and i sometimes why i have premonitions
of sorts,
one i found myself walking up arthur's seat
in edinburgh, converging on imagining
but not actually seeing fields of crosses -
which is the strange aspect of imagination:
you never actually see what you sometimes
imagines,
               and you never know
these these "visions" will precipitate to make
them real,
   i didn't know syria would become a playground
for crosses,
  the world has become too vast to prepare you
with a certainty of locality,
syria being one of these loci;
yet you still walk around three days prior
like a shadow,
morose, bewildered and rarely speaking,
only saying the odd hello,
   because, deep down: something is brewing,
and it will not be pretty,
you *****, take a **** about give time,
reaching a limit whereby you're left *******
a liquidated form of a body of a ****...
and still nothing feel right...
   and then being rudely woken at 3 a.m. in
the the night, left to scout the place and invite
the shadows into your abode...
    as i was once asked:
      let me die on the threshold of death -
fully conscious of the inevitable -
i'm starting to think that mort in somnia
(death in your sleep) is the worst way to go...
as i still can't believe that sophistry has evolved
to the extent that there are no dialecticians
at hand, simply because there is always
a mediating figure in the "discussion" -
i find that staggering -
   that the most eloquent speakers of our times
really do require mediators,
instigators of punctuation marks of a discussion...
just like i find it odd that the american term
pollack is deemed "offensive", actually,
it's quite complimentary,
   it's so near jackson and the randomness of
his paintings...
      between pole poll paul, i'd prefer the original
pronunciation of the term,
sure, the aesthetic of the spelling if
slightly odd, but at least people get
the pollack jokes - and no paul's lacking -
  polak is very much akin to the original spresch...
and i sometimes do imagines the idea of
anglo-swabians, rather than the anglo-saxons
settling among the druids, and calling boars:
wild hogs...
           it was never, and never will be
a degrading term, it will actually always be,
plus / minus the jokes
  akin to the picts inventing the copper wire
why fighting over a penny: stretching it...
a skint debate...
         at least we get be rid of the poles,
the polls, the norths & the souths,
                  and the (st.) pauls...
which brings me to a bilingual etymological
comparison...
   the germanic people see the ethnicity of
the slav as simply a people: shying away from
adding an E...
      let invite you on a little secret -
you that in slavic etymology
          slav ≠ slave, rather -
      słowianin = root word słowo,
meaning word - and that's just shy of
sława, i.e. fame?
what's that in irish? a short hand form of -
scrubbing radishes clean?
      it's just staggering that people require
a mediator to practice dialectics...
    people are so well-versed in rhetorical
techniques, that their supposedly well-versed
staging of elocution, perfected,
actually requires a mediator to calm people down;
i'd really love to see a take on dialectics
without: third party influencers,
mediators, barometers...
     the missing third limb...
     when at least one of the people in the discussion
could aid the cushioning effect,
  and always reply with:
      genesis primo - revertere ut primus -
momentum est in principium...
     all poetry reverts to a beginning -
     there has to be this reverting to a beginning
because only the beginning matters,
and like art, the beginning is an unfathomable
carbasus alba...
        or in scientific terms:
    carbasus nigrum, or the medium
          ex ditto - ad ditto - ad ditto in infinitum -
ad re - idem ditto - ex ditto:
which is very much the idea of a wheel,
worded -
         in more concrete terms, kantian:
a priori ad a posteriori sine ditto.
(without a prior toward an after without
                                     the prior said).