overheard monologue (snipet), presumed schizophrenic

happy new year
that's how it is
since they put the chip in the brain
yes, how now brown cow?
don't tell me what i already know
this is just a pipette talking
advertising with a catapult
back to the start
i'll build a park
i'll take a hit
for a doctor
scary like dark dark dark
the bare necessities
old mother nature's recipes

childhood memory 3

"when i was 8 the girls at the bottom of the road used to bully me so i stayed at home the whole summer with my pet rat. he used to listen to me because no one else would listen to me. his name was lucas the listener. he never bit or scratched anyone ever coz he was so friendly. on valentines day we made cards at school. i made one for lucas because i wanted him to know i loved him. our class had a competition for the best card and i got the prize. i was so happy."

- Hugo, aged 19

aisle 6

a casseous mass
a premium cheese
full of varicose veins
blue with sadness
bruised clot of fermented dairy
churned hunk of putrid fat
spun from a modified sweat gland
in the bosom of what once was a beast

someone trips
on a frozen corpse
a customer
takes with them
an armful of shelf
on their way towards
a laminated collision
towards a puddle of glass
and broken calcified matrix

"spillage on aisle 11"
an omnipotent voice echos,
thick with colloquial cadence

strong bleach is employed
elbow grease and a mop and bucket
a fractured spine
a legal process
there's a court battle
there's pitty
and a carrier goodie bag of dessicated dreams

vacuum packed brains
on supermarket shelves
in jars
alongside the other dismembered body parts
isolated organs down aisle 6
menstruating hearts and perennial livers
the contents of a chest that beats no more
laid bare in the ice

a pint of milk
a pound of flesh
your weight in gold
the blood of your first-born
your bank details
your pin and chip
this is the price we must pay

BEEP BEEP goes the till
the sound of censorship
a validated bar-code
time to move on

a pickled mind
a shrunken head
a sphincter that tightens
as eye contact is made

we see each other as obstacles

FGM WHO Definitions

WHO Types I–II

The WHO has created a more detailed typology, Types I–III, based on how much tissue is removed; Type III is "sewn closed." Type IV describes symbolic circumcision and miscellaneous procedures.^[43]
Type I is subdivided into Ia, removal of the clitoral hood (rarely performed alone),^{[n 6]} and the more common Ib (clitoridectomy), the complete or partial removal of the clitoral glans and clitoral hood.^[45] (When discussing FGM, the WHO uses clitoris to refer to the clitoral glans, the visible tip of the clitoris.)^[46] Susan Izett and Nahid Toubia write: "[T]he clitoris is held between the thumb and index finger, pulled out and amputated with one stroke of a sharp object."^[47]
Type II (excision) is the complete or partial removal of the inner labia, with or without removal of the clitoral glans and outer labia. Type IIa is removal of the inner labia; IIb, removal of the clitoral glans and inner labia; and IIc, removal of the clitoral glans, inner and outer labia. Excision in French can refer to any form of FGM.^[48]

Type III

Type III (infibulation or pharaonic circumcision), the "sewn closed" category, involves the removal of the external genitalia and fusion of the wound. The inner and/or outer labia are cut away, with or without removal of the clitoral glans. Type IIIa is the removal and closure of the inner labia and IIIb the outer labia.^{[n 7]} The practice is found largely in Djibouti, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Somalia and Sudan (though not South Sudan) in northeast Africa. Estimates of numbers vary: according to one in 2008, over eight million women in Africa have experienced it.^{[n 8]} According to UNFPA in 2010, 20 percent of women with FGM have been infibulated.^[12]

Comfort Momoh, a specialist midwife, writes of Type III: "[E]lderly women, relatives and friends secure the girl in the lithotomy position. A deep incision is made rapidly on either side from the root of the clitoris to the fourchette, and a single cut of the razor excises the clitoris and both the labia majora and labia minora."^[49] In Somalia the clitoral glans is removed and shown to the girl's senior female relatives, who decide whether enough has been amputated. After this the labia are removed.^[50]

A single hole of 2–3 mm is left for the passage of urine and menstrual fluid by inserting something, such as a twig, into the wound.^{[n 9][52]} The vulva is closed with surgical thread, agave or acacia thorns, or covered with a poultice such as raw egg, herbs and sugar.^[53] The parts that have been removed might be placed in a pouch for the girl to wear.^[54] To help the tissue bond, the girl's legs are tied together, often from hip to ankle, for anything up to six weeks; the bindings are usually loosened after a week and may be removed after two.^[55] Momoh writes:

[The entrance to the vagina] is obliterated by a drum of skin extending across the orifice except for a small hole. Circumstances at the time may vary; the girl may struggle ferociously, in which case the incisions may become uncontrolled and haphazard. The girl may be pinned down so firmly that bones may fracture.^[49]

If the remaining hole is too large in the view of the girl's family, the procedure is repeated.^[56] The vagina is opened for sexual intercourse, for the first time either by a midwife with a knife or by the woman's husband with his penis. In some areas, including Somaliland, female relatives of the bride and groom might watch the opening of the vagina to check that the girl is a virgin.^[57] Psychologist Hanny Lightfoot-Klein interviewed hundreds of women and men in Sudan in the 1980s about sexual intercourse with Type III:

The penetration of the bride's infibulation takes anywhere from 3 or 4 days to several months. Some men are unable to penetrate their wives at all (in my study over 15%), and the task is often accomplished by a midwife under conditions of great secrecy, since this reflects negatively on the man's potency. Some who are unable to penetrate their wives manage to get them pregnant in spite of the infibulation, and the woman's vaginal passage is then cut open to allow birth to take place. ... Those men who do manage to penetrate their wives do so often, or perhaps always, with the help of the "little knife." This creates a tear which they gradually rip more and more until the opening is sufficient to admit the penis.^[58]

The woman is opened further for childbirth and closed afterwards, a process known as defibulation (or deinfibulation) and reinfibulation. Reinfibulation can involve cutting the vagina again to restore the pinhole size of the first infibulation. This might be performed before marriage, and after childbirth, divorce and widowhood.<sup>[n 10][60]

from: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Female_genital_mutilation</sup>

Sphere of Colour

The most common
feature is the presence of spicules,
long thin fingers of luminous gas
which appear like the blades
of a huge field of fiery grass
growing upwards from the photosphere below.

Spicules
rise to the top of the chromosphere
and then sink back down again
over the course of about 10 minutes.

Similarly,
there are horizontal wisps of gas
called fibrils,
which last about twice as long as spicules.

Filaments
(and prominences,
which are filaments viewed from the side)
underlie many coronal mass ejections
and hence are important
to the prediction of space weather.

Solar prominences rise
up through the chromosphere
from the photosphere,
sometimes reaching
altitudes of 150,000 km.
These gigantic plumes
of gas
are the most spectacular
of solar phenomena,
aside from the less frequent
solar flares.

The chromosphere
(literally, "sphere of colour")
is the second of the three main layers
in the Sun's atmosphere
and is roughly 2,000 kilometres
deep.
It sits
just above
the photosphere
and just below
the solar transition region. 

text from wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chromosphere last accessed 20:38 26/02/16 all i have done is press [enter]. example of prose cutting poem

100 copies

Only after the last tree has been cut down,
Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish been caught
Will you realise that money cannot be eaten

It's a classic. Today i went to the library and slipped it into 100 finance reference books*. What good will it do? Well, what is the use of a message in a bottle?

*yes, the paper was recycled; no i don't know how damaging laser printing toner is to the environment, but apparently the lowdown can be found here, in a comprehensive 27 page report of the environmental impact of laser printers, and also here, in a readers' digest 11 page review.

paper aeroplane

    a post-modern tumbleweed
with a belly full of stories
takes flight on the trend of a giant breath
the scrambled stochastic trajectory
of a single particle of information
    a bit
    a byte
    a letter
in 29,000 fathoms of atmosphere
invisibly animated by the movement of busy air
whipped up in a metropolitan media storm

    a flustered alphabet of agitated shavings

    a decorative splurge of granular noise

    a cellulose haystack of impulsive words

in discarded red-top rags
caking gritty slabs
flaking city scabs
the frayed corners of ripped-up mags
tossed back and forth by aeolian waves
they kiss in mid-flight
through some improbable dance of butterfly wings
to form a pornographic tornado of flesh confetti
that rises from the urban mulch
as if summoned by a time-travelling pagan demon

    a hurtling pyramid of perennial spin

    a rotating chronicle of sex and violence

    a shabby tower of composted meaning

a bright black pyroclastic flow of mutant fiction
cascades from the top floor of every skyscraper in town

raining caustic fables between gaping architecture
under the auspices of a curling magnate moustache
small print covering the skin of each disposable pedestrian
fusing tissue to tissue with the heat of excruciating deceit
as the combustible features of the facial anatomy ignite
until the oxygen is spent
and the vultures perch
and the two headed beast of gossip and history
fade again like autumn
into a heap of spineless characters
fossilised in puddles and gutters
in volumes of trivial art
shedding skin
shedding leaves
headlines
and hot glue