Great Britain    1963 -   
Born in Romania, Transylvania, Mures county.
Former reporter, journalist in the same place.
First book called "Zoon Poetikon" published at Grinta editing house in Cluj-Napoca, iun. 2009
Published also in two poetry group books of "Virtualia" literary workshop from Iaşi.
Present with literary share- investments on the major literary sites in Romania: http://poezie.ro/ and http://hyperliteratura.ro/
Founder of the community of infrarealistic artists and their site, http://infrareal.blogspot.com/
my blog : http://liber-poezionist.blogspot.com/
each and every one of my readers is a Lector Honoris Causa :)
Work in progress on a prose book: ”Sexymental”, and a second poetry book:”!nfraRouge”
Born in Romania, Transylvania, Mures county.
Former reporter, journalist in the same place.
First book called "Zoon Poetikon" published at Grinta editing house in Cluj-Napoca, iun. 2009
Published also in two poetry group books of "Virtualia" literary workshop from Iaşi.
Present with literary share- investments on the major literary sites in Romania: http://poezie.ro/ and http://hyperliteratura.ro/
Founder of the community of infrarealistic artists and their site, http://infrareal.blogspot.com/
my blog : http://liber-poezionist.blogspot.com/
each and every one of my readers is a Lector Honoris Causa :)
Work in progress on a prose book: ”Sexymental”, and a second poetry book:”!nfraRouge”
George G Asztalos
George G Asztalos
Apr 13, 2014

we are cute till we are stupidly good
after that we switch on bad stuff and pretend
to do the wise guys

the world is full of beloved things
and used people
sometimes the roles are changing
to beloved people and used things

actually we are here to do and undo mistakes
not to specialize in fakes of perfection

there is no problem we are predestined to carry
after all everyone will carry his death away

you must just expect the days to see you
with their own eyes
with their suns and plants and all relatives

let them gather more and more to see you
days and nights with their wondering stars
at least a moment to see your face
just how
it is

and let them say:
woo-ow!

George G Asztalos
George G Asztalos
Jan 22, 2011

Mottor:”If you wanna tell a crazy joke to God, tell him about your plans”

joy to the world at 4 a.m. my cell is ringing
like a sad sheep its my granny saying hey I leave you
I am going to the Veterans New Year Party I have a randez-vous

I am grabbing my head: Jeesus...world
I am drinking since yesterday non-stop
plain water with lemon I am sick
from his cookies and seriously thinking
to get to The Suicider's New Year Party

well not just thinking but really going
I have my ticket since last year
when even Picky my loving pit-bull left me

actually why should I make crazy plans
when my personal angelic unconsciousness guards me
I am checking in on the plane maybe it brakes in the air
and I will have my party with the fellows of Bin Laden
I will sing cazzaciock while shooting with the katiusha
on empty vodka bottles

joy to the world and dance your brains out
you suicidal lonely kid
aha that is the new hit of a virtual band
called The Kings of Desperados
while slaves are jubilant in their free time
working to stay put in front of a idiot
also called TV to have a wonder

I have my ticket what can I do
I am so childish sometimes I have a miffed balloon
a fire-extinguisher with champagne
some poem-fireworks wrapped around me

joy to the world I will ignite them all
here in the public market
I will blow them all like a charm!

copyright  C  George Asztalos 2011
George G Asztalos
George G Asztalos
Aug 18, 2010

because of the lack of employees
in the health system
the sanity of my country goes insane

imagine that we made a  revolution and survived
to watch this hospital in which
more than a dozen children where burned alive

”what I saw was apocalyptic”
said the fireman
”all those children crying out loud in the flames
and nothing in that room to prevent such a horror”

”we made anything is possible”
stated the doctors
half of the kids are now dead
and the rest burned like hell

Ceausescu also made everything is possible
but he did not burn the children alive

there is no other country in the world
where babies where burned in the hospital
this us the ugliest crime ever shocked humanity
this is the mud we are drowning in

Romania just burn your children
and lift your shoulders like you got no idea
what the bloody hell  is going on

eat your hands dear God
there is nothing else left to be done

copyright (C) George Asztalos 2010
George G Asztalos
George G Asztalos
Jul 22, 2010

I have nothing with or against you
and this really means nothing
but the fact that I am free

the world is full of  love-slaves
illusionists and pretenders
politicals or apoliticals
atheists or christians
each one is only saving his appearance

tell these thieves to fuck off
and let us be kidnapped by The Circus
let us be made Princes and Frogs

in this goddamned happy end
of the world

Copyright (C) George Asztalos , 2010
George G Asztalos
George G Asztalos
Mar 31, 2010

Motto: „ they are all elsewhere/ examining things/ in new bedrooms/” – Charles Bukowski – Praying for rainy days

damn Bukowski
thinks that’s a supraestimated fake
for townsends of years
„ harder than The Riots of Watts”
and it’s not about booze

it’s too precoius and delicate
and it’s not about women
'couse the women fux with roses
or with the spine-birds
and still gets payed on the job

it’s all about poetry
it’s about that funny slaughterhouse
in wich we kick eachothers stupide ass
like some real lovers
and then we rearange our underwear
or what’s left of it

it’s all about  a load of shit good to be throwned at the garbage
'couse – don't mention it – there is nothing heroical
and every damned thing is a makeup
there is just a mouse shiverring in a corner
two ugly frogs are hugging all what is left of the sun
and above all
the monkey is trying hard to improvise a tired smile

damn Bukowski
I don't know a living soul with such a perseveration
to fuck-up his poems
like his money on horse-races
like his fat’n’ugly mexican whores
and still somehow to become his own hero
insane like this
born into this
and becouse he had lived to much like a dog

alone with the whole world
with it’s bestial sexy beauty
in wich actualy nobudy finds his mate

in wich everything it’s just a canibalistic clown
and a childish cry
almoust painfully dead
from his own laughter

 
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