Jan 2018
i've been trying to purge myself from
having read a novel:
at almost 1000 pages -
it's hard not to:
i was told: easier to watch
the movie-adaptation...
but i'm reading a different book now
and i'm stuttering...
i have to claim the fallacy
of philosophical literature as being riddled
with the competition of fictional
prose: i keep "stuttering" -
i.e. rereading what is obliviously
there to either absorb or accept -
not in or with a high-mindedness
i write the following words:
i abhor a need to strutter reading
a work of philosophy...
it's already painful encompassing
a paragraph, let alone rereading
a single sentence -
i assure you: you will not recite
a work of such kind with a belief that
doesn't allow me to question, whether you
are, or that you aren't an: actor.
oh, sure - we write about what
we read, but there are so many out there who
write about: what they never read...
an uncomfortable word for me,
notably due to the past participle red -
and to do so in the moment: reed...
some sort of glitch in the grapheme
æ - ash - something truly gravitates a "soul"
to agitate a body into writing this...
for all the perfections of the modern world
there is a verbal anomaly...
as pedant i am prone to spot a bulging
crevice... and the shrinking dreihundret...
i know i will visit my grandfather's
house only once...
as told to throw the rose into
the fresh burial ground of my great-grandmother
i said: NEIN...
and later took it home,
put it under a candle inspection,
and gently burned the red into purple,
to later gnash and grind my teeth's
worth of chipping one of them,
just after the wake, sitting alone in a kitchen,
drinking *****...
i have no germanic affiliation
but it pains me to see them this way,
this medieval masochistic...
so i sometimes utter
a few words in german: for no reason
and for no concern for posterity -
no Berliner can assign me a lineage...
prior to the chipping of the tooth
there was the laughter on the bus
while the priest did his: evading the status
of a common women who died -
in the meantime, just recently i solved
what first appeared an unspectacular
"plagiarism" of a ***- puzzle...
hyphen? forgot the spelling of the rest...
and in the two number blocks:
alternatively odd / even numbers, i.e.
3 | 4 1 | 5 6 | 2
2 1 | 6 3 | 4 5
4 | 6 5 | 2 3 | 1
5 2 | 3 4 | 1 6
1 | 3 2 | 6 5 | 4
6 5 | 4 1 | 2 3
just like the sudoku - although alternatively
even / odd in the brackets...
i attempted it with a sense of failure:
there are three isolated instances:
3 | | 2
...................................
4 | | 1
...................................
1| | 4
..................................
by comparison sudoku was easy...
+++ 3, 3, 3
++ 3, 3, 0
+ 3, 0, 0
- 3
or something like that:
plus the | via _
x x x
x x x
x x x...
and how many times i wished to be
H'eh-sooz from Barcelona -
too many to count the number of springs
i already count to: 31...
well then...
does the following allow me manliness
or armour?
****'s a bit wonky...
funky wonky... but still: dual-stirrup on
that eight legged donkey!
apparently drinking doesn't allow you to:
"properly" count...
for if i had an apple i could
press ******* a key and not let go and
it wouldn't be a ctrl c cntrl p scenario
having to copy "eccentric" markings added
onto letters from the HTTP beast...
name an instance?
súdòkū -
well no, if i'm being deviant why establish
the study of orthography?
yes, the -niece word can be contained
with a samurai blade sharpness
mono-syllable...
hai...
but slow it down?
this is what slow motion looks like...
slow motion in terms of applying
diacritical marks...
you can almost be thankful that
the english-speaking world has
to only contend with:
a. punctuation marks
b. hyphenated words
as reconstruction of
a germanic genesis -
missing in chemistry...
hydrochrloric acid is best condensed
and not left as shrapnel...
- - so best to huddle
and count the space between your fingers
when waving like a... ******* idiot.
but i am still going to "stutter" when
reading a philosophy book -
which is a BIG X (a ******* twist
of +) -
plus...
because i've heard of women who
have reread entire books...
well... **** two birds with one stone...
read a philosophy book:
you'll be reading it twice in a single
sitting...
no point rereading if you're
already rereading it already -
i.e. making cogito scriptums -
mental notes...
and then when you get a chance
to hound a blank echo tunic worth of
a page? hell becomes: democratic -
and each has his own: say...
why wouldn't want to play around
with punctuation marks in a language
that has no diacritical precedence as bound
to Latin - with the only insinuation
being the lost artefact of carving graphemes?
already pointed out:
cheap and short -
spot the graphemes!
because, sure as ****,
there's a difference in cattle heap
and summer hornets...
to imagine: i've learned a language in order
to unlearn it, or better still: relearn it,
and become a pedantic aesthetician...
wel... but if the germans can make S S
into a ß - ah... the noun game -
it's a digraph and not a grapheme because
the two letters are twins worth
merging and
not siamese akin to... worth cutting apart:
is that not just a B, but also
nuanced as merely Zet?via
gro-z-es - vizier?
where is that H to catch the O
prior to anticipating the hyphen?
back with god...
i have to conceed a remark though:
something really made the jews smart
if what smart meant was: hiding vowels,
or rather making vowels into
diacritical marks akin...
which i can't say the same about arabs...
lucky the oil's there...
this riddle will exhaust me
and i will never write a decent effort to
satisfy me...
thus i rather leave it at that:
having exhausted, rather than abadoned
this palace of a former blank space...
there are bound to be squatters ready
to inherit a peel of an orange for zest
of an orange i just ate.
but i still manged to drink alone:
under the banner of to-ast!
and that really is the distinguishable
desire to apply diacritical marks
when to and too are indistinguishable
when otherwise: pool and pol(l)
are apparent -
something is honestly wriggling
in english trying to get out...
maybe a death of a certain bilingualism.
having read a novel:
at almost 1000 pages -
it's hard not to:
i was told: easier to watch
the movie-adaptation...
but i'm reading a different book now
and i'm stuttering...
i have to claim the fallacy
of philosophical literature as being riddled
with the competition of fictional
prose: i keep "stuttering" -
i.e. rereading what is obliviously
there to either absorb or accept -
not in or with a high-mindedness
i write the following words:
i abhor a need to strutter reading
a work of philosophy...
it's already painful encompassing
a paragraph, let alone rereading
a single sentence -
i assure you: you will not recite
a work of such kind with a belief that
doesn't allow me to question, whether you
are, or that you aren't an: actor.
oh, sure - we write about what
we read, but there are so many out there who
write about: what they never read...
an uncomfortable word for me,
notably due to the past participle red -
and to do so in the moment: reed...
some sort of glitch in the grapheme
æ - ash - something truly gravitates a "soul"
to agitate a body into writing this...
for all the perfections of the modern world
there is a verbal anomaly...
as pedant i am prone to spot a bulging
crevice... and the shrinking dreihundret...
i know i will visit my grandfather's
house only once...
as told to throw the rose into
the fresh burial ground of my great-grandmother
i said: NEIN...
and later took it home,
put it under a candle inspection,
and gently burned the red into purple,
to later gnash and grind my teeth's
worth of chipping one of them,
just after the wake, sitting alone in a kitchen,
drinking *****...
i have no germanic affiliation
but it pains me to see them this way,
this medieval masochistic...
so i sometimes utter
a few words in german: for no reason
and for no concern for posterity -
no Berliner can assign me a lineage...
prior to the chipping of the tooth
there was the laughter on the bus
while the priest did his: evading the status
of a common women who died -
in the meantime, just recently i solved
what first appeared an unspectacular
"plagiarism" of a ***- puzzle...
hyphen? forgot the spelling of the rest...
and in the two number blocks:
alternatively odd / even numbers, i.e.
3 | 4 1 | 5 6 | 2
2 1 | 6 3 | 4 5
4 | 6 5 | 2 3 | 1
5 2 | 3 4 | 1 6
1 | 3 2 | 6 5 | 4
6 5 | 4 1 | 2 3
just like the sudoku - although alternatively
even / odd in the brackets...
i attempted it with a sense of failure:
there are three isolated instances:
3 | | 2
...................................
4 | | 1
...................................
1| | 4
..................................
by comparison sudoku was easy...
+++ 3, 3, 3
++ 3, 3, 0
+ 3, 0, 0
- 3
or something like that:
plus the | via _
x x x
x x x
x x x...
and how many times i wished to be
H'eh-sooz from Barcelona -
too many to count the number of springs
i already count to: 31...
well then...
does the following allow me manliness
or armour?
****'s a bit wonky...
funky wonky... but still: dual-stirrup on
that eight legged donkey!
apparently drinking doesn't allow you to:
"properly" count...
for if i had an apple i could
press ******* a key and not let go and
it wouldn't be a ctrl c cntrl p scenario
having to copy "eccentric" markings added
onto letters from the HTTP beast...
name an instance?
súdòkū -
well no, if i'm being deviant why establish
the study of orthography?
yes, the -niece word can be contained
with a samurai blade sharpness
mono-syllable...
hai...
but slow it down?
this is what slow motion looks like...
slow motion in terms of applying
diacritical marks...
you can almost be thankful that
the english-speaking world has
to only contend with:
a. punctuation marks
b. hyphenated words
as reconstruction of
a germanic genesis -
missing in chemistry...
hydrochrloric acid is best condensed
and not left as shrapnel...
- - so best to huddle
and count the space between your fingers
when waving like a... ******* idiot.
but i am still going to "stutter" when
reading a philosophy book -
which is a BIG X (a ******* twist
of +) -
plus...
because i've heard of women who
have reread entire books...
well... **** two birds with one stone...
read a philosophy book:
you'll be reading it twice in a single
sitting...
no point rereading if you're
already rereading it already -
i.e. making cogito scriptums -
mental notes...
and then when you get a chance
to hound a blank echo tunic worth of
a page? hell becomes: democratic -
and each has his own: say...
why wouldn't want to play around
with punctuation marks in a language
that has no diacritical precedence as bound
to Latin - with the only insinuation
being the lost artefact of carving graphemes?
already pointed out:
cheap and short -
spot the graphemes!
because, sure as ****,
there's a difference in cattle heap
and summer hornets...
to imagine: i've learned a language in order
to unlearn it, or better still: relearn it,
and become a pedantic aesthetician...
wel... but if the germans can make S S
into a ß - ah... the noun game -
it's a digraph and not a grapheme because
the two letters are twins worth
merging and
not siamese akin to... worth cutting apart:
is that not just a B, but also
nuanced as merely Zet?via
gro-z-es - vizier?
where is that H to catch the O
prior to anticipating the hyphen?
back with god...
i have to conceed a remark though:
something really made the jews smart
if what smart meant was: hiding vowels,
or rather making vowels into
diacritical marks akin...
which i can't say the same about arabs...
lucky the oil's there...
this riddle will exhaust me
and i will never write a decent effort to
satisfy me...
thus i rather leave it at that:
having exhausted, rather than abadoned
this palace of a former blank space...
there are bound to be squatters ready
to inherit a peel of an orange for zest
of an orange i just ate.
but i still manged to drink alone:
under the banner of to-ast!
and that really is the distinguishable
desire to apply diacritical marks
when to and too are indistinguishable
when otherwise: pool and pol(l)
are apparent -
something is honestly wriggling
in english trying to get out...
maybe a death of a certain bilingualism.
