among european nations, the poles get self-conscious
by comparing themselves as: the cinderella of europe.
i’ve never felt so out of place
on the continent than when western
nations embraced islam so coherently
as to leave it trickling the right politico of
the global affair.
england must therefore be sleeping beauty...
wakes up at the point in the chronology of retirement...
i can’t say who snow white is...
who are the seven nation dwarfes to compare
itself to?
german i guess.
nowadays every politician in england is an eager tourist
travelling to syria...
they want to build the acropolis somewhere,
i think democracy is cowardly politics: it’s
status quo qua fecit id -
pass the blame, musical chairs.
otherwise i find food / restaurant critics the most
sane in the opinion columns of the times...
lets have a dialectical session over raw steak.
on a walk, with beer and concessions of thought,
passed rapahel park
stood for a whole beer to admire the upside down 本* shaped fountain
illuminated by itself across the lake...
and the moon, with two encircling circles...
i’m guessing the first orb could be defined
as the size of the sun should the sun be closer
to the earth if it was as far from the earth as the moon.
well that’s almost an orthodox cross...
but the hon-fountain was shaped so...
and i’ve never seen landscape paintings
taken in the night... the near monochromatic craving...
so * = both hon and pan...
i know why the asiatic people are so good with numbers...
numbers are very well attired as twins of latin letters...
maybe that’s why english is so wide-spread
so easily acquired by so many people of such diversity...
8 and o and o, b and o and o, z and 5, etc.,
it’s no wonder we have such a lingua orbis...
because the letters are as rigid as numbers...
and the linguistic complexity of asiatic people
means... well... they can take a break from
complex linguistics by using numbers... no wonder
their poetry is merely haikus.
so i woke up in alaska today... didn’t see the sun...
then i travelled to japan via the television...
10,000 black bears on honshu mainland island...
nāra deer, walk into a scared wooden temple
with a 15m buddha sitting waiting for the counting of matchsticks...
the deer walk in, tamed by deer biscuits,
apparently a god rode a deer to this place...
they nudge and bow... get biscuits...
attempt divinity perfectly, walk out...
the old stags remain in the forest waiting for another god
to ride them into the temple.
then there’s the tanuki of tokyo, the racoon dog...
good luck charm and a restaurant investment:
plate up of fried rice... or plate down encouraging the 5sec rule?
then there’s the western coast with bio-fluorescent squid
getting washed up on the marine boulevard of reminiscences of stars
fallen into neon blue...
then the cherry blossom bloom where everyone gathers
to express the japanese aesthetic mono no aware (the pathos of things):
i did once say - people don’t annoy me... things do!
the victorian once fabled streetlights on gidea ave. through to parkway -
such a hope of from the darkness... the 6ft2 and 110kg giant walked
trying out his shadow in various changing rooms of the
passed streetlamps;
or i could have watched k-factor (kareoke factor), adele’s hello?
too soon, too soon... no wonder he messed it up.