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GEOFF FOX - During 4 years in Indonesia (1996 - 2000) I developed the habit of writing poems in response to asmaulhusna, a series of 99 names for God; each name draws attention to a different feature of The Divine. It is said that one who memorises the names will automatically qualify for heaven. In each poem the name in its invocatory form is the title; it should not be assumed that the poem is about the name; the poem is located somewhere in a train of thought that began with that name. Al Badi, the 95th name, is the creator of previously non-existent things.
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GEOFF FOX
Ya Badi

 

(invoking The Innovator)
 
                                          
                                 Big Daddy 
                              over us
                      we try to bring you down
                  with take away homes
          & fast fuck love.
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NANCY HAIDUCK
The Fat Lady Sings

I'm knocking and mocking and shocking you pink
I'm Blotting Your Name with Indelible Ink
Then I'm taking you for a ride
I'm tapping you out and strapping you into the chair
I'm melting you into thin air
I'm tightening your belt, I'm pocketing your pride
I'm tanning your hide to the seamy side
I'm putting you on the shelf for shame
I'm tabling you and labeling you “To Blame”
I'm pulling your rank and making you walk the plank
I'm stripping and tripping and nipping you in the bud
I'm hauling you over the coals, I'm sweeping you under the rug
I'm dusting you off and dumping you on the heap
I'm silencing your peep
I'm leading you down the primrose path
I'm sending you up the river
I'm bleeding and reading you out of the will
I'm grinding you into grist for the mill
I'm blowing you away
I'm doing you in, I'm throwing you out
I'm dressing you down, I'm driving you up the wall  
I'm heading you for a fall on deaf ears
I'm shifting your gears
I'm smashing you to smithereens
I'm dashing your hopes and all of your dreams
I'm ticking you off the list and sticking you in a rut
I'm splitting and spilling your gut
I'm bending your mind, I'm wasting your time, 
I'm squeezing you dry, I'm casting your die, 
I'm hiding a fly in your ointment
I'm whacking you out of the park for a lark
I'm whipping you into a froth, I'm salting your wound
I'm cooling your heels, denying appeals
I'm flogging and dogging you cogging your wheels
I'm dealing you out of the deck, I'm peeling you off the roll
I'm racking your brain, I'm ending your game
I'm beating you to the punchline, past all recall
I'm twisting you in the wind and kissing you off
You're wearing your smile, going out in style
Sweet sensation, cessation, I'm a vixen, a tart
You're neutered, untutored, not at all bright
I'm free of you now, a class action woman
Dearly departing, you perishable thought,
Going, going for certain, drawing the curtain 
I'm changing your tune and cutting your long story short
 
Bright bereavement, 
Oblivious obsession
Hope you've learned your lesson
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