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David Beris Edwards
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Futile Manifestomanifesto to usher in an anti-age of futility   
As a million flagging tongues flap wordlessly on a million sagging jaws, as poets talk of self-esteem and Tim Henman (a Metaphor for Life, not just for Christmas), as America farts out smiling things and Britain adjusts a bollock, as evil sings and makes good its escape, WHAT THE HELL ARE WE MEANT TO DO NOW? I suggest: Nothing! I suggest: Nothing with knobs on! I suggest: More nothing than you can comfortably fit in a Ford Mondeo! Oh yes oh yes oh VIM VOM VIM! I am tired of explaining. I am tired of flirting with purpose. NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THINKING ABOUT STUFF NOW IS THE TIME FO Futile Manifesto
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The Story of Levin HobThe Story of Levin Hob   
 
Levin Hob awoke at 11:43am on Tuesday the 5th of October 1921 and discovered he had grown a small horn on the side of his head.   
After tentative prodding and a little polish, Mr Hob was quickly satisfied with this new addition to his otherwise unremarkable head. He made a small hole in his hat for the horn to protrude from and attached a brass bell to its tip which jangled pleasingly as he went about his business.   
His first task for the day was to buy seventeen bricks to finish off the low wall he was building around a telephone box in the park. He bought them from a man name The Story of Levin Hob
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In TimesIn times of joy we sit on shelves. In times of hope we slither about. In times of anxiety we make small pots. In times of suspicion we oscillate. In times of nausea we lick our carpets gently. In times of arousal we grasp our chairs. In times of slight depression we shit. In times of fervour we listen to vague suppositions. In times of grief we crawl above soundwaves. In times of hypocrisy we delegate a hatstand. In times of peace we collect old wood. In times of hunger we masturbate furiously. In times of derision we kiss our vegetables. In times of boredom we milk computers. In times of stupidity we falter. In times of uneasiness we shuffle In Times
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Tue Mar 17, 2009, 3:29 PM
For those who may care to, you can read some recent things I have done by downloading the relevant PDFs from the following location:

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Here's a quick guide to the current contents.

Developments in Contemporary Poetry: A small anthology of exciting new poetry which I was kindly asked to provide an introduction for.

United America - Country of Liberties: A very silly thing I wrote about the US. It's got pictures.

Selected Prose Works - Vols 1-5: Five short stories. One's a reworking of an old story (the original of which is still in my gallery here). The rest are 100% new and some of them are even okay-ish.

A New Stench on an Old Brush: Nonsensical rhyming couplets. I wrote a second volume of these recently but I've been too lazy to format it. Oh well.

A Body of Water (and a mind of silt): A collection of poems that took me about a year to complete, despite not being all that good. Funny, that.


So anyway, do take a gander at some of the new stuff and feel free to let me know what you think, either on here or my lovely blog (where my new things go nowadays).

Ta &c.

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~purge-my-5oul Jun 1, 2007, 5:50:18 AM
well, you are the friend of my sister. it's the least i can do.
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~Trouserpress Apr 24, 2007, 9:31:00 AM
Bah. I discovered it too late, alas...

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Yes... No... That is to say... Ah.


Oh, and incidentally: ~thatwritinglark
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~piccolo Apr 24, 2007, 8:59:16 PM
Performed FAT PRIESTS FAT LEMONS with Warren and a friend of mine a few hours ago for about 20+ people! Pretty amazing dude!

Why is it too late what you discovered?
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~Trouserpress Apr 25, 2007, 8:48:32 AM
Maybe I misread it but it seemed too late to participate...

Still, huzzah to my work getting bellowed in the states again! Was this part of the vague "performance night" thing Warren mentioned when he was here? Do tell me more - I love to know what's going on.

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Yes... No... That is to say... Ah.


Oh, and incidentally: ~thatwritinglark
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~windwater Mar 7, 2007, 2:04:12 PM
miau O_o

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~piccolo Feb 27, 2007, 1:08:49 PM
Do you think that reality and the present time is an anachronism to your use of the typewriter in your work? Does it create a sort of nostalgia or reference to the past when you use the typewriter? I'd like to know what you think of this.
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~Trouserpress Mar 2, 2007, 3:23:22 AM
Hmmm... I'm not very good at analysing my own work to that degree. I suppose deep down there's probably a pining for days of yore involved whenever I whip out Gabrielle, but that's never my real motivation in using it.

You can do things with typewriters that you can't with other tools such as computer keyboards or pencils. For example, I occassionally write pieces which require someone else to manipulate the scrolling of the tyepwriter at will, causing the words I type to become broken up and strewn about the page. The sheer LOOK of typewritten text exudes a kind of "honesty" to me which is an interesting dynamic to introduce into work which is, more often than not, essential nonsense.

So yes. Congratulations on getting a straight answer out of me! It doesn't happen all that often.

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Yes... No... That is to say... Ah.


Oh, and incidentally: ~thatwritinglark
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