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Silent But Dudley: Black Country Blues - Steven Pratt

Silent But Dudley: Black Country Blues Paperback – December 25, 2017

by Mr Steven James Pratt (Author)

This book collects straight ahead prose with go-on-then poetry, directly inspired by Dudley, Stourbridge, Lye, Brierley Hill, and the West Midlands of England. Edited in Amsterdam, 2017 and Montevideo January 2018. The project started in 2005 shortly after I protested the closure of Brierley Hill swimming baths and soon after those at Closeley.

The dubious nature of these closures forced me to question other similar projects. In just over a decade, it seemed as if the privatization process was consuming an entire country, spawning an end-to-end shopping complex crammed full of needless shite.

Shopping malls, swimming baths, Brexit, fake news, friends who passed, international finance capitalism, immigration, rivers, a conspiracy of spies, racism, death, facebook, trolls, left/right politics, and sadly not Mark E Smith are some subjects expounded upon. All I am saying is give thought a dance.

https://www.amazon.com/Silent-But-Dudley-Black-Country/dp/1981191801/ref=la_B078ZWY19Z_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1515956388&sr=1-5

Fly: Selected Poetry (Available To Order)

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1978105096


"Steve fly Pratt provokes the reader into a notorious intellectual ghetto, conspiracy theory. His methodology is susceptible to number of pitfalls. It is a daring genre. It is based on risks, like poetry or Bebop."--Christian Greer. The language of poetry requires a careful balance between spontaneous thought and various charging techniques, to pull down thought into alphabet and not stray too far from the laws. These words are shored from contaminated streams of consciousness, and deployed as snapshots. Brief excursions. Good poetry aims to charge language to a higher degree of meaning and i have no lesser aim to, power-up. Selected from writings started in America, Britain and for the most part, the Netherlands. These poems criss-cross between light hearted rhyming slang and exaggerated hyperbolic rap. Glossing everything from brexit to terrorism, facebook to John Coltrane, economics, psychedelics, anarchism, music and death. Sometimes hilarious, often cryptic and always rolling with rhyme, these scrawls bridge a decade or from the unique perspective of DJ, drummer and writer.

All thinking people oppose terrorism

one year after Brussels was bombed
London was struck by a thoughtless coward
one man with a knife
and a car and a familiar agenda
to cause a spree of terror in the minds of the people
across the mediasphere through
targeting random people
in whatever fundamentalist reality tunnel
this fucker inhabited

all thinking people oppose terrorism
the chaos of the indiscriminate
attacks so devilish in simplicity
a desperate act from a lonely suicidal
maniac driven by who knows what
kind of a broken mind?

all thinking people oppose terrorism
that species of violence and will
to kill based on inflicting a lasting fear
here, in the simplicity, lies the terror
any car and any knife could
take any human life!
both the terrorists and the state are
clear in agreement about that

all thinking people oppose terrorism
but differ on their way to stop it
and on why it started, and, what
else and who else are to blame,
violence united in violence
violence and terrorism know no
nation or religion or race or sex
be indiscriminate in equal condemnation
of terrorism and violence, and war
think different.

all thinking people oppose terrorism
stop the war stop the killing stop
the robbery stop the lies,
oppose the causes of hatred and
the demonization of entire cultures
oppose the use of theistic
terminology such as 'evil'
which plays into the hands of the devil
that master of distraction, obfuscation
and fear mongering

all thinking people oppose terrorism
some people finacially support it
keeping hands clean
selling arms to unstable lunatics to
inflict terror in another land
terror by another brand
the terrorismometer is broken

all thinking people oppose terrorism
some say that false flags are waving
terror as a set-up and a pretext for
cultural division, increase in
state powers and surveillance and
racial profiling and security investment
sheep dipped dupes and manchurian
candidates and strange coincidences
intelligence operations and....and....but

all thinking people oppose terrorism
and so explode with the opposite
everyday love bombing and attacking hate
with thermonuclear peace weapons
killing softly with his song
an unquestionable force for good
with the power of forgiveness blazing

all thinking people oppose terrorism
and should resist the rush to revenge
resist the urge to hate
let the violence become the exclusive
signiture of terrorism
all violence is degrading to the human
stop the wheels stop the killing and the
mockery and the fighting talk
and spare a thought for the victims
and their friends and families and join them
with opposing terrorism
everywhere everywhen.

"All thinking people oppose terrorism both domestic & international but one should not be used to cover the other.--Amiri Baraka

These programs were never about terrorism: they're about economic spying, social control, and diplomatic manipulation. They're about power.”--Ed Snowdon.

A fake poem by an non entity called Acryllic Figa

A fake poem by an non entity called Acryllic Figa

tsars like russian oligarchs
like white supremacist cop tasers
like bullydon boys in pork 

tie and blazars like a global air born disease 

Severe Global Airborn Rightwing Syndrome

sgars across the planet
tsars and czars and little zazen
little father men
busy character armourin’

in tsars we trust
and i hope you bust
free from such tyranny
of we

to me you see the we
is the tribe of all around the world
humanity, the gene pool fool

we domesticated primates
with a god complexity
all together born of a mother
mates buddies sharing ecstasy
of blood flesh bones and skin
same same where begin
or bigend to mend

breathing together in
a masked conspiracy we blend days
the task: get from out the hell basket
mask and anti-mask it
in art and out art crafted

uplift the message of you to us
to me to them and to all
address the good people with general
assembly with put on a slight texan drawl

ladies and gentleman
i speak to the clique’ clearly upon
the tissue of otherness
that which is not me not mine to wine on
seems foreign to me like

phantom energy to teach me
about we to mean me and the others see
the other ‘me’s’ wrapped in TV series

on wide screen watch me’s
an old set of theories
that stereotype ‘me’s’
mixed up with beery sneer ideology

fictional ‘them’s’ and made up ‘me’s’
by screen writer devils and the
analytica sleaze
ad monster men 

well mark these tears
in coming years better learn
to know yourself dears
and get real cozy with you’re inner ears
me you and them shifting plural gears
and try to understand cuz’ 

it might take yonks

you and me maybe not so different after all
each tense about the other
often a squabble sometimes a brawl

similarity and difference hence me
and you to me to mean you as all humanity
the cosmos and everything
under the sun correspond
without within above below
beside the next beyond

you there in the mirror mask
with my face on it let me ask
where did you get my voice
the imitation games bond
nearly spooked myself

you and me or ‘I’ and ‘we’ for want
of better terms
to flip the coin and the perhaps
open a can or worms
heads or tales tribes or tribe
plural or singular
you get the vibe

plural brings choice and reason
the many the mixed the all in betwixt
unhinged unfixed and the difference again
and so on eventually with
flux the doors flap the cards are dealt

a choice of more than two
non-binary that’ll do
a verb cooks to progress
to accept the new data
broad and wide varied yes mate

the difference engine runs the differdance
evolution standing innovation
ability utility stability and levity
for personal identity
in quantity and quality crisis

divisions categories things in time
the men with little hands wave us
back to the bronze age with slime
little heart small brain big head
the great hoarders

with walls and borders
banks tanks gangs and
midnight marauders
and the tsar in me and the
tsar in you
security comes with maturity
pull down thy vanity

it maybe the anti-tsar in you that
dictates that as true
but who to blame who to same
who whoming who?

how to distinguish the others
by name birth sex age race
the tsar in you like Tony the tiger
brings out a certitude
a truly fictional comic enemy
place

to retribalize to trail blaze unfazed
picking up history of the new tribe daze
walk the maze of history
with a ragbag of poetry
astro black mythology and Yussef’s
happyology

what complex of origins fossils and maps
which gene pool ocean
what train which tracks
to binner bouter-space
I’ll see you there to turn tsars
into stars and space into mental
entanglement

gently astonish
government
we all become one
and outlaw the bomb
my tribe our tribe stop
the punishment

gravity pulls its historical point closer
but this hysterical joint jives
with my flow i will not utter his name
no lets just go

to the PR architects of doom
stunt men and supporters of the balloon
i pour whisky on your forehead
put acid in your salad cream and
jelly in your bassoon

trash machine messages to you
and a note to myself
know thyself know the others
do not be afraid to come out
from under the covers

come out come out
wherever you are
this is a message for banker
king MP tsar
we tsars too so don’t tell us
what to do

word to the wise to the
women to the poor you
are the majority
and you own the authority
to open or close your own backdoor
spectacles testicles
brandy reefer we think perpendicular
to the left/right griefer

to divide with pride in one side
not the other you dig sister
feel me brother
the other is a brother from another mother
stop hating and stop with whatever
be clever

play the game to tame sameness
unearth difference honour presence
being here in another’s shoes
cruise in the walking blues
running back with clues
past me’s and past you’s
in your ear and in your eye

out this coded substitute i try
to split identity with senses sense
up your nose and out your ass
this little rhyme

with no pretence we humans share
same sense organs grinding
the same hardware finding
manufacturing code hatchings
same lab or factory block
perhaps a different road some different rocks

equal and opposite others mode
only the software differs a toad is a toad
we are one family of individuals
so division of biological sameness
begins to slouch toward the heart
and minds of the people

divisive PR operations build on
precisely these divisive data fields
stalking us divisively
the psychological dead-visions
departministry of propaganda goose
lies and deceit

infected by sgars syndrome
cambridge analytica
a weaponized language machine
designed by artists stolen by masked
military industrial endtertainment
anti-media

NEWS SPEAK and DOUBLE SPEAK
a thin line right here—dear reader—i feel ya’
this writing is an open invitation tweet
me a turnfable technician
on a mission to gain a laugh on my feet
a paragraph with rare groove
make it new and make it

move by fluke or chance or crook
or no such luck look me in eye
tell us your tales tell em’ all
fly

once and for all on the wall
in the hall scrawl: in anti-masks
we lie, next to the bar
everyman and everywomen
is a tsar

for Bob.

—Steve Fly
Amsterdam

05/02/2017

'Muster Up Some' and 'New Pictures Of Plutocracy'

Muster Up Some...

...can you muster up

some good faith today

can you give the 

benefit of doubt

medicine for the hypersensitive

everybody on the edge-cusp

stress of language used badly

pushing on reality

how can i be the same person

everyday?

exorcising the right

to be unpredictable yet

friendly sympathetic and

willing to listen

are you willing to listen?

willing to give up your time

to understand and

re-register sameness 

equal to difference

to blame yourself and

others equally but not

to dwell on what might 

have been so it clouds 

the here and now

fill in the missing parts

of every message with a 

balanced openness to 

alternative meanings

love all the people

shine bright and let the

warmth of well wishes

charge the hearts of

all humanity

love thy enemy

with a furious blessing

a bolt from the blue

a stern good luck charm

a simple nice word or two

everybody has a complex 

story hidden away

can you listen to the tale

can you overlook the 

distortions and conceits

will you share some

good faith today

and hold back the

prejudice snapping at 

the front of your head

quick to judge blame 

and smudge based on

subjective sensations

unaware of the hoodwink

acting like the center of

everything

including the center of

other people

like a omnipotent God

of righteousness

find some good faith today

consider that you might be wrong

and they might be right 

or that a universe may exist

where both opinions hold

truth and falsehood 

and where probability informs

the discussion

bad faith and empiricism

the illusion of the totality

of meaning and worse yet

the imposition of such bad faith

in deed and action

a literal call to arms

muster up some good faith

today and launch your 

lucky charms 

help keep yourself out

from harms way

muster some
instant karma 

--steve fly

Kinkerstraat, Amsterdam. Friday 18th July, 2015. 11:54 A.M

the wake of the headless one pt. I and II

the wake of the headless one pt. 1

...posting past to post
first to last longest
header to footer to goal posts
get in

modernisn't pist on post apocalapse
timespace spice-trading post
pipped at the post by the male ape
adam nohbiginning noh ending
nohawk at the well

the flight of plural bella
goodness in life in love cycles
turning of gyres and the screw
ages and angels and angles new
old to now in cyclic dragon
drops

dew drop fish-eye everything
everywear everybody eve
of construction co-optical
stairway to fireworks display
distraction

eternity beyond the senses
behind the veil the viol
all against allness of it
all of it hidden by timespace tricks
past life lines of writing
behind the times but first
place to write shortest
plane line point paper...

the wake of the headless one pt. 2

...notation of the rotation flip it
words and meaning change
they charge off the page off
the gauge unreadable

the rubble of history
the immediate mystory
of itsperience
ticket in hand fleeting
thoughts mixed
no word symbol fixed
unless fixed by a fixionalist

last of the page blast
intwo timespace
mist the boat bus ship
mist everything everythink

primordial mister gas
alchemy entity milkmaid
mother mist mamma mummeries
primal chaos like
mist of potential
coagulate all elements in
human being and keep
spinning the word whys word

eclipse what 'is' with em'
a blanket of mist blown
like fairy dust
into the minds of the people
when the mist clears
the past-present-future
are one...

(St)Even Rat Fly
27/8/14. Westerparc, Amsterdam. NL.

Facestuck by Steven James Pratt (Shrt. Story)

Facestuck by Steven James Pratt (3/08/12)

1.
Oh my god, those faces all literally glued to the screen, right across the planet, literally super-glued to the glass plasma crystal screens, unable to move. Eyes look sideways in terror at the images playing in front of them. Gangs of pixels assemble together in self-organized configurations: the words ‘Cheeky mouthy idiots’ repeated in endless fonts and colours. The images of others also stuck to the screen.

A few brave idiots in the initial panic of finding their face stuck to the screen pulled themselves off, leaving a good part of their face still stuck to the screen like a rare pork chop. Many of these people died as a result of their injuries, and some remained still half stuck to the screen, yet with mutilated mouths and bits of flesh dangling around the chin that made eating exceedingly difficult.  

“Next the phones, engage.” A voice said.

All mobile phones around the world were now stuck to their users face and the ear in particular, plus the original phone call was interrupted with a voice repeating the word ‘yes’. Scenes of equal chaos and horror soon followed, enhanced by the images from any camera relaying live feeds, broadcasting the distressed individuals pain and anguish between the literally billions of victims.

2.
Some proposed the facestuck virus acted upon the carbon 60 molecule, triggered by certain vibrations quickly developing a highly dangerous and sticky surface, impossible to part from organic materials such as skin once contact is made. Grafting, which results in a permanent scar is a necessary process, but due to the Billions of victims many have spent decades with their devices stuck to their faces and ears.

An underground black market arose in cheap surgical procedures and quick fixes for those unable to stand the constant torment, but as you probably expect the quality and hygiene in these black markets are questionable and stories of horrific operations, gone wrong, can be heard far and wide across the planet.

Besides the physical discomfort of having a computer, telephone or god forbid and 25 inch flat screen attached to your noggin, the wish to keep the devices updated and in working order became another challenge to the sanity of any thinking individual. Major manufacturers folded and software became outdated, faults and failures often led to year long waiting lists to be seen, diagnosed and sent to an appropriate country to visit the special ‘update of old O.S centre’. Another harrowing experience I would not wish on my worst enemy.

3.
Ten years after the facestuck virus struck humans from the developed world banned any screens from the immediate environment, reverting back to paper, chalk, ink and books. Screens were reserved for special use while under strict supervision and requiring  more special protective clothing. A resurgence of technophobia followed the outbreak and almost threw the planet into another dark ages when all computers, phones and T.V’s were smashed, manufacturing plants burned to the ground and anybody caught with a screen device punished severely, some already having a screen stuck to their face.

Another version of this story involves a psychological illness that results in people putting screens to their faces voluntarily for extended periods of time, perhaps 8 hours a day, without any knowledge that they are doing this, in effect resulting in self-inflicted facestuck. A horrific and painful condition in reality, yet, inside some deep far out hallucinations, the neuro-chemicals fire to stimulate endorphins that tell us nothing is wrong at all, and anybody alerting others to a case of facestuck are themselves delirious and in need of some psychological treatment and correction. (thankfully provided by your local council). And so the outbreak of intelligent viruses such as facestuck change the nature of disease in that they are not perceived as a disease at all, but instead as a virtuous tool of communication, a phone, a T.V etc.; whereas, beneath the hallucination your physical face remains permanently attached to a screen. So scream.

--Steven James Pratt
(Amsterdam, Java Straat. 3/08/12)