Jul 2017
ah... we have an intermediate: oh darling... hush... we know the higher ordeals of the arts or intellectual arguments - but don't debase the manual labour... you have an alternative! menial labour! bureaucracy! and brussels is rife with it! a **** forsaken bog where once the amazon rainforest stood proud! grrr! na huja pana i w: gwałt tego burdelu!
people have no time these days?
no time, in these days?
what the space-time dip of
the earth into a wave of augmented
space, killed off time?
people have no time these
days, because: they have ready meals?
people have no time these days
because everything is handy,
say, an electric screwdriver compared
to the manual one?
i still remember my grandfather
having owned a manual drill -
**** me, those things were fun!
and how about those old telephones:
the old rotary dial telephones
(which were a lot of fun, let me tell you,
it made conversations important,
not the type on mobile phones
en route to a night of drinking:
- where are you?
- i'm on the bus.
- how soon will you get here?
- given the traffic? give me 15 minutes.
and that's probably the logest conversation
i had on a mobile phone).
- of **** me, and a phonebox to boot!
ugh: the disappearing spare change:
next on the list of extinction
is the post-box -
never mind the dodo, or the tiger:
we're talking the extinction of inanimate
things!
but had you the pleasure of
holding this mighty artefact that
the *old hand / "eggbeater" drill is (or was):
join the club!
you're prehistory, within
the space of 30+ years... you're a lizard
jedi...
did i tell you that coffee
was alien to my hometown?
yep... my great-grandfather dumped a ****
load of it into the river:
because people didn't know what to
do with it... mind you... only western powers
drifted away to banana republics and
brought back chocs and harsh coffee brews...
the slavs just mellowed with chai tea
in the samovar...
and all this, in the 20th century...
seriously?! no time these days?
what are people so busy about?
are they 20th century farmers without
a combine or a horse?
they have to have with
the 5a.m. cockerel and go to sleep with
sun-set?
they're into hibernating ultra-*****
rabbits during winter: glugging *****
and ******* silly: just to keep warm?
are they treating the electric "fireplace"
that's the television likewise?
oh look, the spark electric invoked
by zeus himself taking pity
on prometheus is speaking!
**** me, well, if i ever had a fireplace,
i'd only think of replacing it with
a television set...
people have no time?
what the **** are they doing?
no one in the 21st century seems to have
discovered the shortcut of a microwave?
what's it there for, this thing?
oh, that's there to give ambiance when
we get bored of the radio...
it just buzzes and we get to think
about bees...
huh?!
people have no time these days...
well **** me... who or what is making
all these people so busy?!
when i say manual labour:
i don't mean menial labour -
oh right right, most ******* in this "arena"
of expression don't know either both
or at least one, given that the construction
industry is like the army...
there's a big ******* difference
between manual labour &
menial labour...
you know the woring hours of a roofer?!
no?!
starts at 8am... and depending on
whether its a day for deliveries...
can end as early as a school-day:
fui-foorty!
oh ya ya...
you think than manual labours
gives a toss about menial labour's
9-to-5 ***-scratching?!
nice to look "busy", isn't it?!
you gonna write a puny & by the way: ******
little column, or you going to also
write a covert propaganda essay akin
to ezra poond for the fascists?
ah, the former...
PEOPLE! HAVE! NO! TIME!
where once manual labour was
championed and natural,
they now "champion" athletics,
and the "natural": oh sorry, sorry for doping
scandals...
mind you, traces of alcohol
are not accepted on construction sites either...
PEOPLE! HAVE! NO! TIME!
that's ******* einstein, that is...
too ******* bored to cook,
too ******* bored to compare a television
for a fireplace...
too ******* bored to listen...
but **** me: all too eager to talk when
the opportunity comes!
hear me talking, ******?
all i hear is: click-tick-click-tick-click-tick
of the keyboard...
all you might hear in an hour
is that: and an annoying meow of
a ginger maine-****: the "i'm in need of
company" ****** of space...
PEOPLE! THESE! DAYS! HAVE! NO! TIME!
but you know what the saddest
essential of the modern critique is?
people have forgotten how to
disagree, let alone levy a dialogue -
trapped in their solipsistic-monologues,
i've seen this countless of times:
how fiction has overpowered platonism,
notably in terms of style,
requiring dialogue...
no, people these days don't
know how to disagree, let alone agree with
each other...
it's a sad end of dialectics...
no one wants to disagree,
to later agree upon a disagreement...
i'd be fine with that...
i don't ask that people agree
at the end of their discourse,
but that they disagree,
and with good deed due, can perhaps
disagree within themselves,
to then chance the spectacle
of agreement with someone else -
but people... have no time... to disagree...
they do what the english do:
they joke...
and you know what i find
to be single-most important
"cardinal" sin? let's just call it:
the papal sin: ridicule...
i can appreciate disagreeing -
but when it comes to ridicule?
did i tell that i used to collect swords?
yeah, have a stash of them...
one's a long hussar cavalry mean
*******, probably the height of
an oompa loompa with blade alone...
within the dialectical dynamic i can appreciate
the fervour of agreeing & simultaneously
disagreeing...
but when people turn to ridicule?
that hussar cavalry sword comes
to mind, and aristophanes' head on it:
in my regard, the equivalent of a white
flag of defeat: i surrender! i surredner!
(bound to the kind of laughter
within the epitome of loci).
people have no time these days?
no time, in these days?
what the space-time dip of
the earth into a wave of augmented
space, killed off time?
people have no time these
days, because: they have ready meals?
people have no time these days
because everything is handy,
say, an electric screwdriver compared
to the manual one?
i still remember my grandfather
having owned a manual drill -
**** me, those things were fun!
and how about those old telephones:
the old rotary dial telephones
(which were a lot of fun, let me tell you,
it made conversations important,
not the type on mobile phones
en route to a night of drinking:
- where are you?
- i'm on the bus.
- how soon will you get here?
- given the traffic? give me 15 minutes.
and that's probably the logest conversation
i had on a mobile phone).
- of **** me, and a phonebox to boot!
ugh: the disappearing spare change:
next on the list of extinction
is the post-box -
never mind the dodo, or the tiger:
we're talking the extinction of inanimate
things!
but had you the pleasure of
holding this mighty artefact that
the *old hand / "eggbeater" drill is (or was):
join the club!
you're prehistory, within
the space of 30+ years... you're a lizard
jedi...
did i tell you that coffee
was alien to my hometown?
yep... my great-grandfather dumped a ****
load of it into the river:
because people didn't know what to
do with it... mind you... only western powers
drifted away to banana republics and
brought back chocs and harsh coffee brews...
the slavs just mellowed with chai tea
in the samovar...
and all this, in the 20th century...
seriously?! no time these days?
what are people so busy about?
are they 20th century farmers without
a combine or a horse?
they have to have with
the 5a.m. cockerel and go to sleep with
sun-set?
they're into hibernating ultra-*****
rabbits during winter: glugging *****
and ******* silly: just to keep warm?
are they treating the electric "fireplace"
that's the television likewise?
oh look, the spark electric invoked
by zeus himself taking pity
on prometheus is speaking!
**** me, well, if i ever had a fireplace,
i'd only think of replacing it with
a television set...
people have no time?
what the **** are they doing?
no one in the 21st century seems to have
discovered the shortcut of a microwave?
what's it there for, this thing?
oh, that's there to give ambiance when
we get bored of the radio...
it just buzzes and we get to think
about bees...
huh?!
people have no time these days...
well **** me... who or what is making
all these people so busy?!
when i say manual labour:
i don't mean menial labour -
oh right right, most ******* in this "arena"
of expression don't know either both
or at least one, given that the construction
industry is like the army...
there's a big ******* difference
between manual labour &
menial labour...
you know the woring hours of a roofer?!
no?!
starts at 8am... and depending on
whether its a day for deliveries...
can end as early as a school-day:
fui-foorty!
oh ya ya...
you think than manual labours
gives a toss about menial labour's
9-to-5 ***-scratching?!
nice to look "busy", isn't it?!
you gonna write a puny & by the way: ******
little column, or you going to also
write a covert propaganda essay akin
to ezra poond for the fascists?
ah, the former...
PEOPLE! HAVE! NO! TIME!
where once manual labour was
championed and natural,
they now "champion" athletics,
and the "natural": oh sorry, sorry for doping
scandals...
mind you, traces of alcohol
are not accepted on construction sites either...
PEOPLE! HAVE! NO! TIME!
that's ******* einstein, that is...
too ******* bored to cook,
too ******* bored to compare a television
for a fireplace...
too ******* bored to listen...
but **** me: all too eager to talk when
the opportunity comes!
hear me talking, ******?
all i hear is: click-tick-click-tick-click-tick
of the keyboard...
all you might hear in an hour
is that: and an annoying meow of
a ginger maine-****: the "i'm in need of
company" ****** of space...
PEOPLE! THESE! DAYS! HAVE! NO! TIME!
but you know what the saddest
essential of the modern critique is?
people have forgotten how to
disagree, let alone levy a dialogue -
trapped in their solipsistic-monologues,
i've seen this countless of times:
how fiction has overpowered platonism,
notably in terms of style,
requiring dialogue...
no, people these days don't
know how to disagree, let alone agree with
each other...
it's a sad end of dialectics...
no one wants to disagree,
to later agree upon a disagreement...
i'd be fine with that...
i don't ask that people agree
at the end of their discourse,
but that they disagree,
and with good deed due, can perhaps
disagree within themselves,
to then chance the spectacle
of agreement with someone else -
but people... have no time... to disagree...
they do what the english do:
they joke...
and you know what i find
to be single-most important
"cardinal" sin? let's just call it:
the papal sin: ridicule...
i can appreciate disagreeing -
but when it comes to ridicule?
did i tell that i used to collect swords?
yeah, have a stash of them...
one's a long hussar cavalry mean
*******, probably the height of
an oompa loompa with blade alone...
within the dialectical dynamic i can appreciate
the fervour of agreeing & simultaneously
disagreeing...
but when people turn to ridicule?
that hussar cavalry sword comes
to mind, and aristophanes' head on it:
in my regard, the equivalent of a white
flag of defeat: i surrender! i surredner!
(bound to the kind of laughter
within the epitome of loci).
