Waiting at Marseilles airport for delayed flite to Italy...I send winning thoughts in broken french to montpellier who play marseilles at the velodrome here tonite...#biggame
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mercredi 7 mars 2012
Trade
Oh there he is with his big glow on the big UK title, over there with the CEO of Nestlé sitting there all shiny bald heads & dandruffed Italian suits.
Fuck! Sidle over, er, sir - he knows me - we made a podcast once, it wasn't that great, the eyes are wary - potential time waster.
"Got 5 for a pod chief?" I ask.
"Er' yes, FT now, have you seen Jofrain, the press officer? He has the schedule ok?"
"Sure thing. Thanks," i say moving off into the pack of hacks standing around with their various devices, hackin...mostly a frumpily dressed buncha freaks who had little understanding of the heavy financial & strategic plays that were their common subjects. It was a fraud really.
Oh & at the end of the lawn the CNN piece with a board member talking about the convergence of food & pharma - that'd be phood - & the likely shareprice effect of a 5bn euro investment in a research institute that may inevitably churn out exactly zero products unless ENORME % points of the population can awake from a nutritional slumber & realise that humble ol food, or better foods, can keep them outta hospitals. & debt.
"Jofrain?"
"Er, ha, yes? Er, Keith, yes, what would you like?"
Gotta love the Swiss. The Swiss PR. Thick, black-framed, DKNY mild prescription glasses; moussed side-part; alabaster, moisturised, acned face; classic, dark grey english wool suit with a thick pin, Nestlé clipboard, pad, pen.
"Can I get 5 with Paul? Got 90 minutes to get a pod up..."
Jofrain looks to his folder. "Mmmmm...schedule's loking quite full you know today Keith..."
"I have two questions Jofrain...seriously...5 minutes max."
I look pleading and desperate & try to throw a little rugged Han Solo-ness in there too, like, 'you can say no Jof but you know, & i know, & Paul knows, that everyone will benefit if we get this thing happening."
Even if it's not really true & last time I missed crucial questions due to a lack of research. It's all about the sell. Innit?Fuck! Sidle over, er, sir - he knows me - we made a podcast once, it wasn't that great, the eyes are wary - potential time waster.
"Got 5 for a pod chief?" I ask.
"Er' yes, FT now, have you seen Jofrain, the press officer? He has the schedule ok?"
"Sure thing. Thanks," i say moving off into the pack of hacks standing around with their various devices, hackin...mostly a frumpily dressed buncha freaks who had little understanding of the heavy financial & strategic plays that were their common subjects. It was a fraud really.
Oh & at the end of the lawn the CNN piece with a board member talking about the convergence of food & pharma - that'd be phood - & the likely shareprice effect of a 5bn euro investment in a research institute that may inevitably churn out exactly zero products unless ENORME % points of the population can awake from a nutritional slumber & realise that humble ol food, or better foods, can keep them outta hospitals. & debt.
"Jofrain?"
"Er, ha, yes? Er, Keith, yes, what would you like?"
Gotta love the Swiss. The Swiss PR. Thick, black-framed, DKNY mild prescription glasses; moussed side-part; alabaster, moisturised, acned face; classic, dark grey english wool suit with a thick pin, Nestlé clipboard, pad, pen.
Lamely i hold the Marantz podcast recorder above my head in my right hand, admiring its serious professional look. Jofrain smiles & glances at it too. "You have questions?" he asks. "There are many important journalists here today." Incredulous: "What & I'm not?"
Jofrain looks at his schedule again, adjusting his DKNYs a little. "Follow me." "Good lad," I mutter, following, suddenly, desperately, trying to narrow in on some questions that won't bore the CEO of the world's biggest food enterprise...
dimanche 4 mars 2012
#lovesong
donc…
shall we discuss elements
you & i
(& all our followers)
beats we found
(&shared on soundcloud twitter shareit dippity face
book spotify myspace google+ oh,
& the CIA)
?
shall we
discuss hirst
after fucking to grungejazz
or laugh at
brian sewel
or the
viscereal realists
smoking in lost
beds
on lost
blue sky sundays?
shall we?
go down these bleunoir
streets
stuttering tweets
sticky in
jeans
& apolitical
Ts
kidulting free in south
france western
free
time not
seen?
shall
we take these
discuss these
elements?
lusting forms
in mountain
passes
solely dusk
&
moondusk
velotude
forming water
conservation
with
nature’s girls
just there
by that
charming picturesque delightful rustic valley village fireflyorangeglowing in
the eternal dusk of man
& woman
let us go
then you & i…
flipping back
flipped back
is it time,
gentleman?
to suck again
take form against
these
elements?
reaching for android:
#poetrystillmatters
hooking up again
buckling the
compounds
straps whipped to
the stars
bruising andromeda
belts
blissful
like
elements
were
meant
to
be.
some
times
mardi 17 janvier 2012
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