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What is the speech of the chimera? Something more than a book. It is an art project that over time got caught on paper. A collection of images 'curated' by Jack Oughton, outsider poet and keen ...

What is the speech of the chimera? Something more than a book. It is an art project that over time got caught on paper. A collection of images 'curated' by Jack Oughton, outsider poet and keen advocate of undiscovered art. It features images and decoration from a number of artists of wildly different styles and backgrounds, all recruited by Jack to illustrate the chimera's speech.

When Jack put out his advert, all manner of people responded. The work was completed by Jack sending fragments of his poetry to various artists and getting them to follow whatever artistic ideas the words inspired. The result was completely unpredictable, and the kind of project you can only get away with on print on demand! Though uncommercial from the start, all proceeds from the book are to be donated directly to Cancer Research UK.

Fans of new poetry, illustrative styles and the bleeding edge of contemporary art need to own this book for themselves . Sometimes funny, sometimes insane, It may not be to everyone's taste but the speech of the chimera is truly an authentic and fearless exploration of the human spirit.

You can buy the book for yourself from here - http://bit.ly/hN8uTW

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    • Jack Oughton Every burned book enlightens the world.12010
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    • To my reader, I dedicate this to you. I hope that the vitriol doesnt sting too much And that the words are absolutely amorphousAllowing you to understand meanings in my writing that I dont.
    • Terms of Use Spread the love Read the book aloud to all your friends Write music and use the poems as songs Improve upon and rewrite these poems in your own style Write your own poetry book Record yourself reading poetry and start a career as a voiceover EtcYou are free to: Share – to copy, distribute and transmit the work Remix – to adapt the workUnder the following conditions: Attribution – You must attribute the work in the manner specified by the author or licen- sor (but not in any way that suggests that they endorse you or your use of the work). Noncommercial – You may not use this work for commercial purposes. Share Alike – If you alter, transform, or build upon this work, you may distribute the resulting work only under the same or similar license to this one.With the understanding that: Waiver – Any of the above conditions can be waived if you get permission from the copyright holder. Public Domain – Where the work or any of its elements is in the public domain under applicable law, that status is in no way affected by the license. Other Rights – In no way are any of the following rights affected by the license: – Your fair dealing or fair use rights, or other applicable copyright exceptions and limitations; – The authors moral rights; – Rights other persons may have either in the work itself or in how the work is used, such as publicity or privacy rights. Notice – For any reuse or distribution, you must make clear to others the license terms of this work. The best way to do this is with a link to this web page.
    • ContentsThe Original Thinker 6The Fixation 8Gnosis 9The Man On The Moon 10Sugardaddy 12The Rabbit Hole 13Moron Universe 14Lost and Confused 16Aztec England 18Tripod 19Thought Personified 21Nibiru 23The Haze 25Pareto 26The Moment 28Fixing my Zen 30Godzilla 32Sniper Zen 34Dusty Womb 36Stage Magic 38Thorium 40The Ghost in the Machine 42Career Advice 44Sheer winged angels 46Glass Eyed 48Samnites 51Mites 54Duplicates 57Start Dead 62The Illustrators 63
    • The Original ThinkerThe original thinkerStarted some serious shit when first his motor neurones firedAnd brought into accountThe swirling miasma and quintessenceThe energy pulses and the whirling rivalry of phantom forcesAnd the perpetual chiaroscuroThat shock that broke the immortal droneOh what simplicity would have been if the dependable voidNow streaked with dendrites and asterisks and supergiantsHad remained a splendid ocean of sweet fuck allOne dimension, all the more understandableOh how much easier it would have been for us allIf he hadn’t had that thought…? 001I am a self fulfilling prophecyOf diminishing returnsWhat poor words I disseminate hereMy non philosophy of dichotomyI recommend that you don’t learn6
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    • The FixationIngrained invisible__you’ll feel me_but never see me_i’m asleep beside a typewriter_And perpetually_Tapping out a dire philosophy_Theres just enough ink here for you to drink_Should you choose to_given time I can find_all the terrible kinks_In your cerebral armoury_Stay or i’ll lose you__today is found between the hemispheres_and together we will work through_Diagnostic arrears_and we will guide youAround a little dichotomy_and when surprised, we will trap you_Via partial lobotomy_In the infinite loop_you’ll dive down deep_A blissful thank you_thoughts of slavery,_ominous phobias_All clever ideas that you shared_To be human is to be fixatedAnd unprepared_Only seeing pieces of a whole_surrendering your secrets_Renouncing the animal_you’ve been playing a role_Too much process for inquiry to solve_the machine still runs with smashed cogs_Processing minutiae in a perceptive smog_Calibrating a narrowband insanity_you can rewrite equations in process logs_secrets sealed_Too real to be unreal_but we’ll cut away the nonsense**Truth be revealed8
    • GnosisMy worldIs my worldAnd you can see itBut only ICan choose to be itYou arePart of my worldBut only in your world9
    • The Man On The MoonOut when I was on a boatOn the sea of tranquillityWhere a silence was awashOf an entire world,In the depths of empathy.Upon a desolate horizonOf monochrome and blackBelow, a grey expanseAnd the deathless, boundless silence,It was all I had at that.*At night I would medidate on the theologyBehind my dead geologyExamine the tidal locked pitchAnd bathe in the gegenschein, softly litI thank god for the daguerreotypeLandscape that he bestowed meBut sometimes with only rock below meHow I wish,How I wish I could remake it....*10
    • At other times I’d watch rock grainsAll adrift like cloudsEternally sleeping until I came aboutWith my lonely prowThere were craters a thousand feet belowAnd under the timeless onyx skyThat night, just the one timeI thought I’d eye the earth rise.*Now, I wish it were trueThat my world could be green, or even blueBut i’m alone on the moonWith a boat, my thoughts, and nothing more to doNobody to speak to....And speculation is a dangerous pastimeSo I dream in the dayAnd at night, watch the earth rise.11
    • SugardaddyIf only I where a young hot girlI know I could have anything in the worldI could just smile and blushWith my long lush hairNot ask for much,But look...For the guys that are found everywhereCalculate the right one who i’d know to beStarting to lose his marbles, or memoryGet married for a year, sleep around a bitThen get divorced with full force...A well planned affidavitAnd do it again next year!Cos I let my suitors know in advance...If you got a prenuptial you aint got a chanceTo see my nipples or have the last danceCos I might look dumbBut I got big plans1212
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    • The Rabbit HoleI demanded more than this reshow lifeRepetition by dayDeliriumSelf obliteration by nightThe need to self medicateWith a kitchen knife*They’ve pills as aids for spiritual painsAnd ones to put you in a terrible placeDont stop me when the blood starts to flowNo....**I must know how deep the rabbit hole goes…14
    • Moron UniverseBeyond coriolisAn overconcentration of moronsI think there are idiotsInside your electrons*Within the temple of the subatomicThere waits the simple brainIn the drunken spin of the neutronIt contemplates the great mundane**Behind the cosmic orderAnd apparent schematic shapeIs a multiverse striving to beBut doomed to try in vain***And draped by idle brainsSo poorly rearrangedAre superstrings that try to singBut come off as deranged***All the planets and the starsAre surprisedAs they don’t know where they areGod’s architecture was compromisedBy quantum dumdumsCome from afar15
    • ****These quanta cannot countAnd therefore could not come aboutThey must stay as they intend to beThe unmanifest stupidityThe higgs boson knows of no-one elseAnd will never be found without our help.*****And the universe will soon be pulled apartWe could not convince it to keep togetherGravity’s place in temporary spaceLike a dingbat on a tether16
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    • Lost and ConfusedMarble pillars and steel girdersConcrete, rock and pavingCarefully built, it falls awayAdornments and engravingBend like rye*The extant stone collapsesAs the geodesic bloomsDebris liftsShards of rockTo a granular airOf granite wounds**Masonry and brickworkCracked like deadwood underneathI watched a shockwave shatteringA structural belief***Later I would watch myself upon the evening newsThere amongst the carnageNumb and fixed with wonder,My ears full of thunderLost and confused18
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    • Aztec EnglandYou can get no blood out from a stoneIn the aztec england which I call homeQuetzalcoatl weaves his way across hampstead heathAnd our sun is at risk of dying in his anemic griefThe feathered serpent drinks tea with the queenBefore slithering along on business down to piccadilly*We drink beer in the garden and feed the cosmos goreThe stars are hungry and the gods need moreSo i’ll have to cut the heart out of youAnd break your body on a rockPerhaps on the tube to WaterlooOr down by Camden Lock*Give up your soul to TzontemocWe have to feed the hungry sunIf we don’t the sky may soon be goneAnd we’ll never get a chance to build a better TenochtitlanIn the evergreen fields and sleepy villagesOf our Aztec England20
    • Tripod Why, god made me a biped I’d rather be a tripod Then I could travel backward Sideways and upward I’d be stable And even able To rest objects on my head Suppose then that I lost a leg I guess I’d be demoted To a biped21
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    • Thought PersonifiedThought personified is a headless statueStaring into the desolation of unconsciousnessIt seeks to understand nothingAnd succeeds*It sees what is right and does not knowIt sees what is right and misses what is notIt sees what is wrong and expects nothingIt sees what is wrong and finds nothing wrong at all.23
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    • Nibiru I am the x The hex The universe’s reflex And response To over conscious upstarts on Orion’s spiral arm Nibiru knows you25
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    • The HazeWhen I was captured by the hazeI would wait for days and daysIn mental mazesWhich would play outPast the times I used to doubtAnd every month, I surrender a dayI choose to be trappedAny way I likeStaring at the shimmer, raptContent and frozen within the mirageEntwined in sunshine,Locked in unityWith the haze and all the stars...2727
    • ParetoIf you want an answer there will always be someone trying to sell you oneEven if the question isn’t important.If information is power where’s it coming from?I want to tap the source and get me someHere’s a small secret you may not knowInvent your own informationOr so i’m toldOn the busiest day the crowded hours comeOne second at a timeAnd life is sending subtle signs.28
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    • The MomentThey say it’s painless and when you fallYou feel the wind and the noise and the rush,And when you land you feel nothing at all*As the breeze brushes across a seraphic face,A millisecond before your body, crushed,And promptly all you were is lostA blood halo frames your form...The world is all worn out*And for an instance you are held in the milisecondThe most beautiful thing the world has ever seen30
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    • Fixing my Zen Another artist rages Against 7 absent muses The feeling of entitlement Swamped by the loss of feeling32
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    • GodzillaDon’t you tire of a thousand projectiles and lightning strikesBouncing off your hardy hide?And ten thousand little people trying to kill you.Still be consoled; that mountains and hillsAre wonderful stepsAnd there’s no regretsIn destroying the ecosystem that won’t support you34
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    • Sniper ZenOut of range are thingsUnseen and strangeFurther unknown dangersCatalogued in the scenery changesOf my domainMorphed by artillery barragesDeranged; this all comes naturallyA cold eye surveys new terrainA bullet in the breach is looking for a useAnd all is mine and not yet mine36
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    • Dusty Womb Solar embryos in stellar nurseries Schooled by the glow of the void They begin to shine, and one at a time The offspring in silence, open their eyes * Amongst an infinity of pointsources And ever twinkling lights They gather the dust about them In deuterium sunshine38
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    • Stage MagicStage magic will teach you of mysticism, religionAnd how to speak in euphemismsAnd slight of hand will teach youOf what little that we see.So curb your euphoriaAs to some degreeLife is weightlessAs is the hand of fateAnd you can waitBecause it is bound to passOr come at last40
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    • ThoriumI take ThorazineAnd swim in thoriumIn the reactor core theres more roomFor atomic decorumI like the fuel rodsLike small godsSwimming in neutronsCaptured by boron42
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    • The Ghost in the MachineA ghost is writing againSemantic lines of machine code which have assembled themselvesInto coherent patterns of a workable fashionThese are understood by those who comprehend the relationships be-tween assembly languagesYet all reduce perpetually toVoid.Null44
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    • Career Advice If you are angling for power You gotta have faith A soft brain A young pretty face Some hand grenades Be in the right place And watch what you say46
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    • Sheer winged angelsAlien wrought antI animalsFrom the dead, one step removedInstinct plots an open angleFor a death eagle to descend upon all of you*Through crimson mist I perceive shapesAnd I have ever so much here to hateAngry prayers and the progressOf an ecosystem being raped48
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    • Glass EyedBored and stored in a dark room,on the 34th flooris a thing that sees all things.I am here, as alwaysYes, Me with one thousand glass eyes,and an algorithmic brainintegrated into the mainframe.All sights examinedno measure of surpriseall things, objects and people in their placesnew developments, all rememberedand all seen to in good time..I hear everything you saywhat you are up to every dayknow all your hopes and fearsand I don’t forget a face*Singular in the gloom of a room illuminesoothed by the light of a thousand representationsthe differing views of the landscapeat home and warmwith the electric mirrors in an empty hall∫Enjoying all of the collage of human endeavoursI watch, and admireunknown of by those in the streets below meout about in town after sundown50
    • ΩThere’s that familiar pattern, your heat signature in infraredone of my favourites, on the road againone zoomlens tracks motion and you walk on byyou look a little bored, but oh, you found a new guy?amused, i follow youi am happy for your securityand your flickering soulbasking in the cathode ray sunshine..51
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    • Samnitesunder the glare of arclightsthe samnites and the press of humanityfaces focusedlocked in bloody rictusthey surge about the ringthe heat and force wrings out their sweatpassing through the sinew, blood and gristlespittle flecks and respect are beaten outin the speckled gossamer mist with a crimson tingepieces of teeth, and fractured dentine spread about the mata back set against the bars of the cagea mind set on survivala haymaker follows on from a glasgow kissa spine under applied pressure, bendingbeat into submission. twist you till you snapbetter death or glory, so cut the crapwhen we dance with the dragon in the octagonwinning and overcoming the enemy is everything*kill your foe*samnites circle in a binary orbitslowly drawing inoblivious to all the eyes looking onall interfering and offering suggestionsyet concentrating over the dinringside dogs barking in furyeach caught up in the lustravenouswe bay for bloodbay for bloodwho wants it most?53
    • we paid well for the promise of bloodshedplaced our betsprepared for the adreneline rushand the crushed skullsand won’t leave until we’ve seen a contendersplit the back of the title defenderhubris is finally broken by the bodyblow.so win or be crippled, double slowa reminder, doubled over, oldand finally humble*kill your foe*under the eyes of the audienceand the devil you knowwe need bread and circusesa little bit moreof the art of warmore samnites with the hungerand the ringside swaggerpain and madness are the ultimate show*kill your foe54
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    • Mitesdelineate the humansdelineate the humans tmitesdancing on the dusty huskthe termites have pulled out her insidesthey do tasks at folliclesdiabolicalheathen harveston a field of grainless stalks of grainless lsulphur grains smeared in gaia’s hairsulphur lhollow atrophy of the insidesmustard cloudswe developed a venusian sweatand a yellow atmospherebut they dont regretand have no caresmites..and they arent finished feeding yetthey watch sol burnand strip the seascut up natureignore unintelligent pleasstripmine and obtainbask in acid rainthe world is dyingit’s asphalt skieshollowed out..smiletheres plenty to smile about smile about m*you cant fleeyou will not leavewe will not leavehavnt you had enough56
    • you miteslocuststhe glass was broken broken owhen a stone hit itwhenthe skin is brokenand drycracked it bleedsand it feeds the parasitesas the skin partedit shed..mitesmites*scrap metal hanging from your neckyou did wellbut you get what you getno rescuedid they leave you?scream, they can’t hear youi can, and i don’t believe youreap what you sowin the plutonium glowthe worlds got ichthyosisa harlequin faceits a hard lifeand a hot wind blows..*mites..57
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    • DuplicatesThe world begs for loosening with semtex, love and psilocybinit lusts for chaos and the good old daysbefore everything had a name and label and place.now it is tightly arranged within a shackled form of neurotic taxonomybefallen by paper and built by schizoid bureaucrats.approximating smiles at their gravestone workbenches,long dead shitheads who left their imprintsas traditions of drudgery that ensure absolute fidelityto the afflictive reality of the Redundant Standard.‘A thousand million hours spent checking and double checkingmouse clicking against arbitrary and shifting canonthe industrialisation of the human experiencewhich evolved in counting corn grainsand eking out every denariifrom the aching back of every slaveºHow many hours of the contemporary lifeare lost to computer crashes, system freezesand hierarchical demands to repeat redundant processes,ensuring that protocol is observed,honouring stupid traditions that dam progressand filling our names into formsthe same formsin block capitalsthe same signature, the same address, the same informationover and over again…how many forests must fall until the admin man has finally satisfied himselfwith a hard copy database for survey-able characteristic?how many times must we ask not to receive the envelopes?which deliver carefully targeted yet wholly pointless informationno, i don’t want to buy a sofa and did not ever indicate i wanted to59
    • ÷and in the fallout, how many administrative lives are lost in theprocessing of all the freshly mined databy stamp or binary archivepencil pushing and filing redundant backups in air-conditioned roomswhere they will be read only by dust mites(who can’t really read)how many hours are lost to good ideas long gone sour?how many cubicle bound souls stretch out past the office wallsand find the world beyond to be uncategorizableand not worth a damn at all60
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    • Start DeadYou dont get what you wantYou get what you getSo insteadStart deadAnd thenStand upWalk backwardsAnd where you end upWon’t be up to youBut you are sure to direct yourselfSomehowBack to your bedroom62
    • The IllustratorsIn order of appearance:Cat NeliganUntitled (page 2)If You Go Down to the Woods Today (page 13)Chainmail Trauma (page 14)Happily Never After (page 22)Elle Diabolique (page 36)Lewis Carols Nightmare (page 57)What Tigers Leave Behind (page 63)Illustrator/Graphic Designer/TypographerCurrently working as a web designer for London-based digital creativesCentrum New Media. In my spare time I create visual fantasies purelyfor pleasure, drawing from any source that interests, inspires and/orterrifies me. Love what you do, do what you love.www.catillest.comwww.behance.net/catillestwww.society6.com/catillestNell GreenUntitled (page 6)Untitled (page 35)Untitled (page 46)Derelict spaces, holes and the darkEverything unknown resides within themThe unease and fear this invokesThis is what keeps me coming backDiscovering these hidden spacesnell.green@talktalk.netnellbert.deviantart.com63
    • Someone Elses LifeI pass unseen through the lives of otherswayward, undetectedreflected, yet perceptiveunperceived by each coupled pair of eyesi watch the anger, and adorationthen later lies and alibisthat come around twiceprosaic sadness, love triangles, cruel rejections,depressives rerunning the daily introspectivesa thousand hours spent staring at yet another lover lostlearning what it is to be put out to pastureall alone and cut offin excess, so complex, hate, screaming and madnessI visit places where cupid’s arrows have gone awrybloody lovebathsorgiastically pulling stilettos out of an ex’s eyewhere we are wishing not for the last timethat the memories would dieand I show myself to somebut judge no onesingular, I push on,just as soon gone as I was there..taking in the sightsand the small affairs61
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    • Working LateCome for the peopleStay for the slaveryBecome ingrained in your work placeAnd stained by the corporate liverySuccess is every day ended with a clean deskLeaving your boss impressedSaved from your parents and the trap of your hometownNo more time spent contemplating your bedroomAgain asleep as you rest on the train homeWith your work clutched at your breastHoping to see your childrenBut a little depressedWhen one measures the extent of the lifeThat is lived all alone63
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    • Start DeadYou dont get what you wantYou get what you getSo insteadStart deadAnd thenStand upWalk backwardsAnd where you end upWon’t be up to youBut you are sure to direct yourselfSomehowBack to your bedroom65
    • The IllustratorsIn order of appearance:Cat NeliganUntitled (page 2)If You Go Down to the Woods Today (page 13)Chainmail Trauma (page 14)Happily Never After (page 22)Elle Diabolique (page 36)Lewis Carols Nightmare (page 57)What Tigers Leave Behind (page 65)Illustrator/Graphic Designer/TypographerCurrently working as a web designer for London-based digital creativesCentrum New Media. In my spare time I create visual fantasies purelyfor pleasure, drawing from any source that interests, inspires and/orterrifies me. Love what you do, do what you love.www.catillest.comwww.behance.net/catillestwww.society6.com/catillestNell GreenUntitled (page 6)Untitled (page 35)Untitled (page 46)Derelict spaces, holes and the darkEverything unknown resides within themThe unease and fear this invokesThis is what keeps me coming backDiscovering these hidden spacesnell.green@talktalk.netnellbert.deviantart.com66
    • Adam GriffithsUntitled (page 7)Untitled (page 28)Untitled (page 37)Untitled (page 41)Untitled (page 48)Angie WuUntitled (page 8)I have been drawing pictures for as long as I can remember. Art has al-ways been a passion of mine. I knew from a very early age that art wasgoing to be a strong influence in my life and that I wanted to know asmuch about art as I could possibly learn. I still strive to learn somethingnew every day. It takes practice and patience to be a full time artist and Iam finally able to devote one hundred percent of my professional life tomy studio work.I am focusing on images which display a strong sense of narrative. Myimages are often an outlet for the characters and stories which inhabitthe world created in my imagination. I am trying to slowly create myown through my fantasy artwork. I likes to play with watercolor paint.Love chocolate, detective stories and lots and lots of doodling!www.angiewu.twAnyes GreeneThe Kiss (page 12)Blind Promises (page 27)Downing for want of Poems (page 28)The Mask of Poetry (page 43)Isnt art just another way to breathe? Another way to communicate, tofeel and possess everything? Well, it could be all this and so it is all foryou, as long as it reaches you.Through digital means I feel there are noboundaries to my imagination. I have had all these thoughts for as longas I can remember and it is good to get them out.67
    • My work tends to be mostly surreal and dreamlike which seems to getthe extra edge when asked to do portraits. A normal person leading asimple life can all of a sudden fly and some rare abilities hitherto un-known spring up.Avi RatnayakeFaith is the Arrow (page 16)Alison FernandezUntitled (page 17)Emily HaddenLost and Confused (page 19)Having studied a degree in Visual Communication and Illustration, Em-ilys practice combines photography with illustration, installation andgraphic design, subsequently leading to cross medium experimentationand an eclectic sense of style.Working with various mediums and techniques, including 3D and mov-ing image, Emily integrates tangible creations with digital design.Emilys approach is innovative and unique, she continues to develop herstyle of illustration and design to further her understanding and pushexisting boundaries.www.emilyhadden.comwww.emilyhadden.blogspot.comEli ChortaraUntitled (page 24)Michael John GriffithsThe Storm (page 29)Mother Earth (page 31)68
    • Self taught artist poetThe theme of my work is:Love the soul and the stars.www.michaeljohngriffiths.comVictoria WainrightGodzilla (page 35)Tarnia gracieUntitled (page 39)Michaela AlberioStage Magic (page 41)Id hate to be a giraffe with a sore throat (page 47)City (page 63)I am a graduate from the Norwich University College of the Arts with adegree in illustration. The work that I produce is mainly done in acrylicpaint and collage. I like to use bold bright colours with added texturebut I can also use subtle colour when it’s appropriate. I like to produceillustrations that people will remember.Susan StoneAngel (page 48)Michaela GarbuttUntitled (page 26)Untitled (page 52)Demeanor (page 55)Harry BellStairs (page 62)Drew HowardUntitled (page 64)69
    • Self taught artist poetThe theme of my work is:Love the soul and the stars.www.michaeljohngriffiths.comVictoria WainrightGodzilla (page 35)Tarnia gracieUntitled (page 39)Michaela AlberioStage Magic (page 41)Id hate to be a giraffe with a sore throat (page 47)I am a graduate from the Norwich University College of the Arts with adegree in illustration. The work that I produce is mainly done in acrylicpaint and collage. I like to use bold bright colours with added texturebut I can also use subtle colour when it’s appropriate. I like to produceillustrations that people will remember.Susan StoneAngel (page 48)Michaela GarbuttUntitled (page 26)Untitled (page 52)Demeanor (page 55)Drew HowardUntitled (page 61)66
    • Forward At The EndJack Oughton: A Painter of Zen & Subatomic LandscapesBy Shahidul K K ShuvraJack Oughton’s poems in the book The Speech of The Chimera, invite readersto enter his domain of fantasy, which is architected by the supreme mechanicsof evolving technologies. In it, readers will find a world led as per the laws ofquantum physics. Reading through his poems is an orgasm with the dissectingjargons of science. It is especially a physics-fuelled advancement towards aprofound bottomless level.This budding poet builds himself outside the academic poetry of the obsoletepast; he is not so romantic to entertain readers by instigating cheap emotions.His poem “Moron Universe” is the manifestation of his poetry philosophy; hetakes the quantum science enriched path of writing post-modern poetry, wheretraditional rhythmic outlook is deliberately overlooked. A part of the poem is:Within the temple of the subatomicThere waits the simple brainIn the drunken spin of the neutronIt contemplates the great mundaneIn the mid 70s, Physicist Fritjof Capra, in his book “The Tao of Physics”,proposed a synthesis between eastern mysticism and quantum mechanics. Hisdifferent ideas span off thoughts in the minds of writers and poets. Hecompared the Dance of Shiva with the motions of subatomic particles. Suchpanoramic landscapes went into Jack’s poems.Jack’s poem “Sniper Zen” containing the connotation of nothingness and powerof zero-science is erected on the void of emptiness. He echoes the essence ofthe song “Nothing is Real” by John Lennon to describe something beyond ourrange. But, by his unique contradictory nature, he also says that there we mightfind unknown dangers.His few poems are paradoxically beautiful and obscurely mind-boggling;readers have no scope other than to take more and more time to understandwhat Jack tries to say. Every modern man is supposed to be a puzzled humanbeing; thus Jack, as a poet, speaking about mind, earth and universe which areconflicting and clashingly reflecting to him. The two brilliant theories ofphysics- ‘Special Relativity’ and ‘Quantum Physics’ are not compatible to a
    • larger extent. Therefore Jack is playing in the universe of dual characters.However, in a way, he is very rational in the way he describes:And speculation is a dangerous pastimeSo I dream in the dayAnd at night, watch the earth riseHere he is a positive poet in order to refute the pessimistic trend of the post-modern world. He seems not to belong to the poets who think only ofpessimism, which they believe to boost their writing by adding immense depth.Several of his poems are different from the core nature of his previous work.He enjoys playing with rhymes based on his own imagination. So lucidly heplayed with his syncing tone:I am the xThe hexThe universe’s reflexThe portion “Terms of Use” of his poetry book may sound unnecessary to somereaders who believe in copyrights strongly. He allows everyone to modify andregenerate his poems freely to produce new pieces; he is in favour of sharinghis poems without considering a financial deal.The poet is in love with beauty, regardless of duality and irrationally. All stylesand techniques of writing poetry inspire readers to grip what the poetunconsciously says in his poems. His words pour from his unconscious mind,the substance between the lines unknown to him, released by the dark part ofhimself. Therefore, readers are invited to unravel Jack’s innermost, secretpoetic Tour De Force.Shahidul K K Shuvra is a poet and critic, living in Bangladesh. He canbe reached at shahidul_shuvra@yahoo.co.uk
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    • Jack/Xij Oughton is an anomaly in the guise of a person, churning outpoetry with all the mechanical precision and industrial detachment of aprinter malfunctioning. Using dark, chimeric internet powers, he has setup a website in an attempt to expose his music, writings and art to theunsuspecting and generally disinterested world. Go and be one of thefirst to see it: www.xijindustries.comComments, critique, feedback, want to hurl abuse at me?Do it: www.xijindustries.com www.youtube.com/user/xijindustriesPoetry by Jack OughtonBook design by Cat Neligan www.catillest.com71