas
making himself a bivvy
and Bear Grylls
he’s only gone & seen off next-door’s cat
now he’s sucking the bones
& waiting while his billy boils
and Ranulph Fiennes
with his oxygen & defib
standing atop the shed
peering off into the distance
all peeling skin & sa...
he’s a bloody pest though
- chopped down half the azaleas
making himself a bivvy
and Bear Grylls
he’s only gone & seen off next-door’s cat
now he’s sucking the bones
& waiting while his billy boils
and Ranulph Fiennes
with his oxygen & defib
standing atop the shed
peering off into the distance
all peeling skin & sa...
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Tuesday 10th May 2011 3:51 pm
lucky escape
by Banksy
it’s that time of the month again
- no, not that one,
the one where I wake up sweating
convinced that I’m turning into
an ugly fat middle-aged balding bastard
then I wake up for real
and it’s all true
still, coulda been worse
I could’ve been turning into a poet....
- no, not that one,
the one where I wake up sweating
convinced that I’m turning into
an ugly fat middle-aged balding bastard
then I wake up for real
and it’s all true
still, coulda been worse
I could’ve been turning into a poet....
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Saturday 7th May 2011 11:34 pm
Tags: escape
seconds away
by Banksy
grandfather in the hallway
cuckoo in the kitchen
alarum in the bedroom
quartz on my wrist
and time, time, time,
to while away today.
cuckoo in the kitchen
alarum in the bedroom
quartz on my wrist
and time, time, time,
to while away today.
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Sunday 1st May 2011 8:32 pm
the little darlings
by Banksy
I was only acting the goat
reading out loud from the kid’s menu
at The Ivy
Sausage & Beans
Fish Fingers & Chips
Twizzlers ‘n dip
you know the score
but they didn’t seem
to get the joke
- asked us to leave,
all sniffy, like.
you try & get my kids to eat
foie gras
with morels
and loganberry coulis
they’d rather eat their own eyeballs...
reading out loud from the kid’s menu
at The Ivy
Sausage & Beans
Fish Fingers & Chips
Twizzlers ‘n dip
you know the score
but they didn’t seem
to get the joke
- asked us to leave,
all sniffy, like.
you try & get my kids to eat
foie gras
with morels
and loganberry coulis
they’d rather eat their own eyeballs...
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Saturday 30th April 2011 8:28 pm
Phyllis Tyne
by Banksy
she once called me
a scatological liar
I said
that’s a loada shit
and you know it.
a scatological liar
I said
that’s a loada shit
and you know it.
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Thursday 28th April 2011 6:13 pm
our lot
by Banksy
she says
she’s locked into
a geostationary orbit
around me
passing me
my tea and biscuits
my Reader’s Digest
my TCP
she says
she might never come down
she likes it up here
with the moon & stars
you see...
she’s locked into
a geostationary orbit
around me
passing me
my tea and biscuits
my Reader’s Digest
my TCP
she says
she might never come down
she likes it up here
with the moon & stars
you see...
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Sunday 24th April 2011 9:06 pm
soft closure
by Banksy
I don’t think
I want to cry tonight
my heart has no need of tears tonight
if I wanted to cry
I might read your words
that flow as easily as a lakeland beck
that dizzy me with the craft of their turning
so easy, yet so very hard
hard as the limestone
where Neil still sleeps
if I wanted to cry
I might pick up my guitar
& softly murmur
Danny Boy
so sugary yet so true
to...
I want to cry tonight
my heart has no need of tears tonight
if I wanted to cry
I might read your words
that flow as easily as a lakeland beck
that dizzy me with the craft of their turning
so easy, yet so very hard
hard as the limestone
where Neil still sleeps
if I wanted to cry
I might pick up my guitar
& softly murmur
Danny Boy
so sugary yet so true
to...
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Saturday 23rd April 2011 7:55 am
sedimentary, my dear Watson
by Banksy
drumlins & moraines
all over the living room carpet,
laccoliths & lopoliths
in the kitchen
with the unwashed tectonic plates.
yes, it’s a veritable smorgasbord
of geological fancies round our gaff.
and a U-shaped glaciated valley
on the doorstep –
I told him to get in line
behind the moho
& the pyroclastic flows
or there’d be
trouble at’mid...
all over the living room carpet,
laccoliths & lopoliths
in the kitchen
with the unwashed tectonic plates.
yes, it’s a veritable smorgasbord
of geological fancies round our gaff.
and a U-shaped glaciated valley
on the doorstep –
I told him to get in line
behind the moho
& the pyroclastic flows
or there’d be
trouble at’mid...
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Thursday 21st April 2011 3:52 pm
The Twilight Zone
by Banksy
let me lead you to the gallows
says the blank stare of the TV screen
looking back at me
in those dark dead hours
after even the TV men have gone home to someone’s bed
& there is just fuzz & noise where
once we had CNN & Tom & Jerry,
and you know what ?
you know that white noise –
that fuzz on your TV –
you know what that noise actually is ?
N...
says the blank stare of the TV screen
looking back at me
in those dark dead hours
after even the TV men have gone home to someone’s bed
& there is just fuzz & noise where
once we had CNN & Tom & Jerry,
and you know what ?
you know that white noise –
that fuzz on your TV –
you know what that noise actually is ?
N...
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Sunday 17th April 2011 10:40 am
the secret path
by Banksy
I try to light your fire
I try to strike a spark
but I can only lead you to
water
I can’t make you drink;
as someone famous once said,
Seek and ye shall find.
So, here’s a clue –
search out the button nose boy
and go backwards from there
and in time
if you have that particular bent
all will become clear
with a little help from Don Juan....
I try to strike a spark
but I can only lead you to
water
I can’t make you drink;
as someone famous once said,
Seek and ye shall find.
So, here’s a clue –
search out the button nose boy
and go backwards from there
and in time
if you have that particular bent
all will become clear
with a little help from Don Juan....
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Friday 15th April 2011 11:38 am
a kind of heaven
by Banksy
on a terrace by the water
under an awning
under the sun
you gaze over your lager
through half closed eyes
at the sparkling blue
blue
blue beyond
and the golden skin on golden sand
and you’re a million miles away
a million miles away
from home....
under an awning
under the sun
you gaze over your lager
through half closed eyes
at the sparkling blue
blue
blue beyond
and the golden skin on golden sand
and you’re a million miles away
a million miles away
from home....
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Wednesday 13th April 2011 8:27 am
Nancy
by Banksy
I met this girl
she’s covered in skin
I know what you’re thinking
it’s a crying sin
her’s got no roses, no barbed wire
no celtic symbols, no skulls on fire
she’s got no writing anywhere
she’s even got some pubic hair !
she’s not Brazilian
you understand
and she’s not the sort to be underhand
but a hairy beaver’s a bit much
for my de...
she’s covered in skin
I know what you’re thinking
it’s a crying sin
her’s got no roses, no barbed wire
no celtic symbols, no skulls on fire
she’s got no writing anywhere
she’s even got some pubic hair !
she’s not Brazilian
you understand
and she’s not the sort to be underhand
but a hairy beaver’s a bit much
for my de...
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Sunday 10th April 2011 4:23 pm
everyone is us
by Banksy
this is forgiveness,
I want to understand –
and I’m a better person for it;
it’s never going to be you,
you say,
but, that day, it was me.
It seems
the people you love,
you love them more
and, revenge apart,
no-one has an affair
to make the other feel bad;
they do it to have a moment
of happiness themselves,
to feel alive again,
wanting and wanted....
I want to understand –
and I’m a better person for it;
it’s never going to be you,
you say,
but, that day, it was me.
It seems
the people you love,
you love them more
and, revenge apart,
no-one has an affair
to make the other feel bad;
they do it to have a moment
of happiness themselves,
to feel alive again,
wanting and wanted....
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Friday 8th April 2011 8:02 pm
my life as wax
by Banksy
you can imagine what it’s like to be wax -
well,
you could have ended up down someone’s earhole,
or as a bit of a birthday candle
or as a pair of wax lips, maybe,
but guess what I ended up as?
Yep !
Kylie’s naughty bits in Madame Tussaud’s
where she’s down on all fours,
arse up in the air.
That’s me, yes, just there –
that little pink...
well,
you could have ended up down someone’s earhole,
or as a bit of a birthday candle
or as a pair of wax lips, maybe,
but guess what I ended up as?
Yep !
Kylie’s naughty bits in Madame Tussaud’s
where she’s down on all fours,
arse up in the air.
That’s me, yes, just there –
that little pink...
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Thursday 7th April 2011 11:21 pm
Smothering Sunday
by Banksy
Kill our Mothers on Mother's Day
I never thought of it that way
no cards, no flowers no M&S vouchers
just mourners whispering on the couches.
(after Alison)
I never thought of it that way
no cards, no flowers no M&S vouchers
just mourners whispering on the couches.
(after Alison)
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Wednesday 6th April 2011 8:13 am
Sarajevo
by Banksy
at the top of the mountains
we will say our farewells
and walk amongst the flowers
until we bid the world goodbye;
and when you set foot on that plain anew
do not ask me
when again will it be silent
for it is always hushed
in the whitened valley
beneath our shadows.
and if you should come
when the flowers are in mourning
for my demise, it would please me if you
said no pr...
we will say our farewells
and walk amongst the flowers
until we bid the world goodbye;
and when you set foot on that plain anew
do not ask me
when again will it be silent
for it is always hushed
in the whitened valley
beneath our shadows.
and if you should come
when the flowers are in mourning
for my demise, it would please me if you
said no pr...
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Monday 4th April 2011 2:45 pm
innocence
by Banksy
when I was thirteen,
I would cross over
to the other side of the street
when I saw you coming.
not because I feared you,
but because,
untold,
I loved you
too much....
I would cross over
to the other side of the street
when I saw you coming.
not because I feared you,
but because,
untold,
I loved you
too much....
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Friday 1st April 2011 5:45 pm
The Colosseum
by Banksy
It’s Sunday morning, 10 am,
and I am only vaguely interested in reading the papers
and yet, I read them still,
ever hopeful of something more than the dross & drivel &
TV guide within.
This instant kwik-fix world of ours is media-filtered through a
thin dusty veil of mediocrity, sound bytes & news, news, news.
It’s all tits & tattoos, TV ratings & the Time Te...
and I am only vaguely interested in reading the papers
and yet, I read them still,
ever hopeful of something more than the dross & drivel &
TV guide within.
This instant kwik-fix world of ours is media-filtered through a
thin dusty veil of mediocrity, sound bytes & news, news, news.
It’s all tits & tattoos, TV ratings & the Time Te...
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Wednesday 30th March 2011 10:18 pm
a coffee in Omirou Street
by Banksy
let’s sit down, sit down
you and I
we can watch the world
just watch the world go by.
you and I
we can watch the world
just watch the world go by.
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Tuesday 29th March 2011 2:18 pm
it never rains
by Banksy
hot stinging burning piss
and on holiday as well
I search the Spanish book
fruitlessly sipping cranberry
the pharmacists look
like it’s all Greek to them
but I finally emerge blinking
victorious
only to decode
on frenzied gulping down
of this fist-sized
hyperbole that,
as it vanishes,
the ant-scrawled text
says “tapeworm”...
and on holiday as well
I search the Spanish book
fruitlessly sipping cranberry
the pharmacists look
like it’s all Greek to them
but I finally emerge blinking
victorious
only to decode
on frenzied gulping down
of this fist-sized
hyperbole that,
as it vanishes,
the ant-scrawled text
says “tapeworm”...
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Sunday 27th March 2011 6:40 pm
TWOC
by Banksy
Once
a fox stole
your heart
a fox’s words
stole my heart
what goes around
comes around
so they say
and summer’s
almost here
anyway....
a fox stole
your heart
a fox’s words
stole my heart
what goes around
comes around
so they say
and summer’s
almost here
anyway....
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Saturday 26th March 2011 5:42 pm
is God a woman ?
by Banksy
I met a female builder today
- still plugging away
the first three billion
were abject failures
leaking everywhere
acting without thought or logic
& unable to comprehend simple ideas
like the offside rule
the answer is mosdef....
- still plugging away
the first three billion
were abject failures
leaking everywhere
acting without thought or logic
& unable to comprehend simple ideas
like the offside rule
the answer is mosdef....
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Friday 25th March 2011 8:07 am
words of the gods
by Banksy
I caught the cat
reading the newspaper...
- sorry,
that’s an exaggeration
it was The Mirror.
reading the newspaper...
- sorry,
that’s an exaggeration
it was The Mirror.
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Thursday 24th March 2011 11:01 am
whistling in the dark
by Banksy
I tried anger
management
they said
I need to
be more
philosophical
seems
I’ve finally
found my
Nietzsche
in life....
management
they said
I need to
be more
philosophical
seems
I’ve finally
found my
Nietzsche
in life....
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Wednesday 23rd March 2011 1:18 pm
God goes walkabout
by Banksy
she turned & smiled:
my heart truly skipped a beat
as the morning sun sifted through
the long blonde hair on
her brow, her nose, her face
and I wrestled not to lose my grip
on this fixated grin as
my heart truly skipped a beat
recoiled in horror, repulsion,
marvelled at her beauty
and in that moment
I was cowed by the unspeakable cruelty
mother nature had bestowed
to give and tak...
my heart truly skipped a beat
as the morning sun sifted through
the long blonde hair on
her brow, her nose, her face
and I wrestled not to lose my grip
on this fixated grin as
my heart truly skipped a beat
recoiled in horror, repulsion,
marvelled at her beauty
and in that moment
I was cowed by the unspeakable cruelty
mother nature had bestowed
to give and tak...
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Monday 21st March 2011 9:26 pm
putting the world to rights
by Banksy
tea and biscuits later
a little sip of wine right now
red-carpeted ammonites
swirl
in the limestone floor and
a tray of sweaty coins waft by
the musty bible smell
- I love the smell of musty bibles in the morning -
woken from my reveries by William Tell
on someone's mobile
a blast from the past
Kemo Sabe no less
- no joined-up thinking here
whilst they're purring secret worl...
a little sip of wine right now
red-carpeted ammonites
swirl
in the limestone floor and
a tray of sweaty coins waft by
the musty bible smell
- I love the smell of musty bibles in the morning -
woken from my reveries by William Tell
on someone's mobile
a blast from the past
Kemo Sabe no less
- no joined-up thinking here
whilst they're purring secret worl...
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Sunday 20th March 2011 11:35 am
the gathering
by Banksy
churches wouldn't be quite so bad
without the filling –
without the god-botherers
a bit like Wales without the Welsh –
big improvement.
without the filling –
without the god-botherers
a bit like Wales without the Welsh –
big improvement.
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Friday 18th March 2011 8:26 am
holding court
by Banksy
this is how I do it,
I gather my spirits like this:
standing tall, relaxed,
I shake my hands free
of the morsels
of yesterdays
let my arms
fall loose at my side
fingers drawn in gently and up
beckoning the threads
fluttering, come, come,
summoning, invoking, inferring,
I gather them into the fold
like shoals of little silver fish
awaiting my crumbs of attention....
I gather my spirits like this:
standing tall, relaxed,
I shake my hands free
of the morsels
of yesterdays
let my arms
fall loose at my side
fingers drawn in gently and up
beckoning the threads
fluttering, come, come,
summoning, invoking, inferring,
I gather them into the fold
like shoals of little silver fish
awaiting my crumbs of attention....
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Sunday 13th March 2011 10:47 am
Nice Peter
by Banksy
Come
she says to the cat
and the cat comes
he understands
the power wielded
by those dainty wrists
but comes from love
nevertheless
nice peter
that's his name.
she says to the cat
and the cat comes
he understands
the power wielded
by those dainty wrists
but comes from love
nevertheless
nice peter
that's his name.
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Friday 11th March 2011 9:09 am
god botherers
by Banksy
when I have my next life
things'll be different
then
I'll be so much more organised
no more fannying about
with jobs & PhD's
it'll be
sex n' drugs n' rock & roll
all the way
no more wasted time for me
- no sir –
I've squandered one whole lifetime already....
things'll be different
then
I'll be so much more organised
no more fannying about
with jobs & PhD's
it'll be
sex n' drugs n' rock & roll
all the way
no more wasted time for me
- no sir –
I've squandered one whole lifetime already....
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Tuesday 8th March 2011 8:35 pm
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