the former banality of editorial constipation(s) in the realm of preference and prejudice like some sacred barometer of what might appeal to the crowd...
modernity and old age: man's gift unto man: old age... "gift" (insert snigger) -
Montenegro Montenegro black mountain poetics i used to be a fan of after i passed by the beatniks notably from all the liberal homosexual ****-erotica it was like a drug of youth this literature but somehow now when i think about it i should have been chasing girls i should have been chasing girls in my 20s shooting my shots blanks and live ones perhaps should have fathered about a dozen ******* donated my ***** to a clinic better that than using dating apps that is better have been a bio-incenstive impetus comma dot dot i mean should have thought about not this ego-mutation and bad bah thought to uneven the ground upon which the crucifix stands...
to my nightmare and glee of horror like black sheen on Gidea Prime: Baron Gideon stood like a lamppost where all the shady dealings were done in full view... where this proud monstrous sexuality was still but a timidity (a temperament) taboo... homosexuality... i should have been chasing girls in my 20s and now how do i not hurt her...
the pantheism and the pan-Slavic movement of the 20th century prime but then there was a history of somewhere in the West: the Dictat: DYKTAT...
Neth Neth... Nethen in Oldenburg, or from the Nethe river near Höxter, or the Nethen, a tributary of the Dijle or more like Agnethe - Agnes - some Sylvia Plath not really Plath was never a fan more a poet for girls suicide purple glove girls cherry kisses girls of my 20s not there: i.e. in the past...
no real investments of ego-mutation in the other through lies and paradises for turtles like slow lies and unlike quick lies and eternal truths but also transient temporary truths:
we do live in a time of temporary truths there are permanent truths and impermanent truths because truth is the element Titan Chronicus Prometheus Beta Quo Delt Ah...
for the simple logic of pleasure this afternoon brain numbing ego wandering sloth of disguise since now sobering thought come and i no longer have the youthful Red Eye Rotaugen: i see in reds on grey for distinction of hues
like there is this imagine in my head of being impaled high above the skies of Golgotha dripping blood from my sensitive where gills ought to be if having lost the tail was enough to not allow the ancient monkeys to dream up of travelling across the sea bumping into Moby **** and Atlantis maybe more than dinosaurs still here oddly like birds and remnants serpents and baby girl loves her encyclopedia and i'll be stuck with licking-clean-finger after buckaroo kangaroo Kentucky child a pouch for a baby-money slot that idea in no between my newest love comes in the words of (as already mentioned) and Tomash Shalamun...
from Russian to Ukranian to Slovak to Slovenian to Czech to ****** to Romanian...
ðihn ḏ O'odham... definite article: THE tongue to the behind of teeth no 1, 1: jedynki...
speculo lustro: pstro! lu stroma krawedz... lu lu paper planes and summer unfulfilled...
with no kind permission from Brian Henry: the slovenian translator - concoctions no laboratory instead this body and some solvent case for drip drip... just an idea but one without either hammer or magnet or umbrella or oar thus so:
such body now antiquated purpose blind among the worms and glitter of fictional post religious planets but nonetheless favouring the Islam before the oil was consecrated upon the earth from the realms of Hades... since that time when Islam was at peace while Christianity was at war with itself to the point of instanity that only now some of us born in Catholicism and elsewhere are looking for answers in Judaism and Islam with the emergence of the Nag Hammadi library... after all this is not some writing down a pop song or a pulpit praise me i'm speaking you're listening and this is almost a stand-up comedy show but no i see the exasperated bodies mixed with heads and tongues and spines and i wonder well this is reserved for thinking readers and anti mantra gig lords of the 0 hour contract in the economy which is like a rain forest or a desert or something to employ an ego-machete against anything this ego can morph into an object like a house plant or one of the many of Solomon's ants on the shy buds yet to blossom yet to bloom... overheated colour in the sun first green then yellow then murk of brown the retreat of the yearly... affair... like water with the armies of waves on the shores of the earth then too earth each year on the attack for the kingdom of the air early early the cleaning lady of the air with trees those pumpkin explosions of oxygen... so obvious but not so apparently this is never going to be a Shakespeare or: is that yellow face?
thought the English left with the Africans while the Eastern Europeans were sort of left dumbfounded expressionless with the Asians because that's how i see the divide the western europeans hatching a plan with the Africans while the Arabs stumbled toward that plan and the eastern europeans were "left behind" with the Asians not so much the Japanese they're apart Satan said Japan and i said: good lucky uncle to the Somali 60 year old security guard no guard... just polite conversation no coming to shoving or pushing a backgammon agenda to replace strategy because it's a game with no real offensive agenda...
hence my tease of the anti-history of Polynesia because it is an anti-history because there is so much water in it and not so much land and so not like the territories of land the territories of the seas have been intact since the birth of mamaman... and the ummi the mamamann and the ummi that's me sitting pretty: Muhammad and Matthew sitting in a tree one counts joints the other counts bones and shooting Agos like that myth of a name not yet used or personified:
quote question quest and qw: qiqi i.e. a quickie with no harmony... recipes of disasters like no subjective experience of the hypothalamus unless from the joy of cycling then perhaps then because that's the vector coordinate centre then what of the subjective experience of the... ablangada: a giddy blank blah blah a-blah no: the posit came from the inseparable construct of the brain and eye dynamic therefore a symbiosis of not host and parasite equivalent but the antithesis of because that's the duality of the brain-and-eyes said more softly and high **** flinging typos of mind-and-soul... at least to convince the "concept" of thinking there could be some ethereal mingling of the eyes to at least explain why we see dreams when our eyes are closed...
yes the eyes of souls like bewildering the supposed heard existence of devils and nuns angels and Behemoths and geniuses of Newton and Mozart like dropping big names is not unlike calling Sunday Sunday and Friday Friday or perhaps that's just me being sea sick on an island rather than a ship or perhaps that's just me worried i might not have any friends beside you and the kid and the grandma and perhaps i will go mad a second time and i will be crushed by going to the church and not freely engaging with other religions and perhaps the infrastructure of the entire island and the population being 70,000 i am part of managing events with crowds that amass at stadiums with more people than the entire population plus the 1,400 acres owned by Herr Zuck: not zzz or sleeping in a zoo snooze ooze this Herr dry or watch as i burn paper in hope of flying somehow, elevating logic of the gauged out eyes by now and nothing freeing me but the bottle and t.v. perhaps turn to painting obscure riddles in imagining the river of sand that's also called the Tempus Ori...
yes: that the brain is so interconnected with these fragile two these so exposed pieces of vital information and strategy that somehow we don't think the eyes are the Ronin the Rebels of the body that i think they are since they curiously conjure up dreams and that's completely devoid of the brain's scrutiny of reality that is the eye-drip-******-mantra of the ***** in itself as addicted to light and if not exposed to enough like skin in lacking vitamin D then the vitamin in light that maybe is there but if we know the origins of the universe then from beginning there must be vitamin in the light that... something fluorescent green and spooky arctic blue that's also grey because not enough sunlight is cultivated by those seas...
O this gigantic world and my only escapade because i've reached a Napoleonic fatigue of failed reincarnations that lead to no tactic to counter tactic or the new ordeal that's the imploded war dynamic of saying in a dream:
war is a process of education that outshines all the pedagogic hiccups of prolonged... what? from youth to some middle then to the youth-of-mortal-end that's called the age of before it was a sign of the god's benevolent nature to allow a man reap the outer reaches of age and grace the earth with words of wisdom... but now now now now but what now? old age the crippler the half baked loath of bread the cancer and dementia at least in the past people died in the fervor of fever in their youth what healthy and what peaceful deaths perhaps with painful toothache interludes but more a life a gamble than all these current predicaments of predictability and knowledge of the gene pool variant and...
man's gift unto man: old age yet without: Yeti! what conundrum since love got busy and in the way but then reality left a flower of reminders and said: but we do share an in vivo beginning and now to think of it 20 years from now i would have at least 3 co-dependents to think of caring for split between London and Kauai and they'd be 85 and you'd be 75 and **** me that's like that plus some energetic kid who just realised she would be working the mundane cycle of hunger fear shelter fear love fear and all that's life an experience with the selfishness of deities so troubled by no sharing then sharing then "us" oversharing with the overstep of techno- more than bio- evolution...
now we can sort of forget Darwinism in a way... since biological evolution stagnated... it is a stagnate: static even, observation... it is not dynamic enough: it creates rigid ontological cages of men that used to have minds now have names because there is only the name Freud but no mind of Freud... so... in terms of Darwinism i find biology deceased... there is only one form of evolution to concern oneself with: namely that of technology... Hephaestus...
there is no looking at evolution already established not being able to change an increment more or less like geology since those are truly titanic logic branches of perception geology, biology: almost indistinguishable like chemistry states that there is organic and inorganic chemistry like there is iron in the blood and calcium in the bones and calcium in the rocks so... Darwinism is a nuisance argument given the only evolution of note is only technological...
AI like what was once the Google Search Engine that's what chatGPT is to Googie... i.e. that is tangible evolution and there is no biology invoked like some ancient rite of satisfying the wheat for harvest or the fungus monkey generator of deviating experiences of life the day the planet decided to expand beyond horizons of azures...
like the insinuation isn't there that the earth be personified and having had spoken said: save me O savior gasoline and Guggenheim architect and Mondriaan! again: how were the wars of the Hoecks and the Cabbeljaws actually settled and what ancient arguments are we even having to preserve this day intact