wax        adamram

 

 

smoke

 

 

  

 

 

ethel and stella                    doorstep

 
 

deeppan                                                    duckdays

 

 

 

sunday surrealism                        realease

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ethel and Stella

Once upon a time there was a small family of elephants: Ethel (the mother), Fred (the father) and Pippin (the baby). There was also a parrot which they had adopted called Ermentrude. Fred worked hard every day in the jungle, trampling trees, for which he got paid a couple of thousand. Fred and Ethel had one downfall, they both loved to drink Stella Artois lager. The money which Fred brought home from work was just enough to buy the lager but all too often Ethel had to go without as Fred would sit in front of the telly, watching the match and getting drunk. Ethel was a great fan of Brookside but only got a chance to watch the omnibus edition on Saturdays (when she was also expected to have Fred’s dinner ready as he returned from his weekly darts match).   

One Thursday Ethel decided she had had enough – she took what money was in the house and ran off (with Pippin) to the TESCO to buy 10 cans of Stella Artois all for herself. She had to fun fast because Fred’s bus from work went past Tesco and if he saw her he would not be happy.

 

(Tales from a pencil case)

 

 

 

 

.Doorstep.

The fish swims freely in the silver stream

Beggars choking on their own vomit.

Our bright star – Always there and always will be…

Raven, fly down and feast on the eyes of the masses

As our forefathers questioned, so must we answer their cries

THE SUN IS OUR GOD – You are not wanted.

I weep for the good people, I could kill you.

Dead men calling ‘The Fire Burns Twice’.

 

 

 

 

- DEEPPAN -

Walking through the underground

Oh, what a month it has been

I SIT WITH A BOOK AND A COFFEE

Thinking of what happens next.

Worms crawling out of the woodwork

Weekend – it’s time to live to die.

The question, WILL SHE CALL? WILL SHE CALL?

Memory, recollection, my mind in overdrive.

I TAKE ANOTHER SIP OF MY COFFEE

Where will the next revolution come from?

Poison in our ice-cream, Do you want a flake?

A bored housewife sits at home, waiting

Smashing stained glass windows

I don’t know, I really don’t give a fuck.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are coming in to land

I FINISH MY COFFEE

To my right an old woman is feeding the birds

Bright lights, whining voices, distorted faces

Waiting…Waiting…

Would you like to order anything else?

 

 

 

 

DUCKDAYS (what you know)

One day a duck called Stanley was swimming in the pond, it was only a small pond but Stanley thought it was the whole universe. Stanley was the undisputed king of the pond, everyone else respected him and whatever he decided was law – let’s just say that Stanley had total control and power in his pond and (since Stanley thought this pond was the whole universe) his universe, STANLEY was a GOD.

As Stanley was swimming around, humming one of his favourite tunes, he heard a friendly voice. This is what the friendly voice said to him: “Stanley, look around your pond. This is only a small pond which you swim around in, day in day out. The world is huge and the universe even huger. With your power and leadership skills and my cunning and know-how influence we could move our way up – lakes, rivers, seas, oceans, the world, galaxies, the universe. I tell you Stanley, come join with me and there is no limit, we shall rule over everything, ME and YOU will be Masters of the Universe”. Stanley listened to all of this with great excitement and enthusiasm, you see he was young and impressionable. He wanted to believe what the voice had said so he chose to believe it. He started to plan his climb of destiny that must surely conclude with being MASTER of ALL and EVERYTHING in the UNIVERSE.

The next day Stanley swam around the pond, telling everyone who wanted to listen (and even those who didn’t) that he was to leave the pond so that he could conquer the universe. When he was king of the whole universe he would return and tell them all of the stories, challenges and adventures which he would obviously find himself in upon his quest. Everyone seemed really happy and excited for Stanley, he could do it if anyone could, everyone that is except for a small fish called James. James could see the obvious and apparent dangers in Stanley’s plan and suggested that Stanley should think this through very carefully and not just rush into it. Stanley took great offence to this and told James to ‘shut up and go away’. James swam away as fast as he could, knowing that he had done his best – he had voiced his concerns and been dismissed out of hand. What more could he do?

The great day came when Stanley set off. He waddled out of his pond and, after travelling for what seemed like hours, he came to a river. He jumped into the river, swam to the middle and said in a very grand voice, “My name is Stanley and I’m going to be King of the Universe”. No reply, no-one seemed to be listening. Stanley cleared his throat and shouted, “MY NAME IS STANLEY AND I’M GOING TO BE KING OF THE UNIVERSE”. Again no answer, no-one was listening. Stanley was very shocked and annoyed by this lack of response, he screamed out “MY NAME IS STANLEY AND I’M GOING TO BE KING OF THE UNIVERSE”.

 

THE END

 

(more tales from a pencil case)

 

 

 

.SUNDAY SURREALISM.

 

TOO FAST, TOO FAST.

                                            EXAGGERATED VOICES, PASSING FACES.

                                                                                EVERYBODY’S GOT FUCKED UP EYES.

Is it all a trick of the light? Time dances around – speeding towards the end.

                                                     MY BREATHING BECOMES FASTER

                                              <OUT OF CONTROL> HYPERVENTILATION

                                                           MY HEAD BECOMES HEAVY

                                                               Where art thou, malady?

SO MANY PEOPLE, TOO MUCH COLOUR, NOISY SOUND – all blurs into one.

                                                            FUZZY GREY                          GARGLED SOUNDS FROM FACELESS MOUTHS

                                                               Can I trust my senses?

 

I HEAR TINY FOOTSTEPS, CLAPPING OF HANDS, SOMEONE IS SINGING IN THE BACKGROUND.

                                                                                                            ‘ A carnival of freaks’

                                                                 DEMENTED SMILES AND LAUGHTER

                                                                        PEOPLE CREEPING AROUND

 

                            Ssshhh, he can’t see us…

                                                                                                (up and down)

                                                                                                                                                …Got to stop

 

 

 

realease

 

sunny days, happy games

now is always

looking good, feeling alive

 

flashes move me to forget

escaping time, clarity of still

i feel nothing

 

outside a vacuum of turmoil

feeds on the patterns of falling

synthetic pleasures cannot touch me

 

colours are thankfully vague

senses relax to emotions

as i breathe in the rhythm of me