before i sit down to the... how (is it)
how my mother usually
words it: pięknie, ślicznie, prozaicznie...
beautifully, beautifully, prosaically...
(how how = howl)
śliniak - baby bib...
ślimak - snail: a garden essential
if cabbages get chopped on the guillotine...
etymology or rather: the similarity of spelling
of words...
piekło - hell...
i'm thinking hard about soft machines,
i was trying to find william burroughs'
the soft machine
in my library, stashed it somewhere deep
so had to resort to mind-bending alterations
to cite his style:
but not yet...
from the river Jordan to the Mediterranean sea...
of what is known at least i know
a Palestinian is a Philistine is a Philistine
geb nodrap, nodrap, said watt, geb nodrap
dis yb, nem owt. yad la...
such is Beckett...
thinking about the soft machines in hard machines:
about algorithms in computers
no modern novelist with a clue
as to programming, coding...
bullet shining and diamond biting quality testing
a hack in googlewhacking and
years ago i hacked an iPod the wrong way...
had a bunch of scratched CDs... copied them
into an mp4 format, shoved them into the iPod
and what happened?
the iPod crashed... ****** it right there
right done and proper...
did the same with some lesser known player
with an mp3 format... scratches audible
but the hardware was intact...
like now, hacking my samsung s8....
get frequent messages about moisture getting into
my USB port... hardly...
the phone is old and by "capitalistic" standards
of new **** newer **** newest ****
"needs" replacement... no... it doesn't...
(all misnomers in "quotes": have to air them out
like ***** sheets)
hit the restart button and once the the second
loading screen comes on
plug in the USB and the phone recharges just fine...
but (i) still have to hack the hardware
while the soft machines update themselves: pronto...
i'm using chatGPT to do the custard churning
of content for me...
and i use sololearn for stretching
punctuation marks
into flying paper rides into 3D...
like so:
<p>paraphrasing</p>
<button>grease</button>
{else
/^exchanging results>/
]wormholes[
but that's still basic trimming:
i'd rather be in the garden
doing so autumnal cleaning -
spring cleaning in the house
while the garden requires autumnal cleaning:
pretty neat...
oh the joy of knowing a slavic language
and a germanic language: perfect fusion...
for nuancing furthest apart, historically speaking:
borrowing from the 20th century...
щ is szcz is also šč
(******* pressed on qwerty s then
ring finger pressing down on 3
index finger pressing down on
c and the ring finger again pressing down on 3
for the crowns)
the only languages where these sounds
couple together (or at least, that i know of) -
дeщ - deszcz -
but there's something inherently wrong with
the Russian script -
you actually want for the transliteration
to be complete...
as was the case with the transliteration
of Greek into Latin...
namely the following letters:
a e m
i mean: kudos on transliterating
iota into и...
but a bit lazy, drunk almost,
having left a and e intact... and m (μ)
α ε.
evidently you wouldn't use ε if you already
used it for з ζ (zet o zet)
and i understand that O is infinitely
un-transliterate-able...
л λ...
sore sight for sore eyes... this unfinished
Russian script...
it could be finished like so:
ɐ ǝ borrowing from я
which would leave m in the hands of...
well...
if not the myslite or something akin...
given the mu is hμ
hunch: i.e. hmm...
ღ (georgian ghani
or ო oni
or even ლ lasi)
then again... how about armenian?
ah... borrowing the armenian π:
պ...
boy...
мальчик could become
պɐльчик
all hypothetical stuff...
դեշճ
or via mkhedruli (st. george)
ᲓᲔᲷ (schva - ooh... ease in a sh for heaven's sake,
welcome the reaper) -
which is still rain... implying it was a happy sunny
day in England and i'm scribbling this down
brzeg: the shoreline.... a marriage of george
and armenia...
բᲯեᲒ
so much for ceasefires and fanatical marches
with ******* star of david "transliteration"
placards are brandished by supposedly very sensible
people...
to alleviate my confusion i had to watch a historical
programme on t.v. about the history of the ᛋᛋ
because i'm quite frankly a little confused
like i might be with a quiet quite...
easy mistake...
oh yes, i do mean the glam black Hugo Boss ᛋᛋ...
but still in some wintry part of the world
a journalistic yawn:
a bit like the narrative structure
is awry or the wrong sort of gambling
with memory
given the fright of pan am flight 103, 1988...
in the same year
iran air flight 655...
it's only a question of:
as a people with what narratives do we go forward,
i'm thinking of what narratives i keep...
clearly memory is a fickle beast
and eroded by memorising spelling
and basic arithmetic from an early age
my personal memory hoard is limited
as it should be: or shouldn't?
absolutely zero imagination...
so switched from watching history to watching
charlie and the chocolate history
and became flooded with the memory of
Samuel - how we used to walk to school
almost every single day for a year or so...
how he loved Roald Dahl and how reading
really wasn't my thing...
maybe i was neglected as a child for not reading
books for children: out of self-neglect
because i passed straight into the minds
of Stendhal and Marquis de Sade...
and Plato... oddly enough...
ah... it would appear i'm ready:
to sit down to the mind-custard of prosaic
NVQ level 3 coursework in
spectator safety... officially supervising teams:
on paper... since technically already doing
the practice.