conjuction:

thinking though the changing and altering role of

'experimentation'.
a message from an asteroid
'joy' a word, consumed advertising product & placement. Joy is 'a
feeling of great pleasure and happiness' through consumption of
'clothes for everyone', or 'women's clothes line', a calligrapher
called Joy, it is a film, it is a face book page, it's a hand job in
Rochdale.
Words
Words
Experimenting with words seems nostalgic, archaic / like lost
symbols on the walls of pyramids / whilst people write code, re
modelling existence, dna code re-written, re-structured / re-write
human being being human being human being.
A book of JOY began 14th April 2016 with invitation from Mark
Greenwood, 'Michael . . . would you be interested in doing a book?'
electronic text, 56 characters / with spaces, short, to the point.
Our language of existence is being heavily experimented with / the
right have subverted the left / confusing moral and ethical
sensibilities / galvanising fear / savaging our psyches / the
alternative dismembered / disenfranchised / disrupted / angered /
drawn intuitively to experiment with truth, (also a film).
truth
To employ 'doing a book' understanding the atmospheric sequences
that were imploding.
where are we now?
Say it, write it, hear it, shout it, hold it, see it the word, the crux of the matter.

opting to message in a known format / something about people

time being erased / patterns of thinking / pitching for the beat, the
slam shape of language on the page, as sequence, as a driving
force of nature - the breath / the experiment - what is the
experiment / now / what must we be experimenting with? with
whom? with what? with what outcomes? what experiments have
been lost, discarded, forgotten?
where are we now?
This
'JOY' began unfolding imploding exploding in the summer of 2016,
we seemed to be heading. In the fast lane
In
The summer of 2016 a sense of being fully consumed & challenged
/ reality, of what was considered normality. we now live JOY / some
kind of prophetic incarnation/ words materialise into filmic sequences
/ The experiment morphing into an utterly ugly moment of cynical
constructed subversion.
retreat into sunshine, bath in warm, submerge joys into song, stare
at blue skies, I'm circling inside the stratosphere think about
yesterday
forget
forgot
forgotten
whilst the veneer re es6ablished / re arranging truth
This Book of J O Y continues @
1st 9th '16

JoY
part I
a carrion voice calls for alterations /within the general
stratosphere of
promised

lands
suggested

better times.

voices plagiarise yesterday's hope,

yelp whine mewl, whimper squall pule &
cry

yet, no howl fetched from depth of bilious guts .

shit monkeys holler laughingly, whilst pissing on Mr
Darwin's,
in loving memory.
I've seen
Generations
lie in flatulent dreams
whilst
swimming in another generations celebrated excrement.
i've experienced a post liberated
generation
whose 'identity integrity remained elusive'*,

if not liquidated whilst full of the songs of revolution

hum / dee / hum / dee / hum.
whilst swelling on loaned comforts
purchased ideologies,
whilst silenced into submissive complacency
whilst sustaining scripted categorisation
whist monotonously regurgitating fictions
whilst happily pimping pastiche knowledge as an
expensive whore
whilst tirelessly rinsing wringing hands
whilst steadily sustaining evasive breathing, within a state
of vague liminality
whist reciting false incantations
whilst submerging in the overflow of inner wellness
whilst the rotten bones re-tremble
whilst smiling hopelessly submissively gazing as grasses
turn to sand water melt cloud burst rock split hole fall
fictitious angels shred wings mockingly
whilst the stench of lost innocence reminds the populace
of another, just war,
whilst
whilst

whilst

whilst
nothing

altered
all fake dreamers.

p a r t II
force fed, hand held atomic aliens, litter roof tops, where
once a dancing jig of joyful minstrels played loot,
whilst inhaling copious amounts of hallucinogenic
substances gathered from the jungles of lands we now
slaughter with optimistic zeal
grow
wings.
weyouI
liberally informed protected freedom acts stamped
signed / sealed / significantly lubricating a sense of
ownership.
chose choose choice
destiny
freedom freedoms fling flung freely
liberated liberations laughingly acoustic pitch squeal high
oh,
we were so high
as kite clouds
a drift
gay
abandoned
glad in our day
leaping through
sun rainbow beams

naked
scorched in space races
as wide as a line of c u r v e d horizon
infinity

.
petulant moon shine washed,
silver monochrome faces
stare

in star dust awe,

body lift drift
longing
off
suspension
flight float free float
mercury dreaming
lost lines vanish internal

inhalation drawn sand blasting cavities,

bleeding
raw.

marathonic horse shooting, bear baiting, cock dog prick

tease

Joy
hallelujah
this is freedom
this is freedom
can't you just smell
it.
Oh
joy

in tight tunnel vision

I'm cruising dry sea fisting blinding tomorrows senses &

I I

&,

sail on a ship of self annihilation.

implanted bombs bellow in sleepless nights
trespassers hide deep in re modelled psychic temples.
paranoia

peace
love
all jolly bed fellows.
there is a fire storm
in the central cortex
as an, "erotic derangement that turns us all into voyeurs",
peels open, within the valleys beneath the cranium shell;
there is a soft fluctuating light
emanating across the whole scene,
it's pretty,
with
gun roamers shop lifters suicide bombers marauding
addicts masturbators lurch zombie screen gazers lost in a
void loitered corners rattle with hecklers jeering white
scum where once factory smoke rose xenophobia now
holds a paralytic stench navel gazers hunched slithering
oozing snails / legless / revellers reel in glass slippers
awaiting pumpkin explosions gang bangers bang
deliciously / a lone blue jumper sags pleading for a
christ's forgiveness, blasphemers, he who should not be
mentioned weeps nasal mucus, the grass is the colour of
dreams / refugees happily demonstrate life vests,
drown /

entertainment, inspiration, charity

inclinations,
12 tax evaders
sodomise,
stuffing paper
bundles squeezed in an anus for
a rainy day,
whilst
beneath an amber haze dogging doggers dog,
a 6 year old pleasures itself in soil, black fluid void spurts, gobbled
greedily, golden showers offers soak,

immolated

nuns goose step to songs of yester year,

"we'll meet again . . . "
acid saturates

immobilised flesh curves

suggestively, troops of blind women born in 1949 tap SOS

rhythms, searching for harmonious gifts and pebbles of
truth,
Erika is
free to bloom once again,
boom

boom

boom,

ragged rooks re-wing as ash dispersal blows charred

books scaring tomorrows blue sharp sky
incinerated
knowledge
transactions drift in
random dispersal,
romance
heaves heavy sighs,
foraging
fornicating
lovers gorge imaginations.

forgot

forget

forgotten.

anesthetised

clouds descend
breath in
&
forget
forgot
forgotten,
eyes flat,
edible dementia.
dredged memorials remembered to keep yesterday,

today,
today

yesterday,

forgot
forget
forgotten.
children raped in open all hours, recycling saves the
world,
we are happy for ourselves,
whilst concrete homes are blitzed,
sand soaks up blood
frenzy,
heads roll,
tomorrow lurks in the distance, some hazy
terrorists are our holy saviours,
binding nationalised faiths & fervour,
paramedics trot on, trot off,
fractured rock bleeds,
deep

crazy-

within the hemispherical grooves, furrows,

wrinkled surfaces of the cerebrum.
neural networking is in combustion,
oily calmness floats
on the surface
awaiting ignition.
welcome home,
we all smile
whilst
standing leaning slouching lounging,
in the efflorescent glow of our own image, reflected in
the electric steel sky,
ejaculation

opiate release extinguishes anguish.

p a r t III
suited male demigods
complacently
bastardise time
reverse revert rewind
it was better the day before today
a
glory chant for the masses.
pig trotter criminals
lean into holding harbours of the future
puking nostalgic vapour bile over swaddling clothes
incomprehensible loathing / liquid crystals of hate /
powder greed
inoculating against what was / what could be
something lost to serendipity
the unpredictable reveals itself
the equation has been reconfigured
mechanised functional systematised brain
rewired.
future notions ransacked
predictably preordained.

p a r t IV
seven disney mermaids serenade
for the planet's well being
white surf rolls,
acoustic

crushing

pleasures the inner ear

a peeling apricot
sun set sinks
with heart warming
reassurance
as a unicorn gallops
along the golden reflections of yesterday.
the 'we' in us all sighs, like
romance.

in the mean time

partV
submissive betrayal, illusionary entrapment,
rational objectives
harpooned
any sense of reality is another's
formulation
with
glamour subverters subversions subverted
some have lost the game,
mangled by mangling manglers mangling
with
dark
truths.
corruptible desires assist self sabotagers & those
perverters
who
mine thieve cannibalise torture murder screw
rape lacerate flay fuck terrorise beat to a purple
pulp

words

hung
barren
bare
systematically
bastardised from all holy meanings extinction
of truth.
we should be sobbing with uncontrollable anguish,
wrecked with remorseless loss,
but
rather
consumed
by
crafted
orchestrated
distractions.
whilst in the bruised night till dawn,

flesh is pressed into glazing of homes,

grease welts left
as,
condensation slime impressions of iris veins with
subliminal beatings of inner ear pulse beats,
closer
to
you
than
breath breathed
through open pores,
there is no protection to the impervious impregnation
implantation of figments of imagination,
to you, closer to you, to you closer, to you, to you closer

joy

* Critic Mary Brennan describing Mayhew in a catalogue for the

National Review of Live Art.
Peter S Beagle describing Bosch 'A garden of earthly delights'.

Notes of Joy: