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This poem, "Another f**kin' new order...", is taken from the 2022 limited edition poetry pamphlet 'Geopoliticus, pupsy!' written by Barney Ashton-Bullock and published by The Red Ceilings Press. 'Geopoiticus, Pupsy!’ is a tempered refraction in rhythmic fury at the disappearing communitarianism of a broken United Kingdom. A country where largely unaccountable Government is increasingly something that is done to citizens, endured by them. A citizenry where misplaced coping strategies of violence and manic, serried, salutary f**ks can’t cure a cankered, disorientating regret that somehow ’things ain’t what they used to be’… even though that might itself be a misplaced lie! Commendations: "Loquacious, audacious and f**king furious, Ashton-Bullock’s latest packs a punch. One to the stomach and a slap on both cheeks. Exploring savagery and revolution (or lack of it) with an apoplectic apocalyptic battle cry, he leads us through the rubble of the Arndale centre, suburban dystopias and broken backroom dreams, where the reader is abandoned smacked-up, spunked-on and spat out. A Book of Revelation." [JP Seabright] ‘Geopoliticus, pupsy!’ sees Ashton-Bullock build an inimitable sequence of poems that regale with an aching observation the self and its existence in a world drained of its colour. Both introspective and outward looking, he raises many questions - about identity, purpose and of human need - all constructed with a unique linguistic artistry rarely executed with such exquisite and bold projection. [Stuart McPherson] “…dispatched traitors, re-sculpted as sanguine santos-lite smulch, excoriated limbs emulsify into sieving landscapes…” Such snaking, restless lines are the rule and not the exception in Barney Ashton-Bullock’s tongue-twisting collection ‘Geopoliticus, Pupsy!’ Likewise, glittering vistas of ‘felch fantasias’ and ‘scrumming cummage’ bob along on the waves of dark, bodily nightmare poetry. This is wall to wall playfulness, political insofar as we can see our world through its warped mirror, and just a bit filthy. Read this pamphlet to feel the unbound electrification of language. [Matthew Haigh] The Poem - Another f**kin' new order... Satyr unspooling from the spooged dousings; he roused a cacophony of sentries’ stentorian cocks to a unify of battlecry. Their ejaculate, morse-galoshing torso/ asshole; the stirrup slung, splayed and conquered via felch fantasias; their scrumming cummage, a mutual pack victory. Their conceit, their slam-dunk tromp l’oeil, a bespoke, spunk-soak, bark of bukkake that sets to a weathered craquelure countenance; an ubuesque glaze, that time-tested ‘paint-effect’ to age, deboss and rivet to mind, his perish of face; his attenuated warp of shadow, his uncanny prescience, that I, such vain vassel a vessel, be so succour shaped. "GEOPOLITICUS, PUPSY!" is available, while stocks last, at www.theredceilingspress.co.uk