home-made wine can sometimes resemble
hoegaarden beer...
   and every time i drink it... i fool myself
into thinking that there's no Dionysian
song at the end of the bottle...
                    and there isn't any laughter,
well... i soon drift into my daydream:
to speak the same broken german as my
father speaks his broken english...
       mein gott... when will my spirit return
to its resting place?
before the flight, i've stocked up on all
  the current, old matters...
                    for example i approach
heidegger's ponderings ii - vi with the following
statement... θoυτ - da... die μενς -
      thought: it's non-sense... preposition that
differently, groß bitte!
      thought is a non-sense... the hyphen is
there for a reason... nonsense ≠ non-sense...
     i mean, like the notion of soul being extinct
these days, i find thought to be as hard to
find as the soul...
          but it's already 1 in the afternoon,
and the maxim: gentlemen only drink in the afternoon
rings true...
     i can't find thought with my senses...
i can't see it, i can't hear it (although i once claimed
to have heard it), i can't touch it,
      all the pentagram magic incantations
don't seem to work...
          thought... is it really a case of the ought i?
you look at the language of the ponderings ii - vi
and you have to come to the conclusion
that thought is the prime non-sense -
          way way beyond the concept of soul -
i just mean to address
  this phenomenon-noumenon -
                   well, given our track record at not
really creating a fairy tale of this world...
             once more: it's not a case of this being nonsense,
this is but an extension of a non-sense -
       this doesn't prove i think, i never know why
writing something proves that i'm thinking -
   great, bravo, bring on more diatribe...
although non-verbal... purely non-sensual...
    because if i use a certain word that doesn't
appeal to you: i simply prove your heart exists...
   i don't prove the idea of you thinking,
       if i use certain words, i prove your heart
exists, i can't prove that you reason with the words,
because such words come from my
perspective... and as elitist as this might sound:
i didn't use jane eyre as a wedge for my door...
    i just didn't spend too much time on a youtube
channel... i felt the need to do a Beethoven...
    never really knowing whether this words would
be read by a saxophone, violin or trombone...
   or perhaps a ******* clarinet! or sung as:
hosannah! by a castrato... and when the other
eunuchs of other cultures watched a lot of *****
in harems, the post-roman eunuchs were told to sing!
hence the hyphen, in non-sense as in not nonsense
(read Beckett's Watt, same logic),
   the same hyphen used in: samo-gwałt -
now, would the real haberdasher please throw in
another accent...
          (for some reason i always thought
that meant: throwing pebbles onto the road
for grit)
                                 ... haber is certainly not
etymologically german... haben on the other hand is...
   beautiful word that, samogwałt -
ref. lying about your libido...
                      we are never really born with
such a libido as to be perfectly synchronised with
the opposite ***...
                there i go, talking about demonic
fairies...
         because samogwałt means *******,
and to be less confusing, also known as self-****...
the literal translation of the word samo-gwałt
is samo- / self-           -gwałt / -****...
                 but thankfully i don't have the excuse to
use this against someone in my vicinity...
      lucky for me, the Japanese have a vivid
imagination, e.g. Urotsukidōji -
or as i remember it typed into a search engine:
japanese, manga, **** demon /
     japanisch, manga, rhubarb (raub, raps?) dämon.
but only in the context of having read
Beckett's Watt, or heidegger's ii - vi...
   thought, the first proposed non-sense -
      and if the brain could even comprehend
thinking (and not doing the automaton dance
of shooting neurons)... it would simply reply
with a headache...
                                  the brain can't comprehend
thought, given it's perfect penta symmetry
and harmony with the body...
   thought for the brain translates as a headache...
and who said: that we aren't really
standing outside our bodies? if not our own
in a voyeuristic manner... then at least hovering
over others in a narrative manner...
     god forbid in a zeitgeist manner of politics...
    that means ruling the human surf.