THE BIG SQUID IS BACK!
as part of the "In print" show at the BAR Gallery, Willesden Library Centre (details below) which also contains another P.R.Murry print entitled "The Prevalence of Breadknifeism"
Friday, February 08, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
an ode inspired by a shower gel bottle and my heart
Your limes
are so zingy
that they
make
my pustules
explode
YES
Your limes
are so zingy
that they
make
my pustules
explode
they make
my pimples erupt
then this
disrupts
the traffic
because of
the pus
that is
blocking up
all of the
roads
the council
gotta hire
lorries
gotta hire
pus clearing trucks
gotta hire
men
with brooms an shovels
to shovel
up
all of the
pus
YES
Your limes
are so zingy
That when they
cleanse my skin
they are
the cause of
pus
shovelling operations
YES
Your limes
are so zingy
that they
make
my pustules
explode
INTERIOR
PUMP VIEW
They took
me and laid
My fat,
sweaty hairy European body
Out on a
cold table,
Because
those educated ones,
The trained
professionals
Were going
to cut me
Whilst I
was still alive,
To see the
heart inside me.
But,
luckily for me,
I was not a
would-be conquistador
Carried to
the peak of a pyramid
By Aztecs
in Teotehuacan,
But another
obese patient
Laid out
for surgery
In a Harrow hospital
And the
cutting edge professionals
Did not
remove my pump from me
But they
fed a minicam into it
On the end
of a thin wire hose
Pushed up
along my vein
Via a hole in
my leg
And this
showed me images of my heart
Pulsating
on video screens.
And unlike
the eviscerated
would-be
conquistador
My heart
was not the last thing
That I ever
saw
So I can
tell you now
That me
heart looked like
One of the
light shows
That I saw
in my misspent youth
Projected
on to night club walls
I am a pysychedelic
man.
Whose pump
still pumps
In spite of
years of abuse
Still going
Like a repeatedly
crashed car
That
shouldn’t really
Still be on
the road
But some
things in my heart
Remain
unseen
Even by the
surgeons’ camera
My hate and
my deception
My
treachery and my depression,
but neither
did the minature camera
objectively
record
my love
or my compassion
or my compassion
Monday, January 07, 2013
SEE P.R.Murry's "Deep Kitchen"
SEE P.R.Murry's "Deep Kitchen"
in
REGENERATION
at
at
The BAR Gallery at Willesden Green
Willesden Green Centre
95, High Road
London NW10 2SF
T 0208 459 1421
E info@brentartistsresource.org.uk
W www.brentartistsresource.org.uk
Private view 10th January 2013 6:00-8:30PM
show closes 2/2/2013
Monday, December 24, 2012
ode from a hotel utilities room: Xmas Eve 2012
Lava, Lava, Lavadora
You have a fiery latin aura,
Unlike the boring and mundane,
Anglo-saxon washing machine.
Your sister Secadora
Can spin and make my trousers warmer,
But only you, Lavadora,
Can make my underpants come clean.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
"SON OF NIGHTSOIL OF THE CONCEALED EMU"
Friday 14 December 2012 8pm
£6 and £:5 (concessions)
Poetry Café, 22 Betterton Street
December 14th
P.R.MURRY
Launching his new book of selected poems
"SON OF NIGHTSOIL OF THE CONCEALED EMU"
with
ZOLAN QUOBBLE
Adrenalin soaked rhythmn n´ verse
SUE JOHNS
Spellbinding poet with Cornish roots
EMILE SERCOMBE
Visual pyrotechnics and eccentric wordplay
PATRIC CUNNANE
Perfect storm of passion and politics
Friday 14 December 2012 8pm
£6 and £:5 (concessions)
Poetry Café, 22 Betterton Street
London WC2
Covent Garden Tube
dodo modern poets letting fly with words
0208 687 1930
mobile 07769777022
http://dodomodpoets.com/dodo.shtml
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
TROUSER SHORTAGE: A RATIONAL SOLUTION
TROUSER SHORTAGE:
A RATIONAL SOLUTION
I gotta
deal with a real
Trouser
Shortage here.
I gotta
deal with a real
Trouser
Shortage here.
Either my
trousers have
Shrunk into
shorts
Or my legs
Have grown
in the night
Like giant
bamboos
Fertilised
by elephant dung
And they’re
now too long
SO, I gotta
deal with a real
Trouser
Shortage here.
But, I know
whatta do
Yes indeed,
yes I do
I’m gonna
get austere
To deal
with the Trouser Shortage here.
Gonna cut
my legs off
Gonna
amputate them both
And then I’ll
trust in future growth
That’s how
I’ll deal with my
Trouser
Shortage here.
YES
That’s how
I’ll deal with my
Trouser
Shortage here.
Friday, November 23, 2012
The Unknown Trousers of the Coelacanth
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