Fakir Flake Fake


Feel empty in your post apocalyptic City of Angels,
Where not even your pets are real!
An electric android, a sheep or a frog,
The whir-flutter of micro-electrical wings o’er butterfly.

Good, and so you ought.

Now, grab the handles of your empathy box,
And in a shared virtual hallucination –
Feel: empathy, depression, pain, delusion and despair,
The outré myriad gifts of consciousness.

Millions of discombobulated and disconnected wrecks:
Adam’s sons; Eve’s daughters,
And among them simulations too,
Fakes! androids!
A phony circuit of semi-conscious memories;
A hive of neural malaise!
Welcome to our world; know how dead, inside, I feel.

You, n

Need a pet to make you more complete?
Maybe you can afford:
A Fake Fakir Flake like me who looks like Jude Law;
Sounds like Richard Burton,
And silently romances you like Rudolph Valentino.
Come and stick what’s left of your mind in here,
In hair, hear her: har, har, har…

A box of lies…

A voice, Mercer’s,
With texture from an age you neither lived in nor dared in;
Al Jerry’s, a TV actor,
Droning on in pre-selected tones.

The real thing, the men, the women, their animals,
Made in the wild, wild desert, in the green pulsing savannah,
The open crusted sea; now too, washed, choked,
Too many spliced and diced mutations,
Iterating your image:
The thing that was my heart, My Child, now its imitation.

Spring in Reverse


As the new moon rises fat on blood,

And feelings high run,

Silence is no longer held, and panic erupts in the heart of Europe,

And a corruption unfettered, brings

A festival of carnage,

To darken where light should have dismissed the vestige of winter gone.

Instead a massacre,

Silence as we hang our heads in sorrow for the innocent who will never now be heard,

While lunatics bloated on moonshine,

Clip the yellow bud of spring,

Leaving us to embrace the dead season’s ghost.

Silicone Souls

Sandwiched in layers of liquid crystal display,

Encased in vats of plastic, We,

Voyaging in data-spheres, plumes of digital play.



In the soup of silicone, all


Pouring over electro-spawned networks, fall


In the buzz of bits and bytes, of megabytes and terabytes, down,

Far from the wood, the brine, the mud that caked us,
In tighter and tighter digitised  projections, click:

‘Like me’, ‘Share me’, ‘Leave your comments.’

Messages smoothed out in polymers,

Beyond reproductions of ourselves, enter,

Deeper, delving in the mire of dream-conscious,


Now a waking voice,

Hardened, digitised, recorded in bubbles, in drives, in clouds,

Numb numbers of numbers numb, mirror,

A platform slotted home:

The motherboard!

To record the echo in the hollow of our Being.



Review by Ashley Chapman

Ubik (1969) by Philip K. Dick has that deceptively straightforward prose style that is as once as engaging as it is profound, a rare combination of a voice that is guile-free but coloured with a zany irascible humour.

‘Dick is comfortable with ideas like psy-phenomenon, the parapsychological, telepathy, precognition, psychokinesis and near-death, in his hands, all made so innocuous you begin to feel at ease with the non-living.’

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Cyberpunk Classic Neuromancer Revisted


Review by Ashley Chapman


Neuromancer, the book that introduces us to the concept of the Matrix was, according to its author William Gibson, inspired by watching kids playing video games in arcades.

‘Reading his prose feels like being inside a computer as an electron-spawned visitor travelling along the soldered pathways of circuit boards.’

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Review by Ashley Chapman

Film: Interstellar (2014)
Director: Christopher Nolan
Script: Jonathan Nolan and Christopher Nolan
Stars: Matthew McConaughey, Anne Hathaway and Jessica Chastain and Michael Cain
Released: November, 2014
Production: Syncopy and Lynda Obst Productions
Details: 12A; Sci-Fi; 169 min

Day 1: I actually watched Interstellar twice as, first time round, the Computer Exchange DVD was kinked, developing into a full-blown play challenge as we hit the worm hole sequence. Time literally came to a noisy, slow-time, juddering freeze-frame stop, as I tried to navigate through the wormhole sequence and into the beyond, but had to abort mission…

Day 2: New DVD.

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A Party Too Far — The Shah of Iran’s Ultimate Downfall.

Review by Ashley Chapman








Decadence and Downfall: The Shah of Iran’s Ultimate Party, Storyville, 2015-2016 now showing on the BBC iPlayer is about how Shah Pahlavi of Iran spent the entire state budget, over $600 million dollars, in 1970 on a lavish party in the fabled city of Persepolis, while his people, battered by the fearful exigences of his secret police, the feared SAVA, wallowed in deprivation.

“The guests, beneath yards and yards of suffocating pink satin sit in the banqueting marquis, served exquisite Gallic food prepared by  Maxim’s of Paris…while outside the locked-out millions watched on TV the noisy emptiness of it all.”

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