Pee, peek, peel, peep, peer
Peeved Pekinese
Peebles
Wednesday 24 November 2010
Saturday 28 November 2009
Rhapsody
The rainbow over Poznan, afar
Bird fluttering in the Friday air.
Wheels of hay, golden quavers in the bar of nature,
Bird fluttering in the Friday air.
Wheels of hay, golden quavers in the bar of nature,
While the touch of soft velvet
Caressing my ears,
Rainbow disappears.
Approaching Poznan, Poland, 4th August 1995
Caressing my ears,
Rainbow disappears.
Approaching Poznan, Poland, 4th August 1995
Embargo
The hedgehog came to eat the waffle,
Domestic, thinking, but not touch, no,
Domestic, thinking, but not touch, no,
Until Dorothy the Witch, stamps and stamps
Green light for Christo, come on Sergei,
Get to the point, banish the carnage
And let there be a flicker again in the desert
Berlin 2nd August 1995
Green light for Christo, come on Sergei,
Get to the point, banish the carnage
And let there be a flicker again in the desert
Berlin 2nd August 1995
Thursday 22 October 2009
His frantic balaam !
Graveyard of the Shuttlecocks if front runner to win the 2009 National Poetry Competition run by the Poetry society of Great Britan. Igglesworth's expectant followers await the results in January 2010. Watch this space !
Thursday 15 October 2009
Wednesday 14 October 2009
Is My Simple Enough?
Igglesworth's outstanding line 'Is my simple enough?' from his popular 1987 poem Wisdom, Intelligence, Torch has recently been the subject of intense debate at Yale University in New Haven, USA after PhD student Eric Gombleputty won the prestigious Noah Webster Prize with his essay on the line. His PhD dissertation prospectus was submitted and approved by the Department of English in the McDougal Center over a year ago but even Gombleputty himself was surprised at the award. "I'm as happy as a purple toadflax" mused the student.
Current Projects
Igglesworth is currently working on four major literary projects:
1. Screenplay based on his novel 'Yamat Shelomo' the story of a Welsh schoolboy and the evolutionary fluke which led to a bizarre and dangerous encounter in the village of Makhfal al Wadi Musa in 464 BC.
2. Short story 'Cormack' the British Diplomat and his alien Grade 9 Executive Officer colleague, Ludd.
3. Follow up to his greatest poem 'Aubergine'
4. Adaptation for radio of his critically acclaimed short story 'Tallinn Station Post Office'
1. Screenplay based on his novel 'Yamat Shelomo' the story of a Welsh schoolboy and the evolutionary fluke which led to a bizarre and dangerous encounter in the village of Makhfal al Wadi Musa in 464 BC.
2. Short story 'Cormack' the British Diplomat and his alien Grade 9 Executive Officer colleague, Ludd.
3. Follow up to his greatest poem 'Aubergine'
4. Adaptation for radio of his critically acclaimed short story 'Tallinn Station Post Office'
Roger Cook
Charlatan supreme, liar and slave and impostor.
Pharisee unequalled, phoney and traitor and slug.
Simpleton extraordinaire, dawdler and cretin and half-bake.
ponce peerless, perjurer, and psychotic and pirate.
Pharisee unequalled, phoney and traitor and slug.
Simpleton extraordinaire, dawdler and cretin and half-bake.
ponce peerless, perjurer, and psychotic and pirate.
Nightless City
Blasphemous worshippers of luck,
Frequent the tortoise stride
Jump to the absolute,
Maidens mugs and averages
Where the Prince reigns over vows
Of pragmatic effects of guns
And still when Bergine claws,
Antiquity,antiquity,antiquity
Antiquity, anonymity, street credibility
A decade, by toilets, by salty knees
Awaken the archaic barons
Of systems, of veils, of offs
Two bees, two knots, too nippy
Lick the bowl or luck ,
And die in shameful rest
Pragmatic, nay, fluidity or
Languid marshlands return
Perfect in it's answers
Stop !!!!
For luck's sake.
Frequent the tortoise stride
Jump to the absolute,
Maidens mugs and averages
Where the Prince reigns over vows
Of pragmatic effects of guns
And still when Bergine claws,
Antiquity,antiquity,antiquity
Antiquity, anonymity, street credibility
A decade, by toilets, by salty knees
Awaken the archaic barons
Of systems, of veils, of offs
Two bees, two knots, too nippy
Lick the bowl or luck ,
And die in shameful rest
Pragmatic, nay, fluidity or
Languid marshlands return
Perfect in it's answers
Stop !!!!
For luck's sake.
Wisdom, Intelligence, Torch
Storms of the brain
Deductive Reasoning
Like catalysts of creative sparks
To Chooring, he is the unit
Remote from the physicality
No accepted definition
At making machines
Even certain inherent extents
It can't be concepts
Pass the Chooring?
On the second day of the match
Conventional knowledge exists
Is my simple enough?
Three associations of this form
I cannot propose the predicates
Because the risk is too risky
Disease ridden infrences
But is it logical?
Applications of my information
Rules were set out
Strategic peculiarity is not here
But methods are led
To apply in a certain area
And the semantic remains
Bases like logic like flexibility
Capacity has been reduced
In a format of change
I see a light
I see smoke
I see a flame
Deductive Reasoning
Like catalysts of creative sparks
To Chooring, he is the unit
Remote from the physicality
No accepted definition
At making machines
Even certain inherent extents
It can't be concepts
Pass the Chooring?
On the second day of the match
Conventional knowledge exists
Is my simple enough?
Three associations of this form
I cannot propose the predicates
Because the risk is too risky
Disease ridden infrences
But is it logical?
Applications of my information
Rules were set out
Strategic peculiarity is not here
But methods are led
To apply in a certain area
And the semantic remains
Bases like logic like flexibility
Capacity has been reduced
In a format of change
I see a light
I see smoke
I see a flame
The Hunter
Silent and sleak
Mild and meek
Hiding in the grass
It's a pity they want your tusks
Glasgow, 1987
Mild and meek
Hiding in the grass
It's a pity they want your tusks
Glasgow, 1987
But I Had
Seam to seem, and then again seem to seam;
Gross indifference clogs the planet
Until one repeats oneself in vain, in vain
Bandits !
Gross indifference clogs the planet
Until one repeats oneself in vain, in vain
Bandits !
January 31st
Indians ride their horses
All yew is driled
And Custer shall triumph,
In St.Mara's house,
Ha! Ha! you shouldn't
Have woken those dogs,
Not fifteen days ago,
Linger in death man of all yew,
For next year the dogs screw the horses
All yew is driled
And Custer shall triumph,
In St.Mara's house,
Ha! Ha! you shouldn't
Have woken those dogs,
Not fifteen days ago,
Linger in death man of all yew,
For next year the dogs screw the horses
Lazy Susan and The Gombeen Man
I've got soul but I'm not a soldier
What?
I've got cunt but I'm not a country
What?
I've got cunt but I'm not a country
The Purple Toadflax
A mat, on a burrowing figwort
A handle, on a stinking hellbore
A beard, on a hairy seablite
A labyrinth, on a purple toadflax
The tooth, of a shrubby sneezepump
The eye, of a raming fumitory
The grip, of a goaded houseleek
The labyrinth, of a purple toadflax
No shine, from a blissful jugsag
No blessing, from a spotted crab-louse
No ties, from a gleemish pigwidgin
No labyrinth, from a purple toadflax
No labyrinth, from a purple toadflax
A handle, on a stinking hellbore
A beard, on a hairy seablite
A labyrinth, on a purple toadflax
The tooth, of a shrubby sneezepump
The eye, of a raming fumitory
The grip, of a goaded houseleek
The labyrinth, of a purple toadflax
No shine, from a blissful jugsag
No blessing, from a spotted crab-louse
No ties, from a gleemish pigwidgin
No labyrinth, from a purple toadflax
No labyrinth, from a purple toadflax
Black Mass
Fiendish gatherings that Saturday
Crooked animals their glory fight
Innocent, mis-guided heroes
Martyrized by the bastard lynch mob.
Crooked animals their glory fight
Innocent, mis-guided heroes
Martyrized by the bastard lynch mob.
Graveyard of the Shuttlecocks
Examples cannot add splendour, at Tuesday, on dusk.
Bereavements all in dusty death, lie, probably, probably not,
Choke the hunter, his frantic balaam, his sequential steps.
Rampage on the toilet, so ominous but perilous, and Jams
His hands hold life searching for death
Bat mistake, for, four, fower, fewer, frewar, feathers.
___________________________________________
Shettleston Leisure Centre, February 1988
Bereavements all in dusty death, lie, probably, probably not,
Choke the hunter, his frantic balaam, his sequential steps.
Rampage on the toilet, so ominous but perilous, and Jams
His hands hold life searching for death
Bat mistake, for, four, fower, fewer, frewar, feathers.
___________________________________________
Shettleston Leisure Centre, February 1988
Stormlamp
Through the dark mist , chimes indifferent
Seven towers, seven sisters
Every blackguard walks the distance
Keep your night light burning
Seven towers, seven sisters
Every blackguard walks the distance
Keep your night light burning
The Rapee
Icj, yo, je, whatever
The nigger's sweat
Jamboree, jamboree...
Will your anchor hold?
Glasgow 1988
The nigger's sweat
Jamboree, jamboree...
Will your anchor hold?
Glasgow 1988
The Fox (homage to Ted Hughes)
Willie, the sly
His mechanical conscience,
Challenging death, no, not yet.
Bounding out of human eye
Willie, perpetual hunter
Morning is nigh.
Maternal instinct
Forefront of his personality
Body, head.....Distinct.
Glasgow 1987
His mechanical conscience,
Challenging death, no, not yet.
Bounding out of human eye
Willie, perpetual hunter
Morning is nigh.
Maternal instinct
Forefront of his personality
Body, head.....Distinct.
Glasgow 1987
Warfare
Christmas has sauntered by;
Upon the ground the snow doth lie,
How it melts with unsurpassed ease
Glasgow 1987
Upon the ground the snow doth lie,
How it melts with unsurpassed ease
Glasgow 1987
Aubergine
Oh ! Bergine, green soup
Quagmire, fantastical marshland
Consistence favours you, Oh !
While, away the coin to drop
On misty bowls, Oh ! China
From within, the emergence of -
Gloss, yellow robust garters
Hold my fire for you
Exclaimed the horses unto him
Oh ! Bergine, my crab
Grave parting
Cry no more
Gullet
Glasgow 1987
Quagmire, fantastical marshland
Consistence favours you, Oh !
While, away the coin to drop
On misty bowls, Oh ! China
From within, the emergence of -
Gloss, yellow robust garters
Hold my fire for you
Exclaimed the horses unto him
Oh ! Bergine, my crab
Grave parting
Cry no more
Gullet
Glasgow 1987
Valley of The Knollys
From Christchurch to the water
Lies a rural three day wonder
By the brook there sings a bird
Reading silently, charging, Danish.
The butts, the castle, the steamer
Are all drowned out
By the rampant roars.
Lies a rural three day wonder
By the brook there sings a bird
Reading silently, charging, Danish.
The butts, the castle, the steamer
Are all drowned out
By the rampant roars.
A Christmas Tale
Christmas is a time of good will
Mince pies and sherry for all
See little Johnny, playing with his clockwork train
It's a pity about your mother and father.
Mince pies and sherry for all
See little Johnny, playing with his clockwork train
It's a pity about your mother and father.
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