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POETRY

poems of the month

fish

vagabondage

measuring my face

ostracism

old clothes

modern iranian poems

my hero

face at the bottom of the world

perhaps (maybe)

the diogenes sequence

where to store furs

i am and am not:
      fragments of rumi

destiny and destination

the zen of no-enlightenment

the iraqi monologues

already backwards

a light in ruins

separate amputations

the sexy jihad

awaiting the barbarians

the smell of possibilities

ultimate leaves

rejoice in the dog

post-millennium maggot

the book of nothing

dispatches from the war against the world

albanian poems

french poems in honour of jean genet

the hells going on

the joy of suicide

book disease

foreground trouble

the transcendental hotel

cinema of the blind

lament of the earth mother

uranian poems

haikai by okami

haikai on the edge

black hole of your heart

jung's motel

leda and the swan

confession from belgrade

gloss on rilke's
ninth duino elegy

jewels and shit:
poems by rimbaud

villon's dialogue with his heart

vasko popa:
a shepherd of wolves ?

the rubáiyát of omar khayyám

genrikh sapgir:
an ironic mystic

imagepoem

 

BETWEEN POETRY AND PROSE

good riddance to mankind

the maxims of michel de montaigne

400 revolutionary maxims

nice men and
  suicide of an alien

anti-fairy tales

the most terrible event in history

the rich man and the leper

disgusting

art, truth and bafflement

 

SHORT STORIES

godpieces

the three bears

three albanian tales

odorous underwear

a little creation story

 

ESSAYS & MEMOIRS

the ivory palace

helen's tower

extortion through e-bay

schopenhauer for muthafuckas

are doctors autistic ?

single track in the snow

never a pygmy

against money

did franco die ?

'original sin' followed by
crippled consciousness

a gay man's guide to soft-willy sex

the holosensual alternative

tiger wine

the death of poetry

the absinthe drinker

with mrs dalloway in ukraine

love  and  hell

running on emptiness

a holocaust near you

a note on the cathars

happiness

londons of the mind
& dealing death to the caspian

genocide

a muezzin from the tower of darkness

kegan and kagan

being or television

satan in the groin

womb of half-fogged mirrors

tourism and terrorism

the dog from sinope

combatting normality

shoplifting
in britain & america

this sorry scheme of things

the bektashi dervishes

a holy dog
& a dog-headed saint

fools for nothingness

death of a bestseller

vacuum of desire: a homo-erotic correspondence

a note on beards

translation and the oulipo

the visit

 

PHOTOGRAPHS

prelude

 

Nuadú, God of War

field guide to megalithic ireland

houses for the dead

ireland & the phallic continuum

the sheela-na-gig conundrum

french megaliths

a small town in france

 

western values

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Hi Anthony!

I came across your site a couple of years back now and have never been the same since. Your words and pictures cut through the bullshit that our entire civilisation floats on and reflects back an image of our marvellous species
that most people will never see, such is the scale of our self-deception.
What can I say
but Thank you for the non-enlightenment!

kind regards

Dave

London (UK),
28th February 2009

 


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from Dave in Grand Rapids, Michigan on 24th January, 2009

I found this site last night at 4:00 a.m. as I awoke - and my mind spun as it usually does between the ever-contemporary struggle of trying find a time to just be and avoid the absorption into the modern insanity that we call culture, society, or man.

What a gift you have given and a chance find here in the darkness another kind of light!



When I stumbled upon your website I browsed through the different different sections
and was immediately intrigued;
it was like looking into a mirror of my own mind!
I love the fact that it is so easy to get lost in your pages;
they are a labyrinth where every corner you turn brings you to something new and interesting.
It flows like life: nothing to cling to.

- Andy Sheridan, October 2007

 


from Rachel in Houston, Texas, on 18th June, 2009

Your poems and your artwork are haunting and visceral.
You are able to illustrate in words what so many of us feel and can't express.
I feel less alone, because someone else feels - never the same - but similar.

Your work helped me during a very dark period in my life.
I lived two thirds of my life in severe toxic psychosis due to an undetected allergy.
I was self destructive and bordering on suicidal because of it,
and the only self-worth I had was wrapped up in my intellect.
When I found out what was wrong, and detoxed, I felt like I was coming out of a fog,
but still felt very lost.
When I was trying to bridge the gap between insanity and sanity, I found your poetry.
I read it over and over again, most especially 'Shade More Than Man'.

Your words touch me deeply, and I will always associate them with the time I became less fragile and finally turned into a functional human capable of self-actualization instead of just survival.
I am far removed from the person I was then, and some of the thanks for that goes to you.



from kate in kent england, 7th february 2008

well i have found what i was looking for - nothing in particular...
this is where my journey has led me - which is strange,
its like i've had to pick apart and strip away
every element of my existence to find out who i really am ...
Why are people prepared to lie so naturally and live so unnaturally?
I don't want any answers because there aren't any
thank you for being here



Fantastic site! Visually entrancing, extremely poetic - and so true.
Thank goodness there are some who've managed successfully to drop out of the system.

- Gabriel Griffin, Poetry on the Lake, 2007

 

"I love your site. I used to feel guilt that I didn't fit into The Social Machine. You reflect the positive aspect of the saboteur archetype.
By sabotaging our chances of "getting ahead" in the world we can make a protest against its unreasonable demands.
Visiting your site has been the brightest part of my day."

- Jason Mercer, August, 2007

 

"Your web site is inspiring and truly powerful, in its commitment to liberation and expressions of truth.
And one of the few which I welcome and never tire of reading."

- Doug Draime, July 2007

 

It never ceases to amaze me how people can touch each others lives in such a profound way. I'm not even sure how I came upon your site, but I have been entranced for the past 3 hours, just browsing and discovering new bits about myself as I go.
You have touched me in a great way. Thank you for your time.
Blessings.

- Mike, West Virginia, September 2007

 

 

 



From
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Mike in Southern California
Date: Saturday May 14th, 2005

Message: Damn, I just realized I've been checking out your site for 3 years now!


 

« Here is great poetry, which penetrates deeply into the mind
and galvanises it like electroshock.
It communicates your perception of the pain, the global pain of other people,
all humankind, and the whole universe.
But at the same time it somehow makes you stronger and ... wiser... »

- Alexander Yaniushkin, Russia, April 2005


THE WEBMASTER


« I have spent a long time roaming the Wonderland you have built
with your imagination and your art:
your website really is magnificent and I regret that my English is not good enough
to express my appreciation fully.

You are dissident from this society of money-violence, but you are
faithful to the beasts, the colours, the flowers, the butterflies -
to Life.

Your website presents a vision and a map of the true homeland of the heart -
exact and glowing, like the flight of a butterfly.
Thankyou for this gift. »

Giulio Stocchi, Milan, January 2003.

 

Anthony, thank you for the wonderful site. It made me laugh at practically every turn. I love accuracy and candor. I found you by looking for Diogenes.
But you're wrong about one thing: there is a need in this world that's honest, and that is the need for someone like you to write something like this that allows us, in the cataleptic flailing of our consciences, to see ourselves. This wormhole mirror inside your site/sight is Rimbaud, Eliot, and Debord all rolled into one.

Congratulations and well done.

Best wishes,

John Kaminsky's website

John Kaminski
May 2005



"Fascinating website, many lovely pages,
many disturbing images...much dissidence."

xyz Books, Canada, April 2005


SEND FEEDBACK



I find all of the material on your site engaging, incredibly honest, inspiring, brave, moving, fascinating, exciting and part of the continuum of necessary rebellion I feel myself a part of.

But what I found initially attractive about your site is the omnipresent yet not overwhelming sense of newness, otherness, difference.
Text shape and size and fonts have always interested me, together with oblique phrases somehow cutting through. It is this which makes
Dissident Editions a place I want to return to again and again...if only for a reality check!
It's sterling work and I am honoured to be a small part of it.

Stephen Cullis, June 2005





"...I feel exactly like Camus:
'The basic metaphysical problem is the question of suicide.'
Yet people like you make me think that still there is hope...
Your website is now my homepage."

- Jehovanna Maria Arcia Torres, Panama, November 2002.

 

 

"I like the way you express with poetry
complex and extreme ideas."

- Alex, www.mageworld.co.uk

 

 

Except where credited otherwise, the images on this Website - photographs,
paintings, drawing, monoprint and metamorphotos -
are by Anthony Weir.

 

 

"Hey man, I greatly enjoyed exploring your various web pages,
from the bearded kissing men to the religious exhibitionistic carvings.
You have a marvelous collection of pictures and many thoughtful observations as well.
Thank you for sharing all of it!
"

openupATpobox.com

 


I sat at my desk at 9.30 this morning looking up Crannógs -
as, until last night,   I was unaware of their existence.
After an hour learning about Sweathouses and other things
I started out on the essays and poetry.
I cannot say any more than Thank You for the most meaningful site
I have ever entered.        It is now 11.45.

- John Spencer, December 2002

 

 

A letter e-mailed to this site
by a 16-year old reader:


I like your poetry because of the way you look on things,
I love the way you string your words together,
When I received your book, 'The Transcendental Hotel'
after about a day of reading your poems I just thought:
Right - what the hell does transcendental mean!!!!
I got the dictionary out and it said:
'transcendental - surpassing experience, supernatural, abstruse.'


I then went on to look up 'abstruse' to define the meaning of that:
'abstruse' - 'obscure, difficult to understand , profound'
The above words are just right to describe the book,
a collection of poems which aren't your boring average poems!

I have many favourite bits in the book I like
but this has to be one of the best:
'To them I say: Honour the toad for we live only as we smell'

What the hell does that mean? I thought.
Who cares! it's a great collection of words
that I haven't heard or thought of before that interested
and excited me.

Another thing that I like about your poems is the titles!
'The truest dissidence is Generosity'
oh... I thought, what do you mean by that?

I go on to read the poem and I can't understand any of it
but there are phrases in it like
'false poets suck up to words'
I don't know quite what you mean by that but it makes you think,
it's not just a thought that goes away!

I found other bits like...
'I died before I was born and after I was forced though birth
I died and died again.'

I don't know what that means but I thought about it damn hard
trying to understand it:
I think that the reason why I like your poems is
because they make me think,
and I'm interested to know the answer!

Stu
Sussex
England


 

a message from the
GUESTBOOK:

"Great site with terrific,
thoughtful verse.
There should be many more
like this -
pity that there aren't."

Trevor Hewett, Cornwall, UK

 

 

NOTE: Not all feedback has been positive.
I have, unsurprisingly, received considerable (anonymous) abuse:


from barry in Cork (Ireland) on 03.12.2009:

what a load of shit - who are you to pretend to understand the world.
death to muslims and may you rot in hell, bastard

 

 

 

from Jindra Hrdlicka, Ontario, Canada. March 2005.

For two days I read...and I read...the pages on your website...
It was on a whim that I typed the word "dissident" in Google.
I was a dissident in the country where the student Jan Palach burned himself
when the Russians invaded in 1968.
At that time I left for Canada, only to become dissident again.
Where to go now ?
Looking for some emotional rescue I turned to my much despised computer.
I found your site and now I feel so much better.
Your powerful observations remain with me.
Your sinking heart is sinking with another one...

And I now truly appreciate our dog Líša, Siberian Husky, rescued - now ageing beauty.
For the first time in my life I deign to share with her the Hungarian salami that I love...

 



I added your site to my favorites tonight. I could only spend about two hours reading. I had been referred to look at 'kinky' Irish stone carvings. This I did, but went on to look at the poetry. I found myself crying.

Having left a career in February 2003 as a Nursing Home Administrator, and known very well that the Catholic healthcare system who I worked for treated people much like your pics of maltreated animals, I cried.
I have been terribly depressed and lost.
Your words have spoken volumes to me about feelings I could not put into my words.

I will read more again. Thank you.

- Brigid Steele, September 2003

 


"Just to tell you that yesterday at a meeting of contemporary Tamil poets and scientists I read aloud an Albanian poem from your website.
      Everyone was amazed that though some of us don't even know where Albania is on the world map, we could feel the same pulse throb here in a remote Indian town, writing in a language as old as Sanskrit, but unread, unknown, unsung... like the Albanians ?"

Gowri Ramnarayan, Tamil Nadu, South India.



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