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This is an old wordpress blog, usng the classic Hemingway template, I used to combine some words and photos.
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This is shattered fragment of a stumbleupon blog, long since now defunct, where I used to store favourite images, and attach poems to them (or vice versa). Just goes to show that for all its claims of ubiquity, the digital domain doesn't give you much of a purchase in permanence.
PeterJukes's revi
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UPDATE: this site might be a bit quiet for the next few months as I act as the Newsweek/DailyBeast correspondent on the Leveson Inquiry and the ongoing News International revelations unfolding in London. I'll try to cross reference as and when I can, but my work can be followed by clicking the pictu
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My CV was probably my first great work of fiction, and I've been constantly inventive trying to keep despair and insignificance from the door by trying to recompose my variegated and frankly unreliable career into some kind of compelling, believable and progressive narrative. I'm not sure it really
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This redesign of my site brings together various different blogs and postings under one banner. I've been writing about how computer technology and the web revolutionises the means of production, distribution and exchange for 20 years or so now. Finally, thanks to Joomla, the software is simple enou
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Inspired both by the digital revolution and the capacity for computers and the internet to 'electrify the word', I first created a website in the mid 90s (at some social space I don't even remember) and then uploaded my own website to demon around 1997. Of course this was genuine mixture of va
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Ancient sound - the inspiration for my website in 2006. See the old version here
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Displaying items by tag: mayakovsky
The Force of Words
I know the force of words, their urgent calling,
not just words that draw polite applause
but words that even the dead find disturbing
break through their graves and walk abroad.
Though censors edit or publishers ignore them
words knuckle down, buckle under, keep on, cut through,
hammering away till express trains come fawning
to lick poetry's rough hands, tame and meek.
I know the force of words, like a tissue flung
under dancers heels, they seem empty air,
but man is made of backbone, heart and tongue.
Version of a poem by Mayakovsky by Peter Jukes
Malevich & Mayakovsky
I know the force of words, their urgent calling...
Seee the full poem here