tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25505381798229462762024-03-05T06:02:21.130-08:00 Trev Teasdel - Poet Reprobate!Trev's rock poetry, flashing fictions, surreal stories and poetic lyrics and photographs. Trev Photographic, Poetic, Lyricalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174137651879505183noreply@blogger.comBlogger179125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550538179822946276.post-52172771756372787792019-11-07T06:07:00.001-08:002019-11-07T06:07:14.295-08:00Trev Teasdel - Poet Reprobate - Pinned Welcome Page<h2 style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Welcome to the Poet Reprobate Website!</span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Trev Teasdel has been a longstanding creative catalyst, creative writing tutor, arts and educational development worker, lyricist, songwriter and performing poet.</span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Above you will find links to other sites I run.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">On this page, a little bit about me, and alink to my free poetry / flashing fiction ebooks on the <b>Issuu</b> platform.These are in the form of flipbooks - easy to view and flip like a real book.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">On this page a sample of the performance poetry - <i>Hey Up What's the Crack!</i> - the words and a vid of the ranting poem with guitar.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Below this page - my 7 ebooks (more to come including my Selected lyrics "<i>Electra's Boudoir</i>." This are previews of the PDF's version stored on Google Drive.You can click back to read them full size.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Below the books,some samples of the works with audio versions.</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"My friend, Trev Teasdel, has published these freebie ebooks of his totally unique musings and dada surrealist observations and pithy stream of consciousness</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">. There is often a grain of something profound that resonates. He's a word-juggler, a verb prancer and a conjurer of imagery that makes you frequently smile or even laugh out loud. Some of his work reminds me of the kind of things Bob Dylan wrote on the back of his early albums, or </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">John Lennon's '</span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In his own write</i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">' type of style. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He's giving it away. Take it baby, take a little piece of his art." </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Trev is available for poetry performance gigs - sample of work here - </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">trev.photographic @gmail.com </span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">About the books.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">These books contain dynamic flashing fictions, word-streams, images, instant stories, poems and imaginative introductions to youtube videos and photographs posted on my Facebook and other blogs, between 2008 - 2015. They range from the wildly surreal, imagistic, offbeat, autobiographical, erotic, political, social, witty, humorous and mystical and some of my photographs / photomontages. I have likened these diverse pieces to holograms coming through a lilac canopy! You might even guess some of the songs that inspired them! Some of the wilder pieces may be NSFW (Not suitable for work!”).</span></div>
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Trev Teasdel - A Short Autobiology!</h2>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Trev was born in a rush of wind in 1951, down home Coventry, </span><br />
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much to the surprise of the Countess Godiva and her horsemen. Here he etched his early song lyrics, wrote 'A Lotta Rain is Fallin' with Pete Waterman, ran Hobo, Coventry Music and Arts Magazine and the Hobo Workshop where the early Two Tone started in the basement below. In 1980, he came to Teesside to do a degree in the Humiliations and passed with honours - on through the Management Committee of Community Arts Middlesbrough, Teesside Writers' Workshop and the New Poetry Scene. He was performance poet turned co-editor of Voice of the North, co-founder of Outlet and the Write Around Festival, The Writers' Cafe gigs at ARC in Stockton and Georgian Theatre. Along the way, he published <i>The Escaped Poet, Poet Reprobate, Nightfall in Sorrento</i> - anthologies of his poems and a Gnome Label album of his songs <i>Songs From the Coventry Underground</i> 2007. He won the Northern </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">here and awarded by poet <b>Keith Armstrong</b>, for his work in developing the Teesside poetry scene in the 1980's and beyond.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is the hub for the poetry / lyrics / stories and flashing fictions of <b>Trev Teasdel</b> and all poetical work is copyright.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Trev's work, in addition to the PDF versions on this site, are also available in flipbook form on Issuu - click the link and then click on a book to view. Some of the books on Issuu are embedded here but for the latest ones you need to click here as Issuu have changed things around or view the PDF versions when you scroll down this site! Books not on the Issuu preview here are The Lost Scrolls of the Apekalypse / Born in Atlantis / A Cheap Novel in a Backstreet Charity Shop. Click here for them. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Nightfall in Sorrento</b> published first in 2007 as a chapbook</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Escaped Poet </b>- 1984 (Trev's first printed chap book published by <i>The Poetic Licence Collective</i>)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Holograms From the Lilac Canopy</b> - 2015</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Picasso's Secret Cafe and The Planet of Debt</b>. - 2016</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Lost Scrolls of the Apekalypse</b> - 2017</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Born in Atlantis</b> - 2018</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>A Cheap Novel in a Backstreet Charity Shop</b> - 2019</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://trevteasdellyrics.blogspot.com/">Electra's Boudoir</a></b> - Trev's Selected poetic song lyrics - 1968 - 2018</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Poet Reprobate - </b>Trev's second printed chap book first published in 1985 by The Poetic Licence Collective - currently being revised and updated.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Dirty Stop Outs Of Coventry - 1970's and 1980's Ruth Cherrington</b> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Trev and much of his Coventry music scene archives are also featured in two recent publications about the Coventry music scene in the 1970's and 80s - Dirty Stop Outs - Coventry in the 1970's and the follow up in the 1980's - </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Trev's <b>Songs From the Coventry Underground</b> - Broadgate </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Gnome label published 2007 - about to be revised, added to and re-released I think by Gnome. </span><a href="https://trevteasdelsongs.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>https://trevteasdelsongs.blogspot.com/</b></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Nightfall in Sorrento</b>, published in 2007, contain Trev's performance poems will be viewable on here or as a Flip Book on Issuu below. You can download a PDF version by logging in or creating an account with the Issuu Publishing Platform this is on.</span><br />
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This a more recent book - again the flashing fictions and poems will be illustrated on this blog - but also viewable as a Flip book here via Issuu.
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<b>Picasso's Secret Cafe and the Planet of Debt</b>
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<b>The Escaped Poet</b> My first book produced in 1985, published by the Poetic Licence Collective.
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<br />Trev Photographic, Poetic, Lyricalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174137651879505183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550538179822946276.post-41501272652853154642019-11-07T06:07:00.000-08:002020-02-08T08:29:01.950-08:00Nightfall in Sorrento - Trev Teasdel<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">First published in 2007 by <b>Glass Orange Publications</b> as a physical poetry book, containing most of the performance poems written for and performed at <b>The Writers' Cafe</b> gigs in Stockton Tees and elsewhere. <br /><br />This is a fully revised digital version produced in 2018 with </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>The Escaped Poet</b> was the first poetry chapbook I produced, published by <b>The Poetic Licence Collective</b> 1984. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There's ghost inertia on the fringe of passion</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The Art of Martial sex is well in fashion</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You get sex by text - whatever next!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Hey up! What's the Crack? Alack alack</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>What's the Crack?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Humanoids on a downward track.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Trainspotting clones called Smith and Jones</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Bug your deepest thoughts via mobile phones</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Put credit-debtors in French-letters</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with horse betters and ant petters </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Hey up! What's the Crack? Alack alack</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>What's the Crack?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Humanoids on a downtown track.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Goat-farmer from Kathmandu</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Is wise to your Karma and illusion of you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This material world for those who fail</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To see the light in this urbanic trail.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Hey up! What's the Crack? Alack alack</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>What's the Crack?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Humanoids clickety clack a downward track.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There's a carboot sale on a virtual beach</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with a plastic snail and a slice of quiche</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and a shopping mall for personality</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This banality's free on Reality TV</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Hey up! What's the Crack? Alack alack</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>What's the Crack?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Humanoids slide down the chimney stack.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You get post-grad cash-back</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">For shagging in the love-shack</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A 6-pack, fast-track; 0% APR, the money goes far</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A free toy car, so there you are!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Hey up! What's the Crack? Alack alack</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>What's the Crack?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Humanoids caught on a salesman's camera trap.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Give me Caffrey's, give me wine</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This Circe society has turned you to swine.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In this fiscal boom, you are what you consume</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A two-timed dildo under a lover's moon.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Hey up! What's the Crack? Alack alack</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>What's the Crack?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Humanoids slide down the snakes and adders track.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's true, it's true, life is a Vindaloo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Hot with passion, too highly spiced for you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Slow down, slow down, examine your vision</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Your life is a bank</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Instant credit, instant decision</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Hey up! What's the Crack? Alack alack</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>What's the Crack?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Humanoids on a downward track.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was born to be wild, a wild thing running free, a bowler-hatted Steppenwolf on the steep Steppes of Santa-Anyplace. I rode a six string saxophone with a left-field pickup truck, swinging in the trees and looking to get lucky. A power-chord primate with intuitive ignition, I radioed my intentions intensely. I was Lay Lady Lay in a lay-by near Las Lascivious fretting over her laid-back arpeggios. Nothing makes sense in a wild town, you have invent all your own meanings and feed them back down, town to town. I wasn't born to be understood, I peeled the fruit of life on the run. Outside Sacramento we were Monkey Magnifico, our amps ran off with the lost chord of the planet and the audience were torn between ovation and disgust. Well that's rock n roll for ya!! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Last Sundays performance,opening for the very first Cutty Bang Cabaret show at the Music Lounge, Stockton on Tees. Most of the 20min set (15 mins) was caught on camera by <b>Comicus Organicus</b>. Featuring <i>Nightfall in Sorrento, Hey Up What's the Crack, The Hypocratic Oath, Joe Toe Rag, Summer Nights - Bourbon Barbecue, Strip Jack Naked, The Stocking Exchange, Down Our Street, Dance and R & B (The Surround Sound), We Talked for Ages</i>.</span><br />
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<i style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"We made trunk calls under the Elephant post, bought platform tickets for our platform heels, flared our jeans for the patchwork pubs, went Loco in the Locarno, lurched outside the Lanch, queuing for tickets for T. Rex, gold blend beer in the Golden Cross, diving down the 'Dive bar, hippies, punks and bikers, silken memories of disco dancing, a wedge of memories in a radical bookshop, Two Tone chipshop or Mouldy Old Dough, last bus home or stopping out late, boom town, ghost town, Hilltop lovers with cobblestone lives, E type memories and Su</span></i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">nbeam smiles, we assembled the music, tuned our engines and stepped out in top gear." </i></span><span style="font-size: small;">Trev Teasdel</span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Summer nights, bourbon barbecue, smoke ranches in the sky, clashing glasses, Ian </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Van Dahl and drunken voices over the fence. Talking football, talking shop, in a </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">flap and talking crap. Pert and flirting and unskirting comes the fight. Jilted lovers </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">under covers, would be lovers undiscovered. The thin and fatio under parasol and on </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">the patio. The cuckold husband, no solution, lost in the din and noise pollution. The </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">sociable and anti social, the boastful and the meek, scranning wine and scraggy </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">meat. The neighbours all have complaints but they themselves are never saints. Summer nights and some are pregnant. Full moon rising with its advertising the </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">swaying stars in racing cars. No one’s sober, no one’s sane the </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">fireworks stuck in </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">next door’s drain. Early morning, the sun’s not dressed, stumbles through the </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">debris in his pants and vest. The king of puke with his golden hangover graffities </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">on next door’s Rover. Boobtube, youtube, Ian Van Dahl, it’s </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">all ‘<i>Castles in the </i></span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Sky</i>’!</span></span><br />
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<b><br /></b>Trev Photographic, Poetic, Lyricalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174137651879505183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550538179822946276.post-39311056917408931122016-10-26T12:15:00.000-07:002017-07-29T15:30:54.744-07:00Panavision Motion<b><span style="font-size: large;">Panavision Motion</span></b><br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I was born in a movie, learned to walk like a star, cameras rolling. I threw my </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">tantrums across the set and balled out the director. I lived in Panavision motion, </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">high definition, a technicolour visionette of half improvised script. I could </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">acquiesce for burlesque, say ' <i>aloe vera</i> ' to Christina Aguilera, plug into R&B and </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">belt out ' <i>Something's Got a Hold of me </i>'. I took the credits and stuffed the critics </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">and cheated on Google Glass . They called me iconic but I played it ironic </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">whenever Christina would sing...</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Walking along the streams of consciousness, through buttressed leaves in kick crumble rouge, past sloping off boats tugging at their moorings, past gates to huge houses, slipways slipping into the Thames to feed u bend swans fresh baked breadlets, past bent backed hedges with tanglehair dreams and lean over fences and trees that reach up to the giant’s nest and the blowbubble clouds with tingledrop raindrops that fall on caught out blouses and coiffured hairscapes, while dogs chase the illusions of rabbits that spill from a cast off top hat jammed in the hedgerow awaiting the applause of a Drury Lane matinee, while taxies cutcorners to pick up cutout commuters from their briefcased compartments and deliver them quickly to laptop lovers with microsoft thighs and dropdown menus before evening news and dinner for two on a punt down near Windsor while couples tell lies that neither believes as a matter of ritual and just to fill in time till the call of the duvet and feather down pillows in the lovertime night with it’s dreams of long winding rivers with trees that look like people and ducks that talk Norman and swans that sell cakes to passerby joggers in trainers and leggings that bounce on the leaves where rabbits lure dogs with the illusion of food and magicians lose hats in a spell under the stars and back by the streams where consciousness rushes before walking by the banks of the Thames flowing home to its mansion of the sea with it’s fishmaid servants and butler whales and ships that just seem to pass in the night..</span><br />
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<b>Life on Streetview</b></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">looking up </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">forgotten women, forgotten pals that got mixed up in our dreams decades </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">before when we were the hell raisers. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The no-care </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">youth of the world, oozing with </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">ideas; crapping ourselves with creativity; dreaming of new eras; moving on the </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">goalposts of what was possible; dreaming big but dreaming small; far from the </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">smell of making money, free of the watchers and corporate control freaks, where </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">love was the currency and ideas were the street map. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The world was one country </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">with interlinking cultures, the soul was our passport, the passion our engine. We </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">were the architects of alternatives, we believed in other ways. We slept in damp </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">alleys crying with sterility and dreamed with the archimage of how we could </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">change everything that was wrong for this planet; and the music was unbelievable </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">and cut to the chase and the poetry broke all of its rules and the books undid all the </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">forced learning and we spoke with the heart and we spoke from our passion and we </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">moved like greased lightning and painted the streets with rainbows of diversity and </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">believed in each other and believed we could do better and we chased the old </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">world into a corner of history. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>Trev Photographic, Poetic, Lyricalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174137651879505183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550538179822946276.post-69639854408217973242016-10-26T12:02:00.000-07:002017-08-02T04:13:08.134-07:00The Tale of Joey Quantum<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Joey Quantum came on like a waveform but posed as a particle when the press were present. He'd do his double slit trick but ended up in some parallel dimension after a comedy of errors brought him to his knees. Soon after, disappearing into dark matter, a legend grew up around him. Joey reappeared from his double dip disappearance some months later and got featured in <i>Natural Geodesic</i>, deciphering esoteric mistletoe sculptures in outer Mongolia. It was there I got to know him, sunbaked in some oasis thinking it was a mirage. Joey had calmed down a lot, he'd been through a lot of scenes and dimensions and knew how to handle relationships. Joey met this violinist in some bordello on the border and all the way along on a Sampan in Shandong, she was playing along to the radio and Joey heard his name....it was hard to recall the curves of her melody but Joey described her as pure space, ever more mysterious the closer you got.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The world of men seemed obsessed with the acquisition of collected atoms, possessions, territories. They clashed like Titans, blasted apart atomic structures and rejoiced in war. Joey knew too much to fall for this illusion, what the Hindus call Maya. A chance mutation in his genetic structure had opened his mind to endless possibilities and viewpoints, all happening at once. Joey wanted to help his fellow men but how would he explain!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The papers had it in for him, they defined him in a headline, they demonised him by association, they exposed his sex life, trashed his words of wisdom, cut up his letters to read as something else, but Joey was an a kind of illusionist, escaping their hold and challenging their grip on reality. He defied all their predictions, confounded their plots with his spontaneity and led them on a chase. One day, they would wake up with a strange notion that the world wasn't quite all it seemed. They were like laboratory rats kept in darkness, soon their eyelids would lift to a new reality. This would be his strategy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I wanted to get Joey's story down on paper, I had a deadline and an impatient editor but nothing made sense. It would take a whole new language, a fluidity of concepts and an inter-sensory medium to even get close to getting a handle on Joey Quantum! I wasn't up for the job, a limp pen in a dark ink but I did get close to the violinist. Joey made love to her on some whole other level but we just did the physical. The three of us were like chords on her violin, she'd run her bow across us and the air would vibrate with a calming knowledge. I learnt from Joey that love was a communion of waves and atoms operating on different wavelengths. Love wasn't about possession but about letting go of concepts. Nothing was separate. I couldn't quite grasp it all but I had opened myself to learning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It came on news, one day after sundown, they had Joey down as an alien, surrounded him in the mountains, aimed their guns towards him. Joey was non-violent, and I knew he could handle himself. How many Joeys' did they see through their sights? Joey was everywhere and nowhere, their bullets unpredictable in their trajectory. The Military put it down to oxygen deficiency, high up in the mountains. They made excuses in the press. They never did get Joey Quantum. I still see him from time to time. He was an enigma they couldn't fathom but they had begun to ask questions and that was a start!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We both continued to hang out with the violinist on different levels. Jealousy played no part. Love was a form of communication, a method of learning, a search for meaning, a transcendence of reality. Joey taught me well. I'm glad I met Joey Quantum! His is quite a tale!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">TAGS: WAVE-PARTICLE DUALITY SUPERPOSITION</span>Trev Photographic, Poetic, Lyricalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174137651879505183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550538179822946276.post-72888013940351680792016-10-26T12:00:00.000-07:002017-03-21T11:55:30.571-07:00In the Cool Jazz Basement<h2>
<b>In the Cool Jazz Basement</b></h2>
<span style="font-size: large;">It was past midnight, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the wine was crawling out of the bottle and looking for fun.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Outside,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the streetlamps were taking selfies just to have something to do,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and the drains grinned a metal smile and bore the rain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Over on Smith Street,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">where the cars were <span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>‘</i></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">lowing</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>’</i></span> and stretched out on the side of the road, inmates of a swaying off licence were leaving comments on private thoughts and blogging their daydreams in their digital imaginations.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The town was quiet, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a riot of introspective footsteps stepping through the rain of hopeless austerity with their neon-lit dreams of finding a side-alley to fulfillment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />In the cool jazz basement,</span><span style="font-size: large;">where the lights were discrete, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">her voice rose over the rooftops and sent goosebumps down the chimney pots. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The slim, long-haired beauty made slaves of their ears and eyes and the microphone trembled in her hand. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Back home, where the moon purred on the bed and clawed the duvet, she unzipped and slid into love with him. Her moans set off security alarms on the sidewalks of a distant town where sex was only allowed by showing passports. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Her soul was an ancient city full of learning, culture and wisdom that stretched across the valley and she loved like a universe with hot suns on her tail.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Outside the town hall citizens grappled with true meaning and were rounded up as examples but her voice hit the notes of hope and circled across the town. Her ample breasts and silky skin caused the dawning sky to blush with sun.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Soon the yawning cars would welcome their humans and drive off across the bridge of human duty. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She folded her lovemaking away and put on a serious face to face the day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Driving into the everyday town where decency had been driven out, she longed for the days when humanity would care again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Stopping off in a slow harbour town for coffee and laptop communications, she saved this draft in Word and set about her work.</span></div>
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<b>DOSH, SHACK AND THE FUKKER’S BANK!</b></h2>
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I was sitting in my shack, rocking in my chair and singing the blues with my slide guitar when Dosh from the Fukker’s Bank walked in. He was </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">rollin’ in it and I mean shit! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">He’d got himself bankrolled with a Trillion or two and was giving none of it away. I offered to sell him some of my goddamn poverty at half price but he stalled for advice. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I figure a man ought to make his own decisions but not Dosh he had an industry of </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">advisors and none of them could read darn it! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I hung out with him on the wrong side of the tracks and how he forgot his roots I don’t know but he still managed to hit the sack with my lady, her knickers would come flying across the room and land fresh on my here guitar. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I got a little rhythm going and he made the lady steam, whistle blowin’ God Almighty! Then I pulled him out of bed and kicked the shit out of him. We knew how to live back then and here he was living it again, with my lady! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I figured he wouldn’t mind if I became him for a while seein’ how he was being me in bed with my woman, I took off to Central Howard with all his credentials. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I was mighty well received in the big city and my credit was damn good. I bought me a few countries and changed things around for the better, though old Dosh would never approve! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I gave them all decent homes and helped them set up their own enterprises and made a land fit for humans. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Old Dosh was still fucking hard when I got back and I heard her scream the shack down but old Dosh was now flat broke, only thing is he didn’t know it yet! What’s money for if you don’t spend it and I spent it all for him. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">You might think a trillion or two is hard to spend in such a small space of time but not if you know the right people and I do! I was mighty sore that he had used my lady up like that, her sleeping like a log on the shack floor and all and he was mighty sore too, that I had used up his trillions. But we were old friends and called it quits. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Old Dosh wandered out on the lone highway without a cent to his name. No one paid him any mind and he did without food for a while. Eventually he shacked up with a pair of Cougars, who kept him warm at night and he hunted alongside them. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Well me, I continue to play the slide guitar and I still had a bit of dosh saved up and bought me a bigger place. The money had done a bunch of cities well and their enterprises thrived. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Dosh stops by sometimes, stinking of Cougars. He never did have a lick o’ sense! He takes a shower and I’ll feed him a little oatmeal. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">A man can write his own story but the words have a mind of their own! I said “ <i>Dosh, don’t believe your own hype</i> ” but he was so used to buying his way out trouble he couldn’t see the damage he was doin’. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Dosh was tuned to an open chord, the notes chimed together but no one could hold him down. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The moral of this here story is, if anyone still has any morals “ <i>Never fuck your best friends lady and leave your credentials in yer pants. It could seriously affect your credit rating! </i>” Well that’s about all folks! </span></span><br />
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Trev Photographic, Poetic, Lyricalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174137651879505183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550538179822946276.post-19126981804688788452016-10-26T11:54:00.000-07:002017-03-21T12:12:49.205-07:00Tree Leaves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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tree leaves weave </h3>
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fine filigree fingers</h3>
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through the ether, </h3>
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fine hair receptors </h3>
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in the radio-onic air, </h3>
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transducing knowledge </h3>
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from all earthly forms around.</h3>
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Across the park,</h3>
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beneath the viaduct, </h3>
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a couple holding hands </h3>
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in the electromagnetic field of love.</h3>
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The natural state </h3>
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of the environment </h3>
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hidden from conscious minds.</h3>
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sandcastle banks, </h3>
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where electronic transactions,</h3>
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paradigms for money, </h3>
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vibrate molecules </h3>
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in fibre optic cables </h3>
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to rule the roost, </h3>
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“ <i>destination is no longer a place, but a new<br />way of seeing</i> ”</h3>
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to look deeper </h3>
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with new eyes.</h3>
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<br />Trev Photographic, Poetic, Lyricalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174137651879505183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550538179822946276.post-55689596528799365842016-10-26T11:50:00.000-07:002017-03-21T12:17:05.775-07:00The Flying Mermaid<h2 style="text-align: center;">
<b>The Flying Mermaid</b></h2>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Down at the Flying Mermaid, </span><span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">airborne on real Ale, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">Spitfire or Bombardier, </span><span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">we talked about how we faked our work plans and just winged it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Some of us were gliders and some of us were jets. We took off from a runway and crossed borders we weren’t meant to. We drowned our jet lag with ale from the cask, and looked up at the landing strip. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Kathryn was a real mermaid, no plain Jane, she could dive under our defences and disarm our reluctance. Of course, guys like to boast how they met the mermaid down at the coast but Kathryn was her own woman you didn’t get to choose her she chose you! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">It didn’t matter if you were a big wheel in an aerodrome or a khaki Land-rover stuck in the mud, doing battle in an outdated time-frame, she treated everyone the same. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">She’d take you down the cellar to clean up the barrels; there was ale dripping down her breasts but you wouldn’t dare look. She was a kickboxing champ in a mermaid disguise. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">One night, she caught me off guard, on autopilot, thinking my thoughts and ignoring her protocol. She could drink like a fish, and role you in the waves and pull you into her ether. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Back in the bar they called it ‘ <i>Flying with the Mermaid</i> ’ and the best you could do was to try for a smooth landing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Well the Flying Mermaid got bulldozed on the orders of a jilted Councillor and Kathryn moved north. No matter what the council did, they couldn’t shake the myth or the legend of the Flying Mermaid. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Me, I still live in those legendary times and no one has asked me for rent. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">I could tell you some tales about me and the mermaid but it would probably be mixed in with lies!</span><br />
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Trev Photographic, Poetic, Lyricalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174137651879505183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550538179822946276.post-45165592917637636772016-10-26T11:46:00.000-07:002017-03-21T12:26:47.344-07:00Real to Reel<h2>
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I live in the reel to reel world, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">changing the script to suit a mood, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">acting out a </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">feeling, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">defying logic </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">while the </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Director’s on the couch! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I speak with silence, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">articulately</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">and mix my double entendres' </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">with my double vodkas. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I’m a photo</span><span style="font-weight: normal;">montage </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">of </span></span><span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">a dual lifestyle, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">with crafted lines, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">daring ad-libs. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I’m zoomed-in </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">and zoomed-out </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">and panned-in, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">across </span></span><span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">the </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I’m out on DVD, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">up for review, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">but defy my critics. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I’m a quantum particle, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">at a quantum party.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">My behaviour </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">can’t be predicted. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I’m a changing story </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">with dramatic pauses,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">an unwritten plot </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">absorbed in subtext, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">and my world </span></span><span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">is </span><br />
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<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">The sun was beating down as he pulled his truck into a siding outside Snakeville. <br /><br />She climbed aboard and poured herself a glass of Tequila, laughing as her long legs rose in the cabin, energising his dull, ‘On the road ’, thoughts. <br /><br />She sang in a Mexican mode, her wild hair braided and drank slowly. <br />“ Where you going?” he said <br />“ Wherever the going’s going . she replied "I am the wind, I follow my heart.. ”. <br />“ Right ” he said “ I’m headed south cross the border. ” <br />“ Fine by me. ” <br /><br />He shook his head and looked thoughtful as her voice rose and fell over his confusion <br />“ You fuck with me ” <br />she said throwing her knickers on the floor. He looked in the mirror, on the floor, anywhere but at her. <br />“ Company rules ” he said “ and besides I’m still a relationship ”. <br />“ Still ” she said “ that doesn’t sound very positive .” <br /><br />He started up the wagon <br />“ you have no place to be? ” <br />“ I told you i am the wind but you can buy me a meal at the next stop off. ” <br /><br />He cranked the gear not knowing what he was going to do and rolled by some serious desert. She caressed her breasts and he kept his eye on the road. <br />“ I never met a saint before ” she said laughing at him. <br />“ I’m no saint ” he said “ but I keep my eye on the wheel and abide by the rules ” . <br /><br />They crawled up snake canyon and the sun beat down. <br />“ We’ll soon be by the waterside, we can get rested and eat ” <br />“ Cool ” she said. <br /><br />They hadn’t stopped long when she jumped in the pool and swam a couple of lengths. <br />“ Come on in ” she said “ this is Eagle Lake where the Tequila flows ”. <br /><br />He remained in the cabin watching her bronzed body undulating in the water. <br />“ Do you like my ass Mr Saint .” <br /><br />He didn't reply but continued watching. They ate in a little hut and took a room for the night and after the tequila bottle was empty, he rode the wind like a hurricane and she murmured his name endlessly. <br /><br />With sunrise, they showered like fallen saints and started the wagon. She laughed <br />“ I came like the wind and blew the dust out of your hair what will you do when you get back home? ”. <br /><br />He looked at the wheel and said <br />“ most likely feel guilty ”. <br />“ The wind never feels guilt, it just follows the path of least resistance. ” <br /><br />And with that she drifted out of the wagon like a half forgotten song. He shook his head and wondered. <br /><br />It felt like he’d been some involuntary character in a random story on some dude’s blog.. and maybe he was….!</span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Text and photo montage by<b> Trev Teasdel</b></span><br />
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Trev Photographic, Poetic, Lyricalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174137651879505183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550538179822946276.post-68329966999542363982016-10-26T11:30:00.000-07:002017-03-22T14:09:40.424-07:00My Best Friend Shark<h2 style="text-align: center;">
<b>My Best Friend Shark</b></h2>
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I was born at sea. My best friend was a Shark. Together we ruled the waves </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">beneath our boat. Don’t ask me how we communicated but it wasn’t conventional. ‘ <i>Don’t take no shit</i> ’, he said ‘ <i>and watch what you eat, the </i></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><i>sea is full of plastic, and the oil is slick!</i> ”. He had a scary smile, like a military spiked fence, but there was a wink of the eye and I knew his sense of humour. “ <i>You humans are not the brightest on this planet but you’ve got a bit of style and humility and you don’t taste that good actually </i>”. I knew what he meant, I’d seen something of the mess landlubbers had made of the planet, it </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">wasn’t good, and it wasn’t intelligent. I learnt to dive beneath the radar and come up by surprise between the oscillations.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">You gotta have an edge in this world and I could bet on it. Shark got chased out of the three mile limit by a Coastguard dragnet. I was sorry to see him go but he was not one to get caught by a pipe smoking shark harrier. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">We landed on the Maroon islands where the women were naked and the men climbed rocks. They had all been heading somewhere else when the sea issued new tickets. They weren’t complaining though, no money changed hands and no one went hungry. The sea had challenged them to get on, work it out, and be friends. I couldn’t see anyone building a big boat or looking out for a ride back home. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">‘ <i>There’s no such thing as Civilisation ’ </i>said Jack, a full time lovemaker with time on his hands <i>"We know such a thing here and we value it and deal with things but you won’t find it any other place that’s why we don’t try to leave ”</i>. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">I could get used to this, no pressure, all day sex, fish, fruit and sunshine but I had a book to write and it wasn’t going to get written between someone’s legs. I had to find Shark, his genes went back farther than mine, he </span><span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">had a wisdom that was rare. He’d taught me since I was a kid and I knew I could find him without a compass or radar. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">Leaving Maroon wasn’t the easiest of things; I’d made a lot of good friends and laid with a lot of them! Shark was waiting for me out in the open sea, our adventure together hadn’t even begun, he had stories you couldn’t imagine, that went back in time and I do mean time. Maybe one day, we’ll stop by and update you on our adventure, but the taste of the sea and the roll of the waves is in my blood. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">Don’t forget, you all, there is intelligent life on the planet but you people look in all the wrong places! And don’t let on about Maroon they’ll colonise it!</span><br />
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Trev Photographic, Poetic, Lyricalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174137651879505183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550538179822946276.post-58351937920039536742016-10-26T11:25:00.000-07:002017-07-29T15:33:37.064-07:00I Want my Poems On the World Wide Web<i>For Keith Armstrong</i><br />
<i>(the Jingling Geordie Poet)</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I want my poems</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">On the world wide web</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Like an International Celeb.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">On the Internet for </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">NSA </span><span style="font-size: large;">to collect </span><span style="font-size: large;">and inspect</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Read by real spies </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that collate and analyse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There for the Twitterati's trolling literati</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">blogspotters and </span><span style="font-size: large;">geeky </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Google Globetrotters.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Replacing the nation's White papers</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with my wayward cyber poetry capers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not for me the Big bad Press</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with it's page three Interest</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I want to talk to the Sun</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that shines on everyone.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Reach three dimensions</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in a big black hole</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with the power of my digital</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">poetry soul!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I want my poems</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">On the world wide web</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Like an International Celeb.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Poem by Trev Teasdel</span></b><br />
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<b><br /></b>Trev Photographic, Poetic, Lyricalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174137651879505183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550538179822946276.post-34798459536641760912016-10-26T11:20:00.000-07:002017-07-29T15:35:09.217-07:00The Hippocratic Oath<h2>
<b>The Hippocratic Oath</b></h2>
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I qualified in Hypocrisy at a quarter past eleven. I was the hippest hypocrite my </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">hippy friends had ever seen. I took the Hippocratic oath and turned it on its head. I studied in the age of Pericles and drank with Hippocrates's wife. She admired me for my intellect but we slipped beneath the sheets of right and wrong. I had a </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">double Martini followed by a double entendre. I was a double of myself in reverse. I taught ethics for the day job and slept on the job at night. I tasted her delights and read everyone their rights. I could preach and eat the peach on a bedroll on the beach. I got caught down in the alley and chased out of ‘<i>Harper Valley</i>’. I met up with Miley and Jeannie C Riley and the rest is just hypocrisy.....</span></span><br />
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Trev Photographic, Poetic, Lyricalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174137651879505183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550538179822946276.post-40797858248897438252016-10-26T11:15:00.000-07:002017-03-22T14:14:01.072-07:00Harmonica Joe and Brastrap Belinda<h2>
<b>Harmonica Joe and Brastrap Belinda</b></h2>
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I was Jack Kerouaced with my pack on my back going nowhere, disguised as </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">somewhere. Harmonica Joe with Brastrap Belinda, in a Volkswagen Beach Buggy, </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">pulled up sharp while vamping a blues harp. Belinda gave me that look and undid her hook and I jumped in quick while Joe wailed his licks. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">That buggy took off through a landscape straight outta Van Gogh. “ <i>Where ya goin</i> ’” shouted Joe </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">“ <i>anyplace is fine</i> ” I shouted back and Belinda gave me the eye. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“<i>That’s where we going</i>” wheezed Joe, road sand whizzing in his eyes. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The sea was a velvet quilt and Belinda was well built in all the essential places. Joe was laid back </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">in his well imagined beach shack, honing his licks and harmonica tricks. He was on the road where souls pay no rent, testing freedom in a two berth </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">tent. He had no plans and no ambitions. Life was a surfboard and he rolled with the waves. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I rolled with Belinda while he cooked tuna under an evening Luna. Joe never made rules, he went with the flow and sometimes the flow went with him. The world was full of targets; rules and conditions. Joe cut himself a different rendition. He slowed down the beat, swapped scenery for his street and did what he pleased. Joe was a teacher but he never did teach, you could learn from him by just being near. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">One day Joe dived into the ocean and caught a fish with his teeth. He never had no schooling, operated by confident belief. He gotten by instinct what you can’t get from books. Belinda was free, we sat by the sea, making up tunes and rolling in the dunes. We got up such a beat , the cans were on heat and Joe headed for Spain, a singing Verlaine, out on the Road again… '<i>On the Road Again </i>’.</span></span><br />
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