- rock 'n' roll - once upon a time a Patti Smith in Nigeria.
on the rare occasion that i thinking to myself: well... i'm not exactly going to end up being a millionaire... the game is rigged... last time i heard... poets get paid every 50 years... if that... but... someone has to do the workload for the mere passion... of course: looking for other outlets of income... mind you... how did Bukowski get to sleep with so many women? hmm... well... he didn't go off to fight in World War II... i'm guessing... plenty of widows... plenty of girls who lost their boyfriends... to the Panzer brigade et al., so... less of luck and more: opportunity came... hell... i remember times before the advent of social media... you... could actually date... there was this guy in high school with a terrible case of eczema... still managed to get a girlfriend... i'm not going to become rich... **** it... less chance of me looking like a sucker should some hot fling come around and start milking me... who vowed that... vow of poverty? well... it's not the Medieval Ages... you can hardly vow to that sort of shin-dig these days... scrape the bare minimum... if by bare minimum implies... today at the vinyl shop... oh... wow! Matt?! what? you don't think they have the new Ghost record, on vinyl? what? Impera?! i just found Ghost B.C. Infestissumam... so i started fiddling around... sort of oblivious to my surroundings... some pretty teenager girls... whatever... bothersome flies... they hover around you for a while: then notice that you're not noticing them: ******* just as promptly as they came... oh man... these records are getting dear... lucky for me the ghost record was on offer... 2 for £40... ****... now i need to find a second record... aha! Lana Del Rey's debut... i'd love to hear a woman's voice on vinyl: not that i haven't... walk up to the counter... she's a he he's a she? right? i didn't ask... i just made the complicated assumption that she was a he / he was a she... anyway... it (sorry) they checked whether everything was in order... some cheap-*** ******* decided to take out one of the vinyl disks and stuff the sleeve with cardboard... how on earth the record was returned... beats me... well she he he she it they said: well i can't sell you this... hell... i'll just pick something else... originally i was going to buy the Rammstein record with a match on the front cover and with songs like Deutschland and Radio on it... but when i saw the ghost record... ugh... Lana Del Rey was a cop-out... what else did i have in my hand? Patti Smith's Horses... does that album have that song covered by American Head Charge? i.e. rock 'n' roll ******?! oh... right... it doesn't... pass.. Bruce Springsteen's Born in the USA... does that album have the song: human touch on it? no? oh... right... pass... well... there was clearly only one alternative... Fatboy Slim's: you've come a long way, baby... a bit like DJ Shadow's endtroducing... or... Leftfield's leftism album(s)... i was never into any club-scene... but these albums... don't get me wrong... they haven't aged that terribly... they haven't aged akin to something like... atypically generational... lodged to a past... the Grateful Dead... the Eagles... em... i'll give King Crimson a pass... surprising... what? oh... the Fatboy Slim record... not that i was a massive fan... but... it has aged really well... then again: most electronica ages really well... it can't exactly be innovated upon... dub-step tried... sure... kudos... some decent examples... but it's almost like classical music... or jazz... the strange death of jazz... someone should have written a book about that phenomenon... how jazz emerged and just as quickly as it emerged: how it died... did the beatnik poets drag the whole jazz music scene down with their "experimental poetry-jazz" fusion?! that must have been a ******... for the saxophone player... imagine having to loose your melody to the bass player in turn losing his rhythm with the rhythm of the drummer because... some idiot is talking over you with half-baked rhymes... the ******* headache... ugh... clearly i don't want to think about it... i only wish bands like Boy Harsher could become... no i don't... i don't want bands like Boy Harsher to become mainstream... sure... all the success... but with that comes a tainting... i know that if i started performing some of these scribbles... i'd stop creating new content... un-poetic? hmm... like no one ever read Ancient Roman poetry... try... Horace for starters... or Ovid... they... sort of wrote like this... plenty of conversational overtones... to hell with too much claustrophobic techniques of rhyme... i'm of that school: if there even is a school of that sort... conversational overtones... a narrator that can also play a character... sort of scenario... oh... irony: very much confusing with no quotation markers... now i'm being doubly ironic... now i'm being sarcastic... but it's rather pleasant to watch younglings walk into a shop and see someone actually sieving through vinyl records with the intent of buying them... it's like they spotted a dinosaur... a strange looking dinosaur since the dinosaur is not even 40 years old... it's like a curiosity experiment... but... but... you can... listen to this music... online... yeah... but the difference between listening to music... on your headphones... and... on a gramophone... when the house is empty... the room is empty... it's a little bit different... but hey... i'm this dinosaur... and you're circling me looking for clues to some magical equation / thought experiment that: i simply can't give you... ******: now that i'm listening to Summertime Sadness on the earphones... i'm sad... i wanted to hear it via a gramophone.... winter is coming to its final closure... here we go... libido insomnia... girls *******... more flesh that a porky pie's worth of rind... but good to know that some will still keep on their napkins / diapers on their faces... the hypochondriac types... well... at least i've managed to curb all that journalistic limp-**** mentality... the world is sort of a haze in some distant background... it is... but at the same time: it isn't... not for the past 2 years... not with the ****-show of my grandfather's death and a bigger ****-show of the funeral... the world: as i currently see it... doesn't deserve me to couple myself to Heidegger's Dasein... what was once there-being has become: simply... there-is-being... i've read enough of German thinking to now, finally... retort as a Frenchman might: c'est la vie! i'm not going to touch anything by English thinkers... i've touched enough of Newton via Voltaire... but Locke? who else... Hobbes?! i'm not going to touch English intellectuals... the people who invented football... rugby... cricket... even if they have anything interesting to add: intellectually... the English are a pragmatic people... they don't like cafe conversation riddles / complications... why bother? if they want to be oh so practical... so direct two-faced... let them... i esp. love how they downgrade the Australians from the anglosphere... while having their heads shoved up some fat H'american ***... no... don't get me wrong... it's just.... sort of... funny to watch... this big... English diaspora... but... there are gradations... like... Canadians are not a laughing stock? but... to be English is to... have one's head shoved up a H'american fat ***?! seriously? right now? perhaps it's an English thing... to see New York... to see Las Vegas... me? i've already seen Moscow... i've already seen St. Petersburg... i'm thinking... ooh... the Kamchatka Peninsula... to hell with Finland and the rest of Scandinavia... i might speak the language: but i'm hardly going to blah-bah-black-sheep go along with the narrative... blow myself up? hardly... i say... live a little more... let life drag you down... should have employed Chinese ideograms to protect your idea-churning-machine of liberal Englishness... no? not good? what the **** is ever good with these people?! anti-racist confused pebble-roast... i'm not siding with the Russians but i'm pretty sure the Ukrainians were pretty glad when Poland was invaded by **** Germany... i'm also pretty sure... Volhynia & Eastern Galicia... the genocides... right... so why remember anything?! i've learned that the English have this tactic... the history of other people is... insolate... childish... or rather: that they remember it... while... at the same time... the battle of Hastings?! what a ******* joke of a battle... but hey... it's their culture... it needs to be stressed... not... the winged hussar charge at the siege of Vienna against the Ottomans... but... it's childish... for me... to give my psyche to these events... no? but... if i were to regurgitate the history of the Angevin Empire: all's kosher, sonny... like **** it is... take a ******* hike... daddy... to the highest peak of Rotherham!