Collage: Dress For The Moment

In casual distant memory box
On top of sand dunes cluttered
Viewing metal porpoises rusting
In calm sea dancing
To aquatic underwater symphonies
Swirling Wurlitzer blows bubbles
Drifting galleons down supper hastily
Inside out ribbons of fancy
Trailing against soft pink handshake
Cut into sections side pockets
Dowsed with petals silver showers
Enveloping her slow smoke bellows
Raising onwards to ageing rafters
Oiled torso twisting delicate
Drapes of silken blue tender
Inside neon red signs of adulation
Collecting teardrops in a tea cup
Without spilling the buried temptation
All rise
Dressed in shining golden armour
All rise
Dressed in tight leather tourniquet
All rise
Dressed in slim suit soft tailored
All rise
Dressed in white gown alter scurry
All rise
And wet embrace
Your invisible friend
Whilst slowly
Entwined with barbed wire
And casually
Spoon fed dripping honey
Yet always
With everlasting freedom
Dressing
For the moment


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Collage by Heston Quiff

Cut-up writing by Spartacus Mole

Collage: All Back To Mine

Raise your concrete glass
With paper trail in closet
Gangrene yourself a new personality
Strip down cold war jackets
Raise purple ruffles to the moon
Spray scent into your eyes brown widening
Call out names blue turbo
Wood shaving bags in corner wet shade
All back to mine
For a custard tart replay
And rum truffle fondling
Without the happy medium
Of being in the end contented
Draped in sunflower knitted scarf
Long length to red knees
keeping warm your knocking knee caps
All back to mine
All back to mine
For a finger of fudge
And a half time giggle resistor
All back to mine
All back to mine


Yet again a huge thanks to INK House Studios collaborator Spartacus Mole for taking the time to construct these cut-up words to go with my piece of collage artwork. The collage is 50 cms x 50 cms, and is available via the deviant art link on our website along with many other pieces of artwork.

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Abstract Collage by Heston Quiff

Cut-up words by Spartacus Mole

Collage: Free Time Must Be Used Productively

Collecting dust in a rain cap
Without Archibald crouching shadows
Smiling like an orange Nuclear flower
Entering silver goblets carefully
Brazen whip cracks tidy
Living in a bucket lonely
If only the cryptic bunnies could dance
Wet squelching feet
Rome red polished door
Solid green laughter
Watching the tartan bombay numb squad
Amidst metal tins and psychedelic bins
Play with transistor lottery nests
Molten beats drip
Rectangular chocolate eye flutters
As time floats past
Astride bronze chariot wheelbarrow
Our time so free
We must use it wisely
Our time so free
With a productive conductor
Of elemental traffic cone mountains
Transmitting
Intermittently
Free time
Must be used
Productively


The above collage is 100cms x 70cms, and the cut-up words that accompany it were very kindly constructed yet again by Spartacus Mole.

All of the INK House Studios artwork can be found by visiting our website and clicking on the deviant art link.

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Abstract collage by Heston Quiff

Cut-up words by Spartacus Mole

Collage: You Have Time

Artificial fragments combust
Two coins rusty till burnt orange
A scattering of audible applause
Individual hand cuffs for the dejected
Thinking with pink visions
Steel door closes in a flash
Clanking with buckets crashing
Into a ceramic pond
Littered with frozen fish
Caught in suspended animation
Looking for a clean breath
Not dust bound
Without sky mites crawling
Over damp naked
Bodies of last years stories
And yet it still remains
In Country cold splintered
That with knee bones knocking
And finger nails chewed red
We still have time
To flatten our egos
With a loose tear in thimble
And a virtual mind no barricades
Remembering without fear
Or haunting cloaked figurines
That we will always
Have  
Time


The above collage is 100cms x 100cms.

Many thanks to Spartacus Mole for very kindly putting together the cut-up words that go together with the above abstract collage.

All artwork is available to buy from deviant art, and this link can be found via our website.


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Abstract collage by Heston Quiff

Cut-up words by Spartacus Mole

It's Like Happiness In A Can

Amongst the Disneyland distractions
Of giant mice
Spluttering ducks
And mind controlled
Puppets

Amongst the sordid hotels
With naked females
Leather whips
And lines of powdered
Ecstasy

Amongst the pepper bombed towns
With twisted shrapnel
spent shells
And children carrying
Loaded guns

Lives a hidden demon
Feeding from us
Each
And everyday
Living off our souls
And pushing us
Into the darkest
Of hidden
Corners
In the hope
We will never find
Happiness
In a can


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Written by Spartacus Mole

Collage by Heston Quiff

The fabric of our own existence

As we wander aimlessly
In a self obsessed
Mind trance
Paying more attention
To the state
Of our hair
And the condition of our skin
Than to the suffering
Of our brothers
And sisters
We slowly widen the gaps
Between the fabric
Of our own existence
Drawing us ever closer
To the brink
Of an infinite
Reality
Of self induced
Nightmares


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Collage by Arnie Canoe

Written by Spartacus Mole

Doing The Rotten Rounds

"Don't worry about the natives"

The destruction of all that is wonderful
For a ghastly barrel
Of black gold
Carpet bomb yourself a new personality
Napalm victory into your palms sweaty and wet
And watch
As acrid
Dense
Scorching cordite clouds
Drift over charred bodies
With no movement
And no signs
Of weeping
Gathering up your commodities
Like a fat gluttonous child
You spit dummies onto roaring fires
Engulfing a recently flattened village
Filled to the brim
With the jewels of the earth
And as the blood red sun
Is obscured
By serpents
Spewing the clouds of your cruelty
The wagon of greed
Slowly starts to trundle away
Followed closely
By soulless
Agents of doom
Wandering like sheep
With no shepherd to be seen
Yet enjoying bloodlust cravings
In cold
Dark
Tortured
Internal
Lament



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Written by Spartacus Mole

Collage by Heston Quiff

Cut-up fragment from 'George and Mildred in space'



The dissections of a cut-up universe

The above piece of cut-up writing was constructed on an old New York typewriter some years ago now, and is a tiny fragment of a much larger piece of work. The larger piece is a rather surreal journey through space, but through the eyes of ageing comedy stars from the seventies 'George and Mildred'. On this journey they encounter a race of giant flip flops, killer space kittens, astro dust smugglers, and massive imploding spaceships made of atomic jelly. The smaller fragment that has been taken from this has been cut-up and used for the above piece.

As for the image this is actually quite a recent addition to the piece, and was yet again provided by Arnie Canoe.

I have produced an enormous amount of cut-up work using my New York typewriter, and these along with all of my cut-up songs, prose, poetry, and other writings can be seen by subscribing to Instant Nowhere Korporations website at www.instantnowhere.com



Cut-up writing by Spartacus Mole

Image by Arnie Canoe

Modified Chaney's Slaughter Appendix

Cut-Up and Sausages

The above cut-up piece of writing is a combination of two separate pieces of work from the files of Roland Barnacles 'News Just In' body of work.

I have spliced the two pieces together in a way that is meant to reflect the angular way that Roland writes, and puts together his work.

'News Just In' is a ridiculous, surreal, and at times pointless collection of fake news reports,  put together and reported exactly as any real news report would do. The two pieces of Roland's work I have chosen are 'Lon Chaney's Gibbering Appendix', and 'Genetically Modified Slaughter'. Both are equally as ludicrous and therefore work really well together.

As for the choice of image to obscure the text ever so slightly, this was chosen by Arnie Canoe simply because he really likes sausages even more than a dog does.


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Cut-up by Spartacus Mole

Written work supplied by Roland Barnacle

Image chosen by Arnie Canoe (had to put this otherwise he would have sulked)










 

Therapy sincerity

Therapy sincerity
Leaves me in need of an oxygen mask
Oh therapy
Sincerity

Therapy sincerity
Makes me roll nauseous sideways
Oh therapy
Sincerity

Therapy sincerity
Goads me to a distant padded cell
Oh therapy
Sincerity

Therapy sincerity
Turns my mind into piles of dust
Oh therapy
Sincerity

I just can't seem to handle
All the pressure that's thrown at me
Your Western sincerity
Leaves me in need of some therapy

My dreams are now broken
From the barrage of your bullshit
Your western sincerity
Leaves me pleading for therapy

Therapy
Therapy
Your Western sincerity
Therapy
Therapy
Your western sincerity
Therapy
Therapy
Your western sincerity
Therapy
Therapy
Your Therapy sincerity


This song was written in the summer of 2004 whilst under huge pressure at work.

It forms part of a collection of songs that revolve around the pressures of a capitalist driven workplace, society, and culture.


To view all of the songs in this collection, or to view any of the other musical outputs from the musicians at INK Ltd visit our website at www.instantnowhere.moonfruit.com
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By Spartacus Mole

Red mucous membranes

Red mucous membranes with the heavy sweet sweat of red mucous and limp nausea on colliding with silver hair flying torrid seven Tuesdays substance clinging cling clinging substance substance torrential rain engulf sycamore rangers astride large metal camels equipped with rubber wands and severed heads and eyes gouged yet tasty carrying carriers encasing encasing clinging cling a ling clinging substance on tightrope rolling on  thick cock cloud of zinc zebra bottled in schlock horror tastic horror ovens all gilded with cotton context and contacts sprawling limp cobra Verde venom with wet flippers a flip flip flipping to a slow rumble Tuesdays rambling over red mucous and red and mucous membranes membranes alive and well in tangled hell fire snot brigade with herds full to bursting with red and tasty astronaut in van dango queen crown all flatulent in gravy boat disaster as a cloud kicked up by stampeding horses uncovers the true extent of life's red mucous mucous red and mucous sting and flashy red mucous membranes


Derek sighed gently
As he slowly pissed his pants
It was great to feel free
To feel liberated
To feel free from restrictions
And to feel free from the endless yawn of catatonia
Derek sighed once more
Pulled his soaking wet pants down
Then farted violently
In the direction of his aquarium
And in the direction of his pet octopus
The seismic flatulence startled Derek's octopus
Causing it to spray ink from out of the aquarium
And directly into Derek's smiling face
Just like it always did
Day
After day
After day


The above cut-up writing was dissected, and rearranged during the summer of 2002.

The entire piece that this particular cut-up has been taken from is considerably longer than what you see above, but is far more surreal as opposed to repetitious, angular, and surreal.

At the foot of the page is a section from a comic strip that I have written many episodes for called 'Derek and the Octopus', and it has been my good fortune to have met up with a great illustrator called Charlie Cornflake who has very kindly put images to my story boards, of which they will all soon be available on INK Ltd's website.


Written by Spartacus Mole

Man who sleep worked all day

Man who sleep worked all day
Man with sleep in his eyes and brain
He stands comatosed by work
Comatosed by boredom
Comatosed by lack of stimulus
And comatosed by his very own existence

Man who sleep worked all day
Man with sleep in his eyes and brain
His eyes itch red tiredness
Brain flickers feverishly
Whilst he is pushed into corners
And squashed into the ground naked

Man who sleep worked all day
Man with sleep in his eyes and brain
He is numb from the brain down
Limp and ragged mind exhaustion
Frozen in a heartless shell
And shattered with an industrial wheel

The man
Who sleep worked
All day
He is pushed
And pulled
In many ways

The man
Who sleep worked
All day
He is squeezed
And dragged
In many ways

The man
Who sleep worked
All day
He is undervalued
An underpaid
Everyday

The man
Who sleep worked
All day
He is trapped in a corner
A corner with fractured glass
On the floor
The window frames
Are rough
And full of splinters
His existence
Is for others
To decide


This song was written in 2004 when I was seriously under pressure at work, and feeling like all my efforts were pointless, and in no way appreciated by the owners of the Company.

The song title is a play on the phrase 'Sleep walking' which is instead substituted, because that's how it felt at the time, with 'Sleep working'.

So many people have to deal with, and go through these kinds of situations on a daily basis, and it is those very people who tirelessly carry on, who I feel are the real backbone this country has propping it up, but at the same time getting no better thought of.



By Spartacus Mole

Tempting sanity

Tempting sanity
Worn like a glove
Tempting sanity
In the bedroom
Tempting sanity
We are so in love
Tempting sanity
The Raven and the Dove

My hood and cape is never on right
Even with the purifying of Randal
A loose Cow
A rubber wand
An intravenous razor
All taking aim at the rich boys

Tempting sanity
Death is a cheat
Tempting sanity
Life is content
Tempting sanity
Winter to blow ice
Tempting sanity
disrupt your lament

The planks redefine everything
In light of all that has passed
A stray dog
A plastic fork
An umbrella scalpel
All aiming high at the rich boys

Should I jump passport
Too a loveless isle
By slowly tempting sanity

Will I be lonesome
In a woven cage
By slowly tempting sanity

From needles and pins
Should I feel glory
By slowly tempting sanity

The blood red sky
Is raining over me
By slowly tempting sanity


The above song was written in 2003 and is part of a selection of songs that form a set of musical material all with inter weaving themes such as sanity, temptation, isolation, and freedom.

A mix of surreal lyrics and a tiny amount of cut-up add to the feel of tempting a persons sanity within the song.


By Spartacus Mole

Multiple Hilda

My old multiple Hilda tended to her rusty robot chickens by dowsing them in leg irons and starting a riot which at 2.30am on a Sunday morning was fairly extreme as most people especially Betty turban always washed her robot chickens in thistles first rendering them like pissed and lethal to the extent of allowing all of the wealth of Bolivia to emanate from their torrid little cyber bellies which choked them to a giddy ole state of not knowing who had feathered them or who had just lamped them straight across the kisser putting them into a hole of soil and woeful discontent the likes of which has not been seen since Armand Von Kelp chose his bride by Otter wrestling ten king size Otters in the space of four days way back in the canyons of black sugarsville 1966


As the fragments of glass scattered  across the floor
Like tiny pieces of ice discomfort
A frail faced boy slowly appeared at the jagged hole in the window

There was a pause..

The T.V. blared out at full volume a repeat of Worzel Gummidge into the room
Seismic flatulence trumped out in F sharp minor
Then stirring from out of the cloud of yellow arse gas
Worzel Gummidge noise box blarings
And broken glass scatterings
Stood up a delicate figure of a woman
Dressed in a veil of nothingness
And holding something red and round in her pale petite hand

"Is this your cricket ball" She said softly

The frail faced boy looked nervously and said "Yes it is..sorry about your window..can I have my ball back please"

There was a lengthy pause...

The woman lit a cigarette and puffed seductively

Smiled gently

Then in a flash threw the ball square at the frail boys face
CRACK!!!
The impact knocked the boys eyes out of his head and into a small rose bush in the garden

There was a final pause

Cigarette smoke filled the room acrid and grey
The delicate woman
Dressed in a veil of nothingness
Slowly sat back down in her favourite chair
Scratched her bare arse briefly
Trumped loudly in E flat Major
And continued to watch the repeat of Worzel Gummidge
At an extreme ear splitting volume


This mix of cut-up and surreal prose goes back to early 1999.

It was created in much the same way as my other cut-up writings, but with a more subtle approach ready for the surrealist prose at the end.

By Spartacus Mole

Kung Fu poodles dressed in blue raincoats

It all makes perfect sense

This piece of cut-up writing was constructed on a New York type writer much in the same way as the previous pieces I have posted.

This time however I have overlayed two pieces of the same cut-up writing so the join can be seen before it is re-typed to it's finished state (Nothing is ever really finished).

The picture was again Arnie Canoe's idea and apparently it is of an American Gameshow host from the 60's (Not sure who). The picture seemed to go well with the piece as it look's like he is saying something about the writing he is standing in front of.

The lower piece of cut-up writing with the picture is the original piece, and only the top section is to be re-typed again. When this is done it will then be overlayed with the bottom section that includes the picture to create something entirely different.


Written by Spartacus Mole

Image by Arnie Canoe



Mr Mutton is not for sale

Abstract Cut-up word art 1

The above piece of cut-up was constructed on an old New York type writer after dissecting a previous piece of writing a number of times until it finally ended up as the piece you see above.

The stuck on picture of the shoe was a good friend of mine Arnie Canoe's idea.

He felt it would enable the reader to engage even more with the piece by trying to work out/or indeed make up the text obscured by the shoe.

What this meant was that the piece could always be changing, as it would be down to the reader how the piece is finally able to be read, and not the writer.

By Spartacus Mole and Arnie Canoe

Monkeydom and martyrdom

Faces drawn on toadstools eyes hang out of Cindy's wardrobe
Gloves burn loosely over cars blown out by eyelash syndrome
Murderers drip girders weave your fish to golden ginger
Torrid romps in car park flesh fuck sister wont ya kiss her

Monkeydom and martyrdom
Monkeydom and martyrdom
Look at what you've gone and done
Monkeydom and martyrdom

Teasing flasher krypto did four rollers with brown tip toe
Hats pissed out of doorways cry for mummy's begging blister
Anal lovers shout as Arnold's train track flips to hit her
Wild and wacky virgin slept in pot with ice and dish dirt

Monkeydom and martyrdom
Monkeydom and martyrdom
Look at what you've gone and done
Monkeydom and martyrdom

Just look
At the state
That you have made
Of my posh turncoat
Just look
At the state
That it's in

Your monkeydom
And martyrdom
For all that it is worth
Has left me
In a
Terrible
Spin

Monkeydom and martyrdom
Monkeydom and martyrdom
Look at what you've gone and done
Monkeydom and martyrdom


This song was written using cut-up words and also the role of a dice to decide the order of certain word placement.

The rhythmic feel to the verse sections was already decided, again by the role of a dice, and once the words had been chosen they were put in place to create this song structure.

All words had already been typed out, it was just a matter of rolling the dice to let fate decide how the song was constructed.

By Spartacus Mole

Toast and Marmalade

Tears slowly rolled down the cheeks of the fat boys arse as he contemplates what life could be like with no face and a wagon full of toast and marmalade freshly spread by the nimble hands of two sultry and fine slender black virgins scantily clad in see-through sequin shell suits and wearing dirty rain caps yet hunchbacked due to the ever burdening demands of the fat boys endless appetite for more toast and marmalade which has destroyed all but one of the last layers of the Bolivian rainforest left to man yet has been unable to gouge silk moth chrysalis from out of the dainty ballerina serpentine clip clip clippers soft hands and as you can imagine this is something the greedy fat toast and marmalade oaf finds too much for his sorry lard soul to bare

You can find him
Rolling around
Like a beached whale
In the summertime
In the rain

And you can find him
Completely naked
Like a huge translucent jelly
In the summertime
In the rain

But when it is wintertime
With the icy showers bold
You will find him
Cowering in the corner
Of his bedroom
Sunken and cold

This piece of abstract cut-up also has a short poem attached at the end.

The poem was written in 2005, and the abstract cut-up was created not long after this.

Even though both pieces were created separately from each other when put together they seem to work quite nicely to balance up the complete piece.

                                                                                                        By Spartacus Mole