blac blocs are fucking dead manifesto

Made entirely from words cut from blac blocs’ lyrics page and words cut from the lyric sheet of blac blocs’ 2010 CD ‘mandala’
With apologies and love to allan, tonja, ray, dion & trevor

This is a performance piece.

In 4/4 time. * represents a quarter-note (crotchet) rest

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i went
i went
i went
to see the shit |

comin
Previous
pulsating dingbat | this page is updated frequently this page |
is updated frequently pulsating dingbat | oh
and i need to fix the enjambment | the enjambment
will not be sacrificed * |

just another perfect concrete day | Expect
another sentence * * |

we bow down *

we bow down * |

we will never be free * * |

won’t be driven
must not be written |
cannot be painted
will not be listened to | got a massive machine to make a racket
if I can find | how to unpack it Built and maintained |
Built and maintained
Built * |

and maintained *

you never * |

you never *

listen * |

i’m gonna get some petrol * |

there are roads head underground head underground the brave rise |
up head underground the brave rise up |
sand head sand head |
under the
tear * * |

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i went to see
the mean perth shit |
wasted stoned drunk fucking |
dicks pissin little sister |
little sister Bang Bang Bangin |
fuckin weekend face * |

little sister the other we could fuck |
collapse
eat
lie
rise |
wasted
empty
stoned
drunk |
fucking
pissin
hey lil sister |
don’t stop fucking * * |

children
apathy
could not
wasted |
can you feel it pop * * |

children
apathy
could not
wasted |
can you feel it pop pop pop | * *

pop police | witness a problem
just like the other one |
mission mr smokin in the street |
pissin in the sand
coins
brand |
pissin
dead
just like the other one |
just like the other one
mission mr |
wasted
empty
stoned
drunk |
fuckin
pissin
hey lil sister |
i’m gonna see you
comatose |
mistook yr intention stop go |
every time Bang Bang Bangin |
weekend face
rocks sacrificed |
people dead
it’s just a voter |
get pisseder chair boy |
it’s just a voter
get pisseder |
boy * * * |

i had to
she fucked
shit
we used |
i tried smoking in the studio no new songs |
smoking in the studio no new songs | no pamphlets no backroom no action
no action |
no action
no action
to be recorded * |

Expect another sentence
instead you were hangin |

hey little sister
we could fuck |
collapse
eat
lie
rise |
we drank all yr beer
we smoked a lot of weed |
we had a nice time
you shoulda been there |
key performance Didya see my
dick |
head underground the brave rise
up |
head underground the brave rise
up |
sand head sand head |
under the
tear * * |

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manifesto *
manifesto * |

i am the dance
i mean it
its necessary |
its not the escalator now * |

if we down the methods
we will never be free |
this is not culture
no time
to sing |
no time
to sing * * |

got a massive machine to make a racket
if i can find | how to unpack it Built and maintained |
Built and maintained
Built * |

and maintained *

pulsating dingbat | this page is updated frequently Didya see my |
dick * * * |

And it was Good Good Good this is not recorded |
Good Good Good this is not recorded |
sit down shutup sit down shutup |
face the tv get real in the letter |
face the tv get real in the letter |
another perfect pocketful of fantasy |
you never *

you never * |

listen *

i’m gonna get some | petrol *

there are roads * |

get in drive break the line |
manifesto * * * |

i am the dance
i mean it
its necessary |
if we down the methods
we will never be free |
this is not culture
no time
to sing |
no time
to sing
no time
to sing |

it’s my shit

(found poem: Paul Harrison’s September titles (go there & scroll down past the poems to see the original))

And Life in the Abstract and what
make sense of this or mock it well-read
hmas ovens (or oberon king of the fairies) wake some of the better,
unknown, small press poets you…
drinking my medicine whatever, whatever.
first poets the preferred leadership
polls my iron brain death
notice some of the better, famous, unknown small presses
understudy
if sooner or later (tonight) once
there was a galileo
stats and death was the metaphor.
and death was all he… not my problem (samuel taylor coleridge)
like
or
as
borneo to be the sun is
setting on the south china sea
and i’ve been interrogated, (before) in some great country
koran
burning
day
it’s the small stuff…
and that will
on
the news at the latest reading in town
admiring and now blindfold
i picture us tonight (and once) running the rag
Amobarbital
THIS THEN
sure
my definition of it
at the dealers

boots

if you are an arm
I will be a gauntlet
     black and magenta lace
     your skin still visible
     your hands still free and
if you are a head
I will be the hat
     adorn yr sarcastic kickn or soft wishn eyes and
if you are a coat
I will be the back but
if you are boots I will be
     not feet
     not polish, just
another pair
walking
alongside