Oct 2017
you can really only begin critiquing a movie, beginning with the soundtrack, and, my my, wasn't T2 such a pleasurable follow-up.
you ever noticed how you can't look
at a moon, cross-eyed,
with only one eye?
a debilitatingly obvious fact,
when i started integrating into english
society, i said to myself:
make sure you know the sewers of
this city of tongue,
make sure you know every nook &
cranny, make sure you can speak
the native, better than the natives...
i think i did a fair good job,
after all, english speakers think that
english is a difficult language to learn,
not to a bright-spark aged 8,
this other italian kid, fat as a doughnut
didn't bite into the tongue as rapaciously
as i did...
and so it went:
synthesise the acquired for about 20 years,
and then analyse it later...
my my, what a kinder surprise it
ended up becoming!
but have you ever gazed at the moon
cross-eyed? suddenly you become
no more the *polyphemus...
you start looking at the moon cross-eyed
and suddenly two moons appear,
the optical lambda stops working,
what once was Λ, become a V -
and you really get to see the world
of polyophemus' father: poseidon,
because everything almost looks submerged
under water...
V
Λ two in 'ere,
two up 'er,
almost like the sunset on
tatooine...
and always that persistent guilt over
"ooh the bad n- word",
oh sure, besides the fact that i befriended
a 60+ year old ghanian grandfather in
the off-lice, once upon a pumpkin-carriage
tale time ago, and i always end the conversation
by a handshake that involves to of mine
and only one of his...
so i feel this much . of "despair" /
"responsibility" when using
a toothbrush... *****, i ain't got beef,
but cut some slack on the shifty every changing
nature of urban slang,
***** might just mean: a shady individual,
and if i can't say nigh-jer (niger),
what am i going to replace it with, nigel?!
if that's offensive, then i think we really
did a pish-poor job at slaughtering each other
or making ***** films...
obviously we need to crank up the heat...
tell you what...
you know what the "holy roman empire"
shifted a tad bit to the east,
and involves poland, former czechoslovakia
and hungary?
first of all, the languages are a bit hard...
and not everyone speaks english
like they do in the benelux or scandinavia,
that's for starters, but the poles received two
great gifts from the german people,
first the marienburg castle given to us by
the teutonic crusaders of the north,
and second of all...
auschwitz-birkenau, majdanek, auschwitz zwei
(they're intact, and can be quiet easily
reponened)...
i can't even believe i managed to translate
english black humour...
i thought some things were never
possible...
william burroughs in his book
the cat inside talks about the SS training...
the initiation into the upper ranks of
the SS was to gouge out the eyes of a pet
cat after feeding & cuddling the cat for a month...
to eliminate the pity-poison and mould
the complete übermensch...
then he goes on to say how he would never
hurt a cat...
these sort of people,
the ones that value animal life over human
life can actually become the foremost conscripts...
with my ginger quarus?
that ******* annoying luciano paravortti?
that qat qaeda who ***** in peoples beds
and deserves a smack?
give me half an hour,
a bottle of *** and i'll tell you once the time is
done...
but you see... the german have
actually provided gifts...
these sites are deterrents...
and if you travel to warsaw in december,
and land there, and walk outside the airport...
you might as well fall it scythia...
feral lands, i know i've said this before,
but i've just been rewatching commentary
videos from 2015 / 6 events...
i've stopped identifying the reality of:
it's only real when i've encountered it,
and: it's just a media coverage when it hasn't
happened to me...
and sometimes i just end up
drinking and writing something:
completely mediocre, since i know it's
provoking some sort of hornets' nest of emotion,
and that the only redeeming part of this
exhausting effort (due to its mundane
subject matter) is the optical diamond -
for the most part, we peer into the world
with two eyes that are so calibrated to be effectively
synchronised, convergent,
looking at the convergence point,
clearly indicates that when converging,
the eyes diverge, and are actually parallel...
i have absolutely no idea how
this happens, the whole: looks upright
but then translate to the brain is actually
upside-down is one thing, but that's the vertical
aspect, i mean the horizontal explanation
of the eyes... how, even though they are
placed at a parallel, they actually manage to
converge, whereby polyphemus' one
is as good as our two...
i don't have the resources to explore
of given an answer in concreto,
just one guy,
having a drink, looking at the moon,
cross-eyed.
you ever noticed how you can't look
at a moon, cross-eyed,
with only one eye?
a debilitatingly obvious fact,
when i started integrating into english
society, i said to myself:
make sure you know the sewers of
this city of tongue,
make sure you know every nook &
cranny, make sure you can speak
the native, better than the natives...
i think i did a fair good job,
after all, english speakers think that
english is a difficult language to learn,
not to a bright-spark aged 8,
this other italian kid, fat as a doughnut
didn't bite into the tongue as rapaciously
as i did...
and so it went:
synthesise the acquired for about 20 years,
and then analyse it later...
my my, what a kinder surprise it
ended up becoming!
but have you ever gazed at the moon
cross-eyed? suddenly you become
no more the *polyphemus...
you start looking at the moon cross-eyed
and suddenly two moons appear,
the optical lambda stops working,
what once was Λ, become a V -
and you really get to see the world
of polyophemus' father: poseidon,
because everything almost looks submerged
under water...
V
Λ two in 'ere,
two up 'er,
almost like the sunset on
tatooine...
and always that persistent guilt over
"ooh the bad n- word",
oh sure, besides the fact that i befriended
a 60+ year old ghanian grandfather in
the off-lice, once upon a pumpkin-carriage
tale time ago, and i always end the conversation
by a handshake that involves to of mine
and only one of his...
so i feel this much . of "despair" /
"responsibility" when using
a toothbrush... *****, i ain't got beef,
but cut some slack on the shifty every changing
nature of urban slang,
***** might just mean: a shady individual,
and if i can't say nigh-jer (niger),
what am i going to replace it with, nigel?!
if that's offensive, then i think we really
did a pish-poor job at slaughtering each other
or making ***** films...
obviously we need to crank up the heat...
tell you what...
you know what the "holy roman empire"
shifted a tad bit to the east,
and involves poland, former czechoslovakia
and hungary?
first of all, the languages are a bit hard...
and not everyone speaks english
like they do in the benelux or scandinavia,
that's for starters, but the poles received two
great gifts from the german people,
first the marienburg castle given to us by
the teutonic crusaders of the north,
and second of all...
auschwitz-birkenau, majdanek, auschwitz zwei
(they're intact, and can be quiet easily
reponened)...
i can't even believe i managed to translate
english black humour...
i thought some things were never
possible...
william burroughs in his book
the cat inside talks about the SS training...
the initiation into the upper ranks of
the SS was to gouge out the eyes of a pet
cat after feeding & cuddling the cat for a month...
to eliminate the pity-poison and mould
the complete übermensch...
then he goes on to say how he would never
hurt a cat...
these sort of people,
the ones that value animal life over human
life can actually become the foremost conscripts...
with my ginger quarus?
that ******* annoying luciano paravortti?
that qat qaeda who ***** in peoples beds
and deserves a smack?
give me half an hour,
a bottle of *** and i'll tell you once the time is
done...
but you see... the german have
actually provided gifts...
these sites are deterrents...
and if you travel to warsaw in december,
and land there, and walk outside the airport...
you might as well fall it scythia...
feral lands, i know i've said this before,
but i've just been rewatching commentary
videos from 2015 / 6 events...
i've stopped identifying the reality of:
it's only real when i've encountered it,
and: it's just a media coverage when it hasn't
happened to me...
and sometimes i just end up
drinking and writing something:
completely mediocre, since i know it's
provoking some sort of hornets' nest of emotion,
and that the only redeeming part of this
exhausting effort (due to its mundane
subject matter) is the optical diamond -
for the most part, we peer into the world
with two eyes that are so calibrated to be effectively
synchronised, convergent,
looking at the convergence point,
clearly indicates that when converging,
the eyes diverge, and are actually parallel...
i have absolutely no idea how
this happens, the whole: looks upright
but then translate to the brain is actually
upside-down is one thing, but that's the vertical
aspect, i mean the horizontal explanation
of the eyes... how, even though they are
placed at a parallel, they actually manage to
converge, whereby polyphemus' one
is as good as our two...
i don't have the resources to explore
of given an answer in concreto,
just one guy,
having a drink, looking at the moon,
cross-eyed.
