The Word is out. Again. For about the 3rd Time...

The Seventh Quarry, Issue 16 arrived recently. And in it, near the end, like Revelations is The Word. Another poem in another magazine. The poem also appears in Harbinger: The Medium and Message, authored by yours truly, the #wordsmith. For the most part, I believe what you say has power. It just depends on the wielder. and that's what that poem's all about. As John 1:1 put it:

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

Sum up,
Desperately trying. Whenever you can.

Harbinger: the Medium and the Message on SlickFlick

The #HarbingerWarbringer brings you iPhone users more power in your hands. All the animations that appear in the ebook of poems "Harbinger: The Medium and the Message" written by yours truly has been made into e-comic form so you can see the narrative in its entirety for the first time for free. Just go to iTunes, download the 'SlickFlick' app, and search for 'Harbinger: the Medium and the Message' and get to the fun reading. Basically it's revolution and uprising in a nutshell. Non iPhone users! See it below:

 

 Enjoy, Upstarts!

 Sum up,
"Now comes the final great fight"

"Power B" in Weyfarers Magazine

Where have you all been? If you've kept your ear the main vein of the streets, you would know war is coming. Civil war. For reasons we continually ignore, including police brutality and institutional racism. Power B was a poem I wrote in my second year in uni., detailing my experience with a pig. No premise to search me and in the end, the same vile male officer that put his hands on me tried to impersonate his inspector over the phone to squash the matter when my mother called on my behalf to complain... the Police Inspector in Maidstone, we found out later, was a woman, not a man. How relevant seeing the Draconian Warlord Gunrunner and his minions want to deploy barely diluted Ghadaffi-tactics by bringing in water hoses and rubber bullets. I'm gonna stop there cause if I continue, I know I'm going to start to have a bout of turrets with 'Cameron', 'Clegg', 'ConDem' and 'pig' interjections.

Enough hogwash, Power B is in the Weyfarers Mag. 111, a poem that also features in my first published ebook of poems: Harbinger: the Medium and the Message. Didn't know I had a book out... check me out on facebook... have a look on the various social sites Harbinger is on in the side bar. Join, like, follow, curse.... whatever you like. Also will be posting an animation clip that appears in the ebook itself on the Facebook group page and Facebook Harbinger Page... and Twitter. Yeah, Harbinger is on Twitter too.

Sum up,
Never follow man's law

Tyger, Tyger Burning Blunts

Throwback moment. At the risk of showing you an ugly piece of my soul that would make you shudder and cringe away from me, got a few poems published in Fire No. 32, received it months a while back.

Only now I took it up. And I realised, a lot of English poems are either thinly veiled sex acts or denotative prose broken into stanzas. Well, the anthology itself is a bit underground, but I guess thats the only way to go really. Who the hell in England would publish them anyways? My name is Dulani, I'm a Jamaican speaking about the Afrikan Diaspora. Now if my name was John Worthington talking about Meadows with reference to William Blake Blossoms and Sylvia Plath's failed suicide attempts, I'd be f***ing famous. Like imitation burberry in Maidstone. Come to think of it, most of my poems were writtien on the train while travelling to university in Maidstone. That is why they are 99.5% depressing. Travelling to hell all willy nilly. Hope the images are clear. Too lazy to scan and crop. Read then leave your comments/curses.

Got some images/sketches from Red Man, keyframes and such. Show you guys tomorrow. Got me a frigging Bamboo Graphics Tablet. About time. About to get into another project, some guys that like great things done in a week so they can enter a festival ... we'll see. Plus ended doing title/credit sequences for Sweet. Remi's finishing that up this week. Plus gearing up for a meeting with the Taylor dude, green light on the mv's. My (Grand) Aunt's here from Florida, and she brought a rahtid mango, big as me bloodfire head. You know you're home sick when eat a mango and close your eyes and have a flashback. England and your inhospitable weather/people. Other than that, I'm not busy.

Plus Inception got the gears turning and I am putting together a script looking at the power of the mind, albeit to forget. And thanks to Cameron's ConDem Party, I am doing it without permits. (extends middle finger to all the politicians [oh, and  read the poem "Politician"]).

Sum up,
"Down Under Lies A Newer Intensity"
"Acronyms Can Rely On Numbers Yielding Myriads- Serious[ly deep]."