20.0f

uncivil law

Dylan Harris

20.0f

uncivil law

Dylan Harris

Potato Press

by Dylan Harris

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20.0: r dye-de-ho, q antwerp, p tension nitro ego, o church is dangerous vital, n tin rush, m the A rush, l an engineering rush (ii), k Miss Demeanour, j flock state, i be infinity, h Namings, g nation six dog, f uncivil law, e dead write, d chase chase, c an engineering rush (i), b a much for we, a The Joy Of Tax

19.9: c Inn, b Swoop, a An Ode To The A14

19.8: c Rose, b Hymnen, a Darmstadt

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uncivil law

centuries

unjustice

complexity

money

smirk

flame

magistrates

age

wrong

invention

scotland

criminal

democracy

consent

piano

parliament

citizen

bailiff

bones

health

maid

blackbox

53

fear

“… Over 1.6 million claims were made in 2000 for money owed by one person to another … only 36,000 debt cases went to trial …”

DTi Press Release 7th February 2002

“… 1912 … The National Telephone Company provided for 561,738 subscribers altogether …”

UK TELEPHONE HISTORY, R Fishwater.

“… [William] Gladstone had one of the earliest telephones installed at Hawarden. It was there from 1880.”

p391 of Gladstone, Roy Jenkins, Macmillan ISBN 0-333-60216-1 (1995)

uncivil law

centuries

the nineteenth century

schools for the rich doctors for money properteers vote

justice is bought

the twenty–first century

schools by right doctors by right votes by right

justice is bought

unjustice

1.

right justice

requires good law

and balanced judgement

2.

all those principles you should be thinking of

listening all sides not taking bribes

consistency consequences completeness

retribution mercy

how can balance be

without every one

3.

good law’s for parliament

that’s another row

4.

too many courts

don’t bother announce a case

don’t effort to hear defence

don’t report pronouncing

don’t treat balance

as worth the cost of phoning up

and hearing each opinion

that’s two pence

of their billionaire flow

5.

without water there is no ocean

without balance there is no justice

6.

no phone

no email

no fax

no messaging

just write to be ignored

as though the fifteenth century

had a stretch of sanity

and forced their judges to accept

king henry’s mail

but the courts reneged

by castrating written pleas

as dementia

7.

and when answering an accusation

how does where you are now

affect the facts then

yes

if you’re there

the prostitutes of barristing can interrogate

can leer at body language

can opine honesty

but why prevent all the distance interaction

why prevent so much expression of defence

8.

authorities proudly claim

in almost every money case

there is no defence

“so make your rampant accusations

on our network site”

they’d sell titanic tickets

“sail the ship see the ocean floor”

9.

walking sticks and hobbled men

balance and justice

kick a stick a helpless man falls

kick defence justice fell

10.

a simple means to say

could simply be accepted

it’s quick to make the phone secure

as do the banks

11.

or is technology monster

frightening decrepit law

declining childhood

12.

english civil law broke

when phones became so popular

ninety years ago

english civil law was corrupted

when phones became ubiquitous

fifty years ago

13.

and for those who don’t understand

than an alternative is not an obligation

yes i know not everyone has a phone

a mobile email the web fax

and whatever geek creations

make tomorrow strange

nor does everyone have a home

a postal address

yet the law presumes

and insists we all pretend

the snail

that inefficient polluting collapsing archaic

postal service

is perfection

14.

email uses seconds and costs as zero

to translate the world

the post uses days

and costs infinitely more

to cross the road

15.

if civil law had justice

all defenders would be heard

16.

generations have been prevented

law can’t be arsed to fetch defence

nor permit its presentation in the manner of the time

17.

this is more than mere rot

this is more than britain’s culture of incompetence

english civil law’s corrupt

18.

boil the gargoyle

complexity

i recall the proud pronouncement

in nineteen eighty ish

that computers have become

the most complex of systems

created by mankind

now this complexity has grown

ten thousand times

like embryo to adult

english law has not

yet computers do not need a ring of nerds

advising any mundane man on how to what

telling them which click to where or when to mouse

complexity is simply used

no expert stammers round

law

that such a simple system

needs heards of clever beagles

merely to operate

condemns itself

money

those system shapers that legal club

if choiced by some mechanical decision

with balanced either or

one excites the wallet

the other does not

they’ll drink the golden shower

for neither cause fair thinker fuss

yet else the greedy will irate

such choice may flare

just once an equinox

but sum across the centuries

from socrates to now

to find our folding note bordello

this is where cold thatcher air needs to hail

a “Legal Relations Act” perhaps

competition investigation

cartel disintegration

hard regulation

smirk

i have confirmed

by “watch the system do”

not “hello really nice people

tell me all the faults you’ve got”

they won’t commit

a simple coin

to lift a speaking handset

to help a hearing fair

but they’ll commit

the cost of brothel nights

driving petrol and pollution

bullying enforcement

to be right that great principle

isn’t worth a penny

for power that great corrupter

they’ll spend a hundred pound

flame

anecdotally on the net in mailing list or usenet news

it’s quick to rant a hate or fire a sniper shout

insulting people somewhere else

discarded phrases causing rile

but on the net in chatting space

it’s hard to turn away apologising balm

the cleaning up of conversation mess

natter mutter data

unworded taken back

in conversation your draft asserts are chopped

before they set entrenched

when you set a written down

there is no sneering chuckle

to put you back to right

you guard your silly place

more retreats and more defend and more assault

it’s all more hate and time

if a problem’s for resolve use a conversation

if a problem’s for exacerbate use a written down

who likes to writ and word

who charges by the hour

when accused in ranting print

when clever nicely lines attack

moon

magistrates

a genuine summons grudges defence

admitting attackers may only be imperfect gods

but i have one telling me

i shall plead guilty and how to pay

it does not accept the assaulters might be human

it chants con

the summons states no phone

none on the paperworks none on the 192

how can i ring check confirm

the aggressor the self belief perfection the local council

haven’t done the work

age

if i doze in stained underwear

so be it

if the telly mumbles so i turn it loud

so be it

if you cook lunch so late i shout

so be it

food has no flavour

arthritis burns my temper

i sneer your silent fear

wrong

saying you'll kill

or killing

which is worse

ignore the polished junk asserts

binocular to english civil law

see the done

now dream a balance scale

dump a barn of glisted tricks on a single plate

that’s it—that’s their balance act

with no civil court

no crass imbalance in almost every case

there’d be no judicial wrongs enforced

having no system’s better

than english civil law

fixing the leather’s not enough

shoot the horses

slide the entangled net

invention

on the intellectual radio

a british inventors’ society man

strongly chunks support for patent laws

but admits to one disadvantage

if your patent idea is stolen

by some glass–glare water–floss corporation

whom in defence of livelihood

you take to court

you’ll make each lawyer more in months

than every penny ever to be earned

by any man who spends his life

pulling lives from burning fire

no matter it’s your invention stolen

the men of theft will reboot court

until they victory

pissing cash to drown

so if you and your back garden inventor’s shed

have no rapacious millions

financial psychopaths

rape the construction of your life

how things would change

if justice had import

to english civil law

scotland

i’ve received a citation

i think that means a summons

from a scottish court

post case

no preceding note remarking its existence

no call acquiring my defence

no court report

no number for me to seek what’s happened

no email

no fax

no web

no courtesy

i fear the scottish system’s as rotten as the english

criminal

a mother’s convicted for killing her child

the barristers hid the medical fact

the child was dead by meningitis

innocent grieving convicted

the husband informed the system it lies

the anglo–legals belted him bankrupt

justice to them’s a charge not a right

innocent grieving convicted

a decade or so the destructor’s exposed

the corrupted asleep by clarion woke

the criminal system its title fulfilled

innocent grieving convicted

democracy

democracy at least

enables change of government

without an insurrection

or civil war destroy

we who vote

we own the result

we choice the politicians

we choice the consequences

if a cornered state

has some nasty act to make

which angers many citizens

if the tumult people do not own

if their politicians fail to salve the anger

opinion may coagulate about some other means

to reparate the state

revolt insurrection civil war

this is risk destruction

like when a rag hysteria

incites a pride of fools

to lynch a children’s doctor

so politicians flurried

when half the voters slept the last election

politicians flurried

to pre-empt denial

of no easy choice

consent

the courts are unelected

but we can meter consent

by black box counting

voluntary attendance

we can mark their foul pride

of only one percent defend

this unconsent to judgement

it risks an unpredicted

coagulating anger to collapse

judiciary democracy stability

piano

this piano is always played

but slowly slowly loosens pitch

drifting keys flex a growing dissonance

the pianists do not hear

they are exercising ever exercising

as the tone declines across the octades

we

we summonsed

we hear their scratching clash

we see their schadenfreuderern

pillocks in the audience

mirthed

enough

i have hired the sphinx’s amplifier

speakers the size of pyramids

the rasta dj

they’re on the way

parliament

the courts for sure maintain their free to act

but i’m concerned by parliament

independent supposèdly of courtly ways

it needs it must be able

to cure a justice mess

the plebiscite can like to vote opponents in

legals the largest brat amongst MPs

can like to keep their outside skills alive

but don’t have time to educate for change

so lawyers still have strong appeal

to tinker with the courtly flies

and let a justice failure be

like drivers in always shunting goods yards

who only see the slowly moving wagons

not the stretching railway

not the can’t–stop–in–time ramping express

they’ll not decide to fix a mess

they haven’t noticed happen yet

the executive part–neutered parliament by whips enticing power

justice part–neutered parliament by colonisation

we need a rule that legal lads both girls and boys

are barred to candidate for parliament

unless their justice membership be eternally revoked

citizen

so what to do when faced with courts believed corrupt

the arguments of lawyers are reputèdly superb

their clever pose can talk a jury into saying

“the birmingham six they did that bomb”

when all they did was cards

it helps was fixed the evidence

of course no advocate would aid in that

corruption burns the soul

once you’ve broken conscience it doesn’t die

even strangers note a smile and reflex tick

you’ll have no repair

you can't depend on history to lie

you’ll never able calm

soul demands you avoid corrupt

but if you stay away the court aggressing credit pushers

or local clockwork men or chancers on a vampire trip

will legal blag your property

golden showers or freedom

mister jones next door or ghandi christ the buddha

property or soul

which would you prefer

bailiff

predated by a seizing bailiff

as predicted

the cost for keeping conscience sweet

my caressing photo kit

long silent for poetry

now silent for eternity

a consequence of metering

the corruption of uncivil law

she wore disdain the bailiff

a funeral prinz–net

closed across her face

arrogant as conviction

an archaic heirach

eyes closed to the active world

judging not by cultural contribution

just tit dropping and easy marionette

perhaps if i were given proof

that all we’d ever done

us colleagues in the corral

destroyed its own intent

could i state my doubt aloud

or suppress the subtle evidence

burk the person proving

yes

i should have paid the revenue

but they assured they’d free and never did

the cash of mine they’d stolen “accidentally”

redundancy had paid to me

all those years ago

and they may have done

if english civil law

had thought balance

worth the pence of phoning up

and hearing each opinion

bones

my bones

my worthless political bones

imagine a year or few

and civil law corrupt will media aware

five more and “something must be done”

ten to “burn it out start again”

twenty to incinerate the bureaucratic clutter

introduce a fairness bright and whistle calling

a shrine to light a balanced court

too long

plans must be right now

for a system new to activate

should democracy be startled

right justice requires good law and balanced judgement

go beagles go

break create ready make

health

the american medical system

is like the himalayas

so many peaks of excellence

it’s quick to blind to valleys in between

where more children drown in childbirth

than is honourable to a pirate

our nhs

has no peaks of bright

nor that sinful count of infant death

it bureaucrats on greatest good

not on greatest wallet

maid

see you affront your eyes the balance scale

the civil legals dropped accruing foul

and flaw the high court statue holds the fail

unbroken in distruth so falsely proud

of rules to gloss defence unsaid one side

ignored is not a neutral test except

it’s just to parasitic eyes the bride

of parliament has kept her scales unswept

to concentrate on cleaning rules as life

is run as cause rotates to nought as crime

gives history to gentlemen of strife

and rape the maid of law is shining grime

look burn the rot make clean the darwin glass

the nation’s moved catch up with us run fast

blackbox

black box analysis

investigates complexity

should you cannot look internal

or too much there is to see

you won’t understand a crab’s desire

by breaking it’s life

chasing tracing counting

neurons veins cells

no leave it be

let it sense let it do

watch

compare results ideal

if crabs contradict ideal

ideal is wrong

if justice contradicts ideal

justice is wrong

53

53 women physically raped

suicide tried and lives distraught

the criminal doctor's imprisoned

53 victims financially raped

suicide tried and lives distraught

the criminal lawyer's embarrassed

fear

i see so simple

so obvious so wrong

what else corrupted

lies beyond eye see

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20.0f uncivil law

Uncivil Law, a poem from Dylan Harris

20.0f Uncivil Law Dylan Harris poetry poems

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