tommy tuchel / weltanschaung

Still getting my head around the loss of Thomas Tuchel and the arrival of the next trendy English manager to take the limelight, and presumably perish under the weight of the pressure of an English media that loves to build-up and tear-down in successive swipes. And that’s before the capitalist parasites and their corporeal representative, Todd Boehly, decide their time to gorge on the next victim. In any case, I wrote this sequence back when Chels won the Champions League playing City in May 2021. Roman was still about, James was already incredible (Sterling switched teams to avoid the menace clearly), Callum Hudson Odoi (CHO) was still impervious to the Teutonic call, the European Super League looked to be thwarted, and the island was, as ever, in various levels of rainy, fascist shit. It’s been laying in wait in a manuscript, but worth look back on a chunk of it here.

sculpted like tony benn’s face
crackling under foot of in-it-to-win-it
volk-dem / interrogative refusals / 
agile walks slumping into rolled ankles 
where CHO meets his fate and the few
dacoits triangulate the nation’s timelines

talk around the said, jittery knowledge
write my tomes – rip the working class
– rip the oligarchs and colonial settlements
– rip Our Death – rip shaman’s map
rip juridical speech – rip the 
black sicilian – rip stick and
poke – rip the autodidact polymath – 
rip the writerly eye – rip ossified 
speech – rip rainy fascism island – 
rip postcolonial melancholy – rip
the last whites of bradford – 
rip the black greek – rip your 
hauntological miscreations, we’re in 
the dog house, and the exit’s behind u

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tommy tuchel
weltanschaung
against baroque decadence
kante goat
james’ pocket, sterling wanting
Rudi body rudi bodied
blue on carriage
autoglass chested
dirty flags and cr0 boxpark
porto square and sanitised buses
kidding trophy the roman 
descends, settling capital
debasements
living impurely in communion, the ethical
sociality / necessary poison
they all hate us we don’t care
fatal flaw / passion and ELAD disposses / 
shell companies and philanthropic despotism
as world watches blue down the king’s 
road, post-casuals meet post-soviet
geld, headhunters gone corporate,
and the body swells and twitches 
to the beat of suggs
green man congregation and 
homosocial organisation
the boys sing 
oil and butter chicken infiltrating
my dreams
sheekh kebab and ethical disjunctures
and the people festered in festoons 
of mediated zeal
bacchanal orgiastic