Piscean Punk Poetiks From The Lake Of Fire

"I saw the sun setting over empire and was illuminated, yet still, the resulting darkness almost swallowed me whole. Saving myself, I painted my face and embraced the apocalypse, soon discovering that this was not a controlled collapse...Love hates "free trade". The force-fed illusion of necessary constant competition is one of the company's standard issue defence mechanisms. If you think about it, the walls are paper thin. Cut and paste. Stir and taste. Put down the sickle and tend the grass roots. Your love is a given. Your anger is a gift. Open your hands and make a fist... ...Sweating the bitter soul juice and overcome by reason and familiarity, you’ll fall over trying to see past the activist right...So hyperational they cannot be bored. They’ll fix your head ‘till you’re stiff as a board. They’re selling you out because they don’t love whores and they’ll avert their eyes when you’re broken and sore. Have the proponents of &quo

"The most important thing to remember about drunks is that drunks are far more intelligent than non-drunks- they spend a lot of time talking in pubs, unlike workaholics who concentrate on their careers and ambitions, who never develop their higher spiritual values, who never explore the insides of their head like a drunk does." ~ Shane McGowan

"With the introduction of sedition laws all those years ago, the dissemination of information and ideas through media and written language is the new skateboarding of Australia. Just about everything else has been assimilated into either mainstream or hipster culture; writing is about the only activity left that hasn't had its soul sucked out and turned into a fashion label or branded across the forehead of some sycophant shithead in overtight jeans covered in dumpster juice." ~ Raf LêPfäft De'Kaf

MOLOCH! Did you see a poor soldier lamenting? MOLOCH! Go fuck yourself with production! Don't tell me, with this-that-them theory with your pre-written history "That painted poetry song thats protest against our established aesthetic in craft." when its your institution and it dont feed me nothing but ghosts! You're in my eyes! Cant you see I know your place? You who maintain the filter that pollutes the rivers! Words weep what how when I need to signposts collide with senses visionary now carved, not evolution art mimicry of my mother/father poets birds bats babes of the abyss bricks of the pantheon together cats too and mother dingo we conspire, blood singing and tearing our clothes off consuming our self, this self also spitting out flesh of patron saints. HOLY! HOLY! HOLY! Is our visionary poetry! So go fuck yourself with your sensible traditions of work and death and hero (who is martyr you need for routine) and progressive style-theories of silence! ~ Audry

Not a day goes by without my feeling aggressive or being provoked to a fight. Commerce attacks me by forcing me to pay and the bank by forcing me to count, while laws and authority deny my desires their liberty. However it is no longer a violent explosion of rage but the steadier violence by-passing them which will sweep laws, banks and commerce away. With attractive ease as the most natural thing in the world, our common desire for autonomy will bring us together to stop paying, working, following orders, giving up what we want, growing old, feeling shame or familiarity with fear. We will act instead on the pulse of pleasure, and live in love and creativity. ~ Raoul Vaneigem Le Livre des plaisirs (1979) (Translated by John Fullerton as “The Book of Pleasures”)