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I'm an inconsistent artist, hugely distracted by life. I create in a variety of media including words, pictures, food and laundry. I do it because I can't seem to not. Sometimes it's fun.

Life, the universe, and flarf.

6 January 2015

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Results of having Googled 'what is the answer'

I wrote this flarf poem in the first few days of this New Year, having written almost nothing for a month. I hope it sparks the imagination and provides the reader with a fresh, unique perspective on life.  Flarf seems to have come about by accident. It began as a send-up, a bit of a lark, by Gary Sullivan, to bring out the inherent awfulness, etc., of some pre-existing text. Flarf his now an accepted and respectable way to generate poetry. Flarf is taken seriously. Poets enjoy writing it...

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Assisted dying - two poems I wrote earlier

16 January 2015

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Poem 1 Retirement in Abingdon UK isn’t like in Oregon USA here we get assistance to live with independence there the doctors help you  toss your controversial life away on the dubious basis that pain removes your ability to die with dignity on google and yahoo the issue is in no way similar to euthanasia for when suffering is terminal and someone kindly kills you say thank you and smile as they put down the lid on you your shoes soon filled  by someone youthful someone...

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Memory: A picture and some words

30 January 2015

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The two greatest loves of my mother's life were the colour green and dancing. She dressed in green as often as possible and drooled at green items in shop windows. Dancing was an escape from drudge, the hope and potential for wealth and glamour. But it was among the many things my mother took too seriously to enjoy, so it was never fun. She took me to a dancing lesson, possibly just the one because I was in hospital for most of my childhood. We lived in Romford Essex at the time. We...

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