eastwood : the man with no name
among those who are poor
and belong to the country
drives across the s
and spreads the dust
to reveal an unmistakabl
e form justin langer
leads his mule out the desert the boy
has shed
his poncho i imagine his eyes
are streaming down m face
check out what the ashes poet in residence has been up to over the new year here
(mostly its actually about warney)
lindsay lohan : meangirls
those bars i had him drinking him
putting on weight him drinking
down those bars
hell take whatever ya tell
him putting on weight
now im queen bee those ruby lips cant excite me anymore
he channels all his brilliance into sport
all that he can sap from the world i didnt see it til now
he always had his revenge
from the top of the stair him casting a satisfied gaze
over the boiling crowd
he controls
people are owned by
him regina george makes all the sluts fugly and the purer ones
exquisite by precise degrees
the strategy is impeccable see him
executing a 3 way calling attack
him ponting buchanan
his conference calling techniques are honed
you should see him
disseminating information yeah the gags
dont make him laugh they only make him feel like catching
practice
in the early hours haydos and symmo took a boat out on the bay looking to catch something to throw on the barbie for a late team breakfast. as they stared at the water and scrutinised the currents they reflected upon what they had done. waiting for the bites they knew would come they were not strangers to remorse. as soon as a big one is landed though theyll forget these less certain feelings and theyll want nothing more than to complete the increasingly savage whitewash.
the saddest most frightening thing for england (and cricket generally given how great freddie should be) is they way in which flintoff is taking on, more and more each day the series continues, the aspect of nasser hussein. lucky it was only a 3 day test.
rudi koertzen is statuesque.
el warno waca glam
get on with it
the patriotisms unbearable the expectation n
nerves were ready to get on with it
m
fingers n lips twitter m hair n
yr loss s already a whitewash
yr courage yr stupidity m fairytales n
jokes about balls r rarely off
target ________ sucker
m overs are flower bursts better
learn how to twitter sucker its good to be 3
– 0 up
swans n sunsets the groundsman makes
a thin line on an empty field i bwld m heart out
cn no longer stop
to sympathise
suck on that which is still to come
m hair m rocks yr loss twitter
and another in the series of player profiles – this one i wrote long ago
player profile of matthew hayden
le comte de monte cristo
everything is considered
rising flowers n falling confetti
touch the spaceman
s hidden face
the avenging god has
made way for my
heavy oriental textures n
the charm of the sun n
othing happens by chance anymore
thats the nature of our enterprise cant stop to sympathise now youve been tantalised
cricket slept for just over twelve months it has barely arisen and the ashes are already back in the right place. yesterday cricket woke up with a fervour for revenge. today is all sunsets over the indian ocean.
in exacting his vengeance the count of monte cristo often feels a tear in his eye. toward the end of the book he returns to the chateau d’if to remind himself what his enterprise has all been about. i imagine matthew hayden at this very moment is on a flight to the oval. the revenge does not stop here.
charles bronson : once upon a time in the west
when henry fonda
shot him he was only a boy at
the same moment
not too far away the boy
is already grown into
the hardest of men
____________ and he is
counting on revenge
the mathematics is not difficult though
the victims have multiplied to
extraordinary powers
he can recall them all and
list their names a true lord of time
angels of vengeance do not forget hes
the fullness of time keep
adding and
whittlin til everything = 0
my loyal readers you may remember a scoop that was broken by one of my superlowkey cricket infiltrators back in 05 regarding glenn mcgrath and the transformation he was preparing himself to undergo immediately the right moment arrived. Further research into this unusual, perhaps slightly unreasonable, tactic of mcgraths reveals that it is not a new strategy, but in fact a process that has been going on since the beginning of time. As in the contemporary moment we await the morphing of glenn mcgrath into glinn mcgrith, there was a historical moment in which another cricketer passed into the mcgrath state. And before that a whole metempsychotic series of precedents to what is most easily referred to as glenn mcgrath. There is a character in popular japanese mythology known as gankutsuou, or the king of the caves. This figure is the immortal energy of purified revenge that embodies itself in chosen beings unleashing series of vengeful action. When gankutsuou leaves the cave & possesses its next fast bowler everything becomes vast & the rhythms of the cloud shapes are made significant by its power.
before glenn mcgrath there was garth mckenzie. if the anagrammatic closeness of the names and the matching smile lines around the eyes are not fully convincing, documentary evidence exists in which passers-by declare themselves to have witnessed the moment gankutsuou inhabited the garth. This line appears in garths player profile – nothing seemed to ruffle him, although when stirred he [was] possessed [by] a wicked bouncer.
magnum ponting
mode warne perpetual
every note youve ever played
ham pineapple glamour on the hill
mcgraths cutter 2 2s in 2 hrs o england
this is a tough journey hussey
enjoys vultures monitor attitude devour uncertainty
angels appeal & grunt they have longevity
and bowling brains bones distributed
like gulls pressure solid
citizens clamour on the hill
useless water dont bradman like cricket
i sony it
and here’s one i prepared long before the series began :
player profile for ricky ponting
ahab
o you merry deep bowlers of
england where do you lead
my cheekbones
ache with longing beneath my
ruined face
harmison i have taken on your bones
long bones i choose you
harmison
jen (dark crystal)
my fervour for revenge
led me here i do not need
the encouraging tone of the mystic summons
their tricks of righteousness i will bring down
the skeksis for my own desperate reasons alone
then the alignment of the suns is a dramatic
consideration only ve closely
studied the aesthetics of revenge
fintoff commands the shadows &
the hard twisted bodies and wills of the english
their beaks and their claws and stinking breath
are useless against my lithe body and beautiful
head my will is firmer than theirs they die now
for what they exacted upon
my gelflings ve purity &
goodness thats nothing but helpful propaganda
anyway my project is above histrionics the crystal
is a tool in a weak minded prophecy i use to form
alliances and delineate evil m a
skilled diplomat of revenge