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Mateuš Conrad May 2016
all i'm saying is that the tetragrammaton was lying about in full view, an umbrella on the train; the tetragrammaton was just there for the taking, in english... and no jew noticed it, or picked it up.

poetic proliferance comes at a price designated the role
of anti-oratory - imagination and memory
are scattered narratives, thought the prime of the three,
an animal is bombarded  with sensual impressions,
a feline pet is the ultimate unit of fighting against
this constant bombardment  of sensual impressions,
before us, the ultimate leisure  activity, albeit without us
actual engaging in it personally; we created such utensils
as memory and imagination to counter-act the vacuum
of unnecessarily narrating a sunset and a sunrise, a comet's
flight. pro life interference - a snake shedding its skin, e.g.
non-oratory, even anti, poetry for bookshelves, for dust,
migraines, moths and bookworm larvae;
for shrapnel ego... for stances in aesthetics like:
run DMC's *it's like that
, countered
with... 'and i thought disco polo was bad.'
cheap thrills, scribbles on toilet paper,
marquis de sade made an inkwell from
his wrist, blood on white:
Boabdil gives the Granada key to Ferdinand and Isabella
v. kazimir MALEVICH's red square,
                                painterly realism of a peasant woman
in two dimension
-
a Faustian gamble... mental retardation...
no curly curves on pillars, no mention
of Pompeii... mythical Atlantis with its sea-monkeys
agile in water but hardly acrobatic on earth
(exceptions due to Russian Lolitas)...
no regime, no rigour, too much jealousy surrounding
the Renaissance art-schools, jealousy, greed,
fat parasites invoking their name, say, Raphael
as useful as the noun tree, hammer, ship tried to be...
hell the mad dog without a KA GA NIEC
and off the leash... you really can't expect more
abstracts... but art follows science,
what with anti-matter, subatomic particles,
art will see less beauty and science more complications,
both will be working on abstracts...
enter the art critics with their narratives...
also due to the fact that calculators replaced our
natural ability to process arithmetically...
hence a lost technique of arithmetic and a more
sensual engagement in the motto: precipitating
toward a MALEVICH black cross, black square etc.
was the art movement cubism - unravelling
the cube post-scriptum in it all... *******
this ultra-modern fascination with Python-gruesome-oraz
(oraz translated as: also) -
come the critics and their narratives
of triangles without a thinking-do-d'ah suggesting
trigonometry or a squared + b squared
equates to c square (or a hypotenuse...
likewise with hippopotamus i'm dyslexic to mind the
matter too much... honest to god,
i'm dyslexic with certain words - mainly because
it's hardly a scene in a pub: 'pint of ale my good man'),
and added to the chaos of lack of diacritic
in english, you tend to be chaotic with punctuation,
and the words stemming from the latin
æ grapheme (graphite, the tertiary carbon representation)
simply coagulate into a rancid custard of
non-differential puzzles via sūdoku - now repeat
after me, the sharp Japanese HI! sù doku!
HI! HI! well, aye, but it's sùdoku! HI! HI!
si sense... and there's the roundabout.
i'm probably the first poet of darwinism,
i got a blank in my head and i just allow the poem
to evolve... why sù and not sú?
you aim to repress, insert a quasi pause, stress
the would be associated categorisation of sù
as prefix... the doku comes as an suffix -
in culinary terms that's representative of
a hunchback leaning over a *** of sauce and
invoking a movement, a whiffing to get the scents
ticking the nostril fibres - wave in, entice - so indeed
the Japanese punctuation omitted in universal
encoding: - (the hyphen), the sharp impromptu
HI! (HIGH... *******, they're one and the same!)
sùdoku hin ji roo shika! that's samurai for:
i said sharpen my samurai sword like a mathematical
rubric of the 2 times table: 2 x 1, 2 x 2, 2 x 3... etc.
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2016
Dzień dobry,  ok, ustalimy koszty na 100 egz. zajmę się tym po świętach, bo będę wyjeżdzać. Wiem, że miał Pan prawo zwątpić, ale w Polsce inaczej mimo wszystko podchodzi się do poezji, mam wrażenie, że tu nadal jest ona ważna. Bardzo wiele wydaje się tomików poetów - amatorów, są oni zrzeszeni w klubach poetyckich. Cieszę się, że Pan ma też swoich czytelników, to super, myślę, że tomik Pana zadowoli i oczywiście wieczorek z poezją też. Może uda się Panu przyjechać ? ale to jeszcze dalsza perspektywa, mama mówiła, że może sierpień. Pozdrawiam.*

oczywiście, skoro pani prosi, przyjade... wiem, ta niesfoboda różnic perspektyw, na zachodzie jest ważna muzyka, ta forma ubustwa poezji... rym na rym na rym etc. ile czasu jest potrzebne tyle racze zgodą i kiwaniem głowy, nie chce sie wpraszać z tą obawą zaniedbania... w sumie nie ja wykonuje tą "brudną" robote publikacji. oraz dziękuje za brak formalności z tymi słowami przed moimi... chociaż rękopis by wiele więcej wykrył w ramach odpowiedzi, tzn. czułosci; jednym słowem: dziękuje.
Mateuš Conrad Mar 2016
and you now see what they made me do? i'd never thought it would come to this, that i had to crawl back to the mainland of europe to find a publisher, because the appreciation of publishing poetry in england is null, nil, zero, nothing, a mustard seed's worth of hope; this mediation of saving the amazon rainforest to save up on paper and the first yawn of the digital age, among cat videos and ****, there you have it, a massive blotch on the intended utility of this **** thing - i'm not even angry any more, just ****** nervous - or as the old writer said in his appreciation of poverty and feeling guilty concerning what he deemed to be his riches (a record collection and a private library): happy trails kids.*

Droga Pani Anno,

przepraszam za popszedni email, mianowicie że był on bez poważnej formy i tematyki, taki po prostu skrutem. Lecz przez osiem lat nie-ustannego pisania, pisząc do osoby w pozycji umożliwienia publikacji wkroczyła we mnie trema opisywania rzeczywitości - tzn. kiedy widze śledząc pisanie innych poetow na internecie - i tą marude znaną jako rozczarowanie jeżeli chodzi o szanse publikacji, nie tylko jednego wiersza w magazynie poetickim, a o całej książce własnych wierszy to już ża dużo można powiedziec o aborcji dalszych i utrzymanych ambicji. Myśle wiec ze 100 egzemplarzy nie jest asz tak nie realistyczne, wiem że poezja snuci swą muzyke dla nie wielu czytelkników, określone najlepiej dwoma obserwaciami: w angielskich gazetach można spotkać recenzje książek na wiele tematów (autobiografie najczęsciej), lecz o poezji praktycznie nic, oraz fakt że nie dawno tylko jedna książka poezji osiągneła sprzedaż ~10,000 egzemplarzy w Angli - a mówie że 100 nie jest nie realistyczne poniewarz na jednej stronie (hellopoetry.com) mam około 40 zawziętych czytaczy - 936 wierszy i wszytkie przeczytane przez tą skromną kadre - a na facebook.com mam 178 znajomych których poznałem czy to na uniwersytecie czy też w szkole. Tak, a więc 100 egzemplarzy.

Mateusz Conrad E.
Mateuš Conrad May 2016
she was all but the anorexia in stockings...
a drum! a drum! a drum!
a guitar riff! NA HOO!
ARA *** KRA! FA ARN NA SHAMACH!
WAR! WOO AR! WAR!
DRIBBLE DRIBBLE GOON DA BA'H DA'H!
JA 'OON GAMMA! NACH
SZASCHT ET EAT CZECH I SUM! 'UNGAR!
BO MONGOŁ TO MUZUŁMAN ETC.,
WOJNA! A TOLSTOY DA POKÓJ -
JA DAM WOJNE BY MI BLISKY ADWENT
CZYLI ANTI... NA CZELE GRÓZU BEMBEN!
JA DAM O CO KAŻDY CHŁOPAK PROSI!
KREW! I TE CIEPŁE OCZY MORDOWNI!
JAKO STO KALORII I MIĘSA CHYBA UM UM BLUŹNI!
OKEJ OKEJ, TO MÓJ SĄSIAD. O
KURWA... ZA PÓŹNO!
ALE TARGOWICA NADAL TRWA...
ORAZ RADIO MARYJA! NO TO PRAWIE
CAŁY KONTYNENT! CHIMPANZEE CHAMPAGNE
KOREK POP? JA TEJ... WIDMO CZYLI KOLOR
JAKO AKCENT CZERŃ: zwany kura, i w... no chyba
zwane to jajo tes!
BML Aug 2013
Tak bez aspiracji, bez admiracji,
Hałasuje oraz wykrzykuje nie mając racji.
Chaos, Hańba, pogardzenie,
Jestem cool, gdzieś mam ciebie.
Właśnie już, tu i teraz, bez żadnej biurokracji.
BML Sep 2013
Co tam Aga ,dobrze będzie,
W biegu, w pracy oraz wszędzie,
Zawsze szukam twe objęcie,
Bo Ty dajesz mi oparcie,
Albo jestem w wielkim błędzie.
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2017
i was a chubby kid, sure...
                                      when i moved to england,
i was guzzling down cans of coca-cola
                                  like mad...
                                            back in poland?
climbing trees,
        playing hide & seek,
   going to bonfires where we
threw potatoes into the fire
and later ate them, smoked,
        covered in ash.
     and ****, i did work out from
the age of 18 to the age of 21...
gym, squash, cyciling in a frenzy
on the narrow country-roads
of essex...
   i might have had a six-pack...
at the zenith i weighed in at under
80kg...
                     i managed to
dig out the sort of underwear
i used to wear a few days ago...
   and started thinking: is this a
handerchief, or a napkin?
       do i put this on my hand,
or on my head?
         at 115kg...
    the exercise i get up to today?
  no, nope, no treadmill, now rowing machine...
no gym in general...
      a litre of *** every night...
i can't and even won't begin
to apologiße... can't be bothered...
    what i will apologiße about is:
on the odd day, i might prefer
    monster magnet's version of donovan's
song three king fishers...
          just for the oomph of guitars!
              oh ****, the sitar is still there.
i remember talking about this
with my drug dealer over a joint once...
****... what was his name?
              massive afro, a lenny kravitz
look-alike...
                 great smoking session,
obviously i was not on a parallel with him,
given the snorting sound...
   what? *******...
       amphetamines are for poor kids,
or luftwaffe... or isis...
                 the drug is an all army...
    i once talked to an ex-convict,
       turned dub-step d.j.,
          his main complaint from being addicted
to amphetamine? insomnia...
     well... d'uh... that's what the luftwaffe
had to experience, to give rise of
the london blitz: being wide-awake,
         setting off from an airport in berlin.
the thing is... i don't remember having
a body being under 80 kilograms,
    or something resembling a six-pack...
    i have no idea as to why that's the case,
it's like i was drunk for 3 years, and
drank too much, and on a chance
of "nostalgia"... i can only remember clipping
my toenails.
             i'm more orientated these days...
i either have a goatee, or a beard,
   or a double-chin...
              **** me, exercise is great...
a litre of *** per night?
                     it's not exactly a six-pack...
but something of a balloon parameter...
     a sheep-stomach...
              to be honest, with regard to this
being a very narcissitic piece?
                i find creating fictional characters
too difficult...
      i don't like creating shields for myself...
i'm stressing the genesis story
  of stripping all my clothes & masks off;
well, if poetry doesn't tread or raise itself
to the dizzy heights of biblical "metaphor" -
then obviously the biblical,
   could never become contemporary,
the translation is temporal...
   in poetic "anti-scientific" terms: it too evolves;
how can there not be an evolutionary
undercurrent of a book, that has established
institutions like the vatican, the church?
              john milton knew it was
an evolutionary text, like the darwinists stated
that the ape body was also an evolutionary canvas...
    for some reason, coming from the east,
i feel implored to avoid the cliché standard
of working on the book of genesis...
                 i feel a need to be immersed in
the book of exodus... once the jews began
congregating in israel,
           the poles started dispersing -
               *dzięki leszek, leszek **** wojensa...
                     no, i oraz: król zefa-wółtyłka.

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