Jan 2019
the time it takes to travel from
ostrowiec świętokrzyski...
mein klein
scheisseloch
aus geburtdorf - - - - - - - - - - - -
arriving at Stansted airport...
at the passport
hall...
achtung bitte...
then some Spanish...
and at last English...
i almost forget where i was...
i was about to write an epic...
saturated with so little
of thought...
but, alas... bombarded
by two shots of bourbon,
distracted by
something found between
a mountain, a chair,
a man and a fern
(yes, a cat... sleeping in my bed)...
imagine being sober for
over a month!
imagine!
one IPA beer throughout
the "tenure" of holy holy holy
- - - - - - - - - - -
my little ****-hole
from, birth-village
what?!
i'm not going to learn German
being so god-**** entrenched in
Englisch and Schlavikschisch...
"too many consonants"...
that's what the English colts
used to say seeing western
Slavic for the first time...
"too many" consonants...
sounds like "t'oo mime'any"
pronouns in the post-Germanicus
post-isch Eisland...
EPIC! EPIC!
over a month sober and...
new year's resolution?
don't visit a brothel...
buy vinyls...
and visit that
gresham publishing company
in London...
with the collection
of Dickens...
- - - - - - - -
(Kandinsky / *******... all over
zis grossenwahn...
great delusion)
but the time it takes to
travel by coach from
ostrowiec świętokrzyski to Warsaw?
see...
you never appreciate certain
types of music genres in
certain places...
opera... where do you listen to opera?
in an operhauß!
pierdolone kacapy!
rho si si... si si kurva... si i zawsze ja!
ия
siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
pierdu pierdu: a.i.
never mind, not today...
not straight off the boat type of...
"poem"...
just a blitzkrieg...
like any blitzkrieg...
reactionary?
that blinking
sensation...
EPI LEP (P)SY
(we'll come onto greek in
a minute...
just one letter...
oh much much prior to
the antithesis of sudoku,
i.e. mahjong,
solitaire...
the OTHER, NPC...
finite model theory...
heinz-dieter ebbing)
point being?
jazz? a bedroom and a cafe...
classical music though?
grand architecture or...
the most mundane "there"
with a crooked mirror of
"being", with what remains:
das ist: da ist nicht!
meine! oder ohne mir!
und es ist...
und es ist...
the compedium of man's surmount
in but a few words made
totem, god, beast or with a mask
to guise a face upon a lake,
a moon delving into Monday,
a scythe into the sickle
and the plums of fortune
come August's choir of wheat...
a trickle of the poetic,
a tickling of the drunk...
and here in England they cared for
what became dyslexic
hyperinflated:
yoga granny yog'ha
for the pronoun:
who what where?
basic... 2 i see two i too c to see
'ere i wh' her i err
who i... go when?
when is pronoun!
times what?
who!
when times what equals who!
woo woo woo...
a whole month speaking nothing
but ****** with my grandparents...
drop my tongue into
a barrel of bourbon...
of course i'll exfoliate!
- and i liked classical music prior...
but...
hmm...
sitting there in the coach,
decided to chose a letter...
i once did this "thought experiment"
while studying the chemically
enchanced marijuana
of post hippy post pink floyd England...
skunk...
how to... pseudo-Buddha...
not think...
seek the holy grail... the third eye...
same **** different cover
*******...
mind you...
it did work...
where did my thinking unbecome
narration?
oh... right... poetry and
the prophecies of the weather forecast:
the solid 5 minutes
of fame ordained to surpass
the 15 already promised
by Dandy W.
classical music...
sitting uncomfortably?
good...
now you need a coach trip...
and...
ideal timing...
from
ostrowiec świętokrzyski
to Warsaw you can listen to
robert schumann's
fantastical tracks op. 12,
arabeska c-dur op. 18,
childhood's scenes op. 15,
forest scenes op. 82
and
beethoven's
IX symphony d-mol op. 125...
entering Warsaw...
like some vague...
comedy of... Wagner...
luftwaffezunahme...
orgasmusrittwalküregodemicheservus
and i just said there...
most uncomfortable...
Λ...
no... not a syllable...
Λ...
two eyes...
and a pin-point...
on the forehead...
a missing, a hush, no narrative...
a "meditation"
(now, that's ambitious)...
lambda...
no... not O(micron,
or -mega)...
Λ...
an... "effect"...
(yes yes, either an ambiguity,
or a misnomer, that " " capsule)
how did i notice Λ?
the digital clock in the coach,
i wanted to encapsulate...
something given,
a priori...
not this:
a posteriori mesh mish mash U O MSH,
this perpetual synthesis
of an acquired tongue...
i wanted to block
a meaning...
so i tuned into the music...
and began blanking, stare-matching
waterfalls to staircaseas...
it began with
14 : 30
14 : : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : : 14 : 31
after a while i deviate
from even minding
the : : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
count
⠃ b
⠅ k
⠭ x
⠃ 2
after a while?
given the λ-effect?
well... y... h... λ... μ...
what the hell
is north is there is no
actual Copernican "north"?
sure... the earth isn't flat...
but "where" the hell is
"north" in the Copernican
scheme of things?!
there isn't one, is, there?
hence the blurry:
magic number on calculator
screens in math class in school:
8008135:
8, ∞, S, 5, rune, sharpened,
etc.
∞, 8: 5 S...
5318008: *******!
IO:3Γ
1b:6B
chess?
poker?
bridge?
IZ:ZS (12:25)...
over a month spent
sober... with an exception
of watching the Decalogue
8 or 9...
(kieślowski) -
with an IPA...
(indian pale ale)...
23rd. of November 2018...
i can still remember
sitting on a barstool next to her,
sipping a Guinness...
at 7am...
i've never seen a woman
read two pages of a book
for so long in my life...
well... attempt to read a book...
contantly checking
her phone...
it's hard to feel ashamed
drinking in the morning
in an airport,
surrounded by hefty
***** in a bunch
heading off for a bachelor
party
with one dressed in
Pampers...
but i kept
her company...
**** me...
23rd November
2018...
a lot must have happened
since then...
she sooner
finished her pint of lager,
i my pint of Guinness,
she checked her phone
more times than i blinked...
and still...
she only managed to
turn only one page
of a book...
bad luck... 'Dannielle'...
a book, an airport,
a morning cover?
- but i've never seen a person
take so much time to turn
over a page or two
of a book...
this is hardly a place
to call into question
a conversation starter:
so watch'ah reading?
is it?
didn't think so...
books, now, then, 10 years ago...
and now...
bypassing standard bearers...
Urban II sorts...
books as items of nouveau vogue
attaches...
sorts:
kippahs of the trendy
Brooklyn sort...
hell: **** it... let's wreck this
like a Machine Head song
akin to bulldozer...
if Pandora had a box...
Eureka had an attic.
ostrowiec świętokrzyski...
mein klein
scheisseloch
aus geburtdorf - - - - - - - - - - - -
arriving at Stansted airport...
at the passport
hall...
achtung bitte...
then some Spanish...
and at last English...
i almost forget where i was...
i was about to write an epic...
saturated with so little
of thought...
but, alas... bombarded
by two shots of bourbon,
distracted by
something found between
a mountain, a chair,
a man and a fern
(yes, a cat... sleeping in my bed)...
imagine being sober for
over a month!
imagine!
one IPA beer throughout
the "tenure" of holy holy holy
- - - - - - - - - - -
my little ****-hole
from, birth-village
what?!
i'm not going to learn German
being so god-**** entrenched in
Englisch and Schlavikschisch...
"too many consonants"...
that's what the English colts
used to say seeing western
Slavic for the first time...
"too many" consonants...
sounds like "t'oo mime'any"
pronouns in the post-Germanicus
post-isch Eisland...
EPIC! EPIC!
over a month sober and...
new year's resolution?
don't visit a brothel...
buy vinyls...
and visit that
gresham publishing company
in London...
with the collection
of Dickens...
- - - - - - - -
(Kandinsky / *******... all over
zis grossenwahn...
great delusion)
but the time it takes to
travel by coach from
ostrowiec świętokrzyski to Warsaw?
see...
you never appreciate certain
types of music genres in
certain places...
opera... where do you listen to opera?
in an operhauß!
pierdolone kacapy!
rho si si... si si kurva... si i zawsze ja!
ия
siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
pierdu pierdu: a.i.
never mind, not today...
not straight off the boat type of...
"poem"...
just a blitzkrieg...
like any blitzkrieg...
reactionary?
that blinking
sensation...
EPI LEP (P)SY
(we'll come onto greek in
a minute...
just one letter...
oh much much prior to
the antithesis of sudoku,
i.e. mahjong,
solitaire...
the OTHER, NPC...
finite model theory...
heinz-dieter ebbing)
point being?
jazz? a bedroom and a cafe...
classical music though?
grand architecture or...
the most mundane "there"
with a crooked mirror of
"being", with what remains:
das ist: da ist nicht!
meine! oder ohne mir!
und es ist...
und es ist...
the compedium of man's surmount
in but a few words made
totem, god, beast or with a mask
to guise a face upon a lake,
a moon delving into Monday,
a scythe into the sickle
and the plums of fortune
come August's choir of wheat...
a trickle of the poetic,
a tickling of the drunk...
and here in England they cared for
what became dyslexic
hyperinflated:
yoga granny yog'ha
for the pronoun:
who what where?
basic... 2 i see two i too c to see
'ere i wh' her i err
who i... go when?
when is pronoun!
times what?
who!
when times what equals who!
woo woo woo...
a whole month speaking nothing
but ****** with my grandparents...
drop my tongue into
a barrel of bourbon...
of course i'll exfoliate!
- and i liked classical music prior...
but...
hmm...
sitting there in the coach,
decided to chose a letter...
i once did this "thought experiment"
while studying the chemically
enchanced marijuana
of post hippy post pink floyd England...
skunk...
how to... pseudo-Buddha...
not think...
seek the holy grail... the third eye...
same **** different cover
*******...
mind you...
it did work...
where did my thinking unbecome
narration?
oh... right... poetry and
the prophecies of the weather forecast:
the solid 5 minutes
of fame ordained to surpass
the 15 already promised
by Dandy W.
classical music...
sitting uncomfortably?
good...
now you need a coach trip...
and...
ideal timing...
from
ostrowiec świętokrzyski
to Warsaw you can listen to
robert schumann's
fantastical tracks op. 12,
arabeska c-dur op. 18,
childhood's scenes op. 15,
forest scenes op. 82
and
beethoven's
IX symphony d-mol op. 125...
entering Warsaw...
like some vague...
comedy of... Wagner...
luftwaffezunahme...
orgasmusrittwalküregodemicheservus
and i just said there...
most uncomfortable...
Λ...
no... not a syllable...
Λ...
two eyes...
and a pin-point...
on the forehead...
a missing, a hush, no narrative...
a "meditation"
(now, that's ambitious)...
lambda...
no... not O(micron,
or -mega)...
Λ...
an... "effect"...
(yes yes, either an ambiguity,
or a misnomer, that " " capsule)
how did i notice Λ?
the digital clock in the coach,
i wanted to encapsulate...
something given,
a priori...
not this:
a posteriori mesh mish mash U O MSH,
this perpetual synthesis
of an acquired tongue...
i wanted to block
a meaning...
so i tuned into the music...
and began blanking, stare-matching
waterfalls to staircaseas...
it began with
14 : 30
14 : : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : : 14 : 31
after a while i deviate
from even minding
the : : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : :
count
⠃ b
⠅ k
⠭ x
⠃ 2
after a while?
given the λ-effect?
well... y... h... λ... μ...
what the hell
is north is there is no
actual Copernican "north"?
sure... the earth isn't flat...
but "where" the hell is
"north" in the Copernican
scheme of things?!
there isn't one, is, there?
hence the blurry:
magic number on calculator
screens in math class in school:
8008135:
8, ∞, S, 5, rune, sharpened,
etc.
∞, 8: 5 S...
5318008: *******!
IO:3Γ
1b:6B
chess?
poker?
bridge?
IZ:ZS (12:25)...
over a month spent
sober... with an exception
of watching the Decalogue
8 or 9...
(kieślowski) -
with an IPA...
(indian pale ale)...
23rd. of November 2018...
i can still remember
sitting on a barstool next to her,
sipping a Guinness...
at 7am...
i've never seen a woman
read two pages of a book
for so long in my life...
well... attempt to read a book...
contantly checking
her phone...
it's hard to feel ashamed
drinking in the morning
in an airport,
surrounded by hefty
***** in a bunch
heading off for a bachelor
party
with one dressed in
Pampers...
but i kept
her company...
**** me...
23rd November
2018...
a lot must have happened
since then...
she sooner
finished her pint of lager,
i my pint of Guinness,
she checked her phone
more times than i blinked...
and still...
she only managed to
turn only one page
of a book...
bad luck... 'Dannielle'...
a book, an airport,
a morning cover?
- but i've never seen a person
take so much time to turn
over a page or two
of a book...
this is hardly a place
to call into question
a conversation starter:
so watch'ah reading?
is it?
didn't think so...
books, now, then, 10 years ago...
and now...
bypassing standard bearers...
Urban II sorts...
books as items of nouveau vogue
attaches...
sorts:
kippahs of the trendy
Brooklyn sort...
hell: **** it... let's wreck this
like a Machine Head song
akin to bulldozer...
if Pandora had a box...
Eureka had an attic.
