2010 words on the Gulf Oil Spill (edited from a previous poem)
“Us clams must stick apart” –Feudal Baron Periwinkle III.
Aphrodite rose from sea foam in film.
A centrifugal waterspout, sucking out the poison.
A Shell and a Sunflower are branded,
Sucked of meaning.
Twisted arms of godsoilmen
Workers, investers, safety chiefs,
Some work with sludge in hands
Some on the tongue, others dodge
Regulators.
Meet the supermajors
Finance and business from sifting Oil
Gulf scoop past oily Slick Cheney
Eating Warburtons with Shell fish
We roe past energy task force positions.
In still of night, calm waters, we release
The mycelium.
From the world Clam.
The Galloping Scallop clad man of greek myth come up
Knights of the Periwinkle clown swimming,
Bejewelled with clam lips and kisses.
Rich blue Oil spill or mother of pearl?
Like blended parrots and dead plankton,
Mixed emulsions. Beautiful Miss Oil Spill?
How can I find beauty in this Oil terror? I tried
And reality slapped me across the Horizon
Crude awakening to the spill-age.
A Collosal squid princess come's up
Riding old Jakobsschelp, a Mycelium Goddess
To help a Hutch load of old scallops rise out
The Seafloor Blues
And infiltrate the slick.
The Deep sea Mollusc speak out:
“Lo! Scallops of the ocean,
Down by the great rising Chiefs of coral.
Take this Big Periwinkle into your earshel and Smell the sign
Touch the logo and ask:
How many ridges does a dream have?
Who regulates the regulator’s.
Dead Plankton in the paint
And the city sewers flowoil
Heed the clam of commerce and the
Cockle-shock shimmy of stock.
What sea-shell, what Sunflower?
Up comes a horse covered in Scallops,
Prince Periwinkle gargling:
“Skullops for one shelling a dollop”
Sea wave-wind Mussels flex into fossils.
The smell of oilamp from the limpet.
“Lets Oil the Oystery of Oil and stir with a staff,
Lets foil sharks with electric shocks,
Struck coil!”.
“Swim with the titanic Semantic shift,
Up out the shell flower.
Again, to tell a snail tale of the planetary shaft.
Rock Drill. Oil Men. Usury. Greed.
Son’s of Thunder Juice, Snel, quick up
To defend the word.
A sea slug with untold feet runs with you
On a hyperbolic plane.
Hoily Tools of the Big Petrol scoop
Walloping the marine scene with oil sheen.
Another spellage. Ocean deep n' blue and
Black rusty red, bloody.
Petrochem generation X. Drill here.
Die here. Who makes the plans, the cuts,
The safety checks, who sets the profits,
Who banks in the cayman Islands, and
Exploits every loop-hole, who, now who.
So wee rise up like foam,
Mycelium to eat the Oil
My thoughts on it: I ride a bike.
Waxy Parrot Snot in the sea bank
How to dress up a death spill?
Casting Shells from my hand,
The wavy lines trace a swellmighty calm.
His Holiness the Buddhaclam Caliph of Pearl
Comes up, out of the Santiago Shell mound gate
To tell us of what fate?
Great clam emperor of the
Mollusca lineage comes up
“By nature the sign, 500 Million years of geometry spun
Into this Sunflower, into this Shell. What lies?”
The Duke Periwinkle of Clam tissue
And the Ivory Sheen realm
Comes up
“Look down the well. Oily DEA and ivory salt newspaper
Scalping truth, their lies litter our vessel,
Truth and beauty from underwater vents”
Meanwhile oilmen pollute the ocean-Green with
Sculpted Pipe lines, crime lines, below
Waves of DEA projects, No Oildea how sticky
the handshell shakes over the Sunflower.
Ode to the Great Old One's,
Please hear us and help a sign-sailor resist
A super-major temptress,
Ocean blackmail.
Oil spill, pipe-line, spoil, Usury, coercion,
Interference with natural deep sea black smokers
Oyster Gods of ancient oceans sculpt the wave
And weave pearls
Serpents teeth sew
Sew Sew an oil net to stop the leak.
A solution in the name of thy snakeoil potion,
Rise up Sea-meat wonders with one hundred eyes
You that dwell upon Old heraldic shields,
Rise up like bubbles and show us your shape.
If only Molluscs could grow wings?
Dutch English American Oil statistics?
More scallops?
Now our chariot of sea gods roam the ocean wide
With the Sigil of Galloping Periwinkles,
Sea weed tales of a great green whale and
A clam with hinged jaws.
Big Blood and looting operation disaster
After disaster, after disaster.
We charge the water and turn the planet
Back into a healthy paradise,
In this poem.
Our Seal: Coningklick.
We raise a toast to Scallops and the food of Godzilla,
And celebrate the marvel of Clam propulsion.
Bio-technology is trying to show us HOW.
Venusa comes up
Surfing on a scallop, leading with a shell in hat
And staff in hand.
Ms. C. Scholar and her mussel
Swimming down Saint James's glory-gate to
Oil Cow & coo
“Now Scoop it. What News Independence.
Who distributes it, how?
And the church wants TTOTTAL Informollusc awaveness.
Sculpt a skull and crossbones in the Crude
Awakening to sea Pirates.
Send in Jack Sparrow to help waterworld.”
Cockoily and Crude Millions scalloped out
Of the earth's body PO.
To the Botticelli Shell-mex
Mix of Soupermajor Bumbling Patroilmen.
Heart of calcite, home of crystal, listen,
I Toil to swim with the Amateur Swimming Association
Esso sponsored swimming, like
Greenpeace sponsored Oil Drilling.
Pick a Shell and drink our James Juice.
The word can plug that sucker up.
The word, the vessel of communication.
The sacred periwinkle proportion.
Now sea gold and Periwinkle Cockle
And aragonite Shillyshellying,
On land we're all out of gas?
Crashing oil and Blood in synchronous waves,
Half-mollusc, half man with vulva comes up,
The crowned Cuthulu cult riding a clam to shore,
To soil on past British Patrolingmen.
We and the sea leagues of 93’000 species
Of Mollusc, and cuttlefish, calcium from sea foam
We are the froth of Saint James Juice.
We lament the spill to blunt the drill,
Gather and think to cap and fill.
Rock Drill and Throne.
HOLY Scollop of truth Swim on your way!
Scooping the word and sludge, selling lies.
How deep does the drill hole go?
Blue Black pills sp'ills?
Up comes the Count of cockles
To calculate fossil fuel foolishness.
Re-shore em’ that Oystery contains Pearls.
History is ours, oceanic.
Hollow Earth Krewe come up to protect the crust.
Don't drill, hear!
Listen, HEMP!
Pull down thy vanity,
Pull up thy drill rig.
The silver pink flesh of salmon
Emerald sea weed and Electric blue
Dance on our Shield.
What pearls lie in the sign?
Schaaldrake Unreeled from the Well,
The conscious net.
The day of the Dolphin Gulf prayer,
calling all Oystery’s hero’s.
Winds blow above the abyss of humanity
Deep space
Mind link sleeping beauty on the sea bed.
Awake.
A clamber of underwater shimmers
“What the devil’s covering you, old directors?”
Holy floor, must be peak oil time!
Fisherman on fire, Oil brigade, fire brigade
What Sustenance?
Entangled oil pipline artery of earth rot?
Well well well, Oil be damned!
The dead seamen-oil-blood transfusion.
The workers that died, the injured?
Investigative poetry safety bill,
The profit margin and depths of energy mob
Investment.
The TAX dodge.
The Tectonic shifts and shafts of geopolitics.
The ocean gods versus the greedy monkey man.
Swallow the shilly-shally sea
And go a’ rummaging
Through tears,
Craft a dam good idea.
Boom, boundary and boundary dissolution
Be A solution
The ocean, the salt.
Oil and sea water mixed.
A mussel bound with a wisdom tongue in a Dutch
Pit, Venus in shell, A tongue enters shell.
That feminine Scallop.
Yes, make love, and drill for love
In a land bed, not a sea bed,
Drilling for oil, making death.
Beware the starfish and oystercatchers
The Condi Rice tankers,
Our boat enters the earshells of Leviathon.
Invisible on a mind wave,
Seers are feeding,
We meditate on bivalvia underground chants
We grow new ears from our Gulf of tears.
Total germs and a fake Sunflower
A suspect Shell and five sided fuel mob are
Apprehended by Sea worms.
Please dive off the Euro board, twist and tuck pike
Summersault in James Juice.
Send word, make merry love.
Hoily Houses Haunt the Oystery sauce.
The currents of Oysery in the Musselmen’s mind.
How to Oil the machine and then stir, sir?
Who distributes it, how?
Scallop filtration of nature’s Mouth pit.
The Dogon Dragon’s of ocean deep
Breathing black smoke
The mouth to hell.
Up comes,
Hermaphrodite of the black-gold waters.
Global eyes of the oceanic gleam
Where Ibskal speak of sea diamonds, pearls
Nommo booty.
Do not disturb the Calm mud.
Look Deep, look well , Deeper.
Lick the James Juice-oil, drink the poison
And ride the snake to the pit of Saint DEA,
Eat them all, spit fire and burn off.
To planet Exo-Clamboil.
Go drill land if you must drill.
Elders send word of Hopi,
Inducing Amanita Mollusca.
Sometides wash nutrients up Ripples of the great
Allrudy wish-ways, ripples and
Baron periwinkles dimples.
Smiles.
Chevrollop, clamswallop, wham, Bully Peakoil
Big Shh’ galaxy, in silence.
Sit ans send ‘word’ shaman styles.
Get roots, touch and ingest earth.
And inside the noble clam chamber
Mr. Mussel finds shelter from transfusions
And Cockledoom on a dinner plate. He says:
“Oh shil, you supermajor logo shystirs.
Rumble of waves around scalloped edge
Where Venus teleports - to visit ecstatic ten-thousand
Million hundred gallons.
And Brand new standards, drink the ocean ink
Of clam soup, Ingest the Hoily Ocean Extracts
Spit fire and burn of excess Vapourdiz
Wade through the bauxite,
Don’t step on our eggshares
Show foresight. Transparent business
Transparent waters, in soiled by fuel addiction.
Juice the wellwell markets, be merry,
Ppeak into these eggshawls. Schelp,
I need some clammy mammy?
Muscle and sperm of capitol, testoss and hydrocarbons,
Spilling on land, sea and air. Who’s share
Who...and how?
Thankyou, the pearls really shine.
500 Million years of Scallop evolution
Sculpted from chalk with tyme.
Real Crotch Oil spread and royal flush
Roe Smoothie ripple?
The synchro-swimming around,
Mixing a schaal Pink into the rusty current.
Shellfish swim for Global ecosystem
And it’s edges.
Interconnected, balanced, shared biological systems
Ecological logic and example, begging to be copied
By Human industry, ECOnomic.
The taste and the Zap,
Filtering compost on a sea-bed,
The underwater awakening like Fungus,
The Clam infiltrates the swill.
To Clam the cap, and Clam the leak.
Shell shaped filler, nature’s way has your answer
Physics of plugging.
Heaven and Hell,
The birth canal off Lucifer von Periwinkle and his
Turned Kingdom of Oilmen! Lo,
The Darth Vader, using modern technology:
The force,
To extract fuel from our mothers vitalorgans
The chatter and Swell at the centre of the Earth.
The Venus Princess and the Vulva of life,
New birth.
Up against the rig,
Marian’s well like a Mermaid's pool
Moist and as a peachy love nest.
Master of devices and of painted Green weeds.
Help us Grow. Overcome Oils vices.
A Pilgrim Artefact slyjacked.
Van Gogh’s Sunflowers stolen by British thieves.
Marian! Murmur and maid,
With comb and mirror,
Homeless, bedless.
Comb exchanged for a clam-pick to pluck
Our Lyre songs of ocean goddesses vs.
Godsoilmen.
Merry tinkles of shells and deep-blues for heads.
Shimmer of garments, skirt trim with coral.
Oh yeah, to schell the proof to buy the truth.
Can’t buy these shell shoes sir.
Only our boat is for sail.
Sea Red and sigil read
Backwards. Michelle, and her pink mantle.
Swimming with our vows
To explore the edges of the Sun behind
The sun, the Sirius star system of
Galactic ideas, focused on the Gulf Hole.
Elixir of Baron Periwinkle
To makes a tasty tipple.
A plug mixture, to cap the hole with a
Fungus cap. An intelligent goo.
A tale of a virus so vile to us! Oil.
With a treacherous hijacked Scallop
Snapping at your toe,
Hoily mollusc of Saint James,
Protect all sea life.
Claims the clams that a clamp down on
Periwinkle’s clump, a cap oer’ the hole to hell
Dive down and pry benearth,
Think.
The Venus Mermaiden’s
Have risen from the sea to show you how
She-sails.
Aphrodite rose from sea foam in film.
A centrifugal waterspout, sucking out the poison.
A Shell and a Sunflower are branded,
Sucked of meaning.
Twisted arms of godsoilmen
Workers, investers, safety chiefs,
Some work with sludge in hands
Some on the tongue, others dodge
Regulators.
Meet the supermajors
Finance and business from sifting Oil
Gulf scoop past oily Slick Cheney
Eating Warburtons with Shell fish
We roe past energy task force positions.
In still of night, calm waters, we release
The mycelium.
From the world Clam.
The Galloping Scallop clad man of greek myth come up
Knights of the Periwinkle clown swimming,
Bejewelled with clam lips and kisses.
Rich blue Oil spill or mother of pearl?
Like blended parrots and dead plankton,
Mixed emulsions. Beautiful Miss Oil Spill?
How can I find beauty in this Oil terror? I tried
And reality slapped me across the Horizon
Crude awakening to the spill-age.
A Collosal squid princess come's up
Riding old Jakobsschelp, a Mycelium Goddess
To help a Hutch load of old scallops rise out
The Seafloor Blues
And infiltrate the slick.
The Deep sea Mollusc speak out:
“Lo! Scallops of the ocean,
Down by the great rising Chiefs of coral.
Take this Big Periwinkle into your earshel and Smell the sign
Touch the logo and ask:
How many ridges does a dream have?
Who regulates the regulator’s.
Dead Plankton in the paint
And the city sewers flowoil
Heed the clam of commerce and the
Cockle-shock shimmy of stock.
What sea-shell, what Sunflower?
Up comes a horse covered in Scallops,
Prince Periwinkle gargling:
“Skullops for one shelling a dollop”
Sea wave-wind Mussels flex into fossils.
The smell of oilamp from the limpet.
“Lets Oil the Oystery of Oil and stir with a staff,
Lets foil sharks with electric shocks,
Struck coil!”.
“Swim with the titanic Semantic shift,
Up out the shell flower.
Again, to tell a snail tale of the planetary shaft.
Rock Drill. Oil Men. Usury. Greed.
Son’s of Thunder Juice, Snel, quick up
To defend the word.
A sea slug with untold feet runs with you
On a hyperbolic plane.
Hoily Tools of the Big Petrol scoop
Walloping the marine scene with oil sheen.
Another spellage. Ocean deep n' blue and
Black rusty red, bloody.
Petrochem generation X. Drill here.
Die here. Who makes the plans, the cuts,
The safety checks, who sets the profits,
Who banks in the cayman Islands, and
Exploits every loop-hole, who, now who.
So wee rise up like foam,
Mycelium to eat the Oil
My thoughts on it: I ride a bike.
Waxy Parrot Snot in the sea bank
How to dress up a death spill?
Casting Shells from my hand,
The wavy lines trace a swellmighty calm.
His Holiness the Buddhaclam Caliph of Pearl
Comes up, out of the Santiago Shell mound gate
To tell us of what fate?
Great clam emperor of the
Mollusca lineage comes up
“By nature the sign, 500 Million years of geometry spun
Into this Sunflower, into this Shell. What lies?”
The Duke Periwinkle of Clam tissue
And the Ivory Sheen realm
Comes up
“Look down the well. Oily DEA and ivory salt newspaper
Scalping truth, their lies litter our vessel,
Truth and beauty from underwater vents”
Meanwhile oilmen pollute the ocean-Green with
Sculpted Pipe lines, crime lines, below
Waves of DEA projects, No Oildea how sticky
the handshell shakes over the Sunflower.
Ode to the Great Old One's,
Please hear us and help a sign-sailor resist
A super-major temptress,
Ocean blackmail.
Oil spill, pipe-line, spoil, Usury, coercion,
Interference with natural deep sea black smokers
Oyster Gods of ancient oceans sculpt the wave
And weave pearls
Serpents teeth sew
Sew Sew an oil net to stop the leak.
A solution in the name of thy snakeoil potion,
Rise up Sea-meat wonders with one hundred eyes
You that dwell upon Old heraldic shields,
Rise up like bubbles and show us your shape.
If only Molluscs could grow wings?
Dutch English American Oil statistics?
More scallops?
Now our chariot of sea gods roam the ocean wide
With the Sigil of Galloping Periwinkles,
Sea weed tales of a great green whale and
A clam with hinged jaws.
Big Blood and looting operation disaster
After disaster, after disaster.
We charge the water and turn the planet
Back into a healthy paradise,
In this poem.
Our Seal: Coningklick.
We raise a toast to Scallops and the food of Godzilla,
And celebrate the marvel of Clam propulsion.
Bio-technology is trying to show us HOW.
Venusa comes up
Surfing on a scallop, leading with a shell in hat
And staff in hand.
Ms. C. Scholar and her mussel
Swimming down Saint James's glory-gate to
Oil Cow & coo
“Now Scoop it. What News Independence.
Who distributes it, how?
And the church wants TTOTTAL Informollusc awaveness.
Sculpt a skull and crossbones in the Crude
Awakening to sea Pirates.
Send in Jack Sparrow to help waterworld.”
Cockoily and Crude Millions scalloped out
Of the earth's body PO.
To the Botticelli Shell-mex
Mix of Soupermajor Bumbling Patroilmen.
Heart of calcite, home of crystal, listen,
I Toil to swim with the Amateur Swimming Association
Esso sponsored swimming, like
Greenpeace sponsored Oil Drilling.
Pick a Shell and drink our James Juice.
The word can plug that sucker up.
The word, the vessel of communication.
The sacred periwinkle proportion.
Now sea gold and Periwinkle Cockle
And aragonite Shillyshellying,
On land we're all out of gas?
Crashing oil and Blood in synchronous waves,
Half-mollusc, half man with vulva comes up,
The crowned Cuthulu cult riding a clam to shore,
To soil on past British Patrolingmen.
We and the sea leagues of 93’000 species
Of Mollusc, and cuttlefish, calcium from sea foam
We are the froth of Saint James Juice.
We lament the spill to blunt the drill,
Gather and think to cap and fill.
Rock Drill and Throne.
HOLY Scollop of truth Swim on your way!
Scooping the word and sludge, selling lies.
How deep does the drill hole go?
Blue Black pills sp'ills?
Up comes the Count of cockles
To calculate fossil fuel foolishness.
Re-shore em’ that Oystery contains Pearls.
History is ours, oceanic.
Hollow Earth Krewe come up to protect the crust.
Don't drill, hear!
Listen, HEMP!
Pull down thy vanity,
Pull up thy drill rig.
The silver pink flesh of salmon
Emerald sea weed and Electric blue
Dance on our Shield.
What pearls lie in the sign?
Schaaldrake Unreeled from the Well,
The conscious net.
The day of the Dolphin Gulf prayer,
calling all Oystery’s hero’s.
Winds blow above the abyss of humanity
Deep space
Mind link sleeping beauty on the sea bed.
Awake.
A clamber of underwater shimmers
“What the devil’s covering you, old directors?”
Holy floor, must be peak oil time!
Fisherman on fire, Oil brigade, fire brigade
What Sustenance?
Entangled oil pipline artery of earth rot?
Well well well, Oil be damned!
The dead seamen-oil-blood transfusion.
The workers that died, the injured?
Investigative poetry safety bill,
The profit margin and depths of energy mob
Investment.
The TAX dodge.
The Tectonic shifts and shafts of geopolitics.
The ocean gods versus the greedy monkey man.
Swallow the shilly-shally sea
And go a’ rummaging
Through tears,
Craft a dam good idea.
Boom, boundary and boundary dissolution
Be A solution
The ocean, the salt.
Oil and sea water mixed.
A mussel bound with a wisdom tongue in a Dutch
Pit, Venus in shell, A tongue enters shell.
That feminine Scallop.
Yes, make love, and drill for love
In a land bed, not a sea bed,
Drilling for oil, making death.
Beware the starfish and oystercatchers
The Condi Rice tankers,
Our boat enters the earshells of Leviathon.
Invisible on a mind wave,
Seers are feeding,
We meditate on bivalvia underground chants
We grow new ears from our Gulf of tears.
Total germs and a fake Sunflower
A suspect Shell and five sided fuel mob are
Apprehended by Sea worms.
Please dive off the Euro board, twist and tuck pike
Summersault in James Juice.
Send word, make merry love.
Hoily Houses Haunt the Oystery sauce.
The currents of Oysery in the Musselmen’s mind.
How to Oil the machine and then stir, sir?
Who distributes it, how?
Scallop filtration of nature’s Mouth pit.
The Dogon Dragon’s of ocean deep
Breathing black smoke
The mouth to hell.
Up comes,
Hermaphrodite of the black-gold waters.
Global eyes of the oceanic gleam
Where Ibskal speak of sea diamonds, pearls
Nommo booty.
Do not disturb the Calm mud.
Look Deep, look well , Deeper.
Lick the James Juice-oil, drink the poison
And ride the snake to the pit of Saint DEA,
Eat them all, spit fire and burn off.
To planet Exo-Clamboil.
Go drill land if you must drill.
Elders send word of Hopi,
Inducing Amanita Mollusca.
Sometides wash nutrients up Ripples of the great
Allrudy wish-ways, ripples and
Baron periwinkles dimples.
Smiles.
Chevrollop, clamswallop, wham, Bully Peakoil
Big Shh’ galaxy, in silence.
Sit ans send ‘word’ shaman styles.
Get roots, touch and ingest earth.
And inside the noble clam chamber
Mr. Mussel finds shelter from transfusions
And Cockledoom on a dinner plate. He says:
“Oh shil, you supermajor logo shystirs.
Rumble of waves around scalloped edge
Where Venus teleports - to visit ecstatic ten-thousand
Million hundred gallons.
And Brand new standards, drink the ocean ink
Of clam soup, Ingest the Hoily Ocean Extracts
Spit fire and burn of excess Vapourdiz
Wade through the bauxite,
Don’t step on our eggshares
Show foresight. Transparent business
Transparent waters, in soiled by fuel addiction.
Juice the wellwell markets, be merry,
Ppeak into these eggshawls. Schelp,
I need some clammy mammy?
Muscle and sperm of capitol, testoss and hydrocarbons,
Spilling on land, sea and air. Who’s share
Who...and how?
Thankyou, the pearls really shine.
500 Million years of Scallop evolution
Sculpted from chalk with tyme.
Real Crotch Oil spread and royal flush
Roe Smoothie ripple?
The synchro-swimming around,
Mixing a schaal Pink into the rusty current.
Shellfish swim for Global ecosystem
And it’s edges.
Interconnected, balanced, shared biological systems
Ecological logic and example, begging to be copied
By Human industry, ECOnomic.
The taste and the Zap,
Filtering compost on a sea-bed,
The underwater awakening like Fungus,
The Clam infiltrates the swill.
To Clam the cap, and Clam the leak.
Shell shaped filler, nature’s way has your answer
Physics of plugging.
Heaven and Hell,
The birth canal off Lucifer von Periwinkle and his
Turned Kingdom of Oilmen! Lo,
The Darth Vader, using modern technology:
The force,
To extract fuel from our mothers vitalorgans
The chatter and Swell at the centre of the Earth.
The Venus Princess and the Vulva of life,
New birth.
Up against the rig,
Marian’s well like a Mermaid's pool
Moist and as a peachy love nest.
Master of devices and of painted Green weeds.
Help us Grow. Overcome Oils vices.
A Pilgrim Artefact slyjacked.
Van Gogh’s Sunflowers stolen by British thieves.
Marian! Murmur and maid,
With comb and mirror,
Homeless, bedless.
Comb exchanged for a clam-pick to pluck
Our Lyre songs of ocean goddesses vs.
Godsoilmen.
Merry tinkles of shells and deep-blues for heads.
Shimmer of garments, skirt trim with coral.
Oh yeah, to schell the proof to buy the truth.
Can’t buy these shell shoes sir.
Only our boat is for sail.
Sea Red and sigil read
Backwards. Michelle, and her pink mantle.
Swimming with our vows
To explore the edges of the Sun behind
The sun, the Sirius star system of
Galactic ideas, focused on the Gulf Hole.
Elixir of Baron Periwinkle
To makes a tasty tipple.
A plug mixture, to cap the hole with a
Fungus cap. An intelligent goo.
A tale of a virus so vile to us! Oil.
With a treacherous hijacked Scallop
Snapping at your toe,
Hoily mollusc of Saint James,
Protect all sea life.
Claims the clams that a clamp down on
Periwinkle’s clump, a cap oer’ the hole to hell
Dive down and pry benearth,
Think.
The Venus Mermaiden’s
Have risen from the sea to show you how
She-sails.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Petition to try to save the What? Centre
WHAT? CENTRE TO CLOSE IN OCTOBER.
After 25 years of The What? Centre being in the Borough and helping thousands of young
people and their parents and wider family, we will close in October unless we can persuade the
Local Authority to make a ‘U turn’ on their decision to cut all of their funding for our service.
WHAT CAN YOU DO TO HELP US?
1.
Sign our petition either in the street or at the Centre
2.
Help to fill our graffiti wall with positive comments about the Centre
3.
Join our facebook
4.
Take some petition forms and get them filled in by your colleagues
5.
Email us with your stories about the What? Centre and how it has helped you on
thewhatcentre@aol.com
6. Help us with writing funding bids
7. Contact your Local MP or councilors or leader of the Council Anne Milward
8. Write letters to the newspapers, i.e. Stourbridge News, Dudley News and Express
and Star expressing your concerns.
Thank you for all your help, without you it will be impossible to have any hope of turning
around this decision. Telephone No: of What? 01384 379992. Address : 23 Coventry Street,
Stourbridge DY8 1EP.
Petition to try to save the What? Centre
Petition summary:The Local Authority has cut our funding for advice work. This means almost certain closure of the What? Centre
Action petitioned for:
We, the undersigned, are young people and partners of the What? Centre who urge our council leaders to re-think their decision to cut 100% of the funding they provide to this service
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Please return this petition to The What? Centre, 23 Coventry Street, Stourbridge DY8 1EP
This petition will be presented to John Polychronakis, Chief Executive of Dudley Council & Anne Millward, Lead Member for Dudley Council
Friday, July 2, 2010
Who What Why Where When? Stour CLAY?
Up the Stourbridge Glass cone went our lonely hero.
Up and out the top of great Glass factory where
Stourbridge Clay lead to a Crystal meme sale
Of Wonka.
Of Wonka.
Royal Clay from the earth,
Mud and clay people, clay artists
And what is Industry? Who owns it and how?
Sandstone and Rocks of earth,
Geological formations, coal, bones, calcium
Oil are from the earth, how can we own them?
Who’s industry and patent, who’s business?
Earth business and man business.
Trees and paper.
Rivers and River banks.
The Indus Tree
The Rowen Tree
The Great World Tree
Twig Drizzle.
The Rowen Tree
The Great World Tree
Twig Drizzle.
What is money and how did it get that way
In Stourbridge
Who set the gold standard?
How are Royals majestic?
Why no Glass pipes in Stourbridge?
Who’s pencil that draws the boundary
Who’s eye’s to perceive the line, the divisions
And divisions.
Who’s visions and translations of God.
Who’s Christ Jesus story,
Who’s pen, who’s now
Who’s when?
What Gods give the all seeing eye?
Who’s shepherd and who’s sheep?
Where in the small print?
What authority do you claim on this earth here?
Who’s feet and hands walked and dug,
Work for who and for what?
God and Earth, God or Earth.
Who measures the weight,
How did the instruments get that way?
What is your margin of error tolerance?
What about humans who did not vote
How can you represent us, Oh Politician?
How can you represent Earth or God
Truth and sanity?
How do you represent?
What media do you share, what is private
And what is public representation.
All property maybe theft,
All things may lead back to earth
Why laws prohibiting Marijuana and LSD
And tax breaks for Monsanto, Glaxosmith?
Open source education, on-line schooling
Open Source Omniversity is underway
I am a proponent of the shared arts of
Education.
We are the Maybe Logic Academy
See Magick, NLP, and Non-Euclidean politics.
We are the representatives of the Black Country
We draw the lines and erase the boundaries
We are the creative heart of the Blackcountry
Writers, poets, painters, sculptors, dancers.
What Royal stamp?
What Royal stamp?
Art is our shared language of resistance
To reshape and edit our worlds, shared worlds
Shared Inhabited realities, built by urban Shaman
Shared through voluntary risk and struggle.
Artists and the equivalence theory?
10’000 hours of hard crafting and grafting
vs. 5 seconds it takes sign a contract?
And forward along the credit,
Borrowed from the Royal chest,
Bottomless, Jewel encrusted and in league
With the printers of the majestic paper?
Who makes the paper Majestic and how?
What economic knowledge?
Excuse me, usury?
Basic truth of fairness and equality
Humanity.
To have equal share of the profits
Divided honestly and equally,
Economics without distortion and the
Genghis Kahn virus:
The biggest and most powerful,
The richest and most brutal
Rule.
I present Open Source Economies
Transparency and new Social Credit systems
Employment seems a kind of disease,
Spreading bad business practice, bully boy tactics
Lawyer Run Capitalism.
The core of Conservative Rule.
The core of Deaf Labour,
And even the liberals hate the poor
What of sub minorities?
Why highlight something as flimsy as race?
To base wrongheaded policy and funding scheme?
What do you mean?
You do not represent me, my friends and my experiences
Within the territory you claim to represent.
In fact everything you say it is, it isn’t.
British Labour danced in a conservative agenda dressed in
Blood Red bondage gear.
Another Christian evangelical called Blair,
In league with Bush and Cheney.
Hello...corporal Malvern.
We have seen your continued conservative trickery
Over 34 years.
Every day in Britain, under the boot of the Big
London Banks, the Christian American Business
Partnership.
The discrimination against minorities,
Against self owning ones, against social co-operatives
From Thatcher to Major, to Blair, to Brown and Cameron.
No change in the crying game, the lies, the support
Of military intervention for private interest
Continued useless and failed, failing
Multi Billion Pound
Multi Billion Pound
War on some drugs, and the Irony of British Opium history
Poppy fields and Government Heroin cartels.
Oh, don’t start me to talking,
And backing up my lines with historical evidence.
Labour/Conservative, what is the difference?
Politics has become a business game show,
Played by some families with large fortunes.
Why do we love our Royalty so much?
And so our political leaders and goons that beg pardons
Beg spies and join the privileged classes.
The language of Army Majors, the
Mind of a serial killer and temper of a psychopath.
The role of a modern representative is best described as
Henchmen of the Devil and his
Lawyer Run Apocalypse
Lawyer Run Apocalypse
John Adams came to Town in 1786.
Lo! The gravity of the situation
The measure of damage and death, destruction
Globally based on British rule
Balanced with the great help we give foreign nations?
Our Industry and Heritage is the double cross system.
Getting the otherside to work for us,
Laywer Run Capitalism and Banking Monopoly
American, Dutch and Swiss Banks.
Abe Lincoln say what?
American, Dutch and English slavery history?
Why make a man work for what is inherently his?
The Earth and God within, without and throughout all men
All space and time?
What of light? Who owns light?
Can you really buy a star and name it?
What if the stars named you?
What is a Stourbridge Clay Kitchenette?
