GO SCRATCH YOURSELF Or, Know what you Mean when you · 2012. 11. 5. · Ab sit omen Die dog, or...
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GO SCRATCH YOURSELF Or, Know what you Mean when you In Union Street we mean to say… Go Scratch Yourself! It's not off the ground you licked it! Jack is as good as his master Far suck of the sauce bottle Is that it? I'm here all week, try the fish! Ab sit omen Die dog, or shite the license London is a theme park and I can't afford the rides! She's got tabanca! Money isn't everything but everything costs money! You can't stand still Shakespeare! No second pinch! Chi va piano, va sa no e va lontano Fainlights! Not cool but cool! He's having trouble with his bacon Yolo! Keep it maxi-large Don''t let the bed-bugs bits, if they bite - bite back Altar Schwede! Take me to bed and lose me forever! Lang may your lum reech Long may your chimney smoke Same same, but different Don't be fresh with me! In Molly's room, behind the wallpaper! Mind Mary's legs, and don't pick your pineapple! Phone it in Everyone gets an electric shock, I get a shock from an oil lamp! I'm not as green as I'm cabbage like Naach na jaane aangan tedha Naach na jaane aangan tedha Cruel Pigeon And where he dances the pigeons also dance Everyone gets an electric shock, I get a shock from an oil lamp! The open sign But... still that man is dancing and blaming the square for not being square! She walks past our kiosk. Wooden spikes flare over the weight of sand. She turns to read our words. Go Scratch Yourself! Do you understand us love? We meant to say… Clouds will gather above us, sheep or fish even, soft streaks over painted words. Watch them fade What we meant to say was - Is that it? A decaying pub sign ululate! and here, like everyday since we first came, we sit and chat and say what we are truly confident you will understand Today, sun burns my back, but they are in shadow, there, in that hoarded garden, they're silent. No translation is necessary – you scratched the dancing man! Chi va piano, va sa no e va lontano A small plant on the top of the roof Boing! Group poem curated by – Anna Robinson, with writing from : Mo Gallaccio, Fawzia Kane, Torange Khonsari, Andreas Lang, Ava Lang, Andrew Lindsey, Mathilde Martinetti, Deirdre McGale, Anna Robinson, Priyanka Shah, Abi Thomson, Tamar Yoseloff, - aided and abetted by the people of Flat Iron Square! I'm not as green as I'm cabbage like pink tables folded against the lamp post me And where I dance the pigeons also dance Don''t let the bed-bugs bits, if they bite - bite back Boatfield. NIK.Sam Red rose like the buses – but how did he write that – up there? 4.54 p.m. Behind The locked green gate A world of mottled light And a dandelion stands guard Outside No mystery allowed here Altar Schwede! William Morris and Co with young man driving off in a hurry Wunderbar He is itchy! Die dog, or shite the license Crumbling wall Mornin' A fresh one! A knowwhatyoumean one! Phone it in - a graffitti strewn brick wall. Defibrillate! find it – behind, behind, behind Molly’s wallpaper, behind the green gate, the bus 2.30 The Place Flat Iron Square Girl on a crutch hirplin' Geranium coloured buses Pass by He's having trouble with his bacon the man unlocking the door with his bike. Teddy! like Newgate’s knocker – no drawers, no red hat, no nuffink!
Transcript of GO SCRATCH YOURSELF Or, Know what you Mean when you · 2012. 11. 5. · Ab sit omen Die dog, or...
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GO SCRATCH YOURSELFOr, Know what you Mean when you
In Union Street we mean to say…Go Scratch Yourself!
It's not off the ground you licked it!Jack is as good as his masterFar suck of the sauce bottle
Is that it?I'm here all week, try the fish!
Ab sit omenDie dog, or shite the license
London is a theme park and I can't afford the rides!
She's got tabanca!Money isn't everything but everything
costs money!You can't stand still
Shakespeare! No second pinch!Chi va piano, va sa no e va lontano
Fainlights!Not cool but cool!
He's having trouble with his baconYolo!
Keep it maxi-largeDon''t let the bed-bugs bits, if they bite -
bite backAltar Schwede!
Take me to bed and lose me forever!Lang may your lum reech
Long may your chimney smokeSame same, but differentDon't be fresh with me!
In Molly's room, behind the wallpaper!Mind Mary's legs,
and don't pick your pineapple!Phone it in
Everyone gets an electric shock, I get a shock from an oil lamp!
I'm not as green as I'm cabbage likeNaach na jaane aangan tedha
Naach na jaane aangan tedhaCruel
PigeonAnd where he dances the pigeons also
dance
Everyone gets an electric shock, I get a shock from an oil lamp!
The open signBut...
still that man is dancing and blaming the square for not being square!
She walkspast our kiosk.
Wooden spikes flare overthe weight of sand. She turns to read
our words.Go Scratch Yourself! Do you understand
us love? We meant to say…Clouds will
gather aboveus, sheep or fish even,
soft streaks over painted words. Watchthem fade
What we meant to say was - Is that it?
A decaying pub signululate!
and here, like everyday since we first came, we sit and chat and say what we are truly confident you will understand
Today,sun burns my back,
but they are in shadow,there, in that hoarded garden, they're
silent.No translation is necessary – you
scratched the dancing man!Chi va piano, va sa no e va lontanoA small plant on the top of the roof
Boing!
Group poem curated by – Anna Robinson, with writing from : Mo Gallaccio, Fawzia Kane, Torange Khonsari, Andreas Lang,
Ava Lang, Andrew Lindsey, Mathilde Martinetti, Deirdre McGale, Anna
Robinson, Priyanka Shah, Abi Thomson, Tamar Yoseloff, - aided and abetted by
the people of Flat Iron Square!
I'm not as green as I'm cabbage likepink tables folded against the lamp post
meAnd where I dance the pigeons also
danceDon''t let the bed-bugs bits, if they bite -
bite backBoatfield. NIK.Sam
Red roselike the buses – but how did he write that
– up there?4.54 p.m.
BehindThe locked green gate
A world of mottled lightAnd a dandelion stands guard
OutsideNo mystery allowed here
Altar Schwede!William Morris and Co with young man
driving off in a hurryWunderbarHe is itchy!
Die dog, or shite the licenseCrumbling wall
Mornin'A fresh one! A knowwhatyoumean one!
Phone it in -a graffitti strewn brick wall.
Defibrillate!find it – behind, behind, behind Molly’s
wallpaper, behind the green gate, the bus2.30
The PlaceFlat Iron Square
Girl on a crutch hirplin'Geranium coloured buses
Pass byHe's having trouble with his bacon
the man unlocking the door with his bike.Teddy!
like Newgate’s knocker – no drawers, no red hat, no nuffink!
