A Study of Literary Politics

The polemics of desire
stimulate
episodes of new language
often capsuled into short phrases.

Easy to learn and capture in your waking or sleeping memory
it is rhythm with a causative effect.

A socio-political driver
a chant of power.

Desire sliding of metaphors
as language adapts to new technology.

The lingo is colourful
not placid with a singular core
but multi layered
Intertext.

Time swells
and splits
cells into halves
of units
and roars in time.

The birth of
brains not brawn.

A new language
which is full of desire;
This is majority...
This is our gifts of mercy..
This our land...
This our win up here in
the Capital.
This new technology
which chases you.

This a new lingo
and Saffron cut.

New Lingo The Mixed pattern

yo Yo go string
is there
a home to return.

Four walls and
lead in action.

Come back home;
The Taj
looks down and glares across the down plains
and
asks who does this belong to?

The land
this that there and in particular
that island.

A sacrifice burnt youths folly
and weakness
of desire.

Yo yo wire
do not go
for stars in attendance.

Stay back here
The tides
will turn and sweep vertically up the hills
and
say whose angels are we?


This place
or far away place of space
that location.

Four walls
have
a prayer;
The crux
same.

Peace.

Stay cation

Not caution
a
place
home
where with free time you party
here around home.

Staycation not vacation
nor
strange countries
and odd laws.

Stay here
good times have not a
noose as freebie.

They will
do
the
deed.

In this ultra modern world
because they were once
smart and foolish
youth.

But you learned
wise
and
proper.

Why fine
what
the boys did ages ago.

Save your good judgement
to give life.

The Island of Death

White sands
murky lanes
faceless demons
lead lodged
in windy
sessions.

Fly and do it fast
lead
but
the shards will remain.

You the keeper
of this sea enclosed space.

You the trigger
of disaster industrious.

You the slayer
of better souls.

Touch them Mate
and
the tide will turn.

If the brothers are done

Reformed thinking on their feet and Art
please
give them us back.

If true
shoot at sight
but not now.

They are not the age they were then
Pardon
Merci
beg you.

Or I promise
that
that
land will never be seen
and cursed
well that two
will do more than thousand do.

Keep off stay away
give them back
we are sorry.

If you kill
as
Law
why
do those elements survive there.

Haven of fun
gloating lie.

They draw pictures now
not offensive ones
but rural images of life.

Did your or any authority
give you the licence to kill.

Trigger happy
brutal Island

Think Again
or
that
place
will
be
remote.

Sorry, but you shall not
drop blood.

Bond the James

Save
sinking words
worlds of
Dover Beach
Rime of the Ancient Mariner
from oblivion
or
do itto; (mine).

Push and be drawn
a
written cartoon
swept
under no linguistic boundaries
speak as
well there.

Shirt front
found that
Mojo
Listen
then the incredible
Holo
in Par Lam.

We
bed lamp
not afford
why did
you buy this
Halo.

Just a ting
ring
of light.

See my clown
tells
and runs.

Holo
is
Hollow
that place which Kahn
slip of tongue
job for
Freud
or
Intertext
Theory.

Go
Rule your roost.

Read sometime.

Numbers gain

Arrogance
minus
Anger
is equal to:

A minus
n
g
e
r

left with
roc.

Perfection
of Eternal space.

A verbal cartoon my Abbo

The Science of Literary Theory
is pure maths.

Numbers and equations resolve in a signification of
core.

Creative artefacts of literature
speak high of composition and order
to lead relevance of reader response.

Framing of thought
sequentially
building up story
like the Sonnets
or magnification of emotive
Emily Dickinson

The poetry
of Intertext.

The teaching journal of
The Chronicle of Higher Education
quoting Peter Monaghan;
01/24/2003
Jan-Feb, Oxford American;.......
....The travails of teaching Emily....

....How can one hope to teach poetry when one's students are "destimulated"and homogenized and ...........

This new twist is
sweat and blood
of
how to employ a good writer or speak like a buffoon.

Abbo
Holo is not Halo
the ring which you see each hour.

Holo was
loss of reason.

Example;
The difference between
Arrogance
and Anger.

Whodun it

The course of The Capital
easy done sailed with wind.

Zoomed periphery  South down
a battle won
war tzoned.

Swiss watches are dignity magnified
pearls of beauty with time
against tide
odds.

Blades, stainless steel, razor sharp
finesse of finish
now deal $
dirty
unequally.

Money Money what thou are
in this Island
we are not free.

Pay Swisse or do the guess
of Roulette
free Caliban
or wait  the
Prince.

Money Money what thou do
without banks
far from stealth.

Hide under pillows
of masks
unlock secrets
lay them on tabloids
fresh.

Money Money what thou think
without borders
seeped in love.

Barter better butter want
like for need
no Gun for wheat
or sky to water
unfree.

Adam Smith said Money is whatMoney does

Stash
under  pillows
billowing in Alps
no speak
word
hidden
construct
unfurling lie.

Nimble
as simple
doe does sleep in the forest
unawakened
sham glam.
bitter gourd
never there
stems of rose
bloom forever.

Unknown designs unfurled
voices rejected
folly of one
pleasure of some
beam of total
toll surprise
total
clarity
unseen before.

Bling,whisper and sky

The spams of  poems
lie deep in chasms
of
directionless waves
crimson
lanes of blood
and fort of fortress
swept under.

Rapt
stars
daunting dreams
shores of sand
tree of birth.

Truth of stem
unseen
untold lie
fathomless pit.

Spill it did not
not hung
nor free yet.

Capital  will churn out
seams of reams
paper
blank.

The Parrot and the Ladybird

Poetry is Nature
if not blind
and inexcusably busy mess
of modern
lead power
ripping bone and marrow
within range.

Bullets the basic
missiles the secondary
bio and eco game brutal.

Parrot shading  sun
grass on feet the
ladybird in view.

Beer and a shadow
with chips;
potato chips I'm afraid;
in between
that single colourful parrot
and beauty.

The birds do this very often
just
fly
beyond the imagination.

Can Stay

We need no spill
over last oceans
of Bps
and this.

Stable
Abbo
stride on but talk well.

Turn tide
not bills.

There chaos as well
who sits is shrouded
hung either way it will
be
as
the trading is on now.

Jump bandwagons
precipice
of unholy Glory.

So do not claim the
Sir is real;
or That Flight
was recovered
not
bones
or phones
but a tonne of wreckage
so do think again.

The ships sailed
to quantify some aura.

Free Education
Manus respected.

Health  with no cuts
nor stolen living
and discrimination.

Digital education

Ask
question
run
or
jump.

Time of rut
bliss of random
slice of truism
blabber of imagine
realism
in action.

Time well spent
gore in story
dingers not
spent with streaming
blood.

Stalling time by quotes

Dimensions of time are
floral
casts of space.

Read this quote from
the same writer;

At the Adeliade festival;
pg 226 of text:

This year seeking fertilization, I travelled ten thousand miles to the Adelaide Festival's Writers Week .I arrived knowing  very little about Adelaide:  capital of South Australia, close to the Barrosa Valley where German migrants established many excellent vineyards, site of the most excellent cricket grounds on earth.....

Within hours of my arriving, however, I  was offered a memorable summary of the city by one of my hosts.  'It's called the city of Churches, Adelaide' 'he said. 'But one of the churches is now a discotheque, and what's more it's the first disco in Australia to show porno films......

homelands imaginary

Theory of Criticism and Now

Salman writes thus 1981-1991;

To take the case of India, only because it's the one I'm most familiar. The debate about the appropriateness of English in post-British India has been raging ever since 1947;but today
,I find, it is a debate which has meaning for the older generation. The children of Independent India
seem not to think of English as being irredeemably tainted by its colonial provenance. They use it as an Indian language, as one of the tools they have at hand....


Salman Rushdie quoted there.

Turn the Bill

The class
is
important
and deeds more.

Turn the bill
or run away
Delhi
is the new beast.

Hung
will be
the vote
democracy of power.

Coy
demure
slippery
escaping stats
will fade
go down
a supernova
of stream of energy.

Bill turn it on
down the hill
swoop
or
peck
a touch of rebel.

7th will
release
institutional
pedigree
out of context.

Tea is not diplomacy
nor
parades
of galore.

Bite dust
seek a Knight
or Prospero
will
create
a star of a world
which has
colour.

Taj you the crown
empty space
time standing.

Once this was

the loss of
a
knight
before the coronation
spiked
challenge.

Barbs do not hold
desire not convincing enough
the eye of the bird which
speak
a
common run
fly
away
unknown.

Sit o
on a plane
easy
fly
no back.

A poem of disaster.

In the waters a face says

Break the violence
stop the blood
of you and me and
all together
TS wrote
ages ago
can
we
pattern that.

Like me like
a
mirror
water
show me
how
images
bear.


The soul in clear waters
fire
alive.

The Full Bloom

Also called the Full Moon
light to space
put rest all doubts
crystal clear
the bells sounding
reception clear.

Full Moon
counted down
a
simple
exercise
but good to write a hand script
of
word
or recite numbers.

Jap is mala
not thr
war thou.

Abbo where the cloak
Put it in
navel or
care less
shadow of mine
created by this moon.

Bling bling gonna see it

lost beau
with

secret

unknown.

the barking
of
dipped souls
happy
that the answer is lost.

O bummer
in poem
Pres
in real iife
fake
the S
and reap
timer.

A space of time.

Team of make up

Go and go try
a bite
bitter.

Shit is what dogs do
the dream
of new trench
overlook
the day
when  met.

Say it aloud
bark youse.

Hide shade
play wind
shake metaphors
or
silly tales
the game is on.

Run to oblivion
the
zenith
is here.

The Scholar Anhmanyu

Learnt from rote
from the womb
that
is
Arjun concentrating
on target.

Blessed by Bhishma
his
fan
Abhimnayu
fought a lost war
destined to be trapped he
was
in this falsity.

Rudra spoke with fangs
bitten by
spiders
a lullaby
to soothe.

Can poor soldier
listen to the din
of
rumbling chaos.

Fight is what
is ask
if in doubt
ask alphabets
random.

Petrol Petrol everywhere no money to pay

Science folks
walkers shall do the routine

King Sir
how come so much price is this of fuel

Stalled cars and no feet
swing go my way

Newton said three:
what goes up comes down:
push x and reactive dash will be y;

The third of his eye shall not be disclosed
nor the source of seas.

Apple apple who will task
the falling from the lost tree.

The corporations
which bleed.

Back benchers do have a point

Petrol can we do
gas
diving prices of fuel
rising deliveries of terror.

Balance it and weigh
or measure it.

Sky which demands
space
like a diamond in this universe
or a glint of dog leash.

Fly time
as
rare
creating
images of wolves
on rampage.

Superbowl and
copywriting
enveloping
ideas
of yore.

Play mister
is what u here for
if not sell what
you
here for.

Treat senses Godly
not fuel
disaster.

Terror and tower terror
stay
away
you break not make.