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!! THE DAMNED TORPEDO: Foo Fighting Speed A'Hades !!...........IIIIII>
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"under a full moon, the only thing made clear is the smoke."

"Quis Custodiat Custodiae?"
"Who Monitors the Monitors?"
"The people who Monitor the Monitors are the people."


The City of Sydney Council sees fit to censor Allpoetry.com from access at their Library Computers. The reason, I was given to understand, was that "the Councillors of the City of Sydney do not wish to lay themselves open to charges of supporting paedophilia".

The fact is, I can access the content via their computers, but not add material. Thus, they are making a grotesque assumption, as well as taking an anti-cultural stance.

Be that largely as it may, my poetry but intermittently sings on this site, until come the Night when, invoking under my Lady Nuit's Stars, I unlock the Bars of Hell, and arrange properly priced internet access outside the current boundaries of the test bed of governmental censorship. Regardless, I Damn the Torpedoes.

Hope you're All Going Swimmingly, e'en as I Aussie Crawl.

of the Eternal One,
Master Anarchy, c.September 2008 Era Vulgaris.
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"Anarchy": from the Ancient Greek, when cities were ruled by Archons:
"an": not; denial of necessity for.
"archon": ruler, chief, rectum.
Go Figure.
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Dylan Thomas,"Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night".

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learned, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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[Unthanx to Unpopular Undemand...autobigographical info...Voila!!!]

"Ja, Ja, Ja; Na, Na, Na; Bla, Bla, Bla; Ra Ra Ra:" - to paraphrase Jospeh Beuys.

And if you're really serious, read of my critiques etc. (I'm not here to write my biography:I'm here to do poetry)^.

{Read&Repeat for the duration of a Month of Sundays, or until satisfied}.
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INTROIT BRAGGADACIO:
That I Call
My Self That
Means Not That
"I Am",
But Rather That
"We Should."

CAVEAT DU NOMME DA PLUME: An alternate AP Name of mine: "Maingie Luupi-n-ine". I leave it to others to make the link.

CAVEAT DA VAMPYRRY et DU VAMPIREE,
ex The Vampyre Thubbaalon:
And if it be one finds one's self identity within the Vampiric Tradition, it means not that ye be somewhat special. It may be that ye be somewhat specious. But further of such here we speak not; yea, Here We Speak Not. [qv. The Groups "The Undead Poets Society", "Vampyre Haven", "Vampyre Voodoo Veritas", et alia of which I speak not at all: the first mentioned is open to all (& Mastered by No Man); the latter twain require applications]( For the time being said Groups exist not here.)

CAVEAT EMPTOR: ("Buyer Beware".) My critques may strike some as hard; I can but hope they be not taken for harsh. Refinement through reflection and response is certainly one's intention: I learn from critiques, given and received, as much as from the writing and reading, let alone the speaking, of poetry.

CAVEAT CODICIL: Further, my critiques are intended not so much to encourage rewrites, or Blockages in the allpoetry system ( ), but to enjoin further meditation on the nature of i: subject matter, a secondary consideration for me to ... ii: the marriage of subject matter with ... iii: poetic formulation and peregrination preparatory to Muse's (sic) Stoop.

CAVEAT MAGIKCALL: I am an Astral Traveller of old, an accomplished Mystic and Magician, and Enlightened in this lifetime, Illuminate in many another.

CAVEAT EXEMPTOR: The poems here are but a small fraction - maybe 5%, maybe less - of the pieces this author has penned in the last tri-year or so. He apologises for any lacuna in thought or bodies of work in advance therefore.

Master Anarchy
aka
The Magus ApaiedA,
Shu Tuf Net 318,
of Ordo Aegis Aeternae Argo (the "A.A.A."),
Elder & Seldom Senior of the ApaiedA Vudu Culture.
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