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Rupert Loydell :: Six poems


DECISION JUMP

I have a decision variable through sweetheart deals, am silently planning a minimalist launch. Moments happen at the end; we live in personal anticipation, minute by minute. It all comes down to preparation, all comes down to who can do it first. We are almost always willing to help get the house ready in time.

Please hold me accountable, control the time, control the flow of your execution. What is your flow of execution? What is your main extracurricular activity? What are rate matrix and output-feedback controller ripple effects? Leverage your professional network by pacing and clapping and chanting across the project.

Live in a playhouse in the clouds, slide down the rainbow to see the good in the world and be grateful. Jumping to a conclusion is not making a decision, since knowledge is endless and constantly changing. Transition toward a rational reason for a joyful life after corporate revival.

Looks like I've got the ideal location, a twelve-mile long wooden trestle spanning the deepest part of the lake. I've always been someone who is ready for change: it's the easiest way to get what you want without having to go without. Life is not an isolated event, there are signs that need to be decoded.




SHAREMARKET INVESTING FOR THE SMASHED AVOCADO GENERATION

Much has happened since I put some thoughts together, tons of functional analysis and there was a fault with the car when we returned. It is all about finding the sweet spot on the see-saw where we balance authority and control with the skill of establishing positive relationships.

The atmosphere ensures responding is related to the relevant motivation, will serve as an ever-growing online memorial to the brave individuals who served as a source of inner strength and self-knowledge. In an increasing chaotic world, early intervention for addictive behaviour is still the most amazing gift.

We build things others can't. Brain rot is not caused by a fungus, but an algae with therapeutic properties. Police are searching for a suspect, their report lays out plans for bioinformatic and computational approaches that enable data analyses and facilitates the re-installation of a larger head and flat washer.

Thinking is shooting for the moon, everything that matters without self-congratulatory back-patting tedium. We are pushing the boundaries of what's possible and don't take no for an answer. Adaptive behaviour scales help measure and balance texture: there is so much methodology that can be exploited.





A PHENOMENON SELDOM MENTIONED

The place isn't large, but is where countless existences rush through doors to other parts of the universe. What you probably don't think of is an unmarked exit and a flight of rickety stairs.

The world's largest cave has its own weather with underground clouds. Think about it when you are looking in the mirror before a shower and remember the soundtrack. Life is designed to be interactive, educational and fun.

There is nothing behind geometry, we must understand our world through seeking its edges. Collateral damage is disheartening. What's another way of thinking about war? The dark inner part of the moon's shadow.

There has been a shift in religion from focusing on what happens in the next life to asking does anyone have an opinion? At times it seems no-one is quite sure. Faith is an ebb and flow of natural energies that is seldom mentioned; flux is a process of growth and evolution.




UNEASY RIDER

I am stronger than steel and more elastic than rubber bands, have an internal spring bar to prevent my brain from twisting. It's funny to think about, because we choose our own destiny, even the ones who seem as if they are having an awesome time.

It's not sad or weird, it's normal. It's just like wow, wow, wow! I am so excited and have difficulty focusing, feel nostalgic for familiar things like depression and anxiety, would like to report a combination of abandoned buildings, electronic-free zones, multigenerational community and meaningful daily rituals.

When I sleep, I am plagued by nightmares, frantically running down hallways chased by darkness, encountering puzzles and clues. Wave goodbye to your comfort zone, it is a normal part of the process. Attempt to distance oneself from producers of knowledge.

I am trying to find a reason for living, am an uneasy rider on the edge of self-awareness. We all have to abide by certain rules in public, all know tracks can disappear without trace in the shifting minds of others. Not only have I done the most thinking but my heart seems to know where I belong.



THE SCATTERED FLOCK

The events of this revolution take place in interesting times, although it might be more useful if we didn't live in the middle of nowhere. I'd like to move further away from civilisation, but it can sometimes be a bit of a pain in the arse.

I hope you can manage an appropriate tone and sort it out? It's too pretentious and technical; I want to get back to that primal sound. My increasing appeal is due to a dogged adherence to my own unique musical world: zero strategy and ridiculous downtime.

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Acid contempt was supposed to be an anonymous project, an outlet for my interest in psychedelia which would enjoy an entirely separate life to my own solo enterprises, but some idiot gave the game away early on. I feel like an ogre on a crack comedown.

Sorry for the lack of colour in these updates. I may be the boy who lived but I kinda rushed because I wasn't expecting to have to do so much explaining. It is through understanding the elements in an intuitive way that you'll be able to customise your future.



IN THE CORNER

I thought it best to approach the transcendent religiousity of my favourite album played live without the original vocalist, after a drink or two. I can sing along with every word, and sometimes I even know what the lyrics might mean, but I have to admit in the cold light of day that that is as far as it goes.

You could say it is hippy nonsense, but that still seems preferable to the egotistical snapshot culture that surrounds me. The bar is full of people taking pictures of themselves, ignoring each other in favour of their phones. I can't pretend to understand, just as they – I'm sure – will not understand why I am writing this in the corner.




Rupert Loydell is Senior Lecturer in the School of Writing and Journalism at Falmouth University, a writer, editor and abstract artist. He has many books of poetry in print, including Dear Mary, The Return of the Man Who Has Everything, Wildlife and Ballads of the Alone, all published by Shearsman, and Talking Shadows from Red Ceilings. Shearsman also published Encouraging Signs, a book of essays, articles and interviews. He has also authored many collaborative works, several with Daniel Y. Harris; and edited Smartarse and co-edited Yesterday’s Music Today for Knives Forks & Spoons Press, From Hepworth’s Garden Out: poems about painters and St. Ives for Shearsman, and Troubles Swapped for Something Fresh: manifestos and unmanifestos for Salt. His critical writing has appeared in Punk & Post-Punk, Journal of Writing and Creative Practice, New Writing, English, Text, Axon, Musicology Research, Revenant and Journal of Visual Art Practice, and he also co-authored a chapter in Brian Eno. Oblique Music (Bloomsbury, 2016) and in a forthcoming volume about Twin peaks: The Return.

 

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