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Tag: poetry

  • Squintin Quarantino: Mink Differently

    Pontoon…that’s twenty twenty one
    Put yer’ mask on, big task ahead son
    SQ Raps, with zoonotic curses
    A pox on capitalists, flock of bats in these verses
    Swoop down with sonor into your town
    James Brown on the speakers (get up, get down)
    The message I got and medium hold it
    Warped my mind, cosmos enfolded (tongue molded)
    My joint hold it
    That weed, sold it, green like Kermit,
    supreme vermin, sermon turnin’
    R-number determine the respect that you earnin’ (Zero?)
    …I’m showing concernin’
    Shut the fucking zoos and the schools, get learnin’

    I look in mirror, and tap the sink
    Double tap my head, think mcfly think
    These rhymes on pages, unpublished gauges
    For Le’ Mink I beg forgiveness from gods and sages
    Animal trade brings a shit parade
    Unless, in a lab, you think the virus made 
    They farmed fur and fucked with the wrong mink
    They picked the wrong Pangolin, wrong day, wrong drink
    Now humanity caged, we all enraged (klink klink)
    Klink klink
    You put Mink and Pangolin and Bats in cages
    Farm anything that walks, now the virus engages
    Pelts and coats and eyebrows and soup
    These mistakes not so man-kind, the guilty group (shot the coup)
    You eat Bat Pangolin soup you die
    You farm mink in squalour, boxed in you pay
    Their natural habitat is 7 miles wide
    They nurse their young on milk, down their burrow, inside
    Netherlands, Denmark and US breed em’
    Kill them, skin them, sell them and bleed them
    Gone done it now, since pig sheep and cow
    Back to bite you in the ass, better fast write a vow
    The wrong Pangolin and bat-mink farms
    The wrong politician and brats test our calms
    When the wrong human spread the wrong virus
    Cull in Denmark, our fault (I’d fire us)
    Like a bat out of hell you’ll be mourning till’ the morning comes
    I’m not surprised, got a gravestone on my drums
    Pull your mind out the slums (hums)
    Rise up with empathy, let it go, plums
    Covid dumbos suck like a thousand jumbos
    Wishful thinking, booze, god, where the mind goes
    Rhymes runnin’ like yer’ nose in a snot green garden
    Overflow hose with this prose keg yer’ pardon

    Practically shut the Zoo, we haven’t any clue
    How far up David Icke’s Rabbit hole do you have to goo
    Until you smell the bull poo, I ask you?
    Study mammals, the variants, tell parents
    Mammalian pathology and Mink/Pangolin physiology
    Check my methodology, questions, juss’ holla G.
    You believe a bio-flu made in a lab just for you
    Why shut a zoo when it’s Bill Gates crew in Wu
    Antivaxx anti-lockdown virus madness crew, fuck you
    I spit compassion for Mink, you just share sick stink
    Common sense and decency on the brink
    National health crisis, you’re brainwashed like Isis
    Killing just as many, your poor mum dad or granny
    Boris Johnson is a pure fanny
    These dead-pan notes are not funny
    Far right thugs and Facebook groups
    Conmen and victims, all fodder for troops
    Caught in the cross-fire, a zoonotic virus
    I put my hands in the air, but nobody would hire us, they fire us!
    Check the papyrus
    2020 vision I got it
    Published in March, I got a fly in my bonnet
    This is no sonnet but if you sun it you get it
    Vitamin DJ, TJ hooka’ beat smell it
    Don’t forget stay fit, still dance and move your feet
    Be discreet with your raps don’t write all caps
    I’m like a Pangolin army walkin’ through cat-flaps
    Flapping chops, cutting drops, wearing a bat bra singing four-tops
    Turvey, squirrely surely shirley, upside down inside from scurvy
    These liars unnerve me, chumocracy dirty
    I’ve been saying this since I was twenty or thirty
    Always wash your hands before eating at the canteeno’
    The virus invisible, I’m Squintin Quarantino

    They put animals and people in cages
    Profited from misery throughout ages
    Confuse health message as illness rages
    The tabloid right wing news-reaper pages
    Have I got news for you
    This shit started in a make-shift wet zoo in Wu
    The chinese contained it, but some tourists plained it
    And some tourists plained it, and some tourists plained it
    Skiers and first-world upper-class dummies
    Picked up corona for a ride to their cities
    Those living in crown cuckoo land, can’t understand what’s new
    A new virus, previously unknown and that much is true
    Faith salespeople and cheats pounce like vultures
    I make word sculptures, music and cultures
    You turn natural disaster into a man-made catastrophe
    By not taking the scientific consensus seriously
    Toilet papers hordes and 5G nutspiracy, embarrass me, callous me?
    Qanon, wake up son, they’re lying about who’s lying
    I’m flowing here trying to keep from sighing
    Singing not crying, walking not flying 
    There’s no denying, right wing leaders cause more dying
    Look at New Zealand and Wuhan, which communist buying?
    First world white capitalist faith-based disaster
    Exceptionalism, conceit makes the virus spread faster
    All the Trump Bolsonaro Bozo incompetence
    Is reflected in numbers, the death and mere pitence
    Largest military and best health care facilities
    Can’t be used to help the people because their for-profit utilities
    Public funds into private purses
    What are you stupid or something, can’t understand these verses
    You’ve been robbed, raped, thraiped and tortured
    They stole the land, the trees, the air from our orchard
    And although its awkward we must walk forward
    For word brings hope and a rant helps my veggies steam
    Environment a melting ice-cream, it doth seem, ripped at the seam
    Tripped over the dream back to the future nightmare
    But I’m awake, ready for the fight, who’s up and out there?
    I’m here training in my yellow submarino’
    Staring at Faceblock, Squintin Quarantino

    –Squintin Quarantino

    See 2020: Squintin Quarantino

  • Steve Fly Newsletter (Patreon)

    Steve Fly Newsletter (Patreon)

    Hi, sending warmest regards and sweetest wishes to you, wherever you are…out there in the rapidly transforming world. I’ve stepped up production and output in my gesture of unique entertainment during this next sheltering in place phase, lockdown-two or whatever you call it. Meditation two, the second challenge?  

    I’m moved by considerate people who choose extra caution, thinking of others because it makes sense, not waiting to be instructed to act under threat of fine or mandatory laws. I see care and sincere concern bursting out from most people, coming together, contrary to the narrative from the 24/7 media bombardment, division, mistrust, confusion. There’s beautiful, heartwarming humility everywhere, if we can cut through the digital fog of culture wars and break the spell of despair.  

    I curated a Youtube Playlist in March) Videos To Help During The Coronavirus, I’m carefully adding what I feel is worthy. Plus, pruning Youtube Playlists with thousands of hours of material, take a look HERE.

    I’m still editing that damned novel, amassing appendices and multimedia footnotes, struggling to lift it all and make it cohere when heading into second lockdown challenge. I trust the light hearted side of prose can overshadow the murky side, it feels like a tightrope walk wearing tights on my head. I want to be sure, really sure, that I write what I mean and mean what I write. I’m a little perplexed about how to proceed (print and produce the book as a physical artefact) recently I’ve considered a USB stick to also hold video, audio and images. The plot thickens.

    I wrote a small blog entry last week about Artists and their relationship to National Security, HERE. Earlier this month I wrote about coronavirus challenges and possible solutions.

    This month I’ve recorded a new series of DJ mixes available here and experiments with JAMM PRO (NinjaJamm APP) screen videos and live video from my bedroom/studio.

    Douglas Rushkoff and Grant Morrison on Team Human, take very merry trip together I recommend listening to. Prop Anon interviewed Grant for Mondo 2000 e-zine, waxing lyrical on Robert Anton Wilson, Brave New World…HERE.

    John Higgs recently published his Newsletter #23 that bulges with delights and insights, with links to his latest work and gems about RAW and the current conspiracy climate emergency.

    Nic Aldeton of Complexity media recently uploaded a new version of the panel discussion between Adam Curtis and Alan Moore (2017) moderated by Michelle Olley, I was present at the event and was lucky to hang with Adam and Alan.

    They Came To Starburg is my Halloween horror/comedy (Audio Book) released in 2014. You can stream the Spooken Word here. Happy Halloween.

    Here’s some words I excreted last week:

    hiber-nation
    huddle close avoid spikes
    like hedgehogs

    solidaritea
    and toast with common coffee
    grounds for peace treaty

    autumn is slowing up
    heart and mind torn by brexit
    sad separation

    covid autumn
    moon and stars mask
    uncertain cloud

    take a long walk
    awake to the simple things
    you’re never alone

    we love the long night
    isolation strengthens us
    in heads we thrive

    leaves and rain falling
    magpie and raven ascend
    find the others

    is a rose a rose
    in cruel summer lockdown
    water your garden

    sycamore
    fig-mulberry poem hides
    under maple leaf

    Thanks to you for helping keep the wheels turning. I sincerely wish you are staying productive and keeping safe from harm.    

    –Steve Fly   

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  • New Shennanigums Raps

    New Shennanigums Raps

    “Formented homey slow mead down the pagemelt quilted quiver of quill shawl of wynwyrld bushfires blairing lies burgundy rivers rushing aside the grassy noel partly paisely swirl gull on wing swooping ease grey socks in the ironing boardroom…” –Steve Fly, World Piss: The Spore Of The Words. a.k.a Shennanigums Wave.

    SPORE OF THE WORDS

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  • SQ – A CALLING (COME TOGETHER)

    SQ – A CALLING (COME TOGETHER)

    All bands, slam fam to bluegrass move ass 
    metal, country grime get up reforge time
    symphony orchestras, big bands and choirs
    get it together, no time to wallow in the…

    shout loud from spires what inspires
    sharing live facts that transpire without tiring
    an army of artists from all walks working
    all sound systems all DJ’s ALL MC’s
    drop your mic-guard open up to neighbartists, please
    bring rap blues jazz reggae rave jam together
    oh wee la laa, we ready to perform in any weather

    promoters join forces, venues too, join voices
    we live as one family festival people this is true
    find the others and write and regroup
    build an undefinable genre-busting free-jazz beatbox troupe
    be mobile and drop your mobile for a while
    come out into the fields and greet fly masked smile
    all graphical wizards, kings of all boroughs, all trains
    graffiti street artist thrive, up bold holding reigns
    galloping tour buses and managers and labels
    and we’re off, come on, stop grooming stables
    turn the tables, take a task and cash that ticket
    it’s tea time and I bowling for collabs to make bind
    protecting wickets from the wicked at your neck.
    ready-break

    together as adjacent to the grass-roots change
    use art to channel love, and sometimes channel rage
    use sound, paint by hand, try to get off the page

    all bands and all artists, designers and singers
    rappers and poets and painters and sewers and
    funders and growers and drivers and cooks and
    dancers and actors and film-makers and sculptors and
    teachers and playwrights and coders and stage-workers
    clean up crew and lighting folk and studio hands
    and hardware brands and audio engineers and digital
    pioneers let’s get together and secure our futures.

    “Come Together“–The Beatles.

    love, SQ

  • SECOND WAVE COMING – SQUINTIN QUARANTINO

    At central station, with a note for the nation
    You’re testin’ my patience, we doe’ need no more patients
    It’s just simple I ask, not a difficult task
    Just wash your grubby hands and then put on a mask
    If you…think it a hoax, then you endanger our folks
    Political purists want cash from the tourists
    Don’t say the word, that rhymes bird community
    I might spill some verbs and break word immunity
    You choose…wealth over health, we choose Math over death
    Exorcising rights, with my last dying breath
    I walk with a waddle, like the drunken Penguino
    Some call me fly…others Squintin Quarantino.

    She…did all the summin’… I did the drummin’
    There’s somethin’ brewing, it ain’t the fluin’
    Tourists are coming and the spit balls are going
    My heartbeat is rising, my tongue keeps surprising
    My…songs are running and bong rips are rolling
    Shoppers in droves…so dodge em’ keep strolling
    A lot of dumb tourists, they act like bambino
    I’ll wear a facemask, yes I’m Squintin Quarantino

    I’m… weaving through people, they twisting my nipple
    No masks make me dribble, at the narcissist rabble
    Playing Covid at scrabble, with death you do dabble
    I’m stuck in the middle saying, hey kid skedaddle
    Up the…Gracht with no paddle riding bareback no saddle
    I look at the muddle and just cuddle my bottle
    and we get to the bottom, of the R rate “We got em’
    with all my four hooves, we move over to trott on’
    I’m like Wolfgang Pauli, who dis…covered Neutrino
    Super fly Quark barkin’ Squintin Quarantino

    Liars of Wealth, versus liars of Health
    Put a cap on the Sandwich, put a cap on your mouth
    Put a cap in your ass, in your head in your ear
    You hijack our weed,  make Trillions off beer
    All the financiers can now work from home
    Mum-wage workers, stuck in front Covid zone
    Laws from the Hague, confuse like Cummings they vague
    Can’t run in clogs, from the new airborne plague
    I swim in waves until the end of the fino’
    I spit behind a mask because I’m Squintin Quarantino

    It’s…late in July, second coming from the sky
    In yer mouth, up yer nose in yer’ ear through your eye
    Tiny bacteria, shut down your cafeteria
    You airborne yesterday, chill yer’ hysteria
    It’s…not a big ask, just wear a damn mask
    If I don’t ask it, then your grans in a casket
    Hot drink, you flask it
    Asymptomatic, you mask it.
    Put the lotion, in the basket and your mouth, behind a tight-knit
    Ministers like dinosaurs, I like to call em’ Deano’
    With a T-Rex flexin; this is Squintin Quarantino 

    One small mistake or one big blunder
    You and the city, might go six feet under
    Don’t…sleep and lumber, get up track the number
    Into October November December
    Your…just out of reach, on a towel on a beach
    You’ll hear me at the top of my lungs as I screech
    ….INN COMING here comes the second wave
    I’m…calling to offices households and caves
    Holding up a flag: Wear A Mask Life It Saves
    A Covid Tsunami, will wipe out your army
    A second wave attack will drown folk that’s barmy
    Playin’…Russian roulette with bad spit and sweat
    Bats teach us a lesson but you’re quick to forget
    If we all wear a mask then, the quicker it’s over
    No reliance on horseshoe, charm or four leaf-clover
    I’m…hot like Mohommad eating a RAW Jalapeno
    Listen to my raps kid, I’m Squintin Quarantino

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  • Fresh Off The Dome Of Squintin Quarantino

    #BattleNaps

    On the way to brum there’s a place called Quinton
    I saw it through the window and my eyes started squintin’
    I jumped off the bus and was shot in the head
    By a fake bullet “for a scene” the chap said
    Step the fuck back bruv, do I know you?
    Naa’ just kiddin’ saw your hat, checked your crew
    We went into the cinema and smoked some strong indo
    Turned off the lights and sat Squintin Quarantino

    Don’t call me squintin’
    When I’m locked down like San Quintin
    I’m quitting’ spittin’ sittin’ here knittin’ new mittens
    Cute scratching like kittens
    Most my girlfriends were fit ens’
    So many in the art game get paid a mere pittance
    Patience, stop and read the has Beano
    The world is hulk fiction and I’m Squintin Quarantino

    I step into battle with shaker and rattle
    Dressed like a cow I move the crowd like cattle
    Commune-immunity with no vaccine is lunacy
    Move your dumb ass inside the virus is real you see?
    Stop gambling with your life in that fucking Casino
    Stay home and kill ill like Squintin Quarantino

    Take that 5G conspiracy and give your third eye a squeegee
    When you get bored source your news from a Wiji
    Bars I got plenty my mouth never empty
    Call me Squinting eyes prize flies twenty-twenty
    With a mouth full of fevers like you’d never believe us
    Hip hop inglorious spit smells like Brad’s Pitt
    My reservoir dogs bark at Al Pacino
    Don’t fuck with the camera guy I’m Squintin Quarantino

    This band is bound for mumu land
    Turntable spray can mic and handstand
    Stay the fuck home with stuck home syndrome
    Play games fly drone make rhymes dry bone
    I’m in quarantainment thinkin’ bout the government
    Doing edu-tainment writing to contain it
    Outbreak beats from tribal elders to bambino
    We’re all bastards now bro just like Squintin Quarantino

    We await a second universal base-sick incoming
    Incoming…I juggle beats in my heart I’m drumming
    All washed hands on deck, sick seconds to wreck
    Better put on a mask and better wynd in yer’ neck
    Breath
    And get set to a task
    Like making gowns gloves food poems and masks
    And if in the night you get a strong dark urgy
    To go into the streets get a bit purgy
    Breath and hold down the fort, stay home, it’s a sport
    And I’m the Eddie Eagle Edwards of ski-board rap warriors
    Don’t jump stay home, stop worriers
    Don’t be hateful mate be a loving hero get leano’
    I’ll be here scribblin’ bruv peace Squintin Quarantino.

    OUTRO: When your locked up inside and there’s nowhere to hide and the last plane has flied and the tough man has cried the criminister lied as the last poet sighed and we all on this slide of mosty unsatisfied we look back and we tied our prejudice to pride and teachers they tried and preachers some died and screetchers they scryed guilty they hide and greedy they seek and the spirit of Apocalypse Cow moooooooo. How do you treat your meat? “if Covid 19 is the China virus, school shootings are the white people virus…” the other Quarantino said. Fly out. Yeah yeah. SQ in the house. Hey, stay home, stay in bed yer’ bellend. Ha. What you looking at now? Why you squinting? Dis ting…here, look, down at your toe, go, run that riddim’ track….flow.

    I feel like Rambino when I’m in my Lamborghino
    Wearing my chino’s reading porno magazino
    From the fam Gambino I gamble rambles for vino
    Split the spleeno of geno now I’m singing Turna Tino’

    Walkin’ down the streeto, just eating my cheetoh
    Girl turned and shouted, “hey Squintin Quarantino”
    I said “hell no, what the fuck do you meano”
    “I’m smoking that icky girl-scout cookie pheno”

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  • 2020: SQUINTIN QUARANTINO (NEW BOOK OF POETRY, TWEETS, BLOGS)

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  • To The Five Cereals God

    Spring wind from the East
    Whispers of four seasons killer king at large
    Falling on deaf ears like snowflakes

    Flowers burst late winter messaging
    Sun’s fire and flood yin and yang
    Man’s dumb bones silent and thick
    The birds and bees return
    I sigh with pain and with relief
    The mountains and the milky way do not care
    For my mouthful of air
    When will I see my family again
    Who will we have become
    What of the badger fox and pheasant populations

    A Tsunami of novelty wash over gold
    Sunset on the horizon
    Its sudden beauty deceives man
    A novel king puzzle virus moves like a god
    Invisible almighty all-powerful creator and destroyer
    The slugs go about their twisted business
    Fish return to the river
    Men to their cave
    Sorrow on the air like bird song

    The countermeasures worse than the illness
    Thank goodness for Shen Nung
    The five cereals god
    Hemp cannabis and cheerfulness

    Funny thoughts dissolve
    As the long night approaches
    I start a poem and the moon sways
    Simple good health cheer for all
    May the cereal gods be bountiful
    May the rains not fail to fall
    May the greedy pulldown vanity
    Let us swear to meet again in the new world after
    Future

    –Steve Fly
    29/03/2020