The Origin of a Sub-Species


Henry Miller knew nothing of trans-species congress

he exclaimed it shockingly none the less,


though mostly in exasperation,

his next spoke words gave congratulation.


Then later on some latitude 

he penned his rhyme so wilful crude,


his riddle spiked thoughts across the globe,

like “Why’d the chicken cross the road?”


and now to see his genius so meekly ill repeated

his manuscript defaced, might well as be deleted.


"A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition.”


◄ A Juggernaut requires Bureaucracy

Confronting entropy ►


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Jon Stainsby

Sat 20th Jul 2019 13:58

Thanks for the explanation, David.

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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 20th Jul 2019 13:40

Henry Miller was probably not the first person to utter the words "Fuck a Duck" but it appears he was the first person to introduce the term into a literary work.

Trans-species congress is bestiality (when between human and animal) no great mystery there.

The use of the word latitude alludes to "The tropic of Cancer" the book in which Miller uses the term "Fuck a Duck" The book (ironically in this case) opened up much debate at the time regarding the freedom of speech in literature and beyond.

"Why'd the Chicken cross the road" is a question with innumerably multiple answers, a mystery no less. "Fuck a Duck" similarly might relate to multiple meaning, who knows what is being expressed apart from the person deploying the term.

The last verse, well you can make what you will of's a personal opinion.

The title might refer to that which is the off-spring of trans-species congress or could be interpreted as a sub-culture of an art form...choose whichever fits your own interpretation.

I suppose this ridiculous scribble highlights how something can come from almost nothing, and that something can be created to have some meaning or it can be created merely for vacuous attention.

I couldn't possibly know the intentions of others when writing anything, but we can all form opinion on its merit or its lack thereof.


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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 18th Jul 2019 21:57


your coat is hanging in my corridor..and I'm not letting you out..


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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 18th Jul 2019 21:56

Thank you John for checking in I appreciate that.

Rachel one can only assume from Dangerfield's tortured and brilliant comedy that he could only have been a poet.

Oh I'm sorry is all this chatter irrelevant to poetry and my original post...I didn't notice, I'm banking that no-one else will either...what are the odds?

David (sad failed stand up)

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Thu 18th Jul 2019 21:53

Just to come back again mate, your work is too intelligent to draw blood from the ignorant who can miss the point wonderfully. Perhaps I stepped over the cliff myself not seeing the trees for the wood. The cheap thrill will always attract attention, as in the heavily advertised circus treats of all the fun of the fair, the painted lady and such grotesqueries.
I'd better get my coat.


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Thu 18th Jul 2019 21:45

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Jon Stainsby

Thu 18th Jul 2019 21:32

Interesting listening in the first video.

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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 18th Jul 2019 21:22

I post this for absolutely no discernible reason, which seems to be perfectly acceptable currently.

Well it'll make you least.

and if anyone is interested I'll explain my ridiculous poem later, if I awake from my inevitable unconscious bliss which I am currently pouring down my throat.

There's some live action for you, slightly more interesting than up-to-date reportage on the mens singles final at Wimbledon on a poetry blog FFS.

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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 18th Jul 2019 21:13

Thanks Trevor and Ray, very much appreciated.

I am contemplating being even more of a bore than usual and dissecting this bunch of words for public scrutiny, what say you?


"Most of us are living far below our potential" Henry Miller knew what he was talking about.

Yep..lets be lazy..let's not think...lets just recite shite.

(point to note shite is a Northern english colloquialism which cannot in anyway be interpreted as upper class toff speak, that merely for clarity to the ignorant.)

things like "send her home...send her home" jesus fucking christ..what a fucking world.

I despairingy reach for the bottle..and await oblivion..

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Thu 18th Jul 2019 20:39

I'm not privy to much knowledge on Henry Miller David, but I did watch a documentary on Marilyn Monroe, who shone bright with him as a sort of sinister shadow tormented by jealousy (no surprise there).

The words are intriguing, but I can't really say more. There is so much angst that comes with fame and the endless search for it and what to do it when it arrives.


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trevor homer

Thu 18th Jul 2019 20:38

Wolfgar any poem that can incorporate 'why'd the chicken cross the road' gets my vote - loved it.

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