FRANCIS BACON

Remake re-
ality
(in) another
art [ ... ] [ ... ]

turpentine
smeared w/ paint
thick 'n' thin
a tactile medium/
semen 'n' shit               
light 'n' dark
evoking
polyp tones.

VISUAL SHOCK

deforming
('n')
reforming
in [a] shorthand
(of) sensation 
expressing
(the)
starkness of
the image ...

asthma suff-
ocation
in orgasm [and] ...

 ...  meaning / mean[ing]
nothing / noth[ing]
itself and
nothing else

VISUAL SHOCK

... (the) movement in
(a)
photograph

(the)
position[ing]
in radi-
ography 

VISUAL SHOCK

the mouth [ ... ]
rather like
a Turner
(w/)
vibrations
 of colour

VISUAL SHOCK





BILL GRIFFITHS


Noising out the three centuries
(of) a transit long-base cattle gridding slow
sounds like
                    x / x / x / x / x /
that unskeltoning of beowulfness

Music, music, return intuitive tunefulness.
Amongst moontorched mistletoe and oak's
snug, sleeping buds.

Sea's own spring season's tide,
swell coastal, bloat rivulets
and flood fertile the alluvial plains
of willow.  Old name: welig.
Lie Avalon, Bill Griffiths, amongst
(the) hawk moth's withy beds,
(and) blue tip / red tip
butterflies.
Meditate in a tobacco trance
of widow-wise curls of smoke [ ... ]
In vigorous youth, you,
the pretty, petty thief of poetry's museum.
[ ... ] and swell Saxon craft
and recede Renaissance style,
weave wicker baskets, joy in making.
Sound like
                  x ( xxx ) / x ( x ) x
                  / \ x x /
and sound like
                        oily lined.





THE ELDORADO CLUB

Tomb rubble - weed blanket muffled,
nettle lost, silent, the silence of
musicians' fingers, nails ripped
from roots.  Roots exploring a
chaos of clay and history's detritus's
riddles.  Fragments of Youtube's
quiet cabaret, see you dancing,
Anita Berber dancing -
stiff nippled and oiled.
Did showgirls slide down
a giant cocaine razor-blade to
the rhythms of poetry?  Expressionism,
Davidoff  cigars and Cristal
                        ... audience ...
Pierre Seel's lover ... gone.
Eldorado Club - emptied out.
[...]  Music fades into tin bucket
echos and alsatians barking.





WALTER SICKERT


Come Camden wanderer,
enter the murder room:
your staged scene.

Smudge its (the) boundaries ...
the image ... brush stab it.
                    ... brush stab it.

Wear your red scarf,
(with a)
history of violence
to tell them
her story of violence.

Blur it / Blur it
vigourous
masturbatory fit,
colour-blind it w/ textured dirt
and pink Krakatoa's light.

Raise it, raise penny-dreadful/
gorge your impressionism [ ... ]
exploit educated taste
[ ... ] in a vomitorium of blood.


   Alec Newman 2012