"The FUCK poem!"
FUCK dogs
FUCK cats
FUCK birds
FUCK fish
FUCK trees
FUCK the beach
FUCK your nature strip
FUCK your homes and gardens
FUCK your 4 wheel drive
FUCK your sports ute
FUCK your BMW
FUCK your vintage rolls
FUCK your Vincent black lightning
FUCK your 38 ford v8 chopper
FUCK your laws and orders
FUCK your jails and mental institutions
FUCK your terrorist paranoia
FUCK your rich fat inflated new age self-lovin’ paraphernalia
FUCK self-avoiding finger-pointing victim thrust
FUCK yr dirty looks
FUCK your dirty minds
FUCK your finger lickin bubblin-under suppressed paedophilia
FUCK the stupid flag
FUCK nostalgia
FUCK Australia
FUCK your bank accounts
FUCK credit extensions
FUCK your hypertension
FUCK your gold card wine rack
FUCK you right up the crack between your stupefied day job and your late night porno movie wank
FUCK your mortgage
FUCK your semi-legal drugs
FUCK meth ice crack smack
FUCK your feel good pills
FUCK your crucifixion bloodlust
FUCK yr endless paranoia about drug busts
FUCK yr clothing that just about covers up your monstrous self-loathing
FUCK yr beliefs
FUCK your god
FUCK trust
FUCK lust
FUCK madness
FUCK sadness
FUCK the rich and
FUCK the poor
FUCK your illness
FUCK your secret lies
FUCK compassion
FUCK your mission
FUCK aggression
FUCK your permission to fill in what’s missin with 50 fucking fucks
FUCK circumcision
FUCK seduction
FUCK rape
FUCK sodomy
Fuck FUCK
FUCK old people
FUCK kids
FUCK racism
FUCK political correctives
FUCK shock jocks with tiny fuckin cocks
FUCK life
FUCK your wife
FUCK the world
FUCK your girl
FUCK you yeah FUCK you yeah FUCK you
FUCK poetry
FUCK this venue
FUCK Byron Bay
FUCK the councillors
FUCK the mayor
FUCK pussy whipped employees everywhere
FUCK everything not included here
FUCK this poem
FUCK never saying FUCK
Fuck EVERYTHING I say
And if you don’t agree
Well…..
FUCK ME
(Daevid Allen)
FUCK dogs
FUCK cats
FUCK birds
FUCK fish
FUCK trees
FUCK the beach
FUCK your nature strip
FUCK your homes and gardens
FUCK your 4 wheel drive
FUCK your sports ute
FUCK your BMW
FUCK your vintage rolls
FUCK your Vincent black lightning
FUCK your 38 ford v8 chopper
FUCK your laws and orders
FUCK your jails and mental institutions
FUCK your terrorist paranoia
FUCK your rich fat inflated new age self-lovin’ paraphernalia
FUCK self-avoiding finger-pointing victim thrust
FUCK yr dirty looks
FUCK your dirty minds
FUCK your finger lickin bubblin-under suppressed paedophilia
FUCK the stupid flag
FUCK nostalgia
FUCK Australia
FUCK your bank accounts
FUCK credit extensions
FUCK your hypertension
FUCK your gold card wine rack
FUCK you right up the crack between your stupefied day job and your late night porno movie wank
FUCK your mortgage
FUCK your semi-legal drugs
FUCK meth ice crack smack
FUCK your feel good pills
FUCK your crucifixion bloodlust
FUCK yr endless paranoia about drug busts
FUCK yr clothing that just about covers up your monstrous self-loathing
FUCK yr beliefs
FUCK your god
FUCK trust
FUCK lust
FUCK madness
FUCK sadness
FUCK the rich and
FUCK the poor
FUCK your illness
FUCK your secret lies
FUCK compassion
FUCK your mission
FUCK aggression
FUCK your permission to fill in what’s missin with 50 fucking fucks
FUCK circumcision
FUCK seduction
FUCK rape
FUCK sodomy
Fuck FUCK
FUCK old people
FUCK kids
FUCK racism
FUCK political correctives
FUCK shock jocks with tiny fuckin cocks
FUCK life
FUCK your wife
FUCK the world
FUCK your girl
FUCK you yeah FUCK you yeah FUCK you
FUCK poetry
FUCK this venue
FUCK Byron Bay
FUCK the councillors
FUCK the mayor
FUCK pussy whipped employees everywhere
FUCK everything not included here
FUCK this poem
FUCK never saying FUCK
Fuck EVERYTHING I say
And if you don’t agree
Well…..
FUCK ME
(Daevid Allen)
"Greetings friends!
In response to widespread enquiries I have attached the curious story of Stefanie and I being thrown out of the Woodford Folk Festival in the good old boy Australian state of Queensland at the end of 2008 for unrestrained POETIC use of that universal magick word affectionately known as FUCK.
Apparently it is OK that people of all persuasions use FUCK in all walks of life EXCEPT in a poetic, humorous or imaginative literary performance. Such is life in the deep north of the sixth most retrograde, over regulated and childishly obedient nation in the world. If you imagine that, in Australia, at an apparently alternative folk festival, the festival organisers might have some idea of the popularity and breadth of modern performance poetry and its use of multi media in 2008.
Given that I was partly responsible (see Machine Poets with William Burroughs) for the pioneering of multi media poetry performance in Paris and London ICA in 1962 and in fact represented Australia with the same show at the Paris Biennale of 1967, my treatment by Woodford Festival poetry organiser Shirley Friend seems just a trifle over the top. But then, as you see here, they wouldn't want to know about all that. They only seem to know about BUSH poetry and maybe also a little bit of SLAM poetry might be allowed....So welcome to modern Queensland alternative culture my friends. But dont you worry about that. There are plenty of pumpkin scones!
Love and pataphysical belly laughs,
daevid"
In response to widespread enquiries I have attached the curious story of Stefanie and I being thrown out of the Woodford Folk Festival in the good old boy Australian state of Queensland at the end of 2008 for unrestrained POETIC use of that universal magick word affectionately known as FUCK.
Apparently it is OK that people of all persuasions use FUCK in all walks of life EXCEPT in a poetic, humorous or imaginative literary performance. Such is life in the deep north of the sixth most retrograde, over regulated and childishly obedient nation in the world. If you imagine that, in Australia, at an apparently alternative folk festival, the festival organisers might have some idea of the popularity and breadth of modern performance poetry and its use of multi media in 2008.
Given that I was partly responsible (see Machine Poets with William Burroughs) for the pioneering of multi media poetry performance in Paris and London ICA in 1962 and in fact represented Australia with the same show at the Paris Biennale of 1967, my treatment by Woodford Festival poetry organiser Shirley Friend seems just a trifle over the top. But then, as you see here, they wouldn't want to know about all that. They only seem to know about BUSH poetry and maybe also a little bit of SLAM poetry might be allowed....So welcome to modern Queensland alternative culture my friends. But dont you worry about that. There are plenty of pumpkin scones!
Love and pataphysical belly laughs,
daevid"