you come across someone,
who does the "leg-work"
for you, akin to surviving life,
and you,
come across gore...
and then you start to "think"
about...
     'where is this anesthesia
coming from?'
hmm...
   it's hardly a curiosity,
            the acting? oh, no, surely not...
that las vegas ****,
when it can have hierarchy
of staged eventfulness...
when the "tortured" person
is supposedly:
tortured,
but on the point of death,
cared for?
a torturer with a caring voice...
my my...
   concerns were raised,
let me repeat that...
concerns were raised
about the tortured victim's
wellbeing...
             h'allo h'america...
plastic nation providence...
                 with a fwench
       précisément...
why the **** lodge
an acute, on a vowel,
in between consonants?
  was i, going to, "miss" it?
   pro-v-dą-ssssssssssssssss...
point being:
you know what a thespain
hierarchy, "looks" like?
the current state of affairs...
no one knows what is,
and isn't, "real"...
             this is the "beyond"...
whatever is deemed authentic,
is suspect,
and what is suspect:
suddenly becomes authentic...
it's still a thespian "conspiracy"...
   in a culture,
when only one form of artist
is leveraged to state intent...
back in the mid-20th century
is was the musicians,
but now?
   we have, thespians...
who pawn-broke the dictum
of the politically alligned...
in the "grand" scheme of things,
what with collateral
and what not:
   keep your mouth shut,
buckle up...
    as much freedom for me,
as moral constraints are permitted
to keep me free...
useful idiots, useful dodos...
ha ha! ha ha!
   iron curtain... ha! ha!
  what? hard work?
what about the, thespian curtain,
the ηθοποιός κουρτίνα
      ìthopoioos,
oh, right...
    you want a phonetic dissection,
yes?
for some reason,
i sniff, sniff, sniff,
sniffed out choccie hazelnuts...
writing this...
a nasal hallucination...

ac'tor: ηθοποιός

                       ìthopoioos,
          ìthopoiös
   (one is, allowed,
the basic arithmetic of
letters, given this
"transgression" of
the umlaut, replacing
the ωμεγα,
    i.e. the whole "concern"
for a,                           ρωμ?)
   sure,
oxford dictionary,
there are hyphen allowances
for inter-wording,
   but there aren't any
apostrophe allowances
for intra-wording...

   ηθοποιός:
        ήθοποιός:
   η'θοποιως:
     ephopoious...
actor...
     e' pho' "pious"...
        ephopιous...

now watch the cascade,
e to the i, i to the e,

  -eta-
       -theta-
         -omicron-
            -pi-
          -omicron-
             -iota-
                -omega-
                -sigma-

         e'tho'p'oh'i'ous

so much for keeping
letters as nouns,
and...
    no castrato-sing-along
variation.
see!
a pweetty gweek
waterfall!
  mama mia, all over again!
great, now we can all
be fwends,
and on a sober note,
reiterate...

like the byzantines...
they just over-"did"
themselves in diacritical
mark application,
to your standard,
latin, phonetic encoding...

iron curtain...
my my...
             but there's a thespain
curtain in place,
and ******* if you think
i'll move as far west as
japan...

                                        and i,
that becomes an e...
                  η (eta),
    that becomes   ì,
         it's... "complicated"...
the eastern orthodoxy made
diacritical markers "unnecessary",
the western orthodoxy
simply, "forgot", to make application
of them...
hey presto! the modern english!

ό, upsilon, omega...
poo, t'oo'l...
          now you're going to tell me,
that just the iron curtain was lifted,
there's no thespain curtain to lift?
no? no?
  no... ultimate reality counter...
so communism was one dream,
capitalism was another,
an actors' dream within a dream,
and...
what possibly could amount
to a poet / painter?

ah nay nay...
        + side aye,
   minus side: no...
   huh?
              so not nay?
for every aye,
there must be a nay,
but this *******
of ayes to the "right"
and "noes" to the left...

      poet, painter, sculptor...
we're all still living under
a bunch of sophists /
rhetoricians &
             thespians...
           how can that even be
denied?
it can't...
    once upon a time one
lived under the allure of
alchemists...
   at least they,
pushed the boundaries...
at least under the alchemists,
we had, or achieved something...
how far can you peddle
a fake?

          how far can you peddle
a lie?
       back when the west
had an authentic enemy,
   the soviets...
           now? this...
thespian curtain?
              of course i'm going
to be despondent...
after watching a gore video...
with "the man" entering
the room, and the gimps
worried about the state
of the tortured ditto heads?
ha...
     i can't tell the difference
between what is
authentic, and what is,
inauthentic...
   and believe me...
       this thespain curtain...
this anaesthetic of reality...
   much harder to lift,
to topple,
                 than mere iron.