Mar 2019
this is what music foraging on youtube used to look like, you'd find gems, 6 years old, approx. 10K views akin to Undogmatic & Kernfeld: thought experiments... you know... you travel outside of the anglosphere of said language, what is the opinion of a Greek or a Pole about Fb? not much... it's only the english-speaking "cool" kids that are making all the fuss... i mentioned minds.com to a Greek guy i was giving directions to, once, in Warsaw... he looked at me as if i was the first person to show him a ******* elephant... 5 blind men followed and we know the story from there... catering to the natives: who will never be or ever have been satisfied... they just need their: banta... their ****-storming, their gravitational pull toward bloodsports: rather than dialectics... nothing is ever to be done... who can shout the loudest... who can rock the boat the most... who can translate past playground grievances into a web of anonymity and avatars... as far as i am concerned... these social media firms, these u.s. firms have long gone stopped catering to primarily english speaking people... all these anglophone calls: Fb will fail like myspace failed... blah blah... these firms are tired of brats... elsewhere these spaces are utilities... they're not an extension of either thought or life... collateral damage of those first exposed... the Greek will still use the platform... the Pole will also... i too remember my childhood: hide & seek... digging holes in the ground and throwing marbles into them from a distance of five metres... creating chalk labyrinths on the pavement and flicking beer bottle caps filled with plastecine through them... and no... styxhexenhammer666 is not banned in Poland... i never wanted youtube to become what it has become: 72 virgins? give me a library of music for all of eternity and i'll be an 'appy chappy... i don't need some count dankula regurgitate a wikipedia entry about tarrare - oddly enough: i too can read... see... i blame both sides for ******* up my foraging tool... the "legacy" media and the indie vlog "creators": creative really reative, spewing regurgitation after regurgitation... i'd hate to be drafted into this vulture journalism of video making... at least when you pay a *******: you pay an honest wage... and she subsequently spends the honest wage on **** i wouldn't even buy... so the funds are given to the person who otherwise keeps the economy running... a woman... oh yes, i've been watching closely these indie "creators"... lucky for me i watched enough of them to round them up and say: this much... there's a big difference between a "creator" and a commentator... if i'd want to listen to an audiobook containing the current journalistic spew: anyway... half of these stories in the "news" are tabloid ******* that gave rise to 24h news reel and the vacuous space feeding the tapeworm of insomnia... since when did news outlets think they could produce an amphetamine alt.? clearly they did... i can't keep up, i won't keep up, to hell with going against these giants... youtube was never about these indie "creators"... music and music was always the prime concern for me... lucky for me remnants of the old a.i. still give me chances to glimpse records like CLANN - Seelie... these indie "creators" become just as tiresome as the legacy medie snippets... you want a more ******* version of CLANN's Seelie? try Salem: king knight (2010).
.just some after-thoughts, when a post scriptum becomes, a pre scriptum... you know... i sometimes think this lingua franca, that's english, ergo: lingua inglese is bombarded, London is the microcosm of the world dislodged from the realities of other natives... there's a grand congregation happening, of hosts, and even here, on the outskirts of London, where all it takes is a 30 minute walk to go pet a horse or a tender young bull, "randomly", in a field, spot a fox, or chase a herd of deer who "wandered" into the middle of an X junction creating a traffic debacle... but the language itself this, lingua inglese needs updating, notably from the "real" grammar nazis... i'm not just going to give up my new earned rights of literacy, for all the years of being kept in the dark like some ******* mushroom, just because, someone feels it is necessary to feel lazy, about establishing rigour, discipline in using this former tool of power, like i'm going to bend over some lazy peasant... no... dis-ci-pline... you need it, i might drink, but i'll still return to this language with great respect, for the per se worth of adherence to it... it already is a metaphysical person / "person" to me, at least i can offer that much, as much as is necessary... one question though, echo-chamber... it's enough for dyslexia, it's enough for emoji, it's enough for: l8er... it's enough for "gender neutral" pronouns... see... that language i was born with... that **** won't stick... certain languages have pronoun-"augmentation" associated with verbs... e.g.?
mogłem (past-participle masculine
of i could have)
mogłam (past-participle feminine
of i could have)
this, inherent bias, within the confines of the english language, well, i didn't expect it to be so rife, until i witnessed it being exploited! now at least i can pander / side with the natives: funny - coming to a "madman" for sanity quotes, for rigour... well... because there's no fun without someone not having the ***** to counter the libertarian farcical tragico-comic current circumstance of: "pushing the boundaries"... like i said: a lingua ingelese echo-chamber... no belly-button status of the world for you... this viper of an idea, this sordid wasp of a "conundrum" will not spread elsewhere, i feel inclined to contain it, with english regulations of grammar... just like i learned this language to begin with: first the language, then the grammar... physics first, metaphysics later... first the experience of communication, then the theory of communicating... thank god that some languages have an unshakeable foundation, e.g. western slavic: where the pronoun is integrated into verbs with a gender discrimination structure...
further examples?
miałem (i had - masculine)
miałam (i had - feminine)...
so the problem is contained... in this, sometimes erring into sharpnel of, what could have been: a bullet of a tongue; or, i dare say, will hopefully preserve itself, to be it.
i guess.... wait... are stars supposed to that?
i just witnessed two,
transverse the night sky:
in that, more than the already
perplexing circumstance of a straight line...
to the naked eye:
they're not supposed to move in
a parabola fashion, are they?
yes, last time i checked, this was never
going to be a metaphor for
the current state of european politics,
to the naked eye:
i would be unable to witness a comet,
and, on the odd occassion,
the blitzkrieg accent on the sky
by a meteor falling...
i never had the tools to measure
the difference between a falling
meteor appearing in the sky,
to a lightning strike -
time wise...
after all: is a lightning strike
confined to the same category as light,
yeah: light from the sun?
i guess this is were awe comes...
once again: if i somehow manage
to come across the facts -
i'll give my narrative of a temple's
worth of structure to the blinded,
enraged skin-headed Samson to pull at
the pillars...
now, with regards to:
a black girl in a supermarket...
well... i've done it,
i can clearly state i have become
fully integrated into the multiculutral
experiment that's England,
it didn't take that long,
******* contra being attracked
are two dfifferent ball games...
the language is here,
working just fine,
some native prejudices are somewhat
here,
i have a harder time
"not understanding" the quickened
paddy taljk, to me the scots sing,
and they managed to preserve
the trill on the R...
so, as they would say in
a clockwork orange type of fashion,
fully rehabilitated, ****, sorry, integrated...
i can find myself being attracked
to an ivory beauty...
side-effect?
whenever i visit my grandparents,
whenever i pass through
the urban landscape of Warsaw...
i feel...
an extreme nausea,
paranoia,
sifting through my in-born
mirror of homogeneity...
the whole process takes, oh,
i'd say, roughly 20 years...
brain-washing?
or a want for a sense of belonging?
my only sense of belonging in
Poland is only related to the use
of language, culturally?
hybrid at best,
or not even hybrid,
mongrel...
sure, the impeding disaster
of putting a physical hybrid
with a metaphysical hybrid...
i don't even know how i'll feel
when the ****** tongue dies with
the people i could associate to by speaking
it...
maybe i'll be lucky,
having the luxury of not one death,
but two, in my life.
p.s.
stating the ****** obvious,
surds...
lingua ingles(e)
and not lingua inglesé...
how can i not be stating the obvious,
that's how practiςing
literacy works, doesn't it?
who has ever heard
a guitar player not say:
i'm not playing,
i'm simply practiçing ?
i guess the origins of the french
cedilla come from
the greek sigma,
i.e. if it's so smart,
how come a drunk, like me,
has to "unearth" it?
always, it's always about
the fiddly bits of language,
english is peppered with
rules, that are not dogma of
pedagogy...
of the pedagogic experience...
"somehow" surds appear,
i.e. "silent" letters...
e.g. there's no (g)nome
but there's diagnostics...
this, this lingua inglese...
this supposedly "universal" language
for a global community,
and then all the particulars
associated with the native idiosyncracy...
mind you...
i woke up with a dream,
righ rarity event...
i was sitting,
then i started walking,
i looked behind me,
a ****** church procession was
walking with banners
and crosses, dressed in black,
i turned my head,
and there was a bunch of
schoolchildren walking toward me,
i was eating a raw chilli...
a boy from the throng coming
at me was eating a raw pepper,
'hey mister'
and pointed at a piece of
a raw papper lying in the grass,
insinuating i lost it...
i replied:
'chilli'...
erm...
who the hell would ever need
to amplify dreaming
with a psychadelic experience,
esp. if that person is usually
sleeping for 10+ hours per day
and is dream-starved?
.just some after-thoughts, when a post scriptum becomes, a pre scriptum... you know... i sometimes think this lingua franca, that's english, ergo: lingua inglese is bombarded, London is the microcosm of the world dislodged from the realities of other natives... there's a grand congregation happening, of hosts, and even here, on the outskirts of London, where all it takes is a 30 minute walk to go pet a horse or a tender young bull, "randomly", in a field, spot a fox, or chase a herd of deer who "wandered" into the middle of an X junction creating a traffic debacle... but the language itself this, lingua inglese needs updating, notably from the "real" grammar nazis... i'm not just going to give up my new earned rights of literacy, for all the years of being kept in the dark like some ******* mushroom, just because, someone feels it is necessary to feel lazy, about establishing rigour, discipline in using this former tool of power, like i'm going to bend over some lazy peasant... no... dis-ci-pline... you need it, i might drink, but i'll still return to this language with great respect, for the per se worth of adherence to it... it already is a metaphysical person / "person" to me, at least i can offer that much, as much as is necessary... one question though, echo-chamber... it's enough for dyslexia, it's enough for emoji, it's enough for: l8er... it's enough for "gender neutral" pronouns... see... that language i was born with... that **** won't stick... certain languages have pronoun-"augmentation" associated with verbs... e.g.?
mogłem (past-participle masculine
of i could have)
mogłam (past-participle feminine
of i could have)
this, inherent bias, within the confines of the english language, well, i didn't expect it to be so rife, until i witnessed it being exploited! now at least i can pander / side with the natives: funny - coming to a "madman" for sanity quotes, for rigour... well... because there's no fun without someone not having the ***** to counter the libertarian farcical tragico-comic current circumstance of: "pushing the boundaries"... like i said: a lingua ingelese echo-chamber... no belly-button status of the world for you... this viper of an idea, this sordid wasp of a "conundrum" will not spread elsewhere, i feel inclined to contain it, with english regulations of grammar... just like i learned this language to begin with: first the language, then the grammar... physics first, metaphysics later... first the experience of communication, then the theory of communicating... thank god that some languages have an unshakeable foundation, e.g. western slavic: where the pronoun is integrated into verbs with a gender discrimination structure...
further examples?
miałem (i had - masculine)
miałam (i had - feminine)...
so the problem is contained... in this, sometimes erring into sharpnel of, what could have been: a bullet of a tongue; or, i dare say, will hopefully preserve itself, to be it.
i guess.... wait... are stars supposed to that?
i just witnessed two,
transverse the night sky:
in that, more than the already
perplexing circumstance of a straight line...
to the naked eye:
they're not supposed to move in
a parabola fashion, are they?
yes, last time i checked, this was never
going to be a metaphor for
the current state of european politics,
to the naked eye:
i would be unable to witness a comet,
and, on the odd occassion,
the blitzkrieg accent on the sky
by a meteor falling...
i never had the tools to measure
the difference between a falling
meteor appearing in the sky,
to a lightning strike -
time wise...
after all: is a lightning strike
confined to the same category as light,
yeah: light from the sun?
i guess this is were awe comes...
once again: if i somehow manage
to come across the facts -
i'll give my narrative of a temple's
worth of structure to the blinded,
enraged skin-headed Samson to pull at
the pillars...
now, with regards to:
a black girl in a supermarket...
well... i've done it,
i can clearly state i have become
fully integrated into the multiculutral
experiment that's England,
it didn't take that long,
******* contra being attracked
are two dfifferent ball games...
the language is here,
working just fine,
some native prejudices are somewhat
here,
i have a harder time
"not understanding" the quickened
paddy taljk, to me the scots sing,
and they managed to preserve
the trill on the R...
so, as they would say in
a clockwork orange type of fashion,
fully rehabilitated, ****, sorry, integrated...
i can find myself being attracked
to an ivory beauty...
side-effect?
whenever i visit my grandparents,
whenever i pass through
the urban landscape of Warsaw...
i feel...
an extreme nausea,
paranoia,
sifting through my in-born
mirror of homogeneity...
the whole process takes, oh,
i'd say, roughly 20 years...
brain-washing?
or a want for a sense of belonging?
my only sense of belonging in
Poland is only related to the use
of language, culturally?
hybrid at best,
or not even hybrid,
mongrel...
sure, the impeding disaster
of putting a physical hybrid
with a metaphysical hybrid...
i don't even know how i'll feel
when the ****** tongue dies with
the people i could associate to by speaking
it...
maybe i'll be lucky,
having the luxury of not one death,
but two, in my life.
p.s.
stating the ****** obvious,
surds...
lingua ingles(e)
and not lingua inglesé...
how can i not be stating the obvious,
that's how practiςing
literacy works, doesn't it?
who has ever heard
a guitar player not say:
i'm not playing,
i'm simply practiçing ?
i guess the origins of the french
cedilla come from
the greek sigma,
i.e. if it's so smart,
how come a drunk, like me,
has to "unearth" it?
always, it's always about
the fiddly bits of language,
english is peppered with
rules, that are not dogma of
pedagogy...
of the pedagogic experience...
"somehow" surds appear,
i.e. "silent" letters...
e.g. there's no (g)nome
but there's diagnostics...
this, this lingua inglese...
this supposedly "universal" language
for a global community,
and then all the particulars
associated with the native idiosyncracy...
mind you...
i woke up with a dream,
righ rarity event...
i was sitting,
then i started walking,
i looked behind me,
a ****** church procession was
walking with banners
and crosses, dressed in black,
i turned my head,
and there was a bunch of
schoolchildren walking toward me,
i was eating a raw chilli...
a boy from the throng coming
at me was eating a raw pepper,
'hey mister'
and pointed at a piece of
a raw papper lying in the grass,
insinuating i lost it...
i replied:
'chilli'...
erm...
who the hell would ever need
to amplify dreaming
with a psychadelic experience,
esp. if that person is usually
sleeping for 10+ hours per day
and is dream-starved?
