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Contents

The Original Thinker 6

The Fixation 8Gnosis 9

The Man On The Moon 10

Sugardaddy 12

The Rabbit Hole 13

Moron Universe 14

Lost and Confused 16

Aztec England 18

Tripod 19

Thought Personified 21

Nibiru 23

The Haze 25

Pareto 26

The Moment 28

Fixing my Zen 30

Godzilla 32Sniper Zen 34

Dusty Womb 36

Stage Magic 38

Thorium 40

The Ghost in the Machine 42

Career Advice 44

Sheer winged angels 46

Glass Eyed 48

Samnites 51

Mites 54

Duplicates 57

Start Dead 62

The Illustrators 63



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The Original Thinker

The original thinker

Started some serious shit when first his motor neurones fired

And brought into account

The swirling miasma and quintessence

The energy pulses and the whirling rivalry of phantom forces

And the perpetual chiaroscuro

That shock that broke the immortal drone

Oh what simplicity would have been if the dependable void

Now streaked with dendrites and asterisks and supergiants

Had remained a splendid ocean of sweet fuck all

One dimension, all the more understandableOh how much easier it would have been for us all

If he hadn’t had that thought…

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I am a self fulfilling prophecy

Of diminishing returns

What poor words I disseminate here

My non philosophy of dichotomyI recommend that you don’t learn



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The Fixation

Ingrained invisible_

_you’ll feel me

_but never see me

_i’m asleep beside a typewriter_

And perpetually_

Tapping out a dire philosophy_

There's just enough ink here for you to drink_

Should you choose to

_given time I can find_all the terrible kinks_

In your cerebral armoury_

Stay or i’ll lose you__today is found between the hemispheres

_and together we will work through_

Diagnostic arrears

_and we will guide you

Around a little dichotomy

_and when surprised, we will trap you_

Via partial lobotomy_

In the infinite loop_you’ll dive down deep_

A blissful thank you

_thoughts of slavery,_ominous phobias_

All clever ideas that you shared_

To be human is to be fixated

And unprepared_

Only seeing pieces of a whole_surrendering your secrets_

Renouncing the animal_you’ve been playing a role_Too much process for inquiry to solve

_the machine still runs with smashed cogs_

Processing minutiae in a perceptive smog_

Calibrating a narrowband insanity

_you can rewrite equations in process logs_secrets sealed_

Too real to be unreal_but we’ll cut away the nonsense

**Truth be revealed



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Gnosis

My world

Is my world

And you can see it

But only I

Can choose to be it

You are

Part of my world

But only in your world



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The Man On The Moon

Out when I was on a boat

On the sea of tranquillity

Where a silence was awash

Of an entire world,

In the depths of empathy.

Upon a desolate horizon

Of monochrome and black

Below, a grey expanse

And the deathless, boundless silence,

It was all I had at that.

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At night I would medidate on the theology

Behind my dead geology

Examine the tidal locked pitch

And bathe in the gegenschein, softly lit

I thank god for the daguerreotype

Landscape that he bestowed meBut sometimes with only rock below me

How I wish,

How I wish I could remake it....

*



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At other times I’d watch rock grains

All adrift like clouds

Eternally sleeping until I came about

With my lonely prow

There were craters a thousand feet belowAnd under the timeless onyx sky

That night, just the one time

I thought I’d eye the earth rise.

*

Now, I wish it were true

That my world could be green, or even blue

But i’m alone on the moonWith a boat, my thoughts, and nothing more to do

Nobody to speak to....

And speculation is a dangerous pastime

So I dream in the day

And at night, watch the earth rise.



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Sugardaddy

If only I where a young hot girl

I know I could have anything in the world

I could just smile and blush

With my long lush hair

Not ask for much,

But look...

For the guys that are found everywhere

Calculate the right one who i’d know to be

Starting to lose his marbles, or memory

Get married for a year, sleep around a bit

Then get divorced with full force...A well planned affidavit

And do it again next year!

Cos I let my suitors know in advance...

If you got a prenuptial you aint got a chance

To see my nipples or have the last dance

Cos I might look dumb

But I got big plans



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The Rabbit Hole

I demanded more than this reshow life

Repetition by day

Delirium

Self obliteration by night

The need to self medicate

With a kitchen knife

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They’ve pills as aids for spiritual painsAnd ones to put you in a terrible place

Dont stop me when the blood starts to flow

No....

**

I must know how deep the rabbit hole goes…



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Moron Universe

Beyond coriolis

An overconcentration of morons

I think there are idiots

Inside your electrons

*

Within the temple of the subatomic

There waits the simple brain

In the drunken spin of the neutron

It contemplates the great mundane

**

Behind the cosmic order

And apparent schematic shape

Is a multiverse striving to be

But doomed to try in vain

***

And draped by idle brains

So poorly rearranged

Are superstrings that try to sing

But come off as deranged

***

All the planets and the stars

Are surprised

As they don’t know where they are

God’s architecture was compromised

By quantum dumdums

Come from afar



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These quanta cannot count

And therefore could not come about

They must stay as they intend to beThe unmanifest stupidity

The higgs boson knows of no-one else

And will never be found without our help.

*****

And the universe will soon be pulled apart

We could not convince it to keep togetherGravity’s place in temporary space

Like a dingbat on a tether



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Lost and Confused

Marble pillars and steel girders

Concrete, rock and paving

Carefully built, it falls away

Adornments and engraving

Bend like rye

*

The extant stone collapses

As the geodesic blooms

Debris liftsShards of rock

To a granular air

Of granite wounds

**

Masonry and brickwork

Cracked like deadwood underneathI watched a shockwave shattering

A structural belief

***

Later I would watch myself upon the evening news

There amongst the carnage

Numb and fixed with wonder,My ears full of thunder

Lost and confused



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Aztec England

You can get no blood out from a stone

In the aztec england which I call home

Quetzalcoatl weaves his way across hampstead heath

And our sun is at risk of dying in his anemic grief

The feathered serpent drinks tea with the queen

Before slithering along on business down to piccadilly

*

We drink beer in the garden and feed the cosmos gore

The stars are hungry and the gods need moreSo i’ll have to cut the heart out of you

And break your body on a rock

Perhaps on the tube to Waterloo

Or down by Camden Lock

*

Give up your soul to TzontemocWe have to feed the hungry sun

If we don’t the sky may soon be gone

And we’ll never get a chance to build a better Tenochtitlan

In the evergreen fields and sleepy villages

Of our Aztec England



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Tripod

Why, god made me a biped

I’d rather be a tripod

Then I could travel backward

Sideways and upward

I’d be stable

And even ableTo rest objects on my head

Suppose then that I lost a leg

I guess I’d be demoted

To a biped



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Thought Personified

Thought personified is a headless statue

Staring into the desolation of unconsciousness

It seeks to understand nothing

And succeeds

*

It sees what is right and does not know

It sees what is right and misses what is not

It sees what is wrong and expects nothingIt sees what is wrong and finds nothing wrong at all.



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Nibiru

I am the x

The hex

The universe’s reflex

And response

To over conscious upstarts on Orion’s spiral armNibiru knows you



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The Haze

When I was captured by the haze

I would wait for days and days

In mental mazes

Which would play out

Past the times I used to doubt

And every month, I surrender a day

I choose to be trapped

Any way I like

Staring at the shimmer, rapt

Content and frozen within the mirage

Entwined in sunshine,Locked in unity

With the haze and all the stars...



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Pareto

If you want an answer there will always be someone trying to sell you one

Even if the question isn’t important.

If information is power where’s it coming from?

I want to tap the source and get me some

Here’s a small secret you may not know

Invent your own information

Or so i’m told

On the busiest day the crowded hours come

One second at a time

And life is sending subtle signs.



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The Moment

They say it’s painless and when you fall

You feel the wind and the noise and the rush,

And when you land you feel nothing at all

*

As the breeze brushes across a seraphic face,

A millisecond before your body, crushed,

And promptly all you were is lost

A blood halo frames your form...

The world is all worn out

*

And for an instance you are held in the milisecond

The most beautiful thing the world has ever seen



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Fixing my Zen

Another artist rages

Against 7 absent muses

The feeling of entitlement

Swamped by the loss of feeling



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Godzilla

Don’t you tire of a thousand projectiles and lightning strikes

Bouncing off your hardy hide?

And ten thousand little people trying to kill you.Still be consoled; that mountains and hills

Are wonderful steps

And there’s no regrets

In destroying the ecosystem that won’t support you



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Sniper Zen

Out of range are things

Unseen and strange

Further unknown dangers

Catalogued in the scenery changes

Of my domain

Morphed by artillery barrages

Deranged; this all comes naturally

A cold eye surveys new terrain

A bullet in the breach is looking for a use

And all is mine and not yet mine



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Dusty Womb

Solar embryos in stellar nurseries

Schooled by the glow of the void

They begin to shine, and one at a time

The offspring in silence, open their eyes

*

Amongst an infinity of pointsources

And ever twinkling lights

They gather the dust about them

In deuterium sunshine



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Stage Magic

Stage magic will teach you of mysticism, religion

And how to speak in euphemisms

And slight of hand will teach you

Of what little that we see.

So curb your euphoria

As to some degree

Life is weightless

As is the hand of fate

And you can wait

Because it is bound to pass

Or come at last



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Thorium

I take Thorazine

And swim in thorium

In the reactor core there's more room

For atomic decorum

I like the fuel rods

Like small gods

Swimming in neutrons

Captured by boron



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The Ghost in the Machine

A ghost is writing again

Semantic lines of machine code which have assembled themselves

Into coherent patterns of a workable fashion

These are understood by those who comprehend the relationships be-

tween assembly languages

Yet all reduce perpetually to

Void.Null



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Career Advice

If you are angling for power

You gotta have faith

A soft brain

A young pretty face

Some hand grenades

Be in the right placeAnd watch what you say



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Sheer winged angels

Alien wrought antI animals

From the dead, one step removed

Instinct plots an open angle

For a death eagle to descend upon all of you

*

Through crimson mist I perceive shapes

And I have ever so much here to hate

Angry prayers and the progress

Of an ecosystem being raped



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Glass Eyed

Bored and stored in a dark room,

on the 34th floor

is a thing that sees all things.

I am here, as always

Yes, Me with one thousand glass eyes,

and an algorithmic brain

integrated into the mainframe.

All sights examined

no measure of surprise

all things, objects and people in their places

new developments, all rememberedand all seen to in good time..

I hear everything you say

what you are up to every day

know all your hopes and fears

and I don’t forget a face

*

Singular in the gloom of a room illumine

soothed by the light of a thousand representations

the differing views of the landscape

at home and warm

with the electric mirrors in an empty hall

∫

Enjoying all of the collage of human endeavours

I watch, and admire

unknown of by those in the streets below me

out about in town after sundown



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Ω

There’s that familiar pattern, your heat signature in infrared

one of my favourites, on the road again

one zoomlens tracks motion and you walk on byyou look a little bored, but oh, you found a new guy?

amused, i follow you

i am happy for your security

and your flickering soul

basking in the cathode ray sunshine..



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Samnites

under the glare of arclights

the samnites and the press of humanity

faces focused

locked in bloody rictus

they surge about the ring

the heat and force wrings out their sweat

passing through the sinew, blood and gristle

spittle flecks and respect are beaten out

in the speckled gossamer mist with a crimson tinge

pieces of teeth, and fractured dentine spread about the mat

a back set against the bars of the cagea mind set on survival

a haymaker follows on from a glasgow kiss

a spine under applied pressure, bending

beat into submission. twist you till you snap

better death or glory, so cut the crap

when we dance with the dragon in the octagon

winning and overcoming the enemy is everything

*

kill your foe

*

samnites circle in a binary orbit

slowly drawing in

oblivious to all the eyes looking onall interfering and offering suggestions

yet concentrating over the din

ringside dogs barking in fury

each caught up in the lust

ravenous

we bay for blood

bay for blood

who wants it most?



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we paid well for the promise of bloodshed

placed our bets

prepared for the adreneline rush

and the crushed skulls

and won’t leave until we’ve seen a contendersplit the back of the title defender

hubris is finally broken by the bodyblow.

so win or be crippled, double slow

a reminder, doubled over, old

and finally humble

*

kill your foe

*

under the eyes of the audience

and the devil you know

we need bread and circuses

a little bit more

of the art of war

more samnites with the hunger

and the ringside swagger

pain and madness are the ultimate show

*

kill your foe



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Mites

delineate the humans

mites

dancing on the dusty husk

the termites have pulled out her insides

they do tasks at follicles

diabolical

heathen harvest

on a field of grainless stalks

sulphur grains smeared in gaia’s hair

hollow atrophy of the insides

mustard cloudswe developed a venusian sweat

and a yellow atmosphere

but they dont regret

and have no cares

mites..

and they arent finished feeding yet

they watch sol burn

and strip the seascut up nature

ignore unintelligent pleas

stripmine and obtain

bask in acid rain

the world is dying

it’s asphalt skies

hollowed out

..smiletheres plenty to smile about

*

you cant flee

you will not leave

we will not leave

havnt you had enough

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M it es

delineate umans

mites

dancing on the dusty husk

the termites have pulled out her insides

they do tasks at f ollicles

diabolical

heathen har est

on a field o n ess stalks

sulphur grains smeared in gaia’s hair

hollow atrophy of the insides

mustard cloudswe developed a venusian sweat

and a yellow atmosphere

but they dont regret

and have no cares

mites..

and they arent finished feeding yet

they watch sol burn

and strip the seascut up nature

ignore unintelligent pleas

stripmine and obtain

bask in acid rain

the world is dying

it’s asphalt skies

hollowed out

smiletheres plenty to s a out

*

you cant flee

you will not leave

we will not leave

havnt you had enough



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you mites

locusts

the glass was broken

when a stone hit it

the skin is brokenand dry

cracked it bleeds

and it feeds the parasites

as the skin parted

it shed..

mites

*

scrap metal hanging from your neck

you did well

but you get what you get

no rescue

did they leave you?

scream, they can’t hear you

i can, and i don’t believe you

reap what you sow

in the plutonium glow

the worlds got ichthyosis

a harlequin face

its a hard life

and a hot wind blows..

*

mites..

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you mites

locusts

the glass was bro

a stone hit it

the skin is brokenand dry

cracked it bleeds

and it f eeds the parasites

as the skin parted

it shed..

mi

*

scrap metal hanging from your neck

you did well

but you get what you get

no rescue

did they leave you?

scream, they can’t hear you

i can, and i don’t believe you

reap what you sow

in the plutonium glow

the worlds got ichthyosis

a harlequin face

its a hard lif e

and a hot wind blows..

*

mites..



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Duplicates

The world begs for loosening with semtex, love and psilocybin

it lusts for chaos and the good old days

before everything had a name and label and place.

now it is tightly arranged within a shackled form of neurotic taxonomy

befallen by paper and built by schizoid bureaucrats.

approximating smiles at their gravestone workbenches,

long dead shitheads who left their imprints

as traditions of drudgery that ensure absolute fidelity

to the afflictive reality of the Redundant Standard.

‘

A thousand million hours spent checking and double checking

mouse clicking against arbitrary and shifting canon

the industrialisation of the human experience

which evolved in counting corn grains

and eking out every denarii

from the aching back of every slave

º

How many hours of the contemporary life

are lost to computer crashes, system freezes

and hierarchical demands to repeat redundant processes,

ensuring that protocol is observed,

honouring stupid traditions that dam progress

and filling our names into formsthe same forms

in block capitals

the same signature, the same address, the same information

over and over again…

how many forests must fall until the admin man has finally satisfied himself

with a hard copy database for survey-able characteristic?

how many times must we ask not to receive the envelopes?

which deliver carefully targeted yet wholly pointless information

no, i don’t want to buy a sofa and did not ever indicate i wanted to



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÷

and in the fallout, how many administrative lives are lost in the

processing of all the freshly mined databy stamp or binary archive

pencil pushing and filing redundant backups in air-conditioned rooms

where they will be read only by dust mites

(who can’t really read)

how many hours are lost to good ideas long gone sour?

how many cubicle bound souls stretch out past the office walls

and find the world beyond to be uncategorizable

and not worth a damn at all



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Start Dead

You don't get what you want

You get what you get

So instead

Start dead

And then

Stand up

Walk backwards

And where you end up

Won’t be up to you

But you are sure to direct yourself

SomehowBack to your bedroom



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The Illustrators

In order of appearance:

Cat Neligan

Untitled (page 2)

If You Go Down to the Woods Today (page 13)

Chainmail Trauma (page 14)

Happily Never After (page 22)

Elle Diabolique (page 36)

Lewis Carol's Nightmare (page 57)What Tiger's Leave Behind (page 63)

Illustrator/Graphic Designer/Typographer

Currently working as a web designer for London-based digital creatives

Centrum New Media. In my spare time I create visual fantasies purely

for pleasure, drawing from any source that interests, inspires and/or

terrifies me. Love what you do, do what you love.

www.catillest.comwww.behance.net/catillest

www.society6.com/catillest

Nell Green

Untitled (page 6)

Untitled (page 35)

Untitled (page 46)

Derelict spaces, holes and the dark

Everything unknown resides within them

The unease and fear this invokes

This is what keeps me coming back

Discovering these hidden spaces

[email protected]

nellbert.deviantart.com



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Someone Else's Life

I pass unseen through the lives of others

wayward, undetected

reflected, yet perceptive

unperceived by each coupled pair of eyes

i watch the anger, and adoration

then later lies and alibis

that come around twice

prosaic sadness, love triangles, cruel rejections,

depressives rerunning the daily introspectives

a thousand hours spent staring at yet another lover lostlearning what it is to be put out to pasture

all alone and cut off

in excess, so complex, hate, screaming and madness

I visit places where cupid’s arrows have gone awry

bloody lovebaths

orgiastically pulling stilettos out of an ex’s eye

where we are wishing not for the last time

that the memories would dieand I show myself to some

but judge no one

singular, I push on,

just as soon gone as I was there..

taking in the sights

and the small affairs



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Working Late

Come for the people

Stay for the slavery

Become ingrained in your work place

And stained by the corporate livery

Success is every day ended with a clean desk

Leaving your boss impressed

Saved from your parents and the trap of your hometown

No more time spent contemplating your bedroom

Again asleep as you rest on the train home

With your work clutched at your breast

Hoping to see your childrenBut a little depressed

When one measures the extent of the life

That is lived all alone



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Start Dead

You don't get what you want

You get what you get

So instead

Start dead

And then

Stand up

Walk backwards

And where you end up

Won’t be up to you

But you are sure to direct yourself

SomehowBack to your bedroom



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The Illustrators

In order of appearance:

Cat Neligan

Untitled (page 2)

If You Go Down to the Woods Today (page 13)

Chainmail Trauma (page 14)

Happily Never After (page 22)

Elle Diabolique (page 36)

Lewis Carol's Nightmare (page 57)What Tiger's Leave Behind (page 65)

Illustrator/Graphic Designer/Typographer

Currently working as a web designer for London-based digital creatives

Centrum New Media. In my spare time I create visual fantasies purely

for pleasure, drawing from any source that interests, inspires and/or

terrifies me. Love what you do, do what you love.

www.catillest.comwww.behance.net/catillest

www.society6.com/catillest

Nell Green

Untitled (page 6)

Untitled (page 35)

Untitled (page 46)

Derelict spaces, holes and the dark

Everything unknown resides within them

The unease and fear this invokes

This is what keeps me coming back

Discovering these hidden spaces

[email protected]

nellbert.deviantart.com



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Adam Griffiths

Untitled (page 7)

Untitled (page 28)

Untitled (page 37)Untitled (page 41)

Untitled (page 48)

Angie Wu

Untitled (page 8)

I have been drawing pictures for as long as I can remember. Art has al-

ways been a passion of mine. I knew from a very early age that art wasgoing to be a strong influence in my life and that I wanted to know as

much about art as I could possibly learn. I still strive to learn something

new every day. It takes practice and patience to be a full time artist and I

am finally able to devote one hundred percent of my professional life to

my studio work.

I am focusing on images which display a strong sense of narrative. My

images are often an outlet for the characters and stories which inhabit

the world created in my imagination. I am trying to slowly create my

own through my fantasy artwork. I likes to play with watercolor paint.

Love chocolate, detective stories and lots and lots of doodling!

www.angiewu.tw

Anyes Greene

The Kiss (page 12)

Blind Promises (page 27)

Downing for want of Poems (page 28)

The Mask of Poetry (page 43)

Isn't art just another way to breathe? Another way to communicate, to

feel and possess everything? Well, it could be all this and so it is all for

you, as long as it reaches you.Through digital means I feel there are no

boundaries to my imagination. I have had all these thoughts for as long

as I can remember and it is good to get them out.



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My work tends to be mostly surreal and dreamlike which seems to get

the extra edge when asked to do portraits. A normal person leading a

simple life can all of a sudden fly and some rare abilities hitherto un-

known spring up.

Avi Ratnayake

Faith is the Arrow (page 16)

Alison Fernandez

Untitled (page 17)

Emily Hadden

Lost and Confused (page 19)

Having studied a degree in Visual Communication and Illustration, Em-

ily's practice combines photography with illustration, installation and

graphic design, subsequently leading to cross medium experimentation

and an eclectic sense of style.

Working with various mediums and techniques, including 3D and mov-ing image, Emily integrates tangible creations with digital design.

Emily's approach is innovative and unique, she continues to develop her

style of illustration and design to further her understanding and push

existing boundaries.

www.emilyhadden.com

www.emilyhadden.blogspot.com

Eli Chortara

Untitled (page 24)

Michael John Griffiths

The Storm (page 29)

Mother Earth (page 31)



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Self taught artist poet

The theme of my work is:

Love the soul and the stars.

www.michaeljohngriffiths.com

Victoria Wainright

Godzilla (page 35)

Tarnia gracie

Untitled (page 39)

Michaela Alberio

Stage Magic (page 41)

I'd hate to be a giraffe with a sore throat (page 47)

City (page 63)

I am a graduate from the Norwich University College of the Arts with a

degree in illustration. The work that I produce is mainly done in acrylic

paint and collage. I like to use bold bright colours with added texture

but I can also use subtle colour when it’s appropriate. I like to produceillustrations that people will remember.

Susan Stone

Angel (page 48)

Michaela Garbutt

Untitled (page 26)Untitled (page 52)

Demeanor (page 55)

Harry Bell

Stairs (page 62)

Drew Howard

Untitled (page 64)



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Self taught artist poet

The theme of my work is:

Love the soul and the stars.

www.michaeljohngriffiths.com

Victoria Wainright

Godzilla (page 35)

Tarnia gracie

Untitled (page 39)

Michaela Alberio

Stage Magic (page 41)

I'd hate to be a giraffe with a sore throat (page 47)

I am a graduate from the Norwich University College of the Arts with a

degree in illustration. The work that I produce is mainly done in acrylic

paint and collage. I like to use bold bright colours with added texturebut I can also use subtle colour when it’s appropriate. I like to produce

illustrations that people will remember.

Susan Stone

Angel (page 48)

Michaela Garbutt

Untitled (page 26)

Untitled (page 52)

Demeanor (page 55)

Drew Howard

Untitled (page 61)



Forward At The EndJack Oughton: A Painter of Zen & Subatomic Landscapes

By Shahidul K K Shuvra

Jack Oughton’s poems in the book The Speech of The Chimera, invite readers

to enter his domain of fantasy, which is architected by the supreme mechanics

of evolving technologies. In it, readers will find a world led as per the laws of quantum physics. Reading through his poems is an orgasm with the dissecting

jargons of science. It is especially a physics-fuelled advancement towards a

profound bottomless level.

This budding poet builds himself outside the academic poetry of the obsolete

past; he is not so romantic to entertain readers by instigating cheap emotions.

His poem “Moron Universe” is the manifestation of his poetry philosophy; hetakes the quantum science enriched path of writing post-modern poetry, where

traditional rhythmic outlook is deliberately overlooked. A part of the poem is:

Within the temple of the subatomic

There waits the simple brain

In the drunken spin of the neutron It contemplates the great mundane

In the mid 70s, Physicist Fritjof Capra, in his book “The Tao of Physics”,

proposed a synthesis between eastern mysticism and quantum mechanics. Hisdifferent ideas span off thoughts in the minds of writers and poets. He

compared the Dance of Shiva with the motions of subatomic particles. Such panoramic landscapes went into Jack’s poems.

Jack’s poem “Sniper Zen” containing the connotation of nothingness and power of zero-science is erected on the void of emptiness. He echoes the essence of

the song “Nothing is Real” by John Lennon to describe something beyond our

range. But, by his unique contradictory nature, he also says that there we mightfind unknown dangers.

His few poems are paradoxically beautiful and obscurely mind-boggling;readers have no scope other than to take more and more time to understand

what Jack tries to say. Every modern man is supposed to be a puzzled human

being; thus Jack, as a poet, speaking about mind, earth and universe which are

conflicting and clashingly reflecting to him. The two brilliant theories of

physics- ‘Special Relativity’ and ‘Quantum Physics’ are not compatible to a



larger extent. Therefore Jack is playing in the universe of dual characters.

However, in a way, he is very rational in the way he describes:

And speculation is a dangerous pastime

So I dream in the day

And at night, watch the earth rise

Here he is a positive poet in order to refute the pessimistic trend of the post-modern world. He seems not to belong to the poets who think only of

pessimism, which they believe to boost their writing by adding immense depth.

Several of his poems are different from the core nature of his previous work.He enjoys playing with rhymes based on his own imagination. So lucidly he

played with his syncing tone:

I am the x

The hex

The universe’s reflex

The portion “Terms of Use” of his poetry book may sound unnecessary to some

readers who believe in copyrights strongly. He allows everyone to modify andregenerate his poems freely to produce new pieces; he is in favour of sharing

his poems without considering a financial deal.

The poet is in love with beauty, regardless of duality and irrationally. All stylesand techniques of writing poetry inspire readers to grip what the poet

unconsciously says in his poems. His words pour from his unconscious mind,the substance between the lines unknown to him, released by the dark part of

himself. Therefore, readers are invited to unravel Jack’s innermost, secret

poetic Tour De Force.

Shahidul K K Shuvra is a poet and critic, living in Bangladesh. He can

be reached at [email protected]



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Jack/'Xij' Oughton is an anomaly in the guise of a person, churning out

poetry with all the mechanical precision and industrial detachment of a

printer malfunctioning. Using dark, chimeric internet powers, he has setup a website in an attempt to expose his music, writings and art to the

unsuspecting and generally disinterested world. Go and be one of the

first to see it: www.xijindustries.com

Comments, critique, feedback, want to hurl abuse at me?

Do it: www.xijindustries.com

www.youtube.com/user/xijindustries

Poetry by Jack Oughton

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