Apr 2021
warrior's march (anonymous ottoman) -
jordi savall - montserrat figueras...
or perhaps... chevalier, mult estes guaritz
(1146)...
because there isn't enough hours
in a day
to listen to BBC radio 3...
perhaps there might be enough wine...
but...
there aren't enough hours
in a day to listen to BBC radio 3:
go figure... no adverts too...
but as ever...
i never warmed up to the idea of a d.j.:
i don't like being surprised by
a choice of music without
me choosing it...
i will not brag about liking
classical music...
i will not brag about jazz...
there's this surreal middle ground
a music that doesn't belong in
any real discussion
or ref. making...
it's a music that can exist without
the weight of a name
akin to: associated with herr mozart...
etc.
when no one owns it
after all it must be a drag
to have to own something
for an "almost" measure of:
if eternity is to be measured -
immortality is a word that
weighs one down... less...
i'd imagine my name to be of note:
100 years after i'm dead...
point being: i'm joking...
but at some point it could, possibly...
expire?
unless of course...
a Plato doesn't what doesn't
change is something incremental...
that **** is covered
by A'Tuin
(ahtuin)
Tubul... Jerakeen... Berilia...
T'Φon...
strange how the surd / vowel
catcher of the rugby goal posts of H
are missing... no?
if rugby or football was not discovered
by someone meditating on
the letter H...
tennis? what's that?
a game of... 7 rectangles... no?
and in the "ol'" days...
two tennis players...
a football team's worth of umpires
and at least 4 ball boys...
no wonder tennis is not popular
recreationally...
i'm hopeful that this year will
be a good year for wine...
homemade of course...
it's that much more... revealing to make
something of your own like that...
although... hardly baking a cake...
if we were not bound to this:
insomnia... of information...
insomnia of... libido...
and having access to enough
wine whiskey:
mind you... even Plato is noted as making
the whimsical conclusion:
the man who invented (discovered)
beer - bless him... although
retaining his anonymity...
fame out of focus...
i could understand posthumous fame...
all the more in that something
was achieved in life
something was striven for in life
and it could obliterate all
distractions...
this once ludricous pursuit of:
argument...
ludicrous - sauerkraut...
gherkins in brine...
i guess i am of a people who cling
to Germans more than they ever might
cling to those... Rushkies... Sorbs...
Wends...
after checking the champions' league
scores
i had to have a little history lesson
in what was the Seljuk Empire...
well it's not Islam was knocking
at the gates of Europe... the Turks were...
looking at the Turks now...
i see something richly problematic...
too cosmopolitan and all-world influenced
trade: global traffic...
i can't imagine not having some
orthodox spices for a curry
in my kitchen...
Polacks are afraid of spices...
at least prior generations...
salts that does pepper's work too...
to the wok with you to fry up
those bland... raw cashews!
- like... the Darwinian argument
or the Copernican argument...
i clearly can't listen to classical music either...
it's... too complicated... too many notes...
it's too strict Pavlov-esque almost...
it's great it's nice it might require
a Royal Albert Hall but most of the time
i'm just pretending to like it...
unless of course of really like it:
Prokofiev's Lt. Kije...
or the Alexander Nevsky - Battle on the Ice...
- that there is so much talk
of this supposed "freedom" in the vest:
of way, when, why...
these lineages of congregating
oppressors...
calls out for: fascism but not
the tea of... english immigrants
are never, immigrants...
to no self: no known other...
that the english have no denotation
concern for concept of diaspora..
no wonder everyone is everyone's
better kept: cold kettle
and expatriate...
such nuance in convo that it really
doesn't matter...
after all...
i'm spewing half-mind verbiage
and i'm not supposed to be content with it...
but i still live among
the foreign-natives
of these isles than
be among "my" brethren who
have reclaimed circa 6 years under
the Nazis... half a century (circa)
under Bolshevik incredulity...
and then this, somehow new, "now"...
but at least the stupid forks in the road
listened to my advice: although
i didn't give any: and kept their currency...
like i might own women
or own a history of "me" and "my" people...
i don't really regard that
a niche market for any thought
or strict reminding of: 'ought...
either...
it's one of those nights where i'm
the d.j. i'm gagging for some hard liquor
all that's available is some
homemade wine
and i have an appointment for
9am over the telephone... etc.
back to the quest for alphabet-icals...
beside the vowels...
Y - i petition is... a vowel and is not...
a consonant...
so: a, e, i, o u, y... there are... 6 vowels...
19 aeons and 19 consonants...
but i ask...
why would i, ply: perhaps this is
me bilingual "schizoid" making
a mock of the natives who never left
for: the great east aust-rare-land...
zoo a new land...
hay'tch no... ha ha... or... sigh: aah...
ygrek...
not igrek...
last time i checked russians
tried to sharpen that phonetic "detail":
with their bl bl bl diacritical "marks"...
beside the point of vowels...
ah: or "a"
eh: or "e"
oh: or oh...
"i" (aye, yes) or: i(s)ch...
uh: ugh: or "u" & yew / you...
yes... this must be me...
bilingual "schizoid"...
my new found freedom...
but why did the greeks have nouns
for their letters...
alpha (a-lpha)
beta (b-eta)
but it also denotes an... übersinn?
letters had noun status to later denote
them as scientific consonants...
yes... the ancient greeks were unique
in that they were decisively
the children of the ancient world...
****** / down-syndrome fiasco of our
modern we...
clearly...
so back to basics...
a suggestion of concern for only
the puritanical minded bollocking a riddle...
because there's no bull to ride...
if syllables are to go by...
katakana is problematic because
the syllables all begin with a consonant...
their ******* Fukushima figurines...
it's not like you can write...
it like a periodic table for: sodium: Na...
ナ
well.. ha ha... you can...
but the breaking point of my concern
comes...
NA: ナ
seems a waste to conjure AN...
アン
and so forth:
イン INI ニ
ウン UNU ヌ
エン ENE ネ
オン ONO ノ
no? try reciting the english alphabet...
while following the "proper" guidelines
of the angry prefix lady and letter as noun...
transcending whether
it be... i doubt Greeks have a concept
of vowel or consonant...
outside the realm of vowels...
prolonged or caught by H for either: short... sigh...
or elongated laughter via ha ha...
why is it: Be
and not eBB?
why Cee (cedilla!)
and not eCk...
Dee
and not eD...
tell me!
but now it's eF
but not... Fee!
or F'eh...
Gee but not
eGG...
music, people! music!
eM but not Meeeeeee!
Kay but not aK...
eL but not Lu...
Jay Jay - lodge - touch o'
Raj -
eN...
N'eh...
end: no?
*** & peeee
eee
ee
e
up... op-
apparently...
"p"...
Q...
kew... gardens... quo? kwo?
qua? kwa?
awry K...
that's "q"...
aR...
but not... Re-garding...
Re-vealing...
oh i believe you... the Fwench had
a tarantula at the battle of Hastings
and you lost your trill of it...
let alone the thrill of it... like:
a barrel run ol' sod...
never, never mind...
but it's still: aR... and not Ro... no?
it's eS and not: Su(e) or Si or So...
or S'eh...
or s(igma)... is, it?
it's Tea but not eTymology...
if you were to write ALPHA
or OMEGA like a "hebrew"...
perhaps... Lamb-of-Delta...
i.e. AΛΦ
& ΩMΓ
oomph: oh i mind...
pool to pull... to: tow...
at the altar of the alpha brood
i'm not 2nd... i'm last...
i'm the completed plethora of sensations...
i am not nibbling at the to
i am lasting incongruent...
imbecile in the feminine eyes
that discover all things via
simplicities of feline conjecturing...
by the gods of Ivanhoe, rubber
and Prometheus!
Tao... besides my "tea"...
via - ups a pumpernickle!
v = w = ł = w = v
(fał) -
well your people shouldn't
have started a war
in our defence... should they?
CH = X - IKS...
ξζ pairig...
κσε
or... κση... ha ha : "q"...
do you even know how spanish
a greek sounds when a greek
compliments you speaking english?
no... it's not my thirst: or first for: dough
a black sorrow: forward so...
the old phrasing...
θought & φilosoφy
ΦΘΨ (key, hole... door...
open... sezzame)...
ZEDZEDZEDZEDZEDISTTOTZED
ZEDISTZEDISZEDTOTZEDISTTOT
ZEDZEDZEDZEDZEDISTTOTZED
ZEDISTZEDISZEDTOTZEDISTTOT
ZEDZEDZEDZEDZEDISTTOTZED
ZEDISTZEDISZEDTOTZEDISTTOT
ZEDZEDZEDZEDZEDISTTOTZED
ZEDISTZEDISZEDTOTZEDISTTOT
jordi savall - montserrat figueras...
or perhaps... chevalier, mult estes guaritz
(1146)...
because there isn't enough hours
in a day
to listen to BBC radio 3...
perhaps there might be enough wine...
but...
there aren't enough hours
in a day to listen to BBC radio 3:
go figure... no adverts too...
but as ever...
i never warmed up to the idea of a d.j.:
i don't like being surprised by
a choice of music without
me choosing it...
i will not brag about liking
classical music...
i will not brag about jazz...
there's this surreal middle ground
a music that doesn't belong in
any real discussion
or ref. making...
it's a music that can exist without
the weight of a name
akin to: associated with herr mozart...
etc.
when no one owns it
after all it must be a drag
to have to own something
for an "almost" measure of:
if eternity is to be measured -
immortality is a word that
weighs one down... less...
i'd imagine my name to be of note:
100 years after i'm dead...
point being: i'm joking...
but at some point it could, possibly...
expire?
unless of course...
a Plato doesn't what doesn't
change is something incremental...
that **** is covered
by A'Tuin
(ahtuin)
Tubul... Jerakeen... Berilia...
T'Φon...
strange how the surd / vowel
catcher of the rugby goal posts of H
are missing... no?
if rugby or football was not discovered
by someone meditating on
the letter H...
tennis? what's that?
a game of... 7 rectangles... no?
and in the "ol'" days...
two tennis players...
a football team's worth of umpires
and at least 4 ball boys...
no wonder tennis is not popular
recreationally...
i'm hopeful that this year will
be a good year for wine...
homemade of course...
it's that much more... revealing to make
something of your own like that...
although... hardly baking a cake...
if we were not bound to this:
insomnia... of information...
insomnia of... libido...
and having access to enough
wine whiskey:
mind you... even Plato is noted as making
the whimsical conclusion:
the man who invented (discovered)
beer - bless him... although
retaining his anonymity...
fame out of focus...
i could understand posthumous fame...
all the more in that something
was achieved in life
something was striven for in life
and it could obliterate all
distractions...
this once ludricous pursuit of:
argument...
ludicrous - sauerkraut...
gherkins in brine...
i guess i am of a people who cling
to Germans more than they ever might
cling to those... Rushkies... Sorbs...
Wends...
after checking the champions' league
scores
i had to have a little history lesson
in what was the Seljuk Empire...
well it's not Islam was knocking
at the gates of Europe... the Turks were...
looking at the Turks now...
i see something richly problematic...
too cosmopolitan and all-world influenced
trade: global traffic...
i can't imagine not having some
orthodox spices for a curry
in my kitchen...
Polacks are afraid of spices...
at least prior generations...
salts that does pepper's work too...
to the wok with you to fry up
those bland... raw cashews!
- like... the Darwinian argument
or the Copernican argument...
i clearly can't listen to classical music either...
it's... too complicated... too many notes...
it's too strict Pavlov-esque almost...
it's great it's nice it might require
a Royal Albert Hall but most of the time
i'm just pretending to like it...
unless of course of really like it:
Prokofiev's Lt. Kije...
or the Alexander Nevsky - Battle on the Ice...
- that there is so much talk
of this supposed "freedom" in the vest:
of way, when, why...
these lineages of congregating
oppressors...
calls out for: fascism but not
the tea of... english immigrants
are never, immigrants...
to no self: no known other...
that the english have no denotation
concern for concept of diaspora..
no wonder everyone is everyone's
better kept: cold kettle
and expatriate...
such nuance in convo that it really
doesn't matter...
after all...
i'm spewing half-mind verbiage
and i'm not supposed to be content with it...
but i still live among
the foreign-natives
of these isles than
be among "my" brethren who
have reclaimed circa 6 years under
the Nazis... half a century (circa)
under Bolshevik incredulity...
and then this, somehow new, "now"...
but at least the stupid forks in the road
listened to my advice: although
i didn't give any: and kept their currency...
like i might own women
or own a history of "me" and "my" people...
i don't really regard that
a niche market for any thought
or strict reminding of: 'ought...
either...
it's one of those nights where i'm
the d.j. i'm gagging for some hard liquor
all that's available is some
homemade wine
and i have an appointment for
9am over the telephone... etc.
back to the quest for alphabet-icals...
beside the vowels...
Y - i petition is... a vowel and is not...
a consonant...
so: a, e, i, o u, y... there are... 6 vowels...
19 aeons and 19 consonants...
but i ask...
why would i, ply: perhaps this is
me bilingual "schizoid" making
a mock of the natives who never left
for: the great east aust-rare-land...
zoo a new land...
hay'tch no... ha ha... or... sigh: aah...
ygrek...
not igrek...
last time i checked russians
tried to sharpen that phonetic "detail":
with their bl bl bl diacritical "marks"...
beside the point of vowels...
ah: or "a"
eh: or "e"
oh: or oh...
"i" (aye, yes) or: i(s)ch...
uh: ugh: or "u" & yew / you...
yes... this must be me...
bilingual "schizoid"...
my new found freedom...
but why did the greeks have nouns
for their letters...
alpha (a-lpha)
beta (b-eta)
but it also denotes an... übersinn?
letters had noun status to later denote
them as scientific consonants...
yes... the ancient greeks were unique
in that they were decisively
the children of the ancient world...
****** / down-syndrome fiasco of our
modern we...
clearly...
so back to basics...
a suggestion of concern for only
the puritanical minded bollocking a riddle...
because there's no bull to ride...
if syllables are to go by...
katakana is problematic because
the syllables all begin with a consonant...
their ******* Fukushima figurines...
it's not like you can write...
it like a periodic table for: sodium: Na...
ナ
well.. ha ha... you can...
but the breaking point of my concern
comes...
NA: ナ
seems a waste to conjure AN...
アン
and so forth:
イン INI ニ
ウン UNU ヌ
エン ENE ネ
オン ONO ノ
no? try reciting the english alphabet...
while following the "proper" guidelines
of the angry prefix lady and letter as noun...
transcending whether
it be... i doubt Greeks have a concept
of vowel or consonant...
outside the realm of vowels...
prolonged or caught by H for either: short... sigh...
or elongated laughter via ha ha...
why is it: Be
and not eBB?
why Cee (cedilla!)
and not eCk...
Dee
and not eD...
tell me!
but now it's eF
but not... Fee!
or F'eh...
Gee but not
eGG...
music, people! music!
eM but not Meeeeeee!
Kay but not aK...
eL but not Lu...
Jay Jay - lodge - touch o'
Raj -
eN...
N'eh...
end: no?
*** & peeee
eee
ee
e
up... op-
apparently...
"p"...
Q...
kew... gardens... quo? kwo?
qua? kwa?
awry K...
that's "q"...
aR...
but not... Re-garding...
Re-vealing...
oh i believe you... the Fwench had
a tarantula at the battle of Hastings
and you lost your trill of it...
let alone the thrill of it... like:
a barrel run ol' sod...
never, never mind...
but it's still: aR... and not Ro... no?
it's eS and not: Su(e) or Si or So...
or S'eh...
or s(igma)... is, it?
it's Tea but not eTymology...
if you were to write ALPHA
or OMEGA like a "hebrew"...
perhaps... Lamb-of-Delta...
i.e. AΛΦ
& ΩMΓ
oomph: oh i mind...
pool to pull... to: tow...
at the altar of the alpha brood
i'm not 2nd... i'm last...
i'm the completed plethora of sensations...
i am not nibbling at the to
i am lasting incongruent...
imbecile in the feminine eyes
that discover all things via
simplicities of feline conjecturing...
by the gods of Ivanhoe, rubber
and Prometheus!
Tao... besides my "tea"...
via - ups a pumpernickle!
v = w = ł = w = v
(fał) -
well your people shouldn't
have started a war
in our defence... should they?
CH = X - IKS...
ξζ pairig...
κσε
or... κση... ha ha : "q"...
do you even know how spanish
a greek sounds when a greek
compliments you speaking english?
no... it's not my thirst: or first for: dough
a black sorrow: forward so...
the old phrasing...
θought & φilosoφy
ΦΘΨ (key, hole... door...
open... sezzame)...
ZEDZEDZEDZEDZEDISTTOTZED
ZEDISTZEDISZEDTOTZEDISTTOT
ZEDZEDZEDZEDZEDISTTOTZED
ZEDISTZEDISZEDTOTZEDISTTOT
ZEDZEDZEDZEDZEDISTTOTZED
ZEDISTZEDISZEDTOTZEDISTTOT
ZEDZEDZEDZEDZEDISTTOTZED
ZEDISTZEDISZEDTOTZEDISTTOT
