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TEETH
The next #FeralAngelsPoetryCafe .

SUNDAY 17TH MARCH

Intensity, hunger, ferocious boldness.
What gives our work teeth? The blood and guts and ecstasy and grit between the words...

It's like duende, but less holy. Perhaps. Come and explore with me.

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It was excellent and exactly the kind of programme that should be in the mix of content made by the BBC

I am particularly pleased that it upset a small coterie of fuckwits.

Get used to
working in the ruins.

It’s where most of us
already live.

The myth of
functioning empire
is over.

We live like rats here,
but we are no longer
blind to our predicament.

Welcome to the
collapse.

***

(Not a poem, in case of confusion. Just a call to face reality.)

He has no intentions to legitimately win the election.

He’s turning away anyone who isn’t MAGA enough.

The loyalty tests are to weed out the people who stymied his attempts to steal the election in 2020. People who put country before Trump.

The “rigged and stollen” drumbeats…

Stop waiting for normal service to resume.

That time has gone. and for most of the world's people, it went a long time ago.

The 'normal service' some of us once knew was a kind of theatre that required a collective vow
of silence.