I come from The Age of Enlightenment. A time of restless inquiry & rational rejection of ignorance & taboo. So I know not what to make of this foul slur. My application to run a stall on Broadway Market this Saturday has been rejected! Out of hand! By the 2 erstwhile Kray twins:
James Ó Nuanáin, 32, compares Broadway Market to Ridley Road Market: “I think it’s more like Ridley than any other market [in Hackney], but a little bit posher, so it doesn’t compete with Ridley. It’s a little bit more expensive but a similar sort of thing – you’ve got clothes and you’ve got food.” When asked if local people use the market, Ó Nuanáin says, “Well – locally living people … we’ve got cheap fruit and veg, and there are plenty of deals on the market but it is perceived as the Marks and Spencers…”"…Rather than Morrisons,” says Alistair Maddox, 23.
I should have known it, East-end gangsters barrow boys always in the enders preach zero tolerance. Cos @ the eastenders of the day geez, it's all about family innit? I should have known that just because I get my weekend purely medicinal tincture from 'Rocky' outside the Cat & Mutton every Saturday, that does not mean that E8 is ready for really radical Libertarian Entrepreneurship! Oh no! Here's the note I found stuffed through my aperture this afternoon after I'd imbibed an eel @ Cookes. My daily surrogate Leopold Bloom kidney - The eel kicks in presaging epiphany...Oh Gerty, I love yr limp...Oh let me take my limp cock out &...the eel squirming on the rocks, the waves of Regents Canal crashing...and in a corner of the lock-keepers house a woman with 1 leg only the size of a babies, shuffles, carefully hitching up her stays & adjusting her gossamer stockings...
There are many young solvent, solvent abusing parents in E8 now who grew up listening to Michael Jackson, humming 'Everyone's gone up the moon' & reading Alice getting swallowed up by the Red Queen, who have money to burn and no aesthetic taste whatsoever. I just wanted to run a fun kiddies novelty stall, retailing 101% organick & wholesome children's pole-dancing kits. Augmented with children's lacy lingerie, push-up bra's & 9 inch solar powered Rabbit vibrators for under 16's. Something for the weekend, Benny Hill, Carry On, Confessions of a Thimblerigger, saucy postcards, Brian Rix, Stephen Milligan - Just an end of the Beckham Wharf, millennium, 2012, Olympic, sporty range of infanto-erotica! Great for getting to grips with obesity! And an edu-porno aid, helping to impart the often excruciatingly embarrassing parental explanation of the birds and the bees under Late Capitalism!
- Soon dear child.....You want to now how soon my sweet? Not for a long long time! Don't worry my child, you are 13 now & you have so much time...the birds and the bees won't be gone until you have got the key of the door...You've never been 21 before! Ha! Just think, if you have any concept of language, mimesis, love, tolerance by then, keep practicing stacking those placcy-cups! And I'd just tap your knee every so often & see if it responds! Grow your fingernails for scrabbling & like conkers dip them in vinegar. In fact dip your whole body in vinegar, twice a day to be sure, the gig is you need to be as tough as old boots. And a bit like Bruce Lee or David Blaine able to endure, but this won't be an illusion, god no, start sleeping on a bed of nails! Although I presume there will some vestiges of ideology & power still - a kind of postmodern Dark-Age, End of History - try & trick your metabolism somehow into getting your 5 portions a day from darkness...You'll be in my place then - a proud, probably a ticcing, spasmodic, uncoordinated - try & check out Merce Cunnigham wriggling about to John Cage...'Dancing with a dolly with a hole in her stocking, her knees keep on knocking, with a hole in her stocking, her knees keep on knocking etc - disorientated -'Where are we going? I don't know! When will we be there? I'm not certain, all i know is I am on my way!' - parent, blushing all over 24/7 101%! Either that or depending on various variables, angle of collision, stuff about the black sun
[Go and have a look at this . I do. I gaze, sometimes for over a minute at a time! I know it sounds crazy to you...Pardon?...Who am I?...I'm your dad...Where was I...Sorry? You don't know where I am...Ok...alright dear child let me talk, you just vegetate nuclear-digitally on stand-by...The black sun. It haunts me. It's the only whiff...What's a whiff?...Well whiff is a slang word for smell my child...What's a smell?....Just let me continue & I'll take that question next...Please now, Ssh!...Of matter & motion, not instrumental consummation, I get nowa-FOX©-days*...you by then my child may be - but be is a complex matter for philosophical, moral & ethical debate that the greatest thinkers have deliberated over, but it's 99.999% inevitable, that the closest intellectual pursuit to those heady head-heights when you are a parent, if your lucky will be... I-spy/Eye-spy.
- I, I-spy/Eye-spy with my CCTV of an eye...... Nothing..... beginning with...........Nothing!......Oh shit! I've done it again! Sorry! Over & over & over again...Where was I? Or if you're really lucky then Sudoku may survive! We all love puzzles! And you can be any age & stack!
A pink-eyed albino, a blind & paralysed Hamm, whispering into the knee-gill of yr osmotic, a placebo. Who will grow up & want to be a gazebo!
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But dear child of mine, I can tell you this - What you don't know won't kill you...
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The Halley's Comet Pole Dancing kit™, includes an extendable pole, frilly garter, and DVD to demonstrate sexy dance moves. It also features Broadway Market fake money (The Hackney £™)-dubbed Cat & Mutton Dance Dollars™, to reward budding private dancers.
But now my live/lab/loft/mews is surrounded by a angry mob of 30-something, freelance, mortgaged up to the prostrate, superannuated, Pro-Amnesics™, bored out of their tiny...they're tiny...what? I can't remember...! Whatever, I'm a gonna! They're so into Killer App mode they think I'm Gary Glitter! They need a life/work executive life-coaching app to survive! They're a WYSIWYG flashmob! Like the Santamob™ @ Xmas. Augusto Boal please speak up now via your lush greying locks! They are persuaded it's an advert for a mobile phone company and they might get a half day's freelance rimming. They loiter on the self same street corner, every day waiting to be plucked from obscurity...
- I'm Edmond Halley you fools! Don't you know who I am?
What?.....What? Can this really be 2010? The baying mob are shouting back at me!
- You can Stick your Comet up your Arse Halley! Fuck off before we fire you into outer space!
Those bastards @ Broadway Market have ruined me! I blame Sir Michael Wilshaw! Always blame Wilshaw! But, a little bit like ex-Hackney Downs scholar, Maurice Micklewhite AKA Harry Brown - "Citizen turns vigilante against thugs!".
Like Hegel, in need of turning opposite via - the identity of identity and difference, that like cannot be exchanged for like: how the determinations of reflection identity, variety and opposition pass over into contradiction. The differing concepts of equivalence as between formal logic on the one hand, and dialectics on the other. Mathematics defines an equivalence relation as one having reflexivity (A = A), symmetry (if A = B then B = A) and transitivity (if A = B & B = C then A = C). Let us look at each formal-logical component of equivalence in turn. (It must be said however, that ‘=’ is the kernel of dialectics in mathematics, and a full study of its nature would require a comprehensive study of dialectics.) Reflexivity: The Law of Identity, A= A. Outside the context of the definition of the symbol, =, this law is a useless tautology which leads nowhere – except in so far as ‘A on the left’ is not the same, but the opposite of ‘A on the right.’ That is, the meaning of the law is the identity of opposites – the statement that every single concept contains two opposite sides. In the formal-logical interpretation that everything is equal to itself, it is either a barren and useless statement leading nowhere, if taken abstractly, or, if applied concretely, wrong and one-sided, since A also not = A. (source) - then the right way round :
Citizen turns vigilante against thugs!
