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Barney Ashton-Bullock - 'Geopoliticus, pupsy!'

The title poem 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 fucking 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 - 'Geopoliticus, pupsy!' Actionable controversialist torts! Amalgams of baseless contrarianism! Rootless, splunked oratorical diatribes! Secondary sources shot dead to order - Fledgling trendster skanked in an obtuse box-ticking oratory rendering them mere sarky snarks of inconsequent pupsy puppetry - “You must identify the grain you wish to rail against in your application to protest and not be aghast to be asked the legitimacy of your reasoning” - Yet, who waits with a fiery, just cause for the semaphore to claw its way up with permission to revolt? The statues do not crumple or canker of their volition; the Molotov cocktails are not supplied in 4-packs, pre-mixed, via Amazon Prime.