24; CRESCENDO & CRASH!
•April 23, 2022 • Leave a CommentCRESCENDO & CRASH
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My Generation’s Passing;
A Seasonal Phenomena,
an Occasion like
the ebb & flow of tides.
At first, only a few fell,
like the tentative initial tap-dance
of raindrops on the roof, those
hesitant heralds announcing
the approaching Storm.
The Sky darkens, the cloud bellies
scrape the tips & tops
of flagpoles, weathervanes & towers.
The precipitation increases steadily.
Faster & faster
falls the downpour all around me,
on the roof the rain’s pattering
becomes an incessant drumming,
climbs to a Crescendo,
like Orchestra kettle drums pounding furiously
to the accompaniment of the
lightning flash/smashing of cymbals.
Builds to the Big Finish.
Crescendo & Crash.
Beethoven, I’m sure, would approve.
The few Survivors (like ancient revenants
stumbling out from cob-webbed crypts and caves)
rub their eyes and stare amazed
at a World washed clean
and born anew, made ready
for the next Generation.
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In the trees the Parrots chatter
and screech, feeding
on the blossoms that have burst open,
swollen with the Life giving rain.
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The Reverend Hellfire, Practised performance Poet,
Ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism,
Acting President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity Inc.,..
The Once & Future King.
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25; THE THINg ABOUT AQUARIUMS
•April 9, 2022 • Leave a CommentFrom the Reverends forthcoming book, “Human Aquarium”
The Thing About Aquariums
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That’s the thing about Aquariums; They’re not Real.
They are Manufactured Constructs, and though the inhabitants may seem comfortable enough as they drift through the illuminated, artificial grottoes, as though this were their Natural Habitat, in truth these vast edifices of concrete & glass are only made habitable by the strictest control of the environmental parameters, (air, light, temperature, water, food, waste disposal, et al) and constant maintenance. All of this involves considerable cost and effort on the part of the Aquariums’ Owner/s. Someone somewhere has to be really committed to a project like the construction and maintenance of an Aquarium. In this context, the Motivating factor is generally Money.
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Indeed, taking a step back for a wider perspective and considering the Aquarium as a Concept., be it a couple of Goldfish in the living room or the vast Human Aquarium of a Shopping Mall, for an Aquarium to actually exist it requires an entire System of interlocking industries to construct and support them. Industries with people making the glass and steel, transporting the Aquariums specimens, electricity for the filter pumps and heaters and the Aquarium lights illuminating the sunken pirate ship, food for the inhabitants, a way of getting clean water so they don’t turn belly up with giardia, salmonella or some ghastly fish disease, fin rot and so forth. You get the idea.
Such an extensive & complex supporting superstructure can only be the product of a wealthy, sophisticated Civilization, without which no Aquarium could exist.
Indeed throughout History the Wealthy Classes of many an ancient Civilization have cultivated Pleasure Gardens with extensive and exotically stocked ponds or tanks as a way to display their Wealth and Taste.
The Vikings, on the other hand, had no Aquariums at all.
But the Romans in particular took to Aquaculture in a big way.
Yes, back in Ancient Rome it was Height of Fashion! All the Smart Set amongst the Upper Classes- decadent Aristocrats, political Schemers, retired Generals, ambitious Plutocrats, Upper Class Whores & so forth- had a taste for collecting & keeping exotic sea-creatures in enclosures to impress their Friends.
They even took to building special “Water Gardens” attached to their Luxury Summer Villas down at the Bay of Capri, where they went when the weather grew hot. There they’d create nautical themed grottoes for entertaining, surrounded by statues of sea gods & nymphs and at the guest’s feet, ponds & tanks made out of good, waterproof Roman Concrete, that were stocked with rare and costly creatures from the Depths.
It was one of their ways of ostentatiously displaying wealth & demonstrating power, because, as noted previously, maintaining an Aquarium requires considerable cost and effort from the Owner. For the Romans, owning a fancy water feature meant bearing the costs of getting the Tradies in to pour the concrete & lay the pipes, teams of slaves to change the water & clean the enclosures, paying off dodgy Wild Life Suppliers, the endless cost of fish-food . Specialist Jewellers to adorn the Lampreys with diamonds and the eels with gold.. Suffice to say it all adds up.
So if you could show that you could afford such a Display
you were showing High Society that you were a Player too.
They could be quite competitive about it too, those old Romans, as the following historical anecdote illustrates.
The famous Roman General Pompey the Great himself had built an expensively extensive Water Garden for “Entertaining” and so of course his great political & military rival, the conquering hero General Lucullus had to have bigger one.
Lucullus had come back fabulously wealthy after campaigning in the Eastern Provinces and had immediately built the most enormous Mansion that Rome had ever seen (up to that point anyway) and adorned it with an even larger Water Garden than Pompey’s! Later at auction the mansion was valued at 5 Million Drachma, a hefty sum, even in those days.. That was bad enough for Pompey’s ego but Lucullus had an even greater humiliation planned for the Great One!
Ancient Gossip Columnists tell us that Lucullus stocked one of the ponds with with enormous eels, that were ostentatiously adorned with gold rings through their gills. Furthermore he apparently named the biggest, fattest eel in the pond “Pompey” and used to enjoy feeding it with his own hands.
The eel became so tame in time that he could call it’s name and it would come swimming up to be fed and let him tickle it’s chin, a show Lucullus loved to put on for his guests, knowing full well that the human Pompey would get to hear of it the next day and grind his teeth in impotant anger..
Of course Romans being Romans they often went too far.
The archetypal story in this regard is that of the cruel Aquarium Owner, the wealthy aristocrat Ventidius.
One night at one of his fabulous Feasts, Ventidius ordered that a slave who had displeased him should be fed to his prized, pet Lampreys both as Punishment and as an Entertainment for the Guests between courses. Now Lampreys are these horrible, primitive, brainless brutes with mouths like suction caps lined with teeth. The Slaves crime was breaking an expensive cup.
But it happened that amongst the guests Ventidius was no doubt hoping to impress that night, was the Emperor Augustus.
Delighted by this chance to demonstrate his enlightened Humanism, August ordered all the cups gathered and broken, the slave released and freed and Ventidius himself was exiled to a desert island- condemned to a sort of Reverse Aquarium, I guess you could say.
Of course Augustus liked a good Gladiatorial Show himself, the old Hypocrite, and used to complain heartily if the fighters showed any reluctance to get stuck in and get themselves killed. He also had no problems during his rise to power, of ordering the executions of hundreds (if not thousands) when it suited his purpose and had no qualms about condemning troublesome family members to a lingering exile on lonesome islands.
The ‘Enlightened Humanism’ of the Emperors, like the Aquariums, was for display purposes only
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Be that as it may, to be taken seriously these days every James-Bond-Action-Movie style Villain must have a big glass feature wall in their Lair to pose menacingly in front of, whilst behind the glass a big tank full of sharks prowl restlessly, awaiting their next screaming victim.
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The Reverend Hellfire..
He’s still got it, baby.
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26; Working for the Government!
•April 2, 2022 • Leave a CommentWORKING FOR THE GOVERNMENT
Spend all day just working for them
Wasting all those hours of your
Life when you should be engaged in
Things that really needed doing,
Work & Play that’s not degrading,
Our Social Lives they need upgrading
From Consumer Roles assigned us,
From the Social Lies that blind us,
Freed from this Consumer Hell
but instead we find ourselves
Working for the Government!
Working for the Government!
Working for the Bosses,
the State and the Companies,
For Profits not for you or me!
All those hours on the treadmill,
Travel, Work, Sleep, all a Standtill
Of our basic human needs
Replaced by mindless Insect Greed!
Told that we should buy home comforts,
Treasure our “Security”,
These Illusions help to chain us
to a blank Conformity!
Dream a way out of this Hell,
but instead we find ourselves,
Working for the Government!
Working for the Government!
Working for the Bosses,
the State and the Companies,
For Profits not for you or me!
Unemployment has it’s uses
In our ‘democratic’ state
Gives the work-slaves easy targets
For their resentment and hate
Gives the dolees just enough
To dull them into apathy
Then they will perform their function
As cogs in society
It’s a soft upholstered hell
Where we have no soul to sell
Working for the government
Working for the government
Working for the bosses,
the state and the companies
Profits not for you and me!
For profits not for you and me!
For profits not for you and me!
From the 1984 Tapeloops ep “Fire in Heaven”
Now available as download or streaming from BANDCAMP at;
https://reverendhellfirethetapeloops.bandcamp.com/
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27; GET GO WORLD!
•March 26, 2022 • Leave a CommentGET GO WORLD!
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It’s a Rat Race World,
it’s a fast paced World,
it’s a Cut & Thrust,
Cut & Paste
Cut-Throat World.
And Everybody knows,
You shut-up or you go,
in this upright,
uptight
Up Youself Show.
Cos it’s a Make HasteWorld,
an In-Your-Face World,
It’s a tight-laced,
Know your Place,
Master Race World.
And Everybody knows,
you shut up or you blow,
in this White Bread,
Corn Fed,
Born & Bred Show.
Cos it’s a Hard Case World,
a Without-a-Trace World,
it’s a Hopeless Case,
Report to Base,
What a Waste World.
And Everybody knows,
you Shut up or you go,
in this Black & White,
“Quite Right!”
So Polite Show.
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The Reverend Hellfire was a Practised Performance Poet, President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity Inc., & an Ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism back in the Before Time.
Now, who knows?
Welcome to the New Normal.
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28; Spammy Scammy? Thank You Maammy!
•March 13, 2022 • Leave a CommentFloods, Pestilence, Personal Tragedy, Mechanical Failures, System Rot, Poverty, War & Other Minor Inconveniences have prevented Sunday Sermons from being posted for many weeks.. did anyone actually notice? No matter, the Reverend is back with this classic escapist Sermon..
Spam Scam? Thank You Ma’am!
“Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
Wonderful Spam!” –Monty Pythons flying Circus
I must confess that lately I’ve
become a connoisseur of Spam.
Not the mutant meat by-product, but
the e-mail kind of thing,
proliferating like toadstools after a storm
sprouting in rich profusion of the Internets rotten trunk,
and bottom feeding Scammers
that seek out your gullibility & Greed
with their prehensile lies
then try
and pull some dodgy sort of scam
that parts you from your Identity
and/or
your Money.
Yes, good old Spam mail,
that cultural cholesterol clogging the net.
(One day there’ll be so much at once we’ll
have a cyber stroke.)
Most of the Scams course are depressingly dull
and show no sense of Imagination.
(Yawn! Either I’ve won the Irish Sweepstakes
or my bank wants me to confirm
my pin number yet again. Does
anyone at all believe this shit?)
Where’s the sense of Magic & Wonder?
No, I like the ones that show signs
of a Weird Creativity to their Scamming
with maybe a hint of humour
in their Delivery.
Fantastic claims! Unlikely and complex scenarios!
That’s what I want!
Give me cyber-scams
where Unimagined Worlds come unexpectedly
swarming into view.
Like when they offered me a share
of Saddam Hussein’s buried gold!
Or the time they told me I had a controlling option
in an international diamond smuggling Operation.
AH! How their offers set my mind afire
with untold possibilities!
Now, I know it’s only encouraging them,
but sometimes I like to write back,
inspired to spout my own line of Fantasies.
I like to let them think I’m interested
in their dubious proposal while
trying to convince them of the reality
of my own bizarre claims.
On this basis,
I once became engaged to a Nubian Princess,
for about two and a half weeks.
(There were some ‘political problems’ to be sorted out
but then She’d inherit her father’s throne
and we could settle down
to a long & prosperous reign),
Alas! Negotiations broke down
in a welter of confusion & bad feeling,
but while it lasted my Life was aglow
with day-dreams of Adventure
& Romance.
I cut a picture of some fearsome tribal girl
out of an old National Geographic Magazine
and put it in my wallet.
so then I could walk around showing people
a picture of “my affianced.”
(When they displayed doubt I just
produced print-outs of selected emails. I
loved to see the uncertainty
dancing in their eyes,
as they wondered whether
to believe my outrageous lies.)
Other times I like to write back and point out
the Spammers’ spelling errors and
various grammatic flaws,
or the little inconsistencies of logic
that marred their Presentation.
I’d patiently explain why their ludicrous proposals
didn’t work for me,
and suggest ways they could improve their pitch.
Sadly, none have ever paid or thanked me
for beta-testing their product.
Indeed, mostly they don’t write back at all
so I’m not even sure if they take my advice
or use my twisted stories for their scams.
Ah! What an amazing rush it would be
to be spammed by one of my own preposterous Routines!
To know that my Creation
was existing out there in the cyber world,
independent as a virus,
enriching lives around the globe.
You’d feel like a parent feels watching their child
take its first few tottering steps,
or as proud as God must have felt
when They saw humans had learned to procreate.
So Yes! Go forth and multiply!
Enrich dull lives with fantastic imaginings!
And if lonely pensioners in caravan parks
give you their life savings,
who’s to say they’re not getting their money’s worth?
Let them Dream a little of what will never be.
Who am I to criticise? After all
you didn’t ask them to be gullible.
Oh wait..
you did.
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From out of the Past comes a Vinyl Blast!
Out Now on Bandcamp!
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The Reverend Hellfire..
..generally AWOL
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29; Monday Sunday sermon; Holiday
•January 24, 2022 • Leave a CommentThe Reverend is taking his annual Sabbatical.
Never mind, there’s a cartoon and ten years worth of Sermons in the Archives,
so why don’t you have a look thru the Historical Records.
Be back next week
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The Reverend Hellfire is..
currently not here.
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30; TOAST
•January 9, 2022 • Leave a CommentTOAST
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Eating Marmalade and Toast
to the sound of starving children crying
and screaming on the radio/ Just
another Famine far-away,
and not a damn thing
I can do about it anyway,
except Witness..
& Mourn../ take
notes for poems
no-one will want to read.
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Isn’t Technology wonderful?
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As Masters of Marketing we cunningly released our latest single on Xmas Eve when we could be sure that everyone was too preoccupied to notice. We followed up by failing to mention it’s very existence to the general public until the following year.
Now, in a belated gesture towards becoming more accessible, we here helpfully provide a link to the various platforms where you can actually listen to it. Hopefully we won’t jeopardize our Street Credibility by doing so. Click, Enjoy, and play it loud for the neighbours!
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- The Reverend Hellfire is a practised Performance Poet,
- Secretary of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity Inc., Instigator and Orator of the Tapeloops
- and an Ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism.
- Got a problem with that?
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31; I AM THE MAN WHO WASN’T THERE!
•January 2, 2022 • Leave a Comment
I AM THE MAN
WHO WASN’T THERE
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Looks down
Looks away
Never smiles
Or says “Good-day”!
Never Looks you
in the Eye
Unless you catch Him
By surprise!
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(There He goes again!)
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Ladies & Gentlemen presenting;
The Man who wasn’t there!
Vanished! Into thin air!
Like He’s not even there!
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Acts as though
He’s better than
the sort of Person
that I am!
Acts as though
His shit don’t stink
Or something else
like that I think!
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(There he goes again!)
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I don’t know what
the Problem is
or why He gets
in such a Tizz (?!)
But now there’s nothing
left to do
Except pretend
He’s not there too..
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(There He goes again,,
fading away..
into thin.. air..)
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“IATMWWT”
ORIGIN STORY
(as related by the Reverend Hellfire)
“This poem/song was inspired by a complete prick of a neighbour, who used to harass us in a hundred little nasty, spiteful ways. In response we’d play this song every rehearsal, with the windows open and the speakers cranked up pointing his direction. Eventually he cracked, sold his house and moved a couple of streets away.
Last we heard, he was complaining that his new neighbours hated him already!”
“If it achieves nothing else,” smiles the Rev,” at least this song drove out the Dickhead who inspired it.”
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The Reverend Hellfire is a practised Performance Poet,
and an Ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism,
amongst other dubious pursuits too numerous to enumerate.
Their name is Legion.
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32; Musings on the Past & the Aesthetics of Decay
•December 20, 2021 • Leave a CommentMUSINGS ON THE PAST;
THE AESTHETICS OF DECAY
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Ah the Aesthetic of Decay!
In my Youth I was it’s Devotee,
and savoured the rank, gamey flavour,
so redolent of the Residue of Romance.
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Born in a colonial outpost on a tidal river
in my youth I was still at the stage
where seediness & inner-city squalor
seemed romantic/
for a boy from where the suburbs
meet the bush/
smoking a joint
on a back-alley fire-escape
behind a Tibetan restaurant
had the gritty tinge of the Exotic,
and back then the grittier the better
as far as I was concerned.
Besides, my appreciation of crumbling decay
dovetailed nicely with another growing obsession,
Old Things.
Alas, it was a taste
poorly served where I grew up!
In a Town of Tin & Timber,
Rust & Termites
took the place of History.
What little of the Past
survived the Climate
was devoured by Progress,
& sacrificed on the altar of Growth.
Only the occasional Monument,
when not in the way of the bulldozers,
was allowed to survive;
an old windmill, for example,
where they used to hang black fellas..
a couple of antique cannon
down at the rivers mouth
in case the Russian Navy ever got lost..
The Baroque/Italianate Folly of a City Hall,
that keeps trying to sink down into the swamp
they built it on., but generally speaking
Sentimentality was trumped by Progress
and became just another layer of sediment.
An instructive case in how they regard the Past
in my hometown is the Monument marking the
first landing place of European Settlers/Invaders.
Found not so long ago to be in the way of Progress,
the sandstone shrine was accordingly quietly moved
down the river bank a few hundred metres.
Surprisingly perhaps, the move was noticed
and people objected to the unhistorical
placement at the new location.
Things alas became even more complicated
when further research suggested
that the original landing was almost certainly
some kilometers further upriver
and that the monument had only been erected
where it was in the first place by a prominent local author
keen to win an academic argument
and annoy his rivals.
Conjecture flew/ but No-one really knew
and fewer cared;
“What does it matter anyway?!”
So once again the Past slopped away.
In primary school the History Book
disposed of the first 40,000 years in half a page.
You got the feeling
they weren’t telling you something.
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Later on we found out what that was.
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