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Panic! Brixton Poetry Home Page WebCounter http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/index.htm	4.9k
10 inches 10 inches... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/10inches.html	0.8k
17.htm 17 Dorel Cheminson Our identity. it is 1998 two years to the millenium we lie in wait spirit dead dread eco warriers high in the trees or buried in the underground no one can reach them there fight for what they believe a fight against time people talk of destruction government bomb nations they pay ransoms for... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/17.htm	2.2k
Aaron Aaron 1961... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/aaron.html	0.8k
About Panic! HOME Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Panic! Poet Project Panic! Poetry & Arts is a place of poetry, writing & art founded in Brixton, South London (UK) in 1998. Since its founding, Panic! has... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/aboutpanic!.htm	4.8k
Acceptance Acceptance Shannon Pugh I no longer wish to undo the past The old rusty hinges swing both ways And I care not of my first nor last The slam of the door I no longer wish to control the future The space age and software will pass me by And I'll turn my world in I no longer hold the present These days are too heavy... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/acceptance.htm	1.4k
Acephalae ACEPHALAE http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/acephalae.html	0.8k
Actionman Actionman... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/actionman.html	0.8k
ad.htm ad jim luchte the repetitive shock sustains an imprint - a false blue sun glows after the bright blind light the imprint remains cognitively organized docile awareness - priorities - preferences i walk into the site the situation of purchase each bright & bizarre label package reactivates the message & the medium... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/ad.htm	3.7k
ADVENTURES IN GOOD LIVING ADVENTURES IN GOOD LIVING Ken Pobo In the patio we put in, gardenias guard our unpainted palace. Deck chairs, a clear-glass table, and scented candles. We�d love to have you over, but our patio drifts over trees-- not of earth, it prefers others. We�re boring. We can�t help it--we�re alive. Clouds stop by the... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/adventures.htm	1.7k
Mussenden Temple Mussenden Temple Alan Robinson Back to Poet Project Radio Ulster, I can hear you Phone in? I did for twenty years. White noise in Belfast - A helicopter from Hollywood Barracks. I cannot find you on the dial But a brute certainty And dumb indifference Is the tinnitus I hear - The sound of your radio waves When... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/alanrobinson.htm	13.5k
All Black All Black Anthony Metivier All black. God will not watch over - Large in dark, forest of midnight, footless, falling into church Jazz floating in from a distant corner Signatures in saxophone black. God will not watch over - Beyond tone, beyond mastery, beyond the things fine and mellow We the weak broken at the... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/allblack.htm	2.8k
Allende Allende... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/allende.html	0.8k
FOR ALL THE CITIES IN ALL THE COUNTRIES FOR ALL THE CITIES IN ALL THE COUNTRIES Ben Myers Washing machine in trolley porch way philosophers old lady sans teeth a fist fight a policeman dog shit pavement a horn a needle sun-beaten furniture man with can and blue tatoo scaffolding, traffic jam, chicken box E-mail Ben Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/allthecities.htm	1.4k
Panic! Alternative Press Links Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Panic! Poet Project Panic! Alternative Press Links Home Al Jazeera in English FAIR The Nation Dissent Mother Jones Salon Pacifica Whole Again Media Index Adbusters Green Net IGC Protest.Net... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/alternativepress.htm	8.8k
Alternatives to Glue Alternatives to Glue jim luchte d amiana aphrodisia & pagan ph ilosophy joyrides, Corrupt the Youth!, lovely boys & girls, snif fin' their tubes of glue, tell them the supple truth, or sed uce their voracious curiosities r uptive magical resemblances & YOU go tta loot those rich people's houses! D rive them to... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/alternatives.htm	7.1k
alternatives 2 glue ALTERNATIVES TO GLUE http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/altuglue.html	0.9k
paradox amerikkkana paradox amerikkkana jim luchte do you really believe you are so righteous hidden within der peer belongs everybody is doing it this banality of evil he says it is ok spits out propaganda that is his job commander in spin birth of a nation triumph of the will 40 acres & a mule you know that you will be able to... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/americana.htm	1.8k
amerikkkan poems amerikkkan poems Jim Luchte Home the war paradox amerikkkana oral sex is a human right the meaning of love Homeland Security ad Logic the politics of death American Odysseus Jesus Odysseus you have already slept bankruptcy The Pharmacy Panic! Poets Panic! Writing Panic! Art Gallery Panic! Alternative Philosophy... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/amerikkkan.htm	2.3k
Anima Anima Charles Frederickson Unconscious true anima innermost self As opposed to outer persona Totality of feminine emotional feelings Autonomous complex heirborne male possessed Aggregate of maternal lineage aspects Manifested in dreams within dreams Within dreams unfolded map charting Inward journey destination... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/anima.htm	2.3k
Animal Nursery Rhyme Animal Nursery Rhyme Jacqueline Weir Scream And scream And scream In vain. Accused. Murdered. Butcher Insane. Electric Stabbing Pain Scream again. Slice Cut Throat Red Screen Red Scream Skinned Boned And lean. Greed To bleed. Meat To breed To die To cease To be 'He' or 'she'. I smell the blood Of your Family.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/animal.htm	1.3k
Another Dumb Poem About Poetry Another Dumb Poem About Poetry Ben Myers I have decided: poetry is journalism of the soul if the soul exists and journalism cares little for facts which, let�s face it, has always been the case. I write this: another dumb poem about poetry during yet another war because it seems like it�s all I can do apart from... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/another.htm	1.9k
Apollo Never Forgets His Children Apollo Never Forgets His Children Sandeep Sharma Pigeon-grey swaddling smothering Feltham Insistent mists, morning, ugly town Ugly, ugly, ugly town From four to eighty everyone's rejected Beauty in favour of sullen lives See! Apollo, that card, disguised as Diana Sneak, silver dressed, invites us all Driven by... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/apollo.htm	1.8k
Panic Art Gallery Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Panic! Poet Project Panic! Art Gallery Franck Toto Jim Luchte Wendy Sullivan Zoe Thomas Maureen Scott Ed Hall Durlabh Singh Artist Links Dee Rimbaud Eva Lewarne Sarah Chris... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/artgallery.htm	5.4k
Artist & Model Artist & Model http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/artmod.html	0.8k
assata shakur ASSATA SHAKUR http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/asasa.html	0.8k
Ascension Ascension Oluwarotimi Ogunnubi Let me hit you with subliminal messages Interfere with ya sub conscious Meditate upon your beauty You intimidate me with your mental Without making me feel incapable Serenade you with my sweet vocals When the nite is through We sure to be a couple Intensive conversations peaceful... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/ascension.htm	3.0k
At the North Pole At the North Pole Laurence Overmire There�s a lake �Water� Not ice, not nice To think we Still refuse To change the way we Insist on doing Business. E-mail Laurence Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/atthenorthpole.htm	1.2k
Auschwitz Auschwitz Gerard D. Williams Black spectre, pale ghost Spirits dancing in the Cold night air We were already dead. Dark star, black moon, The ovens took the Children. I saw no Angels, only grey ash falling like flakes of snow brushing against my cheek. their last embrace mingled with my tears. I tasted their innocence... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/auschwitz.htm	1.5k
automaton automaton Verian Thomas My fingers find the keys, driven by a mind that is off somewhere on its own, remote control, cruise control, letters bundling together into words, panicking crowd mentality. The word �lemming� forms then the image falls away and drowns at the bottom of a cliff. Round and round and round... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/automaton.htm	1.7k
Bada Bing and Other Poems Back to Panic! Poets Bada Bing and Other Poems Doug Draime Bada Bing Jack K. told Allen G. that William B. Liked to fuck boys, or was that The other way around? Yeah, it must have been the other way around ?Cause Allen G. liked to fuck them real real young And he knew by sight another perv who liked to fuck boys... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/badabing.htm	5.6k
bad dreams bad dreams Verian Thomas A lonely hill on a windswept afternoon. The two of us, hand in hand, heading for the hayloft in the distance. No, I would be alone, that would make more sense, wondering if you were waiting at he hayloft in the distance. It should be night, lit by a fat moon. No, better to be pitch black,... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/baddreams.htm	1.9k
Baghdad is Burning, April 2003 Baghdad is Burning, April 2003� Grief curls fingers into fists: Ours pound cluttered oak desks. Theirs rest on closed pine coffins. Please cancel this spring. We�re courting death in Iraq, not life. So much greening belies their pain, their loss. Clench your fists harder still.� Squeeze flower back to bud.� Against... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/BaghdadisBurning.htm	6.8k
Bake Bread and Make Babies Bake Bread and Make Babies Peter Mitchelson Sometimes - Alguras veces Simple things - cosas facil Are the hardest - son mas tan duro Eye of the needle Rich man and woman Meekness of the mind Political man and woman Humility of the heart Proud man and woman Commitment of the soul One man and woman Sometimes - Alguras... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/bakebread.htm	1.7k
Balkan Romance Balkan Romance Steven Taylor While you were asleep The River Danube Sucked up all the sky. The River Danube Sucked up all the sky that had fallen. Every single drop. I love you. But there Is nothing left. Not One single drop of sky. E-mail Steven Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/balkanromance.htm	1.2k
Ball Ball... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/ball.html	0.8k
bankruptcy bankruptcy jim luchte every year thousands of families are thrown out of their commited worlds nothingness displaces fractured meaninglessness ambiguity countless faces drown in bankruptcy bankruptcy is a symptom of a bankrupt world culture ??????- face to face this genocide "shalt" succeed, but it will be the... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/bankruptcy2.htm	1.8k
out on beale out on beale Shane O'Neill Estuarine for this is where she bids farewell Leaving to lead a life of her own, with your man, Atlantic. Sure can�t you trace it way back, before this, this soul swell; Her pupils the clouds in the sky, a giveaway, lovesick. A subdued Shannon coming from the Coast road here to Beale;... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/beale.htm	2.0k
because because bohdan yuri why did you rob him? because, because he had it and i didn't, it wasn't right that he had it and i didn't, so i took it from him, now i have something. what did you do with his lunch money? i bought a soda some cookies and ice cream. any change left over? yeah, a dime, you want it. why did... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/because.htm	1.5k
A Bedroom Scene A Bedroom Scene David Penn The sheet is rucked And bothering us. Its ridges rest against our skin like sand. You're curled up in a corner, I'm a knot across the centre. If you turned you'd join me, But I need my space. E-mail David Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/bedroom.htm	1.3k
Before 911 Before 911 Before 911 there was the making of the faking-it matrix , the exploit joint with questionable diligence and� a one trick policy fix fanning the fantasy of fandom, tinsel tactile institutions substituting for hands on wheel feel freedom. Before 911 the aching was still in the making, thoughts processed... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/before911.htm	14.1k
Before the Storm Before the Storm Zelda Rhiando Electric Mary mainlining it on New York's veins, glows at the wall, naked brickwork stained with life, years, age in this new place, fast and always creating itself. We are the lunatics, stalking sane people hiding in Bellevue from the seething streets, gridlocked, and screaming... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/beforethestorm.htm	2.5k
Belfast Belfast http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/belfast.html	0.8k
Gottfried Benn: Poems Gottfried Benn: Poems A translation of a selection of poems from the controverisal German poet situated against the background of art by Jim Luchte. 21pp. http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/benn.html	1.3k
BENT MARIUS NIELSON BENT MARIUS NIELSON �This friend of mine, his name is Bent Marius Nielson, and every day he stands at the station, the very same station, stationary amongst the commuters going, and coming, and going, to work, and jobs, and, very important places. While they come and go, he just stands there, a statue in the rush.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/bent.htm	3.8k
Berner's House Berner's House Lucy Bostock She scorns me for looking for confirmation of a love that is always there but I need it like a petulant child She caresses the essence of me with her gentle stare Berner's House. Pink sickly plush cush When they saw me as your inevitable sister And I grumbled because they wouldn't let... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/bernershouse.htm	1.6k
Microsoft Word - beyondtheimpossible.doc http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/beyondtheimpossible.pdf	175.6k
Big Man's Land of Misery Big Man's Land of Misery Melanie Edwards The Big Men's biggest obstacle- they can't get in my head. So they drive me mad with taxes, Telling me how my life should be lead. Because I don't drive a fancy car, They think I live in Backward Land. But so what if I'm comfortable, When I speak what Big Man calls DIALECT.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/bigman.htm	1.7k
Bird Feeder Back to Panic! Poets Bird Feeder Michael Lee Johnson Baby, born just a sparrow- first flight from balcony to tree limb. A chip of corn falls from the feeder to the ground. -2007- Panic! Poetry Movies Panic! Poetry Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/birdfeeder.htm	1.5k
Black Irishman Black Irishman Stephanie Dickinson He was either a little death or a long jump. Like the dragline of a spider he haunted her apartment for weeks. Tall in ragged cutoffs, he sat where the magnolias reached into the heat, petals like gutted fish lungs, his ravaged skin, handsome. "I've been watching you get into... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/black.htm	2.8k
Black Beans Black Beans Jim Luchte even with Allende dead, our mother's heart is still calm - bodies of chaos fester in the streets - no one is safe at night they come - take him away next it is her & another -- four in one night twenty disappear -- thousands herded into this stadium cranks its grind via saturation turbine... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/blackbeans.htm	4.9k
bloodstains: a young girl's trilogy bloodstains: a young girl's trilogy bohdan yuri bloodstain 1 there were bloodstains when i was born. dad was angry and swung his fist. Mama wiped the blood from her lip. i was born early on that same day. She knew dad for one short night, "not mine", and he was gone. Mama gave me life and kissed my soul. how could... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/bloodstains.htm	2.7k
The Bloody Words Won't Come Out The Bloody Words Won't Come Out Ray Scraggs There is a blank white piece of paper A pen with ink in it And a hand willing to work But where are the words When I need them I remember when the words Used to flow like wine Golden words that could Explain and clarify The thoughts I was thinking The pain I was feeling... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/bloodywords.htm	1.9k
"Boarders" by Paul Verlaine "Boarders" by Paul Verlaine Translated by Christopher Mulrooney Fifteen was one, the other quite sixteen since; Both of them slept together in one room. It was a September evening full of gloom: They were frail, blue-eyed, with strawberry tints. Each had doffed, to make herself at ease, Her nightgown fresh with... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/boarders.htm	1.7k
book1.qxd http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/bookdraft.pdf	142.0k
A Bread and Butter Life A Bread and Butter Life Oladipo Agboluaje Damola woke up at the usual time. And as usual thoughts imported from all over his past lined up like a Greek chorus, chiming one after the other the chronicles of a dull and concept driven life. Lying in bed he wondered if today would be any better than yesterday. He... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/breadbutter.htm	10.7k
Bring Back That Lovely Feeling http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/bringback.htm	3.7k
Brixton bomber Brixton bomber... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/brixbomb.html	0.8k
Panic! Brixton Prison Poetry Project and Competition HOME Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Panic! Poet Project Panic! Brixton Prison Poetry Project Panic! welcomes you to read Time: Brixton Prison Poetry, (.pdf) a book of prisoner poetry and photography... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/brixpris.htm	9.8k
Brixton Brixton John Tucker It's my kind of town - not pretty or grand - The streets are all dirty, some houses fall down. The street stones are cracked - and some of the folks - The yardies have guns and deal out the smokes. I know it's not Cheam - there's too much to dread, It's poor and it's tough, but Brixton's got... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/brixton.htm	3.1k
Brixton Bomb Brixton Bomb http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/brixton1.html	0.8k
ASLEF http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/brixton2.html	0.8k
NURMTW http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/brixton3.html	0.8k
Bosnia http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/brixton4.html	0.8k
Cable Street Cable Street http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/brixton5.html	0.8k
Sarah Thomas Sarah Thomas http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/brixton6.html	0.8k
Rocky Bennett Rocky Bennett http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/brixton7.html	0.8k
Is a broken vase enough? A broken vase is enough. Is a broken vase enough? A broken vase is enough. Wendy Jones Sexually abused Used. Played with Toyed with Incestuously fused Sex girl Pseudo boy. Sex toy. And you, Francis, who wants me for your lover After this Chinese dinner and our laughing chit-chat. But don't embrace Or I break It's not fake How she came... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/brokenvase.htm	1.7k
bush jr bush jr... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/bushjr.html	0.8k
Po la Caraterra Por La Caraterra Shane O'Neill A dark road, a night time run�.. Cocoons with searchlight antennae Shipping workers towards the capital, towards the Corporation � Returning from the match, an illuminated link chain of DNA Slinks towards you, each link a cute girl�s wink; Inviting exploration, like a mermaid�s song,... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/caraterra.htm	2.0k
Carnivore Inhuman Carnivore Inhuman Jacqueline Weir The angry wind I will reap Wandering through My dreamless Sleep Just watch me Harvest the Totured souls Eat the mother Mourned By the calf, The husband Mourned By the wife. I am drunk On the blood Of the helpless, There is no Finer wine. I will burn This carcass To my liking Trail... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/carnivore.htm	1.5k
the catastrophe the catastrophe chris daley All philosophical discourses must inaugurate themselves through the assumption of certain premises. These premises, however provisional, give the discourse its orientation, determine its questions and shape the scope of its inquiries. Each philosopher to the extent that s/he completes... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/catastrophe.htm	9.2k
Cave Dweller Cave Dweller Laurence Overmire He wielded his religion like a mallet Thwacked us over the head with it Whenever he felt the need to bolster his own Ego, make him feel Superior to the rest of us Lower life forms. E-mail Laurence Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/cavedweller.htm	1.2k
Celebrity Skin Shot Celebrity Skin Shot Jacqueline Weir She saw Herself Through melted glass Twisted, Small, A distorted atom. Bare flesh Shivering Beneath blazing Eyes " I want men to Like me And women to Fear me. " So said Her other Self Blindness screaming Through empty Pores. A little more To the left Darlin' Behave like the... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/celebrity.htm	2.1k
Chaos Chaos Ray Scraggs it?s a hard one to take the losing and the winning and the loss of face the ups the downs the wandering home alone at night the confusion at other people?s luck seeing the golden apple fall ripe into there out stretched hands whilst they laze around the pool and you break your back in some darkened... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/chaos.htm	2.3k
cheri blair's test tube baby cheri blair's test tube baby jim luchte myriad indefinite ruptures maelstroms not at all very special fractures glass cage fragments lacerate anything goes de facto conceals insurrections against whatever ya got nothingness & boredom merely facile pretexts nowhere betwixt stillness & silence it opens just before... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/cheri.htm	4.1k
chilled out moods chilled out moods Shane O'Neill We can now catch moods and box them, Lay relaxation on aluminium seas; An eight-pack box set, an alchemist�s potion: �Antidote to the frantic pace of modern living.� Now that they�ve finally calibrated the nets Thousands of well-drilled agents are set in motion; Mood catchers roam... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/chilled.htm	2.2k
Tell the Cincinnati Police to Stopping Killing Black People Tell the Cincinnati Police to Stop Killing Black People In an effort to provide solidarity to the Black resistance in Cincinnati, Ohio (USA) in the midst of recent riots and a draconian curfew policy, Panic! Brixton Poetry invites all who find this page to contact the Cincinnati police and tell them to stop killing... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/cincinnaticops.htm	4.5k
The Circle of O The Circle of O Wendy Sullivan for Joseph Sacred Circle Unbroken Line, Fingers Curved Sphere of Spirit. Lunar Mansions Ring of Stones, Signs of the Zodiac The Planets Course. The Wheel of Time Wind and Water, Energy Cosmic Prayer as Source. Hymns as Halos Mandalas for Minds, Essences Mapped Template for Insight.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/circleofo.htm	2.0k
Citification Residuals Detection Citification Residuals Detection Alessio Zanelli Solitude-multitude over the Asphalt-beach. Stunning swarm Of busy being-evermore-busy Bees. Vacantly lost in a forced Drift. Kind of a vacancy from Themselves. Collective dispersal Down the row. Humming like Perfect pattern of white noise. No Peak, nor the slightest... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/citification.htm	2.2k
Climax Climax Wendy Sullivan You asked me questions with regard to climax - where words are torrents with semantic fluid where feelings gasp across the slipway and the height of the unattained is reached. The cliff of consciousness hangs but a moment bucked beyond the brimming cup the overflow spills from the lip mouthes... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/climax.htm	1.8k
The Clock The Clock Gerard D. Williams It watches from the mantlepiece Its hands embracing eternity Tick tock, tick tock It rules my life, my master the clock. I am its slave by night and day It decrees when I sleep, work, and play. But it is I who hold the key and so my master depends on me. It is I who gives it life and... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/clock.htm	1.6k
Clocks clocks... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/clocks.html	0.8k
Cocktail Cocktail... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/cocktail.html	0.8k
Come to Coketown Come to Coketown Maureen Scott Notice: On Sat. 6 March at approx. 2:15 Melvyn Sills, aged 36, of Norwood, was shot dead following an argument with a group of men in Rushcroft Road, SW2. He was also known as spanner. Did you see anything? Now isn't that typical Brixton, and you can bet nobody saw anything, not... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/cometocoketown.htm	2.4k
existing on concrete existing on concrete Mark Heustice then I was standing, swaying, existing on concrete, just like all the other dark, huddled, cosy figures were, watching, waiting, hoping, picturing the same thing, a big warm, violence to come along and take us away from all this smelly, colourful. biodegradeable nothing that... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/concrete.htm	3.5k
Cop http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/cop.html	0.8k
Cotton-Picking Cotton-Picking Olidipo Agboluaje I will come to you, but when you say things I don't like to hear... Speaking in many voices, one of them Zarathustra's, is that the one I should heed? Your eyes blaze like a flare, lighting up the war-dark sky when the drums are sounded, Drake's, so-called hero. Where is my musket?... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/cottonpicking.htm	1.9k
crash crash jim luchte how could i transgress your 'laws of possibility' & not smash my 'reason'? vertigo amidst whirlwinds exhaust.. out of breath sleep let that unrelenting incessance overwhelm will not even notice somewhere else 'astral planes' dreams fuck your asses i need to come i turn to you i come in your face... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/crash.htm	1.4k
crash crash Jim Luchte Home fifteen years simon monkhouse is dead dance marijuana flowers yawn forbid guilt hungry meaning militia moon rape wash crash Panic! Poets Panic! Writing Panic! Art Gallery Panic! Alternative Philosophy and Theology Links E-mail Panic! HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/crash1.htm	2.0k
Crying Crying Mark Heustice He finds himself crying. He is sitting in a pub, and suddenly, he is sobbing. His friends are touching various parts of his body, as if trying to find the off-switch, to turn off the crying. He does not seem to mind that he is showing such an enormous amount of emotion in such a public place.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/crying.htm	3.0k
Cuthitler Cuthitler... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/cuthitler.html	0.8k
Cutting to Existence Cutting to Existence Sam Vaknin My little brother cuts himself into existence. With razor tongue I try to shave his pain, he wouldn't listen. His ears are woollen screams, the wrath of heartbeats breaking to the surface. His own Red Art. When he cups his bleeding hands the sea of our childhood wells in my eyes... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/cutting.htm	1.4k
CYCLONE IN A SAUNA CYCLONE IN A SAUNA Ken Pobo In my gym�s sauna, I pretend I�m in Lapland talking with my ancestors about movies, oldies, and hunky men. If others are here, especially guys, I stopper this fantasy, knowing I could be pulverized like that kid in Wyoming. A huge man walks in barking at another man about whores who... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/cyclone.htm	1.7k
Daddyo and Other Poems by Doug Draime Daddyo and Other Poems Doug Draime Daddyo I would like to go up the side of the heads of all the preventers of unbridled concepts, and moral outrage, about the dying of the light. Daddyo wields the blade of monetary worship, drawing financial conclusions based on the body count, and the seemingly endless string... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/daddyo.htm	9.1k
Damien Echols Damien Echols Ben Myers Deep down on death row Damien Echols listens to the same nocturnal whispers, cold echoes on colder steel "you sure got a pretty mouth, boy..." Guilty of being un-Godly in a God-less world (try explaining that to a toothless zealot...) deemed to be at one with the devil condemned by myths... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/damien.htm	3.8k
dance marijuana flowers dance marijuana flowers jim luchte dance marijuana flowers camomile, raspberry leaf tea for the uterus, an apple green tea, earl grey, myrrh wine, eyes, hands, fluids damiana, ho shou wu, ginseng saturate, hold me as we fall being two impossibilities san pedro trichocereus in this instant, nunc ephemera, i smell... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/dance.htm	2.5k
darkness darkness James Davis soothing , a smooth isolation entrapment of mental anguish no ability to stop it. don't run from the black isolation cruel-ness, find your own ways to enjoy the cool, calm, collective insanity. no expectations, no boundaries, just pure relation, and without any regard for time .... man can... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/darkness.htm	1.6k
The Dear Truth The Dear Truth Shannon Pugh Damage done, In plots of green grass, Candles bright and dim. How can one recover, Graves that are gone, Sunk and resurfaced. There are angels in the dark, Dreaming of humans in heaven's light, Numb of reality. We are powerful, Gods with heads so full, Stomachs empty and tight. Swearing... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/deartruth.htm	1.7k
the politics of death the politics of death jim luchte i can't set up a funeral pyre in my back yard, next to the swingset not for any fears of child endangerment but simply for the fact that it is illegal to set up a funeral pyre in my back yard i promise i will burn only myself on a brilliant day i will set up the pyre & administer... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/death.htm	4.5k
the death of the academy the death of the academy jim luchte It is noontide, disparate groups of people gather near a fountain from which no water flows. Socrates is standing with Alcibiades, they look around the square at the various people coming and going. Plato stands back, leaning on the rim of the fountain, scratching notes into... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/deathaca.htm	31.4k
Microsoft Word - 3BF885EF-1130-6D20.doc http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/deathaca.pdf	56.4k
debutante blues debutante blues Li Min Hua It was the silence that turned my morning voice to the vagueness of one who wants to forget. Had I been insincere merely because a disturbing desire to touch you had possessed me since first I saw. . . . Eyes, which had always, even when you were my student, mandated honesty like those... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/debutanteblues.htm	1.9k
deep down deep down James Davis My heart sulks, I dont know why? I cant talk to you... I 'm falling down I feel guilty and I feel Bad, I'm sorry ... for what? I've done nothing wrong , my heart screaches the burning, of my soul, deep inside I feel bad,is that good?... fix me, make me stop hurting. why do I feel like no... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/deepdown.htm	1.7k
Del Usion Del Usion Laurence Overmire If you knew the person He thinks he is You�d have to admit He�s one very special guy. E-mail Laurence Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/delusion.htm	1.2k
the demolition of pym house the demolition of pym house Leigh Avon these yellow machines are monstrous insects snake necks and snaggletooth mandibles concentration making their faces indistinguishable they devour in packs pushing through, rending, razing, incising and ingesting grammar is an odd thing the um and zu of causality is too pat... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/demolition.htm	1.9k
One of the Demonstrators was Shot One of the Demonstrators was Shot http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/demonstrators.html	0.9k
The Dentist The Dentist Gerard D. Williams We sit opposing one another like a set of badly fitting dentures avoiding eye contact at all costs, staring at each others knees hiding behind last year's magazines. The condemned on death row. We listen to the whining drill not drowned out by the radio at all. sitting rigidly to... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/dentist.htm	1.8k
The Developers The Developers Wendy Sullivan It was the wednesday after Easter when The trees came down Bulldozed in their prime Blossom time I'd gazed at them as my mother had Before me - a screen to contemplation backcloth to my drawing Small patch of natural waywardness Birdlarder, squirrel climbing frame; The season's calender... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/developers.htm	1.6k
the devil's advocate the devil's advocate Christopher Mulrooney at the disembrocation of the attack we cried variously thus and so it being all in the past tense now the trouble is it's hard to be concrete without firsthand knowledge and then it all becomes a vaudeville turn ________________________________ E-mail Christopher Panic!... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/devil.htm	1.3k
Dirt Dirt David Penn There is dirt behind our eyes And underneath our feet And dirt inside the crack Between our buttocks There is dirt in the long soft Channels through the centre of our bodies And there's dirt iin you Where I made love to you just now And dirt long my prick Where you drank my dirt in. E-mail David... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/dirt.htm	1.3k
Distinction Distinction Laurence Overmire Class is A state of mind Not A state of wallet. E-mail Laurence Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/distinction.htm	1.1k
Double Standards Double Standards What do you call someone who explodes a bomb and kills innocent people? - A terrorist. What do you call someone who drops a bomb from a plane and kills innocent people? - A brave American pilot. ------------------------------------------------------ What do you call it when a Palestinian uses... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/double.htm	7.2k
Dream Mugged Dream Mugged "These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand.They are only meant to terrify and comfort."(#366, Dream Songs, John Berryman) yogi muggedthe ole sod clubbed my dream skull�� cracked!�� draggedsilk scarves and paper blossoms like a cheap clown��... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/dreammugged.htm	52.7k
dreams protect dreams protect James Davis in dreams the wind becomes my pain, love always will and does a change my mind. phantasmagoria, is an existence of reality, although it is not real it makes you believe. dreams protect you from killing, fucking, stealing, they are your true reality in your alter state of no laws. anarchy... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/dreams.htm	1.4k
dream to see dream to see Dez Johnson dream to see I looked in the mirror today looked for hours, minutes, days.. the girl looking back at me, looked strange the girl looking back at me... was me So I cried..I cried for all the vanity in the world I cried because I hated what I saw I cried for my unability to change it...... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/dreamtosee.htm	2.9k
Drifting Drifting Natalie Sorillo Sometimes my mind travels back in time to when my people's voice was echoless I hear them crying from afar The notes ringing out, but yet no one answer Sing, my people sing, Sing me a song. Sing me a violent melody bring a rythmn, let the thunderous notes cut into the wound So many voices... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/drifting.htm	1.7k
Durlabh Singh: Bitter Lemon and Other Poems Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Durlabh Singh: Bitter Lemon and Other Poems Bitter Lemon I want to cut my teeth On the rind of a bitter lemon And feel the veins of wintry night Caught in eddies... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/durlabh.htm	6.2k
Poem for Earls Court Poem for Earls Court Wendy Jones There aren't many earls in Earls Court, There aren't many Barons in baron's Court, There aren't many knights in Knightsbridge, But there are a lot of cocks in Cockfosters. E-mail Wendy Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/earls.htm	1.3k
Easter Monday Easter Monday Steven Taylor The crazy man who mimes furiously to me against the hard glass of the window opposite this window in His vest or nude has returned. I had foolishly concluded that He might be dead as well as crazy nude and furious, but I was mistaken. He is risen - and now He mimes more furiously than... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/eastermonday.htm	1.3k
Ed Hall Welcome to Panic! Art Gallery! These are a few of the banners which have been created by Ed Hall. Click to enlarge, and click again to return. For Banners, call Ed Hall at 020 8318 0420 Back to Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/edhall.htm	2.6k
epidermis epidermis... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/epidermis.html	0.8k
Eva Lewarne: Fool Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Fool Eva Lewarne green man, woman of Spring wielding sword in air thru empty space of rainbow heart unlocking horns of Bacchus unconscious of the tiger tearing... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/eva.htm	4.1k
excrement excrement... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/excrement.html	0.8k
Excuse Me, Mr. Pranklin Excuse Me, Mr. Pranklin Laurence Overmire I think your verse is very punny Very punny indeed, but I wonder How can that be, to go for a cheaf Guppaw when everyone knows Foetry ought to be serious in a classic Sense, the highest porm of language Noble and fure Not to be filpered like a pilthy rag By some ficked... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/excuseme.htm	1.5k
Brixton Explosion Brixton Explosion jim luchte if der shots happenz enough times after quick dread everybody anyone getz de-sensitized then anything is possible people will alwayz takez it over & over no one will do anything at all to stop it - explosion - shrapnelz shock slices impale = well! even brixton is surprised! panic!... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/explosion.htm	7.9k
I Saw Upon Faces I Saw Upon Faces Alessio Zanelli I saw upon faces Yellowed with age The ancient gaiety Like dew trickle From deep eyes down Cheeks lean and drawn. I saw in the sky The aerial ballet Of a few swallows, Nearly a refrain Calling for help, Addressed to the past. I heard from the poplars Subdued whisperings In the... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/faces.htm	1.8k
Family Secrets Family Secrets Oladipo Agboluaje In the maelstrom of the family house, upheaval, the transloading of dung and debris from within, blockading the exit to reality. The vision-surplus, the vivid flower - coloured pigments roam the silverscreen with mute anxiety, the family home sequestered high on rain bearing clouds.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/familysecrets.htm	1.6k
father homophobe father homophobe Li Min Hua He told sensuous choir boys at camp that he knew why they had warts on their palms, smirking at their averted glances. He dreamed always of immaculate conceptions even while he rubbed raw against the zipper of his sleeping bag. "Christ never touched the twelve till Judas gave him deep... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/fatherhomophobe.htm	1.8k
an orgiastic feeding frenzy genocide an orgiastic feeding frenzy genocide jim luchte the mi5cia a pope pony or something killed diana, princess of whales & other sea creatures she was threatening to hijack the myths (just like a lot of other people come to think of it) can't let hollywood get upstaged by a real star/ the only one that england's got... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/feed.htm	3.6k
Female Female... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/female.html	0.8k
fifteen years fifteen years jim luchte fifteen years twenty thirty almost forty years but what of all the other routes supressed, destroyed possibilities haunt the little extortions of our daily lives, do i go down the street & buy some milk or do i set fire to the dog shite before it is too late entire families priced out... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/fifteenyears.htm	2.8k
FILE UNDER: CLOSET, COMING OUT OF FILE UNDER: CLOSET, COMING OUT OF Ken Pobo My friend Jayne says she would play in closets, the bigger the better, when she was little. I liked closets too, the smell of cloth, mothballs, and maybe old perfume. Door closed, I took in my dad�s flashlight so I could see what I was doing, which usually wasn�t much,... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/fileunder.htm	1.8k
Fire Ritual Fire Ritual Anthony Metivier the way the man dances gives me insomnia on stumps until bloodied then hands callous with blisters bleeding a penitent pus he sings the scream of a red engine it�s lights and words mirrored ERIF and the sky boxes cotton froths and serpent boils coalesce to perform a violent pattern... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/fire.htm	1.7k
Fire Escape and Other Poems Fire Escape and Other Poems Roger Singer FIRE ESCAPE A single light From an open window Softened by curtains Like sleepy eyes Reaches into the dark, Splashing on a metal Fire escapes. Lined shadows Resembling thin Prison bars Descend to the Sidewalk below Where people Stroll beneath them. A scratchy song Cries... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/fireescape.htm	2.7k
Fish Supper Fish Supper a true story Tony Evans She unbound her Terry towelling dressing-gown, letting it free-fall to the carpeted floor. Posed the nakedness of her middle-aged body, defiantly in what was unbeknown to me, a final exhibition of her womanhood. "Look..." She said in a tactile voice, a kind I�d not heard before.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/fishsupper.htm	4.2k
Flora De Vivas Flora De Vivas Shannon Pugh To put to end Death- The smell of old daisies, Heads bent, Stems limp. To subject to pain, Life- Wild flowers, Configured in absurd growth. To infect Learning- Phototropic movements, Leaning to the light. To show, View- Green multi-sprigs, Exposed to the elements. To greet, Being- Noticed... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/flora.htm	1.6k
Flower Flower... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/flower.html	0.8k
forbid forbid jim luchte eccentricio devastatio excessively spectacles sympathy circusness armed to der teeth guard dogs round da bread we so fine & kind lotsa money sellin' drugs guns bodies/parts so much we's givin' it away to yo po folks down there south da Equator we pretty habla muchos sanctimonious dis world is... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/forbid.htm	2.2k
I can�t let go I can�t let go bohdan yuri "i can't let go" i can't let go of the past, i know that it's killing me to see what has carried into the present scene with more sad theater still waiting to unfold, page by page the play returns. prelude: a thought, why bother at all? act one: birth, a cry to even see day one. act... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/forget.htm	58.1k
Franck Toto Welcome to Panic! Art Gallery Hi my name is Franck TOTO. This part of my work has been designed to illustrate Panic's Poetry. Click to enlarge, and click again to return. toto&co EXOVIZION An exhibition of photography by Franck Toto and Shiro Honda was held at TS2K in Brixton from 2 February to 31 March 2001 For... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/franck.htm	3.9k
Frida don't come again Frida don't come again Bogdan Tiganov noone there's noone upstairs they've gone to work there's noone outside they're hiding inside the sun beats for nobody and nobody looks at the sky Frida don't come again I circle round this creature this creature truly believes that it's more arrogant than me I say �don�t... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/frida.htm	3.7k
gateway GATEWAY http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/gateway.html	0.8k
genocide GENOCIDE http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/genocide.html	0.8k
Gerbera Gerbera... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/gerbera.html	0.8k
Girl http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/girl.html	0.8k
Global Refugees Global Refugees Alessio Zanelli Varicoloured spots sprayed across Town-grey. Eyes perceive but squalid Brown, however. Here is newcomers� Face. A good deal for a good deal. A Room for six. A bed for three. Joblets On demand. Rights by half. A future To invent and a past to forget. Wife And children overseas. A... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/globalrefuge.htm	2.4k
Globe Globe... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/globe.html	0.8k
Globe 2 Globe 2... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/globe2.html	0.8k
Godsave Godsave... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/godsave.html	0.8k
REALLY, GOVERNMENTS REALLY, GOVERNMENTS Ken Pobo Really, governments ought to be more like bays where frogs and turtles mingle, the sun, a yellow pick-up-stick, falls in the water, the moon swimming out to retrieve it when night falls and raccoons come to wash their paws and drink, barred owls sounding like throaty dogs--really,... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/governments.htm	1.5k
green and pleasant land and Other Poems Back to Panic! Poets green and pleasant land and Other Poems Christopher Mulrooney green and pleasant land fancifully they remarked the long since trifled with and soon to be forgotten mystery that was the wheel and furnace of the house the great mystery and keeper of the toad house and the revenues in the interior... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/greenandpleasant.htm	3.8k
guilt guilt jim luchte we sit here eatin our food jerkin' off using gallons of water for our washing up so that 250.000.000 fat & lazy flatulent amerikkkans can keep it going business as usual when they surf slicing these backs of myriad starving faces [statistical aggregates] concentration camp africa � etc. gross... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/guilt.htm	1.9k
Habit Habit Zelda Rhiando Hand in hand beneath the sheets they revel in one another's rancid farts; the years passed, and neither much interested in the passing fancy. Creaking bedsprings once a week in clockwork motion speak of habit: those and the sheets soft with much washing and the nightly restlessness of bodies.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/habit.htm	1.8k
Happy Bad Times are a-coming Again Happy Bad Times are a-coming Again Maureen Scott My informant confirms more drugs everywhere, bigger fish by far, and shoot out on Saturday, the start of big turf wars, wait and see, and they don't seem to hide from the batteries of CCTV's seem pretty sure they won't get caught, we agree, probably the cope shop... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/happybad.htm	1.9k
When I have a child When I have a child Wendy Jones When I have a child I will take it by the hand And run In the lackadaisical, hampered way That a woman runs with a child. E-mail Wendy Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/haveachild.htm	1.2k
he.htm He Melanie Edwards He, He's the one The only one I need. Him, He fills me up Right to the rim. Everyday Mind, body and soul, Stimulation Like you'll never know. Never nightmares Only dreams, There in his arms I'm floating free. In his arms I'm someone new, But when I try to stay new It's "I don't love you." It's... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/he.htm	1.5k
Hermes Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Hermes Hermes Jim Luchte Just as there are no higher or lower souls, but only differing perceptions and expressions of the same Soul - perspectives of Soul - a... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/hermes.htm	3.1k
heroin grils heroin girls Verian Thomas Waif ain�t pretty reflecting slow death horse veins aching gaunt super-anorexic glassy-eye pale stares, models posed drug-addled orphaned death child photo shoot full page spread, dry vomit fashion recruiters portay beauty, seedy fix addicts desperation fashion fashion fashion = death.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/heroingirls.htm	1.3k
His Room His Room Mark Heustice He was frightened of his door. It shut him in, shut others out. It blocked his sight. It clicks shut, it has a voice. It became part of the room. It hides from him, tried to blend in with the walls. But, like a person trying to push into a queue, the door disrupts its surroundings. Its low... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/hisroom.htm	2.9k
Homage to Delphi Homage to Delphi http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/homagetodelphi.html	0.8k
Home Home Robert James Berry Always a slow maelstrom of dirt Smothers our town. Over the tonsured heads of the hills Clouds promise nothing But white glare And gigantic silence. Here I have my dry yard of acacia trees to inherit, And my vanishing language to dream in. This is my place to hang the familiar flags of... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/home.htm	2.3k
homeland.htm Homeland Security jim luchte Wagner rides triumphant into the WTC Cheers & the Valkyrie were aboard, necessary sacrifices for the NEW WORLD ORDER, a father lives through his son shadow government emergency alibi W got his first infusion of cash for his first failed oil business from the (U)(O)SAMA BIN LADEN FAMILY... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/homeland.htm	5.9k
An Honest Dialogue An Honest Dialogue I (Who Am I?) I am a Hindustani. I suffer, I am frustrated and I make terribly wrong choices especially when I choose to stand to be a Hindu today. I am a living revolution in my form and content, but even after 55 years of Independence I am looking for a non-tailored voice, un-exchangeable... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/honest.htm	53.8k
ten million horse power per gram ten million horse power per gram jim luchte & i'll fuckin' lick your olestra drippin' ass hole 'cause one day i'm goinna fuck you up! take heart that my smile masks only a most reasonable person i'm just a shade on the wall! / my ass is coming after your genocidal blood lust / i have patience & i have laughter... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/horse.htm	2.4k
hungry hungry jim luchte everyone is danger what is one to do but be suspicious all the time otherwise you will die or end up in a hospital or in an underground facility in Kentucky receiving coercive full fisted body cavity searches & rapes each & every mutherfuckin' goddamned day to expose the lie, one must incite... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/hungry.htm	2.4k
Hymn to Cuba in Desparate Times Hymn to Cuba in Desperate Times Maureen Scott Out of the holocaust between East and West Cuba was the only decent tiny spark that ever emerged. And I have roamed around and searched. It is the only hope yet. If that spark of the marathon goes out, we are all lost. Teaching Brigades, and Khruschev missiles, they... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/hymntocuba.htm	1.6k
I Brew in Broth Back to Panic! Poets I Brew in Broth Michael Lee Johnson When the silence of my life tickles in darkness delves into my daily routine caught in my melancholy music at times, not exact; then exuberant auto racing playing at times, not exact; (a new poem published or a kick in the ass) kick smacks like tornado alley... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/ibrewinbroth.htm	1.9k
If I smash If I smash Wendy Jones If I smash All this That I do not need This and this that I do not need If I smashed All this With a smashing and a cracking and a Seeping away Then in the 'Oh' of the slivers On the brittle glass ground, Poem. E-mail Wendy Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/ifismash.htm	1.3k
If only... If only... Wendy Sullivan Every word Seems so absurd Does not match The ideas catch Nor does the image Speak the thought Creative effort No instant sport Search minds engine Probe scalpel tool Theres no quick fix Hard grafts daily school Costly the effort Rich the reward When once, perhaps once A meaning makes... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/ifonly.htm	1.4k
Imminent Arrest and Other Poems Imminent Arrest and Other Poems Christopher Barnes Imminent Arrest Ken dolls in superoxide coats, Propellered hats, jostling-lead gloves - Not a riot-run of delicate distinctions From The Others. A middlemost set. Brisk-casual, faces unsolved. They�re figuring, Sure-footed at sweeping along In digitally unbending... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/imminentarrest.htm	4.1k
Panic! Brixton Poetry Home Page WebCounter Choose a Destination Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Panic! Poet Project Panic! Poetry Movies Panic! Alternative Press Links http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/index2.htm	5.2k
Insight Insight Charles Frederickson TENSION � ATTENTION Pure consciousness freedom from thought Divine inspiration curious awesome wonder Intuitive awareness overwhelming perceptual senses The is nothing to understand RESTLESSNESS � TRANQUILITY Unlocking enigmatic mysteries of existence Altered frequency state shifting... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/insight.htm	2.4k
Intercalation Intercalation Emily E. Schulten You walk to the edge, prepared to let me in this time, ready to take me over. All of the shes are there, standing before you, facing me, blocking the clear view I have come so far to see. The ground reverts to... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/intercalation.htm	3.9k
International The Internationale Panic! Art Gallery E-mail Panic! Home http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/international.htm	1.4k
Intradermis intradermis... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/intradermis.html	0.8k
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four poems of Izumi Shikibu four poems of Izumi Shikibu Translated by Christopher Mulrooney Sent to the reverend priest Sh�ku darkness departing darkness still deeper to walk shine bright on the way ahead of me o bless�d upon the mountain rim moon the pillowing arm its sleeve carries the frost too fallen everywhere looking in the morning... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/izumi.htm	1.7k
Jessica's Song Jessica's Song John Tucker They love who let the feelings rise and fall, To ride the waves of life to nameless goal, Who value sense and being over all. So loved are they born blessed with artist's soul. So loved to see calm Jessica complete, Still lying till her heart was happy, filled, By sensual flowing touch... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/jessica.htm	1.7k
Jesus 2000 Jesus 2000 Royston Swarbrooke We met in a car park in the West country. Spiked on black coffee and lacking in breakfast. You carried fish and a 'Water into Wine' pop up book. I asked for a light, your hands shook as I received ignition. I said 'J where have you been?' You mumbled something about your schedule... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/jesus.htm	2.2k
Jesus Odysseus Jesus Odysseus jim luchte Jesus emerges from Nowhere, Odysseus wanders, cast away by Poseiden, each a long journey into the unknown each descends into the underworld to obtain knowledge of the unseen both reclaim their home from transgressors Jesus throws out the moneychangers Odysseus, with his son, destroys... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/jesusodysseus.htm	4.2k
Jim Luchte Welcome to Panic! Art Gallery! These are a few of the images by Jim Luchte which have appeared in the print version of Panic! Click to enlarge, and click again to return. Back to Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/jim.htm	4.9k
Just What He Needed Just What He Needed Laurence Overmire Somebody wedged a putter Up his rectum And dropped a dozen strokes Off his game. E-mail Laurence Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/justwhat.htm	1.1k
kindatired "KINDATIRED" http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/kindatired.html	0.8k
A Kitchen Scene A Kitchen Scene David Penn The woman, fixed in near-aquatic silence, picked her gloves and gazed into the window. Steam rose, burnishing the glass, and for a moment made the world outside a blur of colour, shadow, unfamiliar shapes. She could have been on Mars but sensibly she wiped the window, sighed, and squirted... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/kitchen.htm	1.5k
Lambeth, Ersatz Weimar Lambeth, Ersatz Weimar Maureen Scott Fascism is total exploitation. When the cake is small, and the crooked have taken all, the genuine cower in their inadequacy in the face of a venal counter reaction to make them pay because their only crime is innocence and the big swine get off without repaying a dime. So... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/lambethersatz.htm	2.0k
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Late Night War Late Night War Shannon Pugh I light a candle for every sin that I have committed Now my room is full of blaze Thinking of you and a summer grown cold I grow into a shadow on the wall Another jaded truth laced in white Maybe someday, I will feel better In a different town with a new life Nevertheless, for now I... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/latenightwar.htm	1.7k
Leap Frog Leap Frog Charles Frederickson Aquatic larval stage squiggly tadpole Swimming its way to maturity Secreted inky tail gills disappearing Moments never stop opening out ( ( ( ( ) Floating pod scooped out trunk Uneven keel lapping shallows Timing outreach between rip tides Toadstool dangling from tapered bow ) )... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/leapfrog.htm	1.9k
Poem for Leo Poem for Leo Wendy Jones I could hear him But I couldn't see him, He was obscured by the television - A small boy E-mail Wendy Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/leo.htm	1.2k
From the List of Lesser Known Occupations From the List of Lesser Known Occupations John Kidd The Inkblot Man is employed by Rorschach Industries. He is not trained in psychology nor has he any rudimentary understanding of computerisation or graphics Neither is the artistic bent expected in him. Yet he will be able to God knows how take a simple bottle... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/lesserknown.htm	3.9k
Letter Never Meant Letter Never Meant Mark Heustice I'll make everything up. You do not exist, but I, unfortunately, do. This is a real letter made up for you, my non-existent confidant. What shall your name be? Something original. How about Isabella? No. I Knew an Isabella once. She stank. I shall call you, I shall name you, address... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/letternever.htm	4.1k
Liberty Liberty Oladipo Agboluaje Now I lay bare, beneath your glassy gaze trapped between nudity and hypnotizing stare, I looked back on memorable days when I walked this earth with fear. Away from your binding shackles I fly, key in hand I flee the crush of stamping feet. Seeds of subjugation sown in me, Uproot and... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/liberty.htm	2.0k
Life Life Danny P. Barbare The way a storm wind stirs, I see the life in the dark greenery quickly change from rain to sun and quiet. E-mail Danny Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/life.htm	1.1k
Light of the World Light of the World Wendy Sullivan And the light of the world exploded refused and counteracted in a splutter of confusion and darkness - Haloes of introspection beamed rounded visions and inhaled a wealth of understanding unlit by the spark of generalities the dimness of intellect shone firm on the feelings rays... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/lightoftheworld.htm	2.3k
Panic! Links Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Panic! Poet Project Panic! Links Home Panic! Alternative Press Links Index Books Book Mongers 1996 Brixton Riot Complaints Against Police Movement for Justice Police Complaints... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/links.htm	15.0k
A Litany of Modern Sins A Litany of Modern Sins Steve Burge Confusing oral sex With fiscal policy, Pretending to be A socialist, Telling anecdotes Of other�s woes, Drinking whisky With lemonade, Taking science Seriously, Turning up On the wrong date, Supporting terrorism out of spite Mouthing off About bleeding hearts, Stubbing out fags... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/litany.htm	1.8k
Liverpool Street Station Liverpool Street Station Zelda Rhiando ...fragments of cities catch in eye's corners like fish hooks lovers' kisses draw my glances fascinate looks dreams chances missed, the happiness of others grief at parting, all the myriad lives bare on faces memories of places strangers urban dwellers bidding farewell to... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/liverpool.htm	1.9k
Lock Up Your Daughters Lock Up Your Daughters Sasha Forte LOCK UP YOUR DAUGHTERS 'CAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT THEY'RE GONNA DO NEXT LOCK UP YOUR GO-GO DANCING DAUGHTERS YOUR SKINHEAD DAUGHTERS YOUR SEX-LOVING DRUGTAKING HELLRAISING DAUGHTERS! LOCK UP YOUR DYED-HAIRED PIERCED DAUGHTERS YOUR MINI-SKIRT DAUGHTERS YOUR LAUGHING TEETHBARED... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/lockup.htm	3.0k
logic logic jim luchte The Argument: The real problem is the rich. The rich are stupid assholes. Stupid assholes are the real problem. Therefore, the rich are the real problem. Argument Form: P Q R Therefore P (via commutation) Corresponding Conditional (CC): If the real problem is the rich, and if the rich are stupid... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/logic.htm	2.1k
Logic and Violence Logic and Violence James Luchte The narrowing of discussions of truth into discussions of true propositions (statements, sentences) excludes everything which makes truth intelligible and valuable.[i] Despite the ravages unleashed against metaphysics in the last century, it is still possible to raise the question... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/logicvio.htm	56.6k
loop loop love it is true that it is born of chaos chaos it still is it stays together it moves apart it casts myriad it is this that is how it is an event eros gathers ares severs love welcomes strife his offspring hate abides deep love there is no �why� chaos simply is no beginning no end being nothing all in all... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/loop.html	1.4k
A Sense of Loss Unending A Sense of Loss Unending Jacqueline Weir As the sole torch-bearer fell The others, His comrades, Turned to see him His face in the red dust The blood from his mouth A screaming contrast. It was a belief They had no wish to hold But they could not stop; Helplessness was a burden To be borne alone. The fire still... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/loss.htm	2.1k
^^^^^Lost Luster^^^^^ ^^^^^Lost Luster^^^^^ Charles Frederickson Unconscious true anima innermost self As opposed to outer persona Totality of feminine emotional feelings Autonomous complex heirborne male possessed Aggregate of maternal lineage aspects Manifested in dreams within dreams Within dreams unfolded map charting Inward journey... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/lostluster.htm	2.3k
The Lost Works of Shakespeare The Lost Works of Shakespeare Laurence Overmire Thank God the truly wretched works of Shakespeare Were never produced or brought to light. For that small piece of good fortune The old bard must be truly grateful. Think of it They must have existed once Little-known drafts of real stinkers like "Cicero�s Bathtub"... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/lostworks.htm	1.8k
Louie Crew: Poems Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Louie Crew: Poems Poems Louie Crew Homophobos Taxidermis Note well the common leer. in both genders, the species breeds in all habitats of homo sapiens, but thrives... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/louiecrew.htm	5.0k
Love Love Wendy Sullivan What is love, but the sad sweet taste of knowing... a truth without an armour to hide behind: no words of weaponry in self-defence... a body bared in every sense alive and quivering resistant to the earthly circuit: thus shocks abound violent jolts of adjustment - high peaks of frequency to... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/love.htm	1.8k
the meaning of love the meaning of love jim luchte love meant or displayed itself for all time it became god with Jesus love meant something else to Jim Morrison Or, is our history wrong? Was Jesus instead the Master of the erotic orgy, a tantric Jesus? Carnal love for the chosen - platonic love for the masses... renunciation, hard... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/love4.htm	3.3k
Love Cry and Other Poems by Matt Smith Love Cry and Other Poems Matt Smith LOVE CRY riff on a fall it was in a dream strangled from behind by a thin nylon rope he felt it that's how he knew his palm slid down the center of her back fullfilling covenants between arches over his puppet hand he looked away when her eyes lingered for a second too long... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/lovecry.htm	2.8k
Love is Love is Sandeep Sharma Before he is born, when In a darkened room, or a gold May field On a haughty mountain, or a shore crowded with waves Where a mother and a father, in waiting Make ancient beasts of themselves, in hope Of reaching death through lives they've seen, in dreams Before he is born, then That is... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/loveis.htm	2.8k
Lovers Lovers Wendy Sullivan Between the lines a cleavage of thought betwixt and between round mammary spheres... down the valley the mount of olympus vying with venus that divine abode Upward thrust bearing down lifting lunging thrashing plunging cries and moans of ecstasy astride the thighs lovers twine inside outside... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/lovers.htm	1.7k
Love to love ya Love to love ya Natalie Sorillo I love to feel my skin brushing against yours. I love to look into your eyes. I love the taste of your tongue when it explores the channels of my mouth. You fill me up each time I am empty. Your body, so smooth with its ebony colour Shimmering in the darkness of my room. Your hands... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/lovetolove.htm	1.7k
Lunch BoxSilver Lunch BoxSilver Gary Webster aluminium metal arc. The scent of her hands. The bread she feeds him. The promise. E-mail Gary Panic! Poetry Panic! Poetry Movies Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/lunch.htm	1.3k
Makeshift: Heidegger and the Phenomenology of Original Temporality Dr. James Luchte Homepage Makeshift: Heidegger and the Phenomenology of Original Temporality James Luchte �� When questions are raised about principles, the network of exchange that they have opened becomes confused, and the order that they have founded declines. A principle has... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/makeshift.htm	159.2k
Man At Work Man At Work Ray Scraggs There?s a dung heap bigger than a mountain In the backyard of a man Who?s shovelling it from his life To the farthest reach of land It?s a labour of love And he works by the sweat of his brow Shovelling from sun up to sun down It?s a good job if you can get it It?s the best job in town... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/manatwork.htm	1.8k
Free Nelson Mandela Free Nelson Mandela http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/mandela.html	0.8k
Manic is the Dark Night Back to Panic! Poets Manic is the Dark Night Michael Lee Johnson Deep into the forest the trees have turned black, and the sun has disappeared in the distance beneath the earth line, leaving the sky a palette of grays sheltering the pine trees with pitch-tar shadows. It is here in this black and sky gray the mind... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/manicisthedarknight.htm	1.9k
Hobgoblin and Other Poems by Marla Cicchino Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Hobgoblin and Other Poems by Marla Cicchino Hobgoblin and Other Poems Marla Cicchino Hobgoblin The sight of you sickens me, The shear thought of being born from... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/marla.htm	7.5k
Marx and the Sacred Marx and the Sacred James Luchte Contents Introduction: Marx and the Sacred Chapter 1:� Into the Breach � the Meaning of Marx Chapter 2:� Marx�s Criticism of Religion Chapter 3:� From Religion to the Sacred Chapter 4:� Sacred Rebellion and Marx Chapter 5:� Marx and Twentieth Century Radical Theology Chapter 6:�... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/marx.htm	585.6k
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Mathematics Mathematics Steven Taylor God is not an elegant man He is clumsy All thumbs. The bomb disposal expert Choosing wrongly. Ka-boom. Red instead of blue Blue instead of red Every damned time. E-mail Steven Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/mathematics.htm	1.2k
Maureen Scott Welcome to Panic! Art Gallery! These are a few of the images by Maureen Scott which will appear in the print version of Panic! Click to enlarge, and click again to return. Back to Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/maureen.htm	3.7k
Maureen Scott Maureen Scott http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/maureen.html	0.8k
Poems Poems Michele McDannold SECOND STORY WINDOW From the second-story window I see sunlight pouring through the white curtains. The fresh scent of spring wanders in with the wind. The sound, oh my god, that sound pierces my ears with its bitter sweetness. A young girl screams in the sleepy afternoon. From the second-story... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/mcdann.htm	10.1k
McHead McHead Panic! Art Gallery E-mail Panic! Home http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/mchead.html	0.8k
meaning meaning jim luchte reality is not existence but a lying facade still unbroken hegemony it strangles freedom it is really 'realitism' normality is not natural ordinary is not ecstasy damiana smoke breathe deep children should go to school no longer than four hours a day if at all... full time work 20 hours paid... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/meaning.htm	2.5k
Mellow night Mellow night James Davis sketches of modern buildings become useless in night, your troubles are met by a comfort of mellow night, from upon my pool side I ponder. aromas by wet grass and trees let off a comfort, the mellow gladness, no entrance, no exist , just existence, lovers express their love in the cool... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/mellow.htm	1.9k
militia militia jim luchte you feed off death this eating covers your secrecy hidden permanent warriors it's dis economy stupid mutherfucker create der big lie there's 6 billion who's gonna miss a few hundred million? it only takes a spark to start a prairie fire and thus you prosper your blind linear thrust rapes this... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/militia.htm	1.5k
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Akhilesh Mishra: Death in the Shadow of Hunger Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Akhilesh Mishra: Death in the Shadow of Hunger Death in the Shadow of Hunger Akhilesh Mishra When death has torn asunder the loveliest heart And bursts the dam... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/mishra.htm	3.8k
Monet, Money & Monsanto Monet, Money & Monsanto Wendy Sullivan Monet painted gardens he recreated... Monsanto reproduce what is not propagated I eat and I paint I'm not a farmer nor dead - but somewhere between the harvest and canvas monies mean more than vision and bread! Monet made music out of Natures delight; Monsanto makes meals... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/monet.htm	1.6k
Monsol Head Monsol Head Sandeep Sharma Elm and ash, birch and rowan My mother would say Don't hold onto your past I am poet There is no future, the present is past already Within its wake I create Elm and ash, birch and rowan Elm and ash, birch and rowan Three days and fifty miles Leave my companion unable to walk Stumbling... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/monsolhead.htm	1.7k
Moon Moon Maureen Scott I have walked throughout the length and breadth of this land of England. Don't talk to me of your reality. The moon was in my window tonight. She is with me, I always knew that. Moontide, woman, menstruation, magnetism. Life carries on. We are just cripples, when I go off the rails, he wails.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/moon.htm	1.7k
moon moon jim luchte she seduces storms of craven earth still without her love we will not be before she encounters earth there is chaos she resists this sun chases her day/night she kisses this earth flows her afterbirth she bathes in a living ecstasy of creatures she whispers in dreams we are nothing she incites... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/moon1.htm	1.3k
mortal love MORTAL LOVE http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/mortalove.html	0.8k
Mother Mother Jacqueline Weir With a billion hungry children On her back She crawls That extra mile To feed them Hands cracked and bloodied Knees worn down To the bone She crawls To meet their Incresing demands For things she knows They will never Need She crawls Through the ashes Of her former life Wondering how She... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/mother.htm	1.9k
Mother, Edith, at 98 Back to Panic! Poets Mother, Edith, at 98 Michael Lee Johnson Edith, in this nursing home blinded with macular degeneration, I come to you with your blurry eyes, crystal sharp mind, your countenance of grace-- as yesterday's winds I have chosen to consume you and take you away. "Oh, where did Jesus disappear to,... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/motheredith.htm	1.8k
Motto Vision Motto Vision Abdul Malik I born from a force ripe small Island an ah bitter now like a paw-paw seed, SPIT ME OUT Buh Grenada soil plant dey on mih mind too, an miles ah sea rough up time in me when mih mind was green and fresh as sea weed come an go to an fro, make mih like ah loose buoy in St. George's land -... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/mottovision.htm	4.3k
Murder Murder Panic! Art Gallery E-mail Panic! Home http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/murder.html	1.1k
Music Feels Music Feels Tamara Al-Om Happiness, laughter Pain, silence In, out Love, anger Sacrifice, hope Feelings travel, change, reverse, forward Backwards, upside in, downside out Confusion, adoration Passion, devotion Inconsistency, change, reverse, forward, backward Love, Lust Nothing. In Search of An Alternative: Thoughts... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/musicfeels.htm	1.6k
My Dream My Dream Melanie Edwards With time you become a piece of me. You touch people's lives and make them happy I admire you. I admire the you in me. I admire myself. You have the secret to happy dreams. You are admirable. You have it. If I were you, I would have it. If I had it, I would be admirable. But if I were... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/mydream.htm	1.9k
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my grain my grain Verian Thomas Cutting across and not with it makes the pain sharp enough to carve off eyebrows in one long slice, leaving them attached by a slither and hanging down the side of the face, dripping. Thousands of synchronised microscopic dentists drills mining temples, causing interference. Concentration... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/mygrain.htm	1.6k
my soul to keep my soul to keep Cynthia Marie My soul forsaken by hot anger, decades old, now shatters the surface. My unguarded spirit romances the past, refuses to step into the future. Only the flesh remains, alone, true to her crescendo of the cries and desires, quivering within her, propels her to forbidden places. Trapped... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/mysoultokeep.htm	2.1k
Myticism Myticism Charles Frederickson Flattering fragile id superhuman ego Soothing unsatisfied psyche primitive urges Indifferent borderline neurotic faking passion Blissfully oblivious to painful pleasure ? ? ? ? ? Secondhand moments all too brief Pricelessly spent wondering what if Leftover past already caught up Currently... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/mysticism.htm	2.3k
Nailed Down Nailed Down Gary Webster I could handle the work. Not the time clock, the punching in. It was like your balls being nailed to the job. Then you'd spend all day working them loose. E-mail Gary Panic! Poetry Panic! Poetry Movies Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/naileddown.htm	1.4k
Nail Varnish Nail Varnish Wendy Jones Last night I painted my nails Then meditated while they dried. I thought, 'This is a good mix Of the earthly And the spiritual.' E-mail Wendy Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/nailvarnish.htm	1.2k
Narcissism Narcissism Sam Vaknin The Toxic waste of bottled anger venomized. Life belly up. The reeds. The wind is hissing death downstream, a river holds its vapour breath and leaves black lips of tar and fish a bloated shore. More poetry by Sam Vaknin Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/narcissism.htm	1.2k
NERVOUS WATCHING AN OLD MAURICE CHEVALIER FILM NERVOUS WATCHING AN OLD MAURICE CHEVALIER FILM Ken Pobo Maurice C. strikes me as a leering old coot, wanting to bounce little girls on his knees, like a sweet old granddaddy. But many sweet old granddaddies molest. It�s not made much of, kept in the family, the child�s mouth taped shut with something much stronger... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/nervous.htm	1.7k
New Cross - A Brochure New Cross - A Brochure Steve Burge In Dave�s Diner, by the Hunger Hut, I gaze down the Old Kent Road into this heavenly vale. They can pull a pint with a broken tooth and I have hidden in the generous peel of their wallpaper. You can bring all your forlorn tendencies and feel yourself emptied of shame. There is... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/newcross.htm	2.1k
New York Shorts New York Shorts Peter Mitchelson Taxi Ubiquity de Amarillo Searching - swelling - soaring in Uptown, downtown streams Thou East & West Villages Triangling below Canal Alphabeting A to Z Questioning - clawing -clutching for U.S. of A. dollar dreams. I love her Parkbench sitting Indulgently relascing in Watching... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/newyorkshorts.htm	2.3k
No Contradiction No Contradiction Oladipo Agboluaje Tell her Majesty not to worry, I was long gone before the dearly departed dearly departed. I left my head and heart behind, Shrouded in dead leaves And, as of years ago bring Strong hands that can play No part in cleaning the dialectic But, certain of its grip, Will make your... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/nocontradiction.htm	1.9k
Nocturne Nocturne Robert James Berry This land describes a long sand curve Towards eternity. Coast, that waves have thought over And wiped clean, Where no one walks Save a seldom, strenuous seabird. Look inland. That world is a pool of ink. On the nocturnal shoulders of the world, Black firs observe an everlasting silence.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/nocturne.htm	1.9k
NO, IT IS. NO, IT IS. Charles Frederickson ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Current safe boundaries were once Uncharted frontiers intrepid fearless voyager Exploring remote vistas unknown spectrums Daredevil venturing alone without maps > > > > > Drawing curtains back on ageless Life and lives he never Bothered caring enough about to Touch or... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/noitis.htm	2.3k
Nothing at All Nothing at All Shannon Pugh Golden traces of a childhood Swirling down the drain As if they were nothing at all No image withstands the test of time It all fades away Bleaching my golden sky Pewter gray It is empty Volumeless Massless Nothing keeps Holds- I am the twisted water Seeping down the endless chasm As... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/nothingatall.htm	1.3k
NOWADAYS NOWADAYS Ken Pobo If you sing gay-hating, woman-hating lyrics, people call you "cutting edge" and "daring." Yeah, right. As if gay-hating and woman-hating isn�t in the public water. As if history isn�t the poisonous plant that grows from poisonous soil. As if corpses of women and gay human beings aren�t routinely... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/nowadays.htm	1.4k
obsession of us obsession of us James Davis there we are , admiring each other in a sweet embrace, no care of the future, no focus on the past , this how my dreams go forever and ever, my obsession is the picture of you and us. stars, moons, planets, have all turned, I had no idea, because your my center, of the universe I in... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/obsession.htm	1.8k
Ocular Malaise Ocular Malaise Alessio Zanelli Observations under way. Otiose water smeared with Apathetic sky----limbo pictures On return. A seamew hedge-hopping over The sweep----unwary of the Corkscrew-diving falcon. Shy slender canes docilely Bent to the nervous breeze---- Eyes leant over the invisible. Liquid breath slowly... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/ocular.htm	1.7k
Ode to the Alarm Ode to the Alarm Shannon Pugh The morning death march machine Waking me from peace so sweet Polluting the air with symbolic sound I light a cigarette As my mother has done every morning, I too struggle breath I am the seed of the Kentucky farmer Planted deep under the black soil Rooted in painful love and chaotic... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/ode.htm	1.5k
American Odysseus American Odysseus jim luchte gone so long almost forgot the reason for the fight - Helen?... what was it anyway? Too many detours upon this hiatus delerium, magic pleasure, sorrow trapped in a neverending labyrinth, the revenge of Daedalus, son of Poseidon Joyous Ariadne throws me a brief thread - lucid enough... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/odysseus.htm	2.6k
of water and other things of water and other things Zelda Rhiando for Rina I dream a golden beach with sand between my toes, blue sky and the white rushing sea in my ears. I am barefoot; my clothes ripple. Dream people talk to me as I walk, in French - I reply in the same language speaking throatily with polishes vowels. In my dream I... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/ofwater.htm	1.9k
Oil Oil Panic! Art Gallery E-mail Panic! Home http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/oil.htm	1.4k
Old Letters Old Letters Robert James Berry I have some old letters In the fading handwriting of my dead. In fact I have your large elastic-banded history Here in this shoebox, In your spindly script. It is a history more endearing Than your earth-caked bones. Convictions you pulled at in the grainy paper Have swollen to big... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/oldletters.htm	1.7k
Old Letters Old Quarters Robert James Berry OLD QUARTERS Over the breakwater tipped by a lighted buoy The tide scrambles. The washed stones sing. This is a still place, growing slow as a vine An absent-minded moon Rising like a fat pearl Among the family of stars. Outside the old fort That�s become impregnable As the old... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/oldquarters.htm	1.6k
omicide OMICIDE http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/omicide.html	0.8k
Omnicide and the Infinite Alibi Omnicide and the Infinite Alibi jim luchte tears wash corpses unknown sorrows surface jitters vision burns 1998 vasoerupt throb cataclysmic face slow disaster disentangle meltdown faces upon sublime faces succomb perfect crimes african auschwitz continent-wide unaccountable murder inexplicable catastrophes shatter... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/omnicide.htm	3.1k
ON & ON ON & ON Ken Pobo ON & ON Tommy goes on & on about some lovely man with a bushy black beard and hard thighs. I go on & on about a red abutilon in my garden, a smash hit last summer and now blooming itself silly this spring. Marsha goes on & on about cemeteries, says she gathers peace with every stone she sees.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/on&on.htm	1.5k
On Death On Death Dan Mencher It is difficult to determine whether or not death is a part of life, the reason being that death is, by definition, the ultimate form of lifelessness. However, in terms of death being a part of life as a proverb, describing death's inevitable presence, it is more a part of life than birth.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/ondeath.htm	7.8k
On the Can On the Can Laurence Overmire He sat His bowels unable to move Considering How proud he was to be a Conservative. He was still there, years later Pants down, when they found him The bomb blowing away His comfortable, split-leveled Home. E-mail Laurence Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/onthecan.htm	1.2k
Opium Opium Steven Taylor Before you I pined for love like a lonely left dog Outside the new Sainbury's in Camden But now. On my divan. I watch wild Oriental dragons stalk the soured Veins along the back of my fist & Permit the light from their ruby eyes Caress my own fey imagination in such A delicate manner, darling... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/opium.htm	1.5k
oral sex is a human right oral sex is a human right jim luchte consensual crimes amid This flux of existence Freedom within very All-too-Narrow limits I can't lick my wife's Pussy or fuck her up The ass not to mention All those other things I want to do with her And forbid if she ever Sucked my cock Life Liberty & the Pursuit of Happiness... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/oralsex.htm	2.4k
Osama bin Laden Osama bin Laden Panic! Art Gallery E-mail Panic! Home http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/osamabinladen.html	0.9k
OUI PAPA OUI PAPA Abdul Malik He coulda trimble ah mountain pouning drum rap like Moses rap like John ah say Mih Daddy was strong so strong Lord all mighty! He coulda level de ground wid ah sweeping gaze sa-cri-fice ah wuk fuh days an days LORD! Mih Daddy was good real good ah tell yuh He coulda dadge dem Poleece tunning... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/ouipapa.htm	1.9k
Overkill Overkill Maureen Scott I am informed, heard on the radio, that only Lambeth is so over-endowed in funded arts projects that it doesn't qualify for any more top up so the money will instead be heaped again on the existing sencures which specialise in politically correct mega twaddle and incompetence on a lavish... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/overkill.htm	1.8k
Panic! 6 Welcome to Panic! Brixton Poetry! Panic! 6 is no longer online due to space constraints. For more information on getting ahold of Panic! 6 or finding it in a library, visit Panic! Titles Panic! 7 is fresh off the press and is also available It features the work of 16 poets placed upon surrealist topographies by... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/pan6.htm	1.7k
Panic! Poetry Movies Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Panic! Poet Project Panic! Poetry Movies Panic! is now seeking submissions of poetry movies and ideas for projects. Those poets already published on the site are encouraged... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/panicmovies.htm	5.8k
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Panic! Brixton Poetry Panic! Brixton Poetry Panic! is a print magazine of poetry and art, dedicated to free expression. Emerging amid the Brixton poetry scene in early 1998, it has featured over 40 poets and 10 artists over six issues. http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/panmag.html	1.3k
Pan Run 1 Pan Run 1 Abdul Malik Rubbish heaping top dustbins stinking flies round de fucking bad place, bade baad johns leaning up half-naked watching matador woman passing, Yankee dullers floating by she side and sweet man looking sharp in heavy tweed, sweet craff, want she bad mih blood take she. Obeah man Shango man... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/panrun1.htm	3.5k
Paradox Paradox Shannon Pugh Twilight fallen Gone Here and now Remnants still on the sky Glittering the past reflected Hues of gold and red linger- Bringing an end A sure means to begin Darkness covers, Cold, Pure and sweet Simple burning balls of light Father gloom shinning in the night Telling us stories of our future-... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/paradox.htm	1.5k
Paranomasia Parnomasia Zelda Rhiando she is still counting time time and again standing still stock still taking stock still wondering wandering without aim aiming high yet still laid low by the fear of change still changing the fear of stasis where ecstasy is joy in stillness E-mail Zelda Visit Zelda's Website Panic! Poets... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/paranomasia.htm	1.5k
passing PASSING BY http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/passing.html	0.8k
Pass the Shame, Please Pass the Shame, Please Laurence Overmire Shame on you. You call this poetry?! This is drivel. The worst use of language I have ever seen No rhyme No form Nothing And who cares what you think?! I certainly don�t. And I�m the one that matters Aren�t I. Now take your paltry little babblings And get out of here! You... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/passtheshame.htm	1.4k
A Peace Accord A Peace Accord Sam Vaknin I wrote, Sally Ann, I wrote: Shot from the cannon of abuse as unwise missiles do. Course set. Explosive clouds that mark your video destination. Experts interpret, pricking with laser markers, inflated dialects of doom. Hitting the target, you splinter, a spectacle of fire and of smoke.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/peaceaccord.htm	1.5k
Perfect Pitch Perfect Pitch Wendy Sullivan Sepia trails A blue blinks Copper tones Rusting, ghosting Whispers heard A breeze stirs Waft and weaves Then stills In perfect pitch Snatches of observation Privately shared Beneath the gaze A veil removed 'Urban frescoes' Ancient and modern And then some lace Hints of blossom Intervals... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/perfectpitch.htm	1.7k
peter's city peter's city Leigh Avon the crunch of ice beneath our felt-lined boots is satisfactory as we waltz - the pitiless firmament above us within us a pitiful poverty of ethic and a plenitude of pepper vodka the neva is so lovely tonight we fall asleep in the snow "god, if there is a god, save our sould if we have souls"... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/peterscity.htm	1.6k
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the pharmacy the pharmacy jim luchte corruption, theft of sacred art, hidden womb, monstrous site, gathered wisdom decomposes beneath ruins of predation, incestuous diseases, cures, keep us weak, dependent, beholden, cultivate our sluggish docility, glut themselves on their lucre of poison, pushing, peddling, in our faces,... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/pharmacy.htm	3.5k
Panic! Philosophy and Theology Links Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Panic! Poet Project Panic! Philosophy and Theology Links Home Ecto Michel Foucault Resources A few references to Michel Foucault Ereignis Anaximander Fragments and Commentary Heidegger Gesamtausgabe... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/phillinks.htm	12.4k
Panic! Philosophy and Theology Project Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Panic! Poet Project Panic! Alternative Philosophy and Theology Project Panic! Philosophy and Theology Project is dedicated to trangressing the current limits on thought and... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/philosophy.htm	6.5k
NOTHING TO DO BUT FLICK THROUGH AN IMAGINARY PHOTO ALBUM NOTHING TO DO BUT FLICK THROUGH AN IMAGINARY PHOTO ALBUM Ben Myers I remember when we had that conversation lying lazy on the clipped grass discussing love and sex and the way that you don't discriminate only differentiate between feelings of good and bad. The sun was out that day I admired it all and took some... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/photoalbum.htm	1.5k
Pig Farmer's Honeymoon Pig Farmer's Honeymoon Stephanie Dickinson He, a muscled, Copenhagen snuff chewer, led her to the bed that smelled of coal dust, window rags and Aqua Velva, and, she, naked for the first time since her husband died, the wire-rimmed intellectual, a long sorrow of glasses and bones in Rogers Grove Cemetery, pulled... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/pigfarmer.htm	2.1k
The International Pigs of Death (a rogue transmission from behind the bunker) The International Pigs of Death (a rogue transmission from behind the bunker) Royston Swarbrooke We are the International Pigs of Death. Into the furnace of mediocrity we will send you. We aim to stink you up. We are the International Pigs of Death. In the bombshed, behind the bunker. Watching for flares at night.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/pigsofdeath.htm	3.6k
Playing Lost Playing Lost Gary Webster No shame entanglement you still sense horizon's distant hand you only need reach it before time runs out. I played like that lost among crossing vines I snatched wild berries once choking before she called. E-mail Gary Panic! Poetry Panic! Poetry Movies Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/playinglost.htm	1.4k
I am I am David Swan I am small but can be tall. I am fat, thin, black and white. Funny and sad. I am the sun rising early in the morning then descending slowly till I am night. I am the love your mother gave you but I am the hate that made you fight. I am the sex that makes love to you sweet and light. I am the rape,... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/poem1.htm	2.4k
Poem for Michael Poem for Michael Wendy Jones Michael said, 'Chastity Is not sexual abstinence, Chastity Is sexual honesty.' He put his body around mine. Michael wrote, 'I hope With the right man At the right time You take the plunge.' He put the letter into 'Songs of Experience.' E-mail Wendy Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/poemformichael.htm	1.3k
Poem from My Grave Back to Panic! Poets Poem from My Grave Michael Lee Johnson Don't bring the rosary beads it's too damn late for doing repetitions. Eucharist, I can handle the crackers and wine; I love the Lord just like you. Catholicism circles itself with rituals-- ground hogs and squirrels dancing with rosary beads, naked in... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/poemfrommygrave.htm	2.6k
Poems Poems David Kirk Pick a poesy tie your shoes your life is over If you don�t sell out and chose to live with the beliefs n passions you started out with you have this hard fucking road to walk because everyone around you is pointing the devious extended hand of accusation n saying why are you still like that? why... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/poems.htm	19.7k
Poet of the Tides Poet of the Tides Abdul Malik Winnnnnnnndrushhhhhhhh Hear ye Hear ye Citizenry Hear ye Hear ye Subjects Ethnics Ethics and Sundry Hear ye Hear ye Where the billowing sea subsides Where City Street Where Country side Hear ye The poet of the tides Winnnndrushhhh Winnnndrushhhh Hear ye Hear ye Black Britain will... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/poetofthetides.htm	3.7k
Panic! Poet Project Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Panic! Poet Project Back to Panic! Poetry Home bohdan yuri: i can't let go Alan Robinson: Mussenden Temple Wendy Sullivan: Poems and Drawings Karl Marx: Selected... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/poetproject.htm	4.9k
Panic! Poetry Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Panic! Poetry Home Panic! Poets Panic! Poet Project Panic! Poetry Movies Time: Brixton Prison Poetry Panic! Links Panic! Art Gallery E-mail Panic! HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/poetry.htm	3.6k
Panic! Poetry: Poems 2003 Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Poems 2003 Home Sculpting Pala, by Palaeha M. Noone and Frida don't come again, by Bogdan Tiganov dream to see and I sometimes wonder, by Dez Johnson Bitter Lemon... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/poetry2.htm	5.0k
Panic! Poetry: Poems 2004 Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Poems 2004 Stuck In A Hole I am stuck in this hole 6 feet deep, I have no shovel to dig myself out, I scream for help, But no one hears me, I pray for help, But... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/poetry3.htm	25.7k
Panic! Poetry: Poems 2005 Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Poems 2005 �the journey of clouds� we are... shadows from a greying memory that cloak a dying breath of hope, changing shapes and inspirations, inside and out,... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/poetry4.htm	6.7k
Pope Peter & the Moon Child Pope Peter & the Moon Child A surrealist farce about neo-nazism, christian fundamentalism, and satanism in the United States of Amerikkka. 100pp. http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/pope.html	1.3k
Pope Peter & the Moon Child Back to Panic! Poetry & Arts Tenth Anniversary Edition Pope Peter & the Moon Child God Decipherer's Preface The document which sets before your eyes was not written by a human hand. In fact, it is not the work of any hand at all. As the story has been related, this work is the product of an eruption of automatic... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/popepeter.htm	269.9k
the pornographic imagination the pornographic imagination jim luchte sex on the net - that abyss of perverse desire - anything after this voyeur lusts - anything, just type it in - it will appear, lists of correspondances responding to your search for extravagant sublimations; anything... but let's not be trite - or embarrassed - for it may... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/pornographic.htm	3.3k
Philosophy, Eroticism and Pornography Juliet or Justine? Philosophy, Eroticism and (Extreme) Pornography James Aire Written in the context of the ongoing Parliamentary Debate in the United Kingdom on the banning of the possession of extreme pornography with a maximum penalty of five years Many have questioned the relevance of philosophy of late, as... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/pornothought.htm	24.2k
Portrait 4 Portrait 4 Steven Taylor Tobacco Erlangen nr. Nuremburg memory eggs us on, lover while raggedy plants stir dry dry dirt .... A group of GIs traverse the square In occupied Germany. Bavaria. 1975. It might as well be a gorge in Idaho Where lust still drives an Oldsmobile With a carton of cigarettes Wedged against... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/portrait4.htm	1.5k
POST-MORTEMISM: THE PROTRACTION OF THE DEAD PREFIX IN IDENTITY POST-MORTEMISM: THE PROTRACTION OF THE DEAD PREFIX IN IDENTITY OLADIPO AGBOLUAJE Ideas surrounding the issue of identity have gained media currency in recent times, more so as the political and economic engagement with Europe, the trumpeting of globalisation and the punch bag that is immigration draw wide attention... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/postmort.htm	24.7k
Pot Luck - Brixton Revelation Pot Luck - Brixton Revelation Abdul Malik Pondering the rainbow gift of words Pondering the rainbow spirit of words The muse takes me walking walking to do the searching walking to do the setting down Brixton Hill The muse takes me walking walking to do the watching walking to do the learning down Brixton Hill... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/potluck.htm	3.6k
Prayer for SW2 Prayer for SW2 Peter Mitchelson Hark, Oh Hark Heaven's Angels Oh hear, hear please Unbound as with senses abandoned As long ago empty pocket mind and soul Gagged egregiously by the time space called life Naively whimpering Amidst false hopes And brave platitudes For a future that rests iconoclastically secure... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/prayerforsw2.htm	2.3k
Precious Stones Precious Stones Robert James Berry Cold islands entice me, like carved stone cathedrals. Their single mountains are the Exalted white saviours of our continent. Fallen devils in winter. Go South, where long archipelagoes Follow the land's evolution, Isles like shed, splintered tails in the sea, Giant's vertebrae... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/preciousstones.htm	1.9k
The Privatization of Genocide The Privatization of Genocide jim luchte Death to rancid Authoritarian Capitalist, Militarist Oligarchy police-state private pograms civilian mask extermination with a human face orgiastic monotonies of every colour loving thy enemy as your alibi "democracies" of the people, but a people, peoples organized hierarchialized... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/privgen.htm	2.8k
Prowling Prowling Sam Vaknin The little things we do together to give up life. The percolating coffee, your aromatic breath, the dream that glues your eyelids to my cheek. We both relent relentlessly. Your hair flows to its end, a natural cascade, a velvet avalanche buries my hands. In motion paralyzed, we prowl each other's... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/prowling.htm	1.4k
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Quark Quark Laurence Overmire Do you believe in absolute truth? Absolutely. Except when I visit my Relatives Who think God Is a mushroom-shaped Cloud. E-mail Laurence Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/quark.htm	1.1k
Why the rush? by Amitrajit Raajan Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Why the rush? by Amitrajit Raajan Why the rush? Amitrajit Raajan Why the rush? Take your time to get up, to get down, Shooters' Hill. Take your time & look at... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/raajan.htm	3.3k
The Race Family The Race Family Dorel Cheminson this is no ordinary family they have developed an act which is as protective as it is destructive the daddy is called apartheid he is a diehard mean and destructive man separates people from each other from their brothers and sisters with the help of a cousin who calls himself supremacy... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/racefamily.htm	2.8k
It's Raining Men, Hallelujah! It's Raining Men, Hallelujah! Wendy Jones It's raining men, hallelujah! And I'm going to go outside And get myself absolutely Soaked in blood. It's raining men And there are male body parts Splattered everywhere, It's raining men - I just opened the front door To find some poor guy's head On the car roof. It's... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/rainingmen.htm	2.0k
rape rape jim luchte sainsbury's is going to move in where bradys index that photo shop used to be grafitti penetrates threat police da people a cancer on our community ubermarket communicate somehow they got der brixton challenges slippery mafiosistic lucre rubs off contaminate infection gangs rapes shite cafe juice... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/rape.htm	1.6k
Really? Really? Ken Pobo Bar chitter-chatter turned to gay issues. I didn�t bring any up. I was the only queer there. Bring them up and I�m accused of having an agenda, accused of wanting to be a full human being and not 75% of one the way Jefferson thought about his slaves even as he was fucking one who couldn�t refuse... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/really.htm	1.8k
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The House of Replicas The House of Replicas Steve Burge Hot from the trader in heirlooms And knocked-off stock, The ornaments are posted to their stations Or marked down in wasted years. Already it�s old hat. Someone says Bring on the clones But no-one laughs. Fake Rolexes measure the silence. Maybe you were there before In a previous... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/replicas.htm	1.7k
The resistance exists and everyone knows it exists The resistance exists and everyone knows it exists James Aire To negotiate a new social contract in a deeply traumatised and fractured society within less than seven months is hard enough to do so in a third that time is virtually impossible, the report said. An Israeli aircraft has fired three missiles at Palestinian... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/resistance.htm	14.3k
REWRITING LETTERS, CHANGING FORMS Back to Panic! Poets REWRITING LETTERS, CHANGING FORMS Christopher Barnes 16. REWRITING LETTERS, CHANGING FORMS (INSTRUCTIONS) DEFROSTING (or) SOFTENING THE WINTER * Frost will form gradually on the ice-making shelf. It is a mistake to assume that an accumulation of frost gives a colder cabinet. (or) Frigidity... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/rewriting.htm	8.1k
Rootrock Rootrock... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/rootrock.html	0.8k
Russian Lament Russian Lament Maureen Scott So Communism has collapsed Capitalism had McDonald's Cash tills spinning roubles In its eyes before the Ink was dry on the contracts Drugs had rolled over The Berlin Wall and the Frontiers fell to the Onslaught of mafiosi. To those of us standing On the sidelines clutching Our Marxist... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/russianlament.htm	2.7k
Saturday Morning Easy Driving and Other Poems by Michelle McGrane Saturday Morning Easy Driving and Other Poems Michelle McGrane Saturday Morning Easy Driving Saturday morning is easy driving. I'm on my way enjoying the bends and turns in the road. The steering slides easy through my hands, the wheels roll smoothly around the curves, and this Saturday so do my thoughts. To a... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/saturday.htm	3.8k
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Sculpting Pala Sculpting Pala Palaeha M. You distill me with your physicality, your locomotive love Then swallow my entirety while I have only offered a taste. You attempt to emotionaly sculpt me to your smoky needs, until I fit like the perfect silver slipper - smooth and pliable. I am a copperwire wildchild this I have told... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/sculpting.htm	2.6k
Seeds Seeds Maureen Scott I think late in the day Beginning to understand collectivity. It's life, carrying on, call it what you will, It's the mystery of history. Just sit and watch the watch That doesn't need winding. It moves, life unfolds. I am, as is. These are my last words. Crazy, anxiety. Post Freud. Velikovsky,... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/seeds.htm	2.3k
__________do you know what a semicolon is �� __________do you know what a semicolon is? �� kari edwards the ringing continues. I can�t move, I am unforeseen in an ice pit for meat goods. the ringing and meat goods feel solid. particles and other things resemble something else, that something... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/semicolon.htm	15.1k
do you know what a semicolon is? do you know what a semicolon is? kari edwards __________do you know what a semicolon is? the ringing continues. I can�t move, I am unforeseen in an ice pit for meat goods. the ringing and meat goods feel solid. particles and other things resemble something else, that something else knocks at my head. the ringing... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/semicolon1.htm	9.6k
assata shakur ain't no bitch assata shakur ain't no bitch jim luchte some fascist apparently female governor from somewhere in new jersey kristine odd? or her name i cannot quite remember - walt whitman, no, no, not walt whitman governor whitman wants to take down asasa shakur hidin' out EXILED in cuba cause shakur fights back against relentless... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/shakur.htm	3.9k
The Shallowness of the Male The Shallowness of the Male Jacqueline Weir His impatience: 'Look presentable!' Dragging herself around. A life lived Quickly Dried And died. The pictures Cruel pictures Had lines on her face So dry. She regarded Herself Through the red light The sore The red eye, The photographer. His worn looking Woman The grey... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/shallow.htm	1.6k
Shallow Gulps of Brisk Night Open Anytime! Anywhere! Shallow Gulps of Brisk Night Open Anytime! Anywhere! Anthony Metivier I�m pretty sure I�ll be the only one to understand this precious copy three dollars on a corner I�ve been to before. The building and the mind schematics raptors and their tactics dragged again to this fucking dumb kamikaze silent tip of wings... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/shallowgulp.htm	2.5k
Interpretations of Shame Interpretations of Shame The meaning of eroticism sexuality amidst contemplation An erotic topos opens As the condition, place for An object viewed, engaged As a sexual, erotic display, event The shameful aspect of eroticism Is rooted in its kinship with death (Schopenhauer) And it gives birth to the sado-masochistic... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/shame.htm	2.9k
The wave that burns and burns and crepe silke bondage, by Priyanka Sharma Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links The wave that burns and burns and crepe silke bondage, by Priyanka Sharma The wave that burns and burns and crepe silke bondage Priyanka Sharma Hopping from your... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/sharma.htm	3.6k
Ariel Sharon is the Anti-Christ Ariel Sharon is the Anti-Christ Jezebel Hypatia glaze eyed muther-fucker shoots his wad bullet holes into this\ birthplace of our Holy Saviour JESUS - (N.B. Those not yet convinced of the Nietzschean proclamation that "God is Dead" may wish to think again - or else acquiesce to a god, an idol - of violence) the... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/sharon.htm	5.3k
Shedding Shedding John Tucker The wisest snake that grows can't help but grieve (Though stronger, brighter in his colouring) Familiar comfort of old tight sleeve, Now lost, with soiled and brittle patterning. Not worn dead skin, but inner ghosts I shed, And in my shedding, greatest suffering; Unwonted ghost of past illusion's... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/shedding.htm	1.7k
shirt shirt Leigh Avon this orange shirt is too bright when the storm outside the vauxhall nightclub rages, vicious; agents of divine retribution have be answerede by some omission. we attempt to dance a little closer, though the jostling of bodies too tightly packed mocks the ludicrous essay; we cannot know nore even... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/shirt.htm	1.5k
Shopping Shopping Shane O'Neill Nothing is quite so clear No, more like nothing is black and white, Rather grievous shades of grey. Shades � brown, navy, black and well, grey. As for the others � I�d just feel too garish � Can colours transmit their soporific dye to the soul? Or is inspiration simply made of brighter colours,... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/shopping.htm	2.6k
the silence the silence and Uncommited Dawn Colclasure the silence it's all quiet in the early hours of the morning until i hear my dog barking in the distance and before i yell to him to be quiet i stop myself afraid to break the silence. Uncommitted faces spring out from the boxes with bright yellow bows and round painted... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/silence.htm	1.9k
Untitled Untitled Anthony Metivier and it's smart if you don't waste your breathe because she's bound to tell you she'll say every catch phrase in the book because she carries it in her teeth baubles and beads and something red in the centre fifty bucks for blow or for a blow, which is better i watch her tongue dance like... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/silverpool.htm	1.6k
simon monkhouse is dead simon monkhouse is dead jim luchte he drained his piss out the window & shot four months worth of heroin up his arm in a single go a word to the wise but at least he was out there all the time performing his rhyme shooting a toy gun into a shocked audience spits a spark, prairie fire, his dad is "bob monkhouse"... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/simon.htm	2.5k
Since You Left Since You Left Andy Duggan Since you left I've been just fine! Half of our plates got broken in the washer; and that yellow mug you liked so much, fell off the side and smashed into a million pieces. Those curtains that you put up, fell down. Your clock fell off the wall that morning when you were gone. Time stopped... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/sinceyouleft.htm	1.7k
Durlabh Singh Durlabh Singh Panic! Art Gallery "7 PM" "Cat and Moon" "Hungry Child" E-mail Panic! Art Gallery Panic! Art Gallery Panic! Poetry Panic! Philosophy Links HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/Singh.htm	1.5k
skyscape & girl skyscape & girl Christopher Mulrooney yet the sky is after all desert green today and blue with medullas of orange and starfish yellow spears one's bosom is too large for one today she finds in a Zurbar�n lemon sweater _________________________________ E-mail Christopher Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/skyscape.htm	1.2k
Sleep Sleep Stephanie Dickinson You sleep on the edge leaving space for a third person to curl between you and your lover whose feet hang from the bed. He couldn't be thinner or taller, an intellectual who smokes too many cigarettes; smell of Camels and B&B seep from his mouth, a rot of lily stems sent up from his esophagus.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/sleep.htm	3.3k
Slipstream Slipstream Oladipo Agboluaje Justifiable indifference, I the assembly Monolithic, the fundamental deposit, asked the good friend standing beside me - What is the nature of the path we have taken - Only for the moving moment we are well and truly lost. The vacancy is filled, trust removed, hope unfulfilled. In... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/slipstream.htm	2.1k
Snake Pit Snake Pit Maureen Scott Sex at one in the afternoon in some crack dive and then an old flame picks me up in the snake pit. Then the old man on the corner wants me to grant him an old man's last request, and what's wrong with that? And the sun is shining. I should have got on that train and become anonymous in... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/snakepit.htm	1.8k
Something Happened, Didn't it? Something Happened, Didn't it? Ray Scraggs When ever I think of you I get confused And I try to fix What can?t be fixed I also find it hard to tell The bad from the good And I don?t understand Why this should be And I?m left thinking what was it That you actually wanted from me I can?t seem to see The beauty That... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/something.htm	3.5k
Soulful Quest Soulful Quest Natalie Sorillo Listen to the echoes of your voice Understand the rythmn of your Soul Know you have the power to produce Silver and Gold. Open the windows of your mind Study past and present time to succeed amid strife to pursue a productive life. Dance in the bright beam of light Steer the ship... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/soulfulquest.htm	1.5k
Sounds Important Sounds Important Wendy Sullivan (To Linton Kwesi Johnson on the launch of his CD 'More Time,' 1 July 1998) Linton is who he is Linton is Always his own rhythm With words no compromising Saying what is, is.... Dub, dub, a-dubbing Linton is who Linton is, Up coming generation hears him As history hurls events Timeless... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/sounds.htm	2.1k
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Spin Spin jim luchte twisted traces corpses shout shatters cranium convolute mass of flesh encases sheath of bones sutures mesentery muscle cords impulses shoot across synapses come back re-emerge distort re-present come back uncertainty lack of record validation manipulation distortion thread sways with each greater... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/spin.htm	3.4k
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Those Stalemate Blues Those Stalemate Blues Wendy Sullivan for the Lawrences P is for prejudice police, lies and corruption V is for violence victim, murder inflicted. D is for death dirty, defiled. M is for malice, mayhem and monsters. N is for nigger calling that name without shame. B is for black racists blemish of skin. I is the... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/stalemate.htm	2.2k
STAMP IT OUT STAMP IT OUT Ken Pobo The problem is simple: legalized heterosexuality. Once it became a rule that one gender must fuck the other, all of society went into the toilet. Sure, many people enjoy this kind of fucking, consider it right, but majorities mean nothing. Look at lemmings-- every one of them leaping to their... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/stamp.htm	1.7k
stella maris stella maris Leigh Avon stella was a good girl stella was a whore stella disappointed us we'll see her no more hopkins knew his maker hopkins felt the scourge of light like jacob wrestling with the angel he lost that fight lunacharsky commissar bolshevik mystic visionary not all things are material some are illusionary... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/stellamaris.htm	2.1k
Stories Stories Robert James Berry I am dwelling over tales While bad-hearted rains Swell with stony voices Over the rough country. Light flickers above the wild lands This side of the mountains Ridges flash with violet fire Then black Smothering the whole world. Inside Father�s antique clock Resolves the lengths and... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/stories.htm	1.5k
stupid white boy, stupid white family (one year on) stupid white boy, stupid white family (one year on) jim luchte & they tell us --- "they"-- {dat standard media re-pre-sentation} they tell us that all is well THE community has returned to its normality remembrance a bombin' campaign against everyone --- via a lonely white boy who claims to have diminished responsibility... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/stupid.htm	4.7k
Success Success Maureen Scott The Guardian today says the whole of Africa faces death from Aids, while Posh and Becks sign another mega millions deal to secure their miserable little lives. Posh and Becks out of control spending wise, whilst Africa dies. Fund a vaccine, you nouveau riche little cunts, at least. Now, another... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/success.htm	2.1k
Sue Sue Lucy Bostock Those dahlias bloom for Sue Would she love me for loving you? When the bird seed depletes The space for your car lies vacant Like all the rooms in your house Extraordinary to be walking Among her ashes on the pansies Do you advocate the use of the blue slug pellets? Or feed them egg shells and... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/sue.htm	1.4k
My Beautiful Suicide My Beautiful Suicide David Swan My future is a solitary steel bowl on a cold, damp, concrete floor. In a bare room. No windows or doors. Can't even see my hand in front of my face. The only noise is of heavy footsteps somewhere outside the room. The occassional laughter as my companion. So I turn to my past and... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/suicide.htm	2.2k
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Supermarket Back to Panic! Poets Supermarket Christopher Barnes Irradiated cashiers long in their shelf life More ersatz than the undead food Cry under the skin A regiment of bland horrent brittleness Or a torrent of petrified rainfall Once where Marx bought oranges A dough-nerved consumer cringes Recognising himself in the... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/supermarket.htm	1.6k
The Supper Poems The Supper Poems Joseph Reich I. The Demographics Of The American Family i know a lot of families a lot of couples who watch tv while eating supper i don't know why don't they just look into fishbowls? II. Town-Statistics this year in the subdivision... there were 2 divorces, 1 alcoholic neighbor who tried to... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/supperpoems.htm	56.8k
Surfaces of the Underground Back to Panic! Poets Surfaces of the Underground Christopher Barnes Bhangra's the spearhead, Second fiddle is the running changes, Nokia phones Gameboys for thrash-abouts. We?re donged by these rackets. We had the light of love, us fossils, In lieu of starkly 'doing trade'. The glitz, hackneyed day-glo songs Clawed... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/surfaces.htm	1.7k
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Sweet Shop Drunks Back to Panic! Poets Sweet Shop Drunks Christopher Barnes Ganga whaps his guts, then a fist. He?s partial to an icing shower And rests treacle sleepy After humbugs in a bag. Sun dips, spark-glinting. Harlequinade public spirits Overstep the homeless. Panic! Poetry Movies Panic! Poetry Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/sweetshop.htm	1.5k
Sweet Thangs Back to Panic! Poets Sweet Thangs Christopher Barnes Manwarring and Delitia, The saccharine confection-guzzler, Halve a pine Of non-such love Clasping the bon bon nook At Blueberry Hill trade show. Booth ducks pass again, A foot-loose stream, Hook, Unhook, Weep-splosh on wooden eyes. In flame-spite of gain-the-start... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/sweetthangs.htm	1.8k
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Tableaux (on Van Gogh) Tableaux (on Van Gogh) Sam Vaknin Listening to a scarlet sink, detached an ear, still glistening wax, in bloody conch. The gaping flesh. Wild scattered eyes fiercing the mirror. Light ricochets from trembling blade (it's gaslight evening and the breeze ...) Behind his stooping shoulders, a painted room ablaze... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/tableaux.htm	1.5k
TEA TEA Mark Heustice He placed his erect penis inside her vagina. After a while, he ejaculated into the prophylactic. It was then over. So he went to make a cup of tea for them both. He pressed the light switch. The long light came on, went off, came on, went off, ticked, then came full on. It shone bright white... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/tea.htm	4.4k
Temple Earth Temple Earth Jim Luchte throw them out moneychangers from this temple earth resist their way of life smash their strategems protocols deconstruct their propaganda expose this hegemony cash oil guns butter drugs diamonds disease whores funerals ubiquitious markets manufactured consent destroy their illusions delusions... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/temple.htm	1.8k
temple earth temple earth jim luchte Home temple earth black beans the pornographic imagination spin cheri blair's test tube baby the privatisation of genocide an orgiastic feeding frenzy genocide a philosophy of toys omniciade and the infinite alibi assata shakur ain't no bitch ten million horse power per gram stupid white... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/templeearth.htm	2.3k
That Which Has Brought Me To This Place That Which Has Brought Me To This Place Ray Scraggs You take a left instead of a right You go this way instead of that And the years pile up And it?s hard to accept The consequences Of past actions that have been So I end up in a place That wasn?t part of the plan I don?t really know how I got here It?s just the... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/that.htm	1.9k
Thatcher's Terror Thatcher's Terror... Home http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/thatchersterror.htm	0.9k
The Gift The Gift Wendy Sullivan I saw this smile on a babies face & wondered why we fret & frown knowing full well the sad discourses of day to days survival round So much is written, faxed & read but nothing much is ever said..... we have to demonstrate for fairer play as killing fields from corporate greed extract the... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/thegift.htm	1.7k
The Last Cause The Last Cause Peter Mitchelson The last cause - is no cause Flurried and fluttered by Autumn Berlin Agenda-ised, fertilised, civilised By no being Worth sound biting or spinning Fur coated 'gainst all credibility Yeah.... The last cause, is no cause No dark shadow plaintiff No desert pilgrimage dawn No rustic... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/thelastcause.htm	1.9k
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t h en is n ot e r a d i c a t ed f r om n ow t h en is n ot e r a d i c a t ed f r om n ow Anthony Metivier he remembered for me the first girl he had ever kissed from the catholic school, near the hospital, and they had met in a funny way there was a ravine up in the mountain that was great for smoking without being seen packs of cigarettes bought with... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/then.htm	4.4k
Poem for Leo Poem for Leo Wendy Jones This is the place He placed his face To drink from the bowl The white wide bowl of bare bone china. I held his bowl in my hand While he drank, drank Drinking with an urge to drink From the bowl And the white wild world within. E-mail Wendy Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/theplace.htm	1.4k
The Prey and the Other Poems The Prey and Other Poems Dorel Cheminson The Prey In waters of the shallow bay The speckled sardines Came out to play As they hide from their prey Each busily swimming In water feet high They concentrate as they Await their fate All of a sudden An apiary of gulls Descend on sand sodden The sardines frightened... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/theprey.htm	3.3k
The Swan The Swan John Tucker Perhaps as swan in far off ancient Hindustan Her grace gave harmony to Shiva's dance And lofty flight bore up the soul of man. So loved, returned, the love of man to chance. Perhaps that insubstantial spark, her soul Was made by God the heavy clay to leav'n And found her earthly part in hard... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/theswan.htm	1.7k
the war the war jim luchte The war Pujmp prime the economy stupid Clear the inventory billgates willyou watch me tiol the ende Georeg W. is a naxi long leg destine jsame it home fuck off you Stupid ass doies it even matter Batteries wewar down dpress Futilt�.. oihgb'hjb pHRBWp Oadhf[odgih ]' WIHGIH 'vihp IGPIRPIGHwgihihf... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/thewar.htm	1.6k
The Whys, Man The Whys, Man Sandeep Sharma Troubleshooting Gentle man, steeped in violence Changing Fatigued vestments for those of a professional Irishman, not provisional Honourable, not honorary Stood still At the crossroads, unarmed and naked It doesn't matter There's no need of a stern response In your theatre of operations... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/thewhys.htm	1.7k
Think On Think On Maureen Scott I'm afraid they dealt with drugs and knives, I just shut my door and cried. So I'm a dog in my own house, kicked out of my own kitchen, freezing, bu him who is warm and is saving. He offered me, but didn't deliver a thing. Another moves in! Nine till five is a joke song. No dealing with... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/thinkon.htm	2.2k
Heidegger & the Nazis � one must look at Rosenberg to understand the diremption � it is only in this light can one understand the profoundity of Heidegger�s silence Seduction Heidegger & the Nazis � one must look at Rosenberg to understand the differance � one of the dark lights shines, casts paradoxical shadows upon Heidegger�s silence as did Carnap and his mustered pretenders Wittgenstein will always be ambiguous De-nazified Heidegger � Letter on Humanism The authentic... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/thought1.html	11.6k
Through Brixton and Other Poems Through Brixton and Other Poems David Penn Through Brixton Sackclothed prophets roaring �Sodom and Gomorrah, Sodom and Gomorrah� chase a girl in a short white nearly see-through skirt who�s disagreed. She holds her handbag like a buckler, thinks one prophet�s going to run her over - thighs like chariot wheels.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/throughbrixton.htm	4.1k
Time of His Life Time of His Life Andy Duggan He sits in his favorite chair, his arms hang down by his side like pendulous pendulums. His fingertips, like his lips are slightly blue. His intricate workings, his mechanisms, have ceased to tick. His is wound down, broken. The radio whispers in his ear, unheeded. The milk sits on... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/time.htm	1.5k
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Panic! Titles Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Panic! Poet Project Welcome to Panic! Titles! The following titles are available directly (and some free online) from Panic! in limited print editions. Some are available... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/titles.htm	8.2k
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To Here Knows When, by James Aire James Aire: Writings Panic! Home to here know when james aire �� voices�� turbulent �� hiss�� forest �� spirits �� chant... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/tohereknowswhen.htm	749.0k
To Lambeth To Lambeth Maureen Scott Why is it I live in dung filled streets as an honest woman and you persecute me, want me to double pay a long-term debt you owe to me? Excuse me if I get angry, poison is something I would like to put on your menu at the Town Hall, persecuting the sick, you send me bills and aggravation... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/tolambeth.htm	1.4k
Torn Threads, by James Aire James Aire: Writings Panic! Home torn threads james aire � █in the beginning█ whispered to myself that it did not matter anyway �� wind�� gushing ��... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/tornthreads.htm	610.1k
a philosophy of toys a philosophy of toys jim luchte slides yawn via\ chasm abyss suspends chaos & swift Night this to # subduer of gods & men that @ genetic modification genocide human meat vegan orgasm sink sucks splash kaa-plunk burn to death diffuse raped by thirty para-militias disintegrate torture counter-insurgency ssspit &... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/toys.htm	2.9k
Traffic Jam Traffic Jam Wendy Jones Mash cars. Add sugar. Eat. E-mail Wendy Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/trafficjam.htm	1.1k
Transfiguration: Brixton Poetry Gathering & Art Exhibition Transfiguration Brixton Poetry Gathering & Art Exhibition Panic! Brixton Poetry threw a vibrant poetry gathering and art exhbition at the Brixton Art Gallery on 21 July 2001, running from 8PM to 2AM. Oladipo Agboluaje Twelve poets, a singer and seven artists & musical troubadours Road contributed to Transfiguration.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/transfiguration.htm	3.1k
Transformer Transformer John Tucker Just now I saw a man his shoulders bent by past and sad events which can a drooping life outlast. My heart, though wrenched, was given pause; He'd caged his anger and that cage I felt could rip without good cause: I feared his stewing seething rage. Then into wishful reverie my thought... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/transformer.htm	1.8k
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TULIPS TULIPS Ken Pobo The National Enquirer comforts me. How lovely to think of Elvis's face on Mars--all that red space full of "Indescribably Blue" or "Help Me." Or Michael Landon returning-- it helps to know Heaven tunes us in even in summer. Oh, the mad passionate divorces-- Sean and Madonna, wonderful Liz and you... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/tulips.htm	1.7k
unemployed unemployed Li Min Hua Rhoo. Rhoo. Rhoo. Quail Ku outcoos the cuckoo; calls "Crops!" Rhoo. Rhoo. Rhoo. Konk. Konk. Konk. Geese Ku honks "Collect, collect; accrue, accrue." Konk. Konk. Konk. Ku. Ku. Ku. All Kus cry, "Quirk, quirk, coolies: work, work." Ku. Ku. Ku. Screw, screw, screw, screw these kook Kus! Kooks!... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/unemployed.htm	1.6k
Unfinished Liason Unfinished Liaison Zelda Rhiando from the moment you arrived you were gone from me; a brave shadow yet still the horizon swallows you sometime maybe I will chance on you again, be caught once more, held in your fragile net, touch thought mind heart and then depart... E-mail Zelda Visit Zelda's Website Panic! Poets... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/unfinished.htm	1.5k
Universal Bus Ride To Frank Zappa Universal Bus Ride to Franck Zappa Sandeep Sharma Sixteen reflected suns and a moon Heading East Diving through minds that belong to you And those you hold, dear Delving, gouging, scraping, stroking Hoping desperately to be empowered To love you, and those you hold dear TIME! Like harvest-orange clouds skipping... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/universal.htm	1.5k
Unsayables Unsayables Janet Buck Scene One: Decent health. A pulse with money in the bank. Running through a forests glade on feet you never think about. Scene Two: A heart attack. A surgery. Stockings on ten granted toes. A size too tight. Gangrene sets in. Knives and saws detach old bliss. One above a poisoned knee. One... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/unsayables.htm	2.4k
Untitled Untitled Sandeep Sharma There's an aeroplane heading west to land On earth he looks around Near full moon grinning manic south-east Trees sagging beneath a whole year's accumulated wealth Sated grass, sated people playing Running off rich food on a late summer twilight In rich, rich London He follows the plane... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/untitled.htm	1.5k
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The Unveiling The Unveiling Wendy Sullivan (Hector Peterson: the First Child Statue by Raymond Watson, commissioned by the 198 Gallery and erected at the cormer of Max Roach Park in Brixton, South London). Rain fell But not bullets We were wet But not gunned down I was in Brixton Not Soweto, Waiting without fear For the unveiling... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/unveiling.htm	2.4k
Vanilla Essence Vanilla Essence Steven Taylor It was while the train Waited indefinitely At a complicated junction Outside Venice in the 1970s Travelling northwards Via Bologna before the bombing. She was at least a communist. My notebook describes her As tasting of vanilla. Vanilla. I can remember nothing else Except a type... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/vanillaessence.htm	1.8k
at the vatican meeting at the vatican meeting Leigh Avon if the tulips induce insanity or if the curve of an arm -an arm in motion, connected to a hand or if the motion of a hand in greeting becomes the agent of incomprehensible intensity or if the sound of wind through railway tunnels mournful with the mourning of along can cause unbearable... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/vatican.htm	2.1k
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ALL YOU CAN DO IS KEEP WALKING ALL YOU CAN DO IS KEEP WALKING Ben Myers Too many scratched lines and cigarette burns from T-shirt nights; little scars like diary entries, fading Polaroids made from flesh there's memories within those marks: memories of drinking and clumsy summers or pea-soup nights up against the heater accidental, indelible,... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/walking.htm	1.8k
wash wash jim luchte have a washing machine second hand a screw screwed into its knob rigs it it works a little while longer corrodes inside rust rubber decomposes its water stinks of mold mildew tears at your nose infiltrates clutches you as you enter this door new washing machine temple earth Panic! Poets Panic!... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/wash.htm	1.3k
Putting Out Washing Putting Out Washing David Penn The clothes swing on the line. You spike them down with pegs, Your eyes set tight against the sun. You magic sheets, pyjamas, trouseres, pants And little dresses From the tub you bathe us in beside the fire. I watch you from the pear tree, Good at hiding. In the woind your raven... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/washing.htm	1.4k
watching the watcher watching the walker Li Min Hua I watched God when He made Adam's penis, matched it with his own, checked it out for size, for accordianability, and for fit and feel in a dozen orifices; and I swear He was happy, did not draw the curtain, never smirked, but winked, even blinked in anticipation. I watched God as... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/watching.htm	1.6k
Water Water Yim Tan Lisa Wong She pulls the Brita from the side Of her refrigerator door Unhinging thirst The world on its tilted axis yawns Draws dregs through a tap Suctions rosemary and thyme infused whispers from the back of her eglantine throat I can sense her squeeze my numb hand All fingers Wait to break loose... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/water.htm	1.9k
We Black We Black Oluwarotimi Ogunnubi We black but don�t get it twisted Doesn�t necessarily mean we dark Fists clenched in black gloves Right hand raised up high We black and we proud When the crime rate rises And street crime doubles Drug related killing increases Crack heads doing their thing In Brixton is the norm... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/weblack.htm	2.7k
Wednesday Wednesday Edmund Savage Now paranoia dogs my steps in flickering half-human shapes that fall among the fallen leafs and slip into the gutter; lying lieing with a drunken voice that waits for all it�s lieing to be true. Now de�ja vu is served for breakfast, every meal feeds me twice, commuters on the morning train... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/wednesday.htm	1.9k
we had it we had it bohdan yuri we had it good, we rubbed our bodies against one another, we had passion. we had it abused, we moved our lives, resisting one another, we had to rule. we had it bad, we clashed our souls, conflicting one another, we had friction. we had it too cruel, we missed our chance to cherish one another,... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/wehadit.htm	1.7k
Jacqueline Weir: Poems Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Jacqueline Weir: Poems Poems Jacqueline Weir THE TUNE OF ANOTHER Observe On the salacious edge of the light curve, The lines, the wave, the fault in your reality.... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/weir.htm	13.1k
Wendy Sullivan Welcome to Panic! Art Gallery! These are a few of the images by Wendy Sullivan which have appeared in the print version of Panic! Click to enlarge, and click again to return. Back to Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/wendy.htm	3.3k
Wendy Sullivan: Poems & Drawings Wendy Sullivan: Poems & Drawings Under Construction Wendy Sullivan: Post Cards E-mail Wendy Sullivan Back to Panic! Poet Project Panic! Poetry Links HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/wendy.html	1.3k
Wendy Sullivan: Poems and Drawings Wendy Sullivan: Poems and Drawings Back to Poet Project Lovers Between the lines a cleavage of thought betwixt and between round mammary spheres... down the valley the mount of olympus vying with venus that divine abode Upward thrust bearing down lifting lunging thrashing plunging cries and moans of ecstasy astride... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/wendy2.htm	11.7k
What What Gary Webster What if I called like that now? If all the fuss was a ruse? Like a fat starling's gaping mouth. If you never dropped anything again? E-mail Gary Panic! Poetry Panic! Poetry Movies Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/what.htm	1.3k
what's it to you what's it to you Li Min Hua I give you five almonds on which to make a wish, Four of which will come true. I give you a tune to whistle in the dark on your way home alone. I give you two-penny-worth of bubblegum, like an argument. I give you seven pineapple sandwiches with sour mayonnaise. I give you S2.69 to... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/whatsittoyou.htm	2.3k
What to Say to Those Pesky Relatives What to Say to Those Pesky Relatives Laurence Overmire Sorry, thanks but I didn�t create Your World And I really don�t care To be )included( In it. E-mail Laurence Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/whattosay.htm	1.2k
Where the Passage Ends Where the Passage Ends Shannon Pugh If I knew what I was losing Then maybe I'll try To keep the tiny pieces Of what has became of me But I cannot weep These endless nights Don't find sleep If I knew what I was Then I could make a thousand more But for now I am lost in my head Find me alone with thought A place... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/where.htm	1.6k
THE WHIRLWIND CHART/ER THE WHIRLWIND CHART/ER Abdul Malik (One God One Aim One Destiny) Prologue The whirlwind comes The whirlwind holds Vortex 1 The whirlwind moves Direction The whirlwind moulds The faithful The whirlwind creams The whirlwind moans Vortex 2 The whirlwind feels Commitment The whirlwind knows Our number Bustin chains... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/whirlwind.htm	8.1k
Who is Without Who is Without Laurence Overmire The woman was indeed a whore As they say, in popular jargon But she had kids to feed, no husband In a time when women weren�t allowed To take a job. Yes, she�d slept with half the men in town Who, incidentally Were present at the scene The stones gripped firmly in their hands Incensed,... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/whoiswithout.htm	1.4k
Wife Wife Robert James Berry When the rings tightened on your fingers And your two feet rose like loaves Pregnant lady You were stately as a Spanish galleon. Lilac skin soft as powder Your hair a jet jewel Your breasts rising hills A woman sharper than a tiger Who bites deeper than a hurricane�s teeth. I am watching... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/wife.htm	1.4k
wild flowers wild flowers Franck Toto The flowers of this Wild Wide World are visible through high res' smoke screen far away from anykind of Old World Order, growing freely in the raw side of the urban jungle under perfect conditions inside the green house "effect" Activated by some pure coverunder agents detergent, from... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/wildflowers.htm	1.6k
Willow Tree Night and Snowy Visitors Back to Panic! Poets Willow Tree Night and Snowy Visitors Michael Lee Johnson Winter is tapping on the hollow willow tree's trunk-- a four month visitor is about to move in and unload his messy clothing and be windy about it-- bark is grayish white as coming night with snow fragments the seasons. The chill of... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/willowtreenight.htm	2.0k
Windermere Windermere Lucy Bostock The crows circled that day in Windermere We chugged across the grey My ice-cream was too sweet Too gooey but I didn't say You made me feel dirty As we drove back down the M6 But you cried, I was your last fix My old robber who robbed a Thousand banks for me To tell me all the stories So... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/windermere.htm	1.5k
Wish You Weren't Here Wish You Weren't Here Ben Myers London is a thoughtless composition of yellow WITNESS APPEAL signs telling of ROBBERY and RAPE and MURDER DID YOU SEE ANYTHING SUSPICIOUS? like a man with blood spurting from his neck? London is a cheap cotton dress whore on the Brixton Hill sniffling BLOW-JOBS BLOW-JOBS SUCK YOU... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/wish.htm	1.9k
Witness Witness Sandeep Sharma You tell me that I'm not allowed to feel For nameless people. This way! This is real! I shall bear witness You storm this God-given house of the world Your guns are loaded. Hatred's flags unfurled I shall bear witness My sisters and brothers you would have me leave To die! Go to another... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/witness.htm	2.0k
Woman Woman Dorel Cheminson tall slender graceful she is, stout short broad she is, natty curly wooly kinky straight strong hair she is broad straight stubby nose she is white teeth as ivory when she smiles lips formed and full she smiles cheek bones like Cleopatra she is skin ebony black white coffee brown beige shiny... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/woman.htm	2.4k
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The World The World Danny P. Barbare On the floor I can see the linoleum how the world glares and floor is just itself. E-mail Danny Panic! Poets Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/world.htm	1.1k
World at War World at War Oladipo Agboluaje Looking out to a city ravaged by industrial fires, set ablaze with waste from far-flung dumps, booking their urban flights by chance of wind to all destinations where life exists - The river seems clear tonight. I can see panting fish of fine discoloration declaring that beyond the... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/worldatwar.htm	1.9k
Panic! Writing Project Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Panic! Poet Project Panic! Writing Project Panic! Writing Project seeks to provide a space for free expression in the form of essays, short stories, experimental writing,... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/writing.htm	6.8k
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you have already slept you have already slept jim luchte you have already slept one thousand years you wear the costume masochist or sadist? is there an outside? or is there a happy balance of terrorism? Can we step outside? Is there an outside that is not merely another otherly world? an illusory reward for a love not given lightly... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/you.htm	3.1k
Young Young Maureen Scott I am young, I have Perfected my past. It is done. Nothing Can be altered now. Sunk in time,I am Imprinted in my mould. It will grow much Cover, deceive, appear And seem to change. But the house now Has its foundation. Nothing that hangs From its walls can Exist without that Structure. And when... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/young.htm	1.5k
Zarathustra�s Nietzsche Zarathustra�s Nietzsche James Luchte Zarathustra�s Nietzsche: From Guilt to Innocence Zarathustra and Abraham: The Destination of the One The Death of God: The Seeds of Its Own Destruction Novelty under the Sun: Two Notions of the Will and Will to Power Overman: Beyond Dionysus and Apollo in Tragedy and Comedy... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/zaraniet.htm	279.3k
Zarathustra�s Nietzsche James Luchte: Philosophy Zarathustra�s Nietzsche A rough sketch James Luchte Contents Zarathustra�s Nietzsche: From Guilt to Innocence Zarathustra and Abraham: The Destination of the One The Death of God: The Seeds of Its Own Destruction Novelty under the Sun: Two Notions of the Will and Will to Power Overman:... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/zarathustra.htm	272.8k
Zeus Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Writing Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Zeus Zeus Jim Luchte Growing into � torn.. apart - explode * bloom Age-ing spreads its glance into this mirror Clasp these hands amid that vertigo within The abyss... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/zeus.htm	3.1k
The Temple of Zeus Choose a Destination Panic! Home Poetry Panic! Movies Art Gallery Titles Philosophy Links Philosophy Links Panic! Poets Alternative Press Links Panic! Poet Project The Temple of Zeus The Temple of Zeus 1. First symbolic Rendering GIF87a?0(((@@H(((0((( 0( 8(0(0(0 @((0080`800@`@80(H((080P0H0@8 @80P88@00@HP8 `8H8Hh0(P@H@(H@8X@P@(�(@8HPh@PH0HH@HHHHHPPH@HP0pHhH`H0`H(HPHpH�88XP8pH(hPhP0HXPhP(`PHxPxPHX`XXHXXP�... http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/zeus2.htm	50.4k
Zoe Thomas Welcome to Panic! Art Gallery! These are a few of the images by Zoe Thomas which have appeared in the print version of Panic! Click to enlarge, and click again to return. Back to Panic! Art Gallery HOME http://homepages.which.net/~panic.brixtonpoetry/zoe.htm	4.1k
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