Guerrilla Firm – Mali Clements and Paul Hawkins

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The collaborational piece between Mali and I for Camaradefest II…

Guerrilla Firm

Impressions: a wet-cowboy
fresh off the 149 bus,
bacon-mouth
pressure-mapping
God bless you Dear Beloved,
wetly impressed,
inverted shapes

the creases on a pigs ear; combining pink
and branded

pink and branded,
underlined by a white roll
as our feet and metres stop their firm bisecting.

Still seeing tribal idiograms in great diagonals
for the impression existed far before us
Danny dilutes into the office,
a drape still across the window
and gravity is scattered all over the hallway and bannisters -

Be-bop-a-lu-la Mrs. Pearson
compliments of the day to you
and all that Russian jazz
marking rectangles pale and darker.

He picks a path
between paper interruptions;
office-delegates
punch chunks of Shakespeare.
Punch chunks of Shakespeare
upon the backs of the women
as polygons set red with light and the sex.

Poolside
IDS tongues the gravy;
mouth plus food
incarnadine or rectory
equals eat.

Amongst open-lid photocopies,
a small page of text underlined;
thin serifs point Danny’s eyes left to right;
three flat-bottomed domes
and a vulva beside

tripping over dark punctuation,
circles and diagonals and triangles
rise from the surface,
clench-ripple muscles around the shaft to reach the church
he notices the answerphone blinking
lonely green lights.
His forefinger indexes play
as a corner of fallen bedding
lies half-covering a small page
.
we didn’t appreciate your not cleaning
any of the kitchen cupboards
or removing the pistachio shells
from down the back of the sofa.
We didn’t appreciate your sigh in the strip,
turning pages quickly into overlaps
and stacks
puts us to shame
above the order of the floorboards in the downstairs back room.

There was no loo roll
(you promised you’d leave some) either.

In the toilet zone
Danny reads old co-ordinates;
the strip-light flashes,
more definitely toned
in awareness of market value
,
adrenaline unloads down neural pathways
making his portfolio zing
and the compliments of the day

I will have 30% of the money
You will have 40% of the money

lying stretched radially and odd.
Don’t try asserting the remuneration
The two of us have 58% of the entire money
Your money today or work?

He flicks GOD HELP US onto the wall,
in header bold
.
Render you 50 for a hundred
then adds (she’s my bank, she’s my bailiff).

A pulse in his neck
trembles like a small bird (a hot thrush).
With chlorine tang
Danny wishes he could fly
through stars into West Africa
with the Director of Customer Services.
And the noise of copper dull
Troy, who believed in the noise of dull copper,
the flushing shuffle of paper,
dollar legitimacy
replaces posters of popstars on the walls,
compound marginals…

Alphabets formed across modernist-looking fauna and Gods,
Danny remembers his Aunt Dolly;
she believed in the dignity of her front doorstep
and her worst fear; led by fingers
and the blank bottoms of pages
:
a modernist-looking building
oxygen quiver
with a slightly nautical design.

He leaves the office,
click here to run fingers red into angles,
soft hued and edgeless,
co-ordinates,
spine to side
no underwear
,
resolving to bench press his hair
and chew his gums raw.
Ongoing guerrilla conditions apply.
Breathe in morning
bench press chest hair
.

Mali Clements and Paul Hawkins (Oct. 2014)

Camaradefest II

Text poet/artist Mali Clements and I collaborated and performed at SJ Fowler’s Camaradefest ii along with 98 other poets all collaborating in pairs, at London’s Rich Mix. A superb day of experimental performances, which are all up on youtube.

Camaradefest II

I’m about to start working on a collaboration with text based poet Mali Clements to perform at

Camaradefest II

(part of SJ Fowler’s Enemies project)

Saturday October 25th 2014
The Rich Mix Arts Centre, main space, Bethnal Green London
12 noon til late​​​​ : free entry

100 poets – 50 pairs – one day

Starting at 12 noon and running all day, Camaradefest w​​ill present 50 brand new collaborative works involving 100 poets working in pairs. A unique one day festival of collaborative poetry.

There will be some unique collaborations between some brilliant poets

I’m really looking forward to this…

There are videos of performances from the first Camaradefest in 2013 here

Sourcing the A12, memory, protest and Claremont Road 30/09/14

Paul Hawkins:

WARNING
This Influx Press project will contain poetry. Paul Hawkins tracking place/waste/dissent along the route of the M11 Link Road in London E10+E11.

Originally posted on place waste dissent in London E10/E11 by poet Paul Hawkins:

sourcing the beginnings

all photos by Sarer Scotthorne

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this one was taken by me, Paul Hawkins

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Marrakech

Been recording poems from Contumacy with Bristol musician and artist Andrew Neil Hayes.
Here’s Marrakech…

Marrakech :: Paul Hawkins by Paul Hawkins on Mixcloud

The 50//FIFTY

Poet Paul Hawkins wrote 50 words a day in his fiftieth year on this planet.

Collageist Michael Harford responded weekly with a collage to 50 words emailed to him by Paul.

The 50//FIFTY website

Week 25 #180 (n+3)

week 25

My old man’s a dustman
My old manatee’s a dux
My old mandala’s a dyke
My old mandible’s a dynamo
My old mandril’s a dysentery
My old manganese’s a dyspepsia
My old manger’s an eagle
My old mangrove’s an earl
My old mannikin’s an easel
My old mannequin’s an ecclesiastic