Being Beta

Exercises in the higher banter with One of 26. Elsewhere called 'poet of adland'. By a whipple-squeezer. Find out why being beta is the new alpha: betarish at googlemail dot com

Monday, August 07, 2017

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What, no board games?


Hell OS update my old friend

The process is the process is the dear lord we’re doing this voting thing again?

Call it come back

Words – trickier blighters than you think

What if the universe is made of elastic?

Let it go, get it back

is strong and stable like an IKEA table

Hurry up Mercury

is efficient in his inefficiency

Trickster holds the centre

is already ducking the flak

Quick, call The One Show! The body politic ails again

is a Lord of Light

Where did Spring go?

There were some ideas here, once

is the Google Doc of your dreams

Oh travel, thy sting is much

Register!

Not that it means much, but I am thinking of dancing as rebellion, hedonism as a way of grief, and how we must nurse our candles. We may flicker but we shall not go out. Because there will be joy again, one day. And we will dance together

Is it summer? Can we call it?

Oh, you want something that isn’t on the brief by yesterday?

has been USB shanghai’d

Imagine if the meme was multiplication

Has everyone bunked off?

When pride is too wide to fit the room

And the realm unravels a little more

The need for Squalorship

Plot, plan, plot, plan

Heat
à hair-triggers

Sometimes, the surface is all that matters

The itchy nervousness of not having work email on the phone

is in search of utopia again

The edgy nervousness of everyone else is putting me on edge

Sharp sharp! The week the week!

Bubbles are power

The ideas, the desire… now just waiting for the time to show up

The network is working in nets

it’s blue in London; not a French blue, but it’ll do

My kingdom for a hamburger

The storm doesn’t clear the sky

Zero sum art doesn’t add up

is minimal, viable

Heavy legs

Ti amo

is higgling and bargaining

Do you remember?

Whither my lists?

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Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Listorama: Facebook status updates vol 46

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I’m here; just sleeping after my walk in to the office

Franchise me

January spawns a monster


thinks he’s done pushing water uphill


The phrase has gone


is lacking a hat today


needs to wield the pen again


…nope, nothing to go here…


The process is the process


Ah the days when caffeine won’t remotely be enough


is genuinely genuine


The edge is sharp


Pen into battle again


is releasing balloons


Fevers are rubbish


Meeting and plotting with Nathalie Teitler is the best tonic when you’ve been ill


Well, the walk to the office from the station was a bit tiring


Happy Day of Ventricle Martyrs!


The sleep is strong with this one


The phrase will come


PROOFS EEEK!


is failing to be elegant


Shall we begin?


And then the ghosts left


is waiting for the contacts and the privilege


is wondering whether he has the right envelope


Squid goals: tentacles of fun


WARNING: phrase bank empty


Start > run > validation


Why aren’t odd numbers uneven numbers?


To battle to save an idea, again


Frag / ments


Circumstances have moved on


is about to get thrown under the bus again


I was reading ‘Wittgenstein’s Mistress’ on a silent staircase, and the world started roaring in my ears


If no one can find you, no one can miss you


The weather withers whatever


Back at the desk with a bump


reboot, rewrite


Acquis no more


is on frequent seas only I can hear


is prepping for one of those weeks


has outrage to spare, if you have a topic to froth about


would like it to be a grasshopper day


is making no grand claims


is waiting for the tiler (not a euphemism)


needs to be himself


You conference, I call



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Friday, January 06, 2017

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C’mon, did you put liberalism behind the sofa? Can’t find it anywhere

Let slip the kittens of poetry!

is debunked

And then time, it must have it’s tithe

This morning a flat white saved my life

is querulous

has been walking in the rain just to get wet on purpose

And then the start came again

will be waiting with a trident and a pint of prawns

Pop went my back; oh how my heart sank

And time has slipped its leash again

Are we talking about the battle of Agincourt?

The nation demands I make a gesture at this time

is a fabulous confabulist

is all the Xs, all the Os

is contemplatin’

And in your dreams did you see this?

The road to A50 just got more twisty

What’s huge if true? An elephant lie detector

Combat the wombat

is liberal with liberality

Look look look Like like like

is rolling, rocking, almost falling over

is more sneeze than person

Caffeine beating sleep; in other news crash predicted around 2pm

To the wedding!

is false space

is winning at spatio-temporal sports

and there will be dancing in the light

Thank you all for the birthday wishes – you’ve all been most kind

is transformative like a cape

Once again, the year reaches its end with its foot on the accelerator

I am the gold of the black sun

Into the valley of tissue meetings I go

dot dash dot dash

My brain would like you to know it is functioning on all of the caffeine and none of the sleep

is level 5 on the iPhone storage management game

Oh what a Monday-ish Monday

is seeking the end of the mountain

I appear to have lost the ability to comb my hair

One more deadline

Merry Christmas ya filthy animals

has cooked eggs royale and carbonara today, and now will be asleep if you need him

I have a cat on my lap, a glass of Nyetimber and a book of poetry. 2016 ends well indeed. Happy New Year y’all

Someone left the office air con on ‘chill’ over the holidays

January – meh made real

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Friday, October 07, 2016

National Poetry Day 2016: BBC Local Poets

Yesterday was the second busiest day of the year for poets (the first is, of course, Valentine's Day). I played my own small part, by being a wee cog in the wonderful Local Poets project that the BBC organised for the day. 40 poets matched to their respect BBC local radio station gave voice to an object that represented the area.

You can hear my tribute to London's Underground map, and I was on BBC Radio London in the evening talking about it (from 2h 51m).

I also popped up on BBC Asian Network to read another poem (from 2h 46m).

And you can hear all the other local poems here.

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Tuesday, October 04, 2016

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Day 4 of the Great National Unravelling, and that smell in the air is that of singed fur as the Elite Reverse Ferret begins!

Oh cold lonely rock in the sea

On for plans

Today’s narrative features resignation as commonplace jeopardy

woke up with an overwhelming desire to catalogue everything

Forms and plans, plans and forms

has run out of runes to read and sooths to say

A faff is as good as a rest

Pokemon never started

would like to be apricating

shook a tailfeather, and it fell off

Sun transit gloria

has the summer cold blues

Too much looking, not enough seeing

is doing the deck shoe squelch

is on the infinite list

is off to be a visionary again


Oh summer where art thou?


is working on the Master Plan, Part Deux


is putting donks on it


I am falling over myself to be balanced


In The Time of Harmony: The Golden Age Is Not In The Past, It Is In The Future


recommends chicken wings for pudding


is forever for ever


is all the glorious trivialities


is dipping for victory


is all the stories that will ever be told


is casting pines before swirls


Hello desk, my old friend


is squeezing the last pips of summer


The glance is all


ooh, proper back to school weather


supposes one has to


The beat goes on, elsewhere


is a tendency


is late, is early, is intense


And the bold, what do they do next?


tiltin’ wiltin’


Data data everywhere and far too much to think


is an unwilling victim of the supposed mercy of systems


is an engine of progress, wheezing slightly on the hard shoulder


is the story next to the story


is a member of The Obvious Club


If the centre cannot hold, why is my stomach growing?


Wanted – only good words today


is an outrider


is on a smackdown crackdown


is having a dalliance with tiredness

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