ABJECT: experienced or present to the maximum degree not: completely without pride or dignity; self-abasing
ergo: AUBJECT: having a self-deprecating sense of humor?
𐰀𐰋𐰖𐰅 (abje-) otherwise
TA: 𐱃𐰀 AT: 𐰀𐱅
𐰶 (iq, qi, queue calf)
𐰢 (m)
𐰔 (z)
supposedly these letters govern: whatever it is they govern although the latter have no back no frontal vowel variation as other consonants
old Turkic as the prototype for Runes:
just thinking about the great migrations of people:
the islands of Polynesia with New Zealand and Hawaii included that began in Taiwan ventured not to Thailand but across those islands above Australia: maybe Indonesia probably given the etymology of Polynesia and Indonesia being the islands that peeled themselves off the Indian subcontinent...
ergo if the Mongols did the migration by conquest then the Turkic people spread from Mongolia too but slowly and without much conquest or Empire building only as the Ottomans did they invest in empire prior to them the Seljuks Tughril and Chaghri...
but before that migrated as merchants and probably journeymen not as lamentable as the nomads of the Twelve Tribes not really with religion behind and religion ahead: newly ascribed to the pagans of their own mischief and not mischief some genuine concern for the souls of pagans i don't know...
but given the letters there are some exchange of ideas about how to communicate most effectively and in writing and to better remember then escape from the oral tradition and all that ******* and ******* to not forget
by now we are living into our 80s and the bones give way at the knees and not from a lack of intuition but old age seems counter intuitive when it comes to living and before you could on a whim and gravitas sense the vivo virilitas and some vino veritas
while death was in glass: mortem in vitro:
now we have to carry it with us: like we always did but now we can see how death makes babies and old people generic in their appearance: how before we die we see death and time wrangle us and crunch us like paper and before that all there was talk of the resurrection of the body: i'm guessing the reality of that being: on the instance of your death you would be resurrected as you were say: 33 and in full strength to give people a Glastonbury festival affair but on Golgotha and without music to fear...
however i don't trust Gothic: the script is so deviant from Runes and by then the Greeks must have visited such places up north and no wonder their solidified their presence with the Russians and what became of Greek was Cyrillic and some reminder of Slavonic in Glagolitha:
Glagolithic: monolithic: definitely seismic in scope the history we all know or perhaps that's just me being pedantic as i've taken to reading random encyclopedia articles and maybe they're not so random while the Continent shifts towards the Right while the Island shifts towards the Left: but it's not called the right or the left on the Island instead you have to sort of sprinkle some covert wording: Converse to Conserve: Labor with Public Toils:
i knew Rishi would lose after the shifty 3rd term i don't remember how the past 14 years happened i remember two general elections: really remember only two the second being staged on the promise of leaving the European Union the first one obviously to usurp what was happening: shape shifting democracy on top how many minor prime ministers did we have after Cameron:
Theresa May Boris Johnson Liz Truss Rishi Sunak - a fine spell:
but i don't remember any of them being elected: maybe i'm just forgetful but i just remember the changing of hands for a third stretch: and not much else: i remember some local elections maybe... but nothing really:
oh: so there were elections in 2017 and in 2019... but those seemed like internal affairs: and almost sidelined at least to my knowledge only yesterday did a Conservative Party representative knock on my door and asked me to bring my passport and vote for the local MP who was only 0.6% points ahead in the poll
this not so model citizen didn't vote: even with the Muslim and Asian vote: have to talk demographics some thought that there would be an Asian prime minister by the vote of the people rather than a reshuffle and one dittohead talking over another i know how biodiversity is great but ethno-diversity is yet to be anything a social experiment: calmly: bluntly:
would the native population vote in an Asian prime minister apparently not so and that's not to stipulate that low hanging fruit of calls to arms anti-fascists and anti-racists unite! no: i'm not an anti-racist: i'm just not racist... if Kanye West can be a self-proclaimed **** and love ice-creams of Moscow then who am i to judge myself based upon politics but sometimes it's greatly sobering to have politics ****** into your face like a milkshake at a politician and if Nigel Farage is not the tamed Enoch Powell then: i am a great admirer of the latter but the former is my contemporary and i can't see the big picture just the little man and i myself am a little man too because i live in these times and have no luxury (if it can be called that) to look at and into history and probably make the usual suspects list of mistakes...
if once poetry was so potent that they could incarcerate Ezra Pound in a mental asylum that must have been a wonderful time to be a poet not in the 1960s with the Beatniks but at a time when a poet could be sentenced and sent to a mental asylum like a prison because you know that's when words were POWER: and whoever wielding them was considered powerful...
what a time to have been alive: now they just get the mob at you and the little censors anonymous and like a flash rule of meteorlogical whims: no real authority of the state against a bothersome individual a poet of no concern it would seem these days a fringe lunatic maybe i should start looking at kidnapping plot websites and Satanic: go covert go and start using TOR and the dark web maybe then i'd get on the right side of the wrong radar:
sincerely though: i do remember better schools, better roads, better transport... maybe i'm just kidding myself: maybe i don't remember: under labour - schools i can probably say yes to after all i did on ly pay £1200 a year in tuition fees circa 2004 - 2007 and i really go my money's worth a chemistry degree in my third year implied 12 hours in laboratories then at least 5 hours in lecture halls and on top of that i think i did some extra courses: history in year two: that's 5 hours of lecture and 1 hour tutorial... failed French but had a French girlfriend so i guess: half a pass...
some I.T.: i knew how to build a basic HTML but born way too late to credit from a .COM boom with the likes of Amazon and there seemed to be no real incentive to go into the field perhaps because my father was / is a construction worker work was deemed elsewhere not in front of the screen: officers were constructed but not worked in:
as i wonder about the work that went into constructing Wembley and other Arenas and i no wonder about the sub-par staff now employed in these places and that's a god's green and honest truth
the work itself: crowd management and safety is a PARETO PRINCIPLE i.e.: 20% of people cause 80% of the problems...
the rest of the work is rather dull in that i put on a smile and a concerned face and whether i'm sometimes sincere i am not always: authentic... although i can be both authentic and sincere i feel i'm more real if push comes to shove: i remain authentic but insincere rather than crush myself under falsehoods of sincerity mashed up with inauthentic (being)
that's like the complete opposite of what one can accomplish with Heidegger's da-sein: and i have been prone to talk philosophy with fellow coworkers but it was not so much philosophy but about human behavior: and that's not philosophy? hardly a conversation about individuals some variation of potholes i.e. nagging i.e. scheming i.g. soap opera jargon...
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apparently upon waking i stink of marijuana and *****: evil dog demon i but i did ask her: my mother: to set up internet banking with me while she complained that she still doesn't know the word trick of ctrl+c/+p while i do it all the time something to envy the positioning of my hands at the keyboard
so ended up spending a day among the civilized LIVING not stuck in books and the DEAD and it was sobering: refreshing: boring: but at least real: and i don't know why or where i got my ordeal of Plato's despotic beauty: that's gone...
then the love of vinyls and CDs and then books and all living dead people not around me the Plateau and the Shield Volcanos one on Kauai one on Mars and one on Venus the eyes of earth competing with the grand eye of wind that's Dune that's Jupiter: beyond halos of Saturn Neptune and Uranus Catholic mantra: become small Chinese mantra: become small cope let the world enlarge: let the world be the world and the universe of being let the world become a place of non-being:
back to the world of the living one bottle of white Italian wine to get started: then the measured approach half a joint deodorant spray into the garden to mask the stench of half a joint that's 0.05g Sherbert Mariquana from America and at least 1.5g of tobacco from the Spirit of America the Polynesians brought us cups of salt the Indians the tobacco and the whites just some technology: i still have one last whiskey gulp: gloog: Kosher Diet: proper Goat killing...
vegetarian Myo Muyu: then i hear applause from the garden and i decide to put some music on: i'm putting some music on some music on some...
(the mood wil eventually change: bright colors, sparkly dust etc)
i was that guy: but then love's and life's disruptive forces began gnawing at my brain and hmm ha ha: provider trope education the smallest economic sector on Kauai otherwise perfect shifty: two pence three pence: three: got my other fingers on a leash extensions of your **** and i don't know so desperately seeking in ***** when you are the other side this *** swallow sum sore: oh O...
five Taylor Swift concerts: i don't know: i'm thinking about 16th and 20th to add: no i still haven't sent the t-shirts i'm thinking i got the sizes wrong all Wok and ***** and WONG Rrrrr: grit with trill
the one letter in any alphabet that has an ONOMATOPOEIA for a NOUN: a name Trill is R: what you do with the letter whenever you see it:
cf. Rattlesnake...
cf. Rattlesnake...
what: a: slow: day! impossible day: mission: get through to 1am abandon a poem halfway through the day: return: like going back to Edie start a poem in the dimension of the Yin & Yang...
this is me experimenting with time: i can stretch it: the color to the canvas when poetry is invoked: time is my cognitive: constant stance: half a joint and some whiskey wrapping my Martin's Ring over my Quarus' ear: because i am magic man because magic abounds: nothing on earth but in the universe planets are people and we choose to live on Mars the Dune and Jupiter: not yet... not yet...
waking up so late so late half a day in the first two hours of waking: but i spent them talking in bed and both of you said: i was LOAF of LOATHING red flag language
then language itself: can i please, please please please be EX_USED: excused: from this mundane: I.T. *******: so IT looks less scary as acronym I.T.: gotcha Braille .: ! dye no die?
i told her my dream: i was eating out two tubs of ice cream and i wonder if Reyla thinks of me: i'm not hearing Reyla making an references to me: i'd like to hear Reyla talk about me: such an uncomfortable truth: for seeker...
there is work in the ethereal and whether it's essential or not: discarded, easily: existentially: per: instance ex: every insistence: an insomniac moth a laborer fly sleeping:
too late to wake up and eat breakfast with my father? not nice... i wouldn't miss it for that world: that's why i took measured steps: now i get it: i've only seen Reyla for 6 weeks in her environment and 3 weeks in my environment: excuse you jealous man and Ilona's prophecy so far removed: that a man would forgo and say unto mother and father: my wife: your peer: but i have a daughter:
biological equivalence of dated: "product"... after all James Joyce took his schizophrenic daughter down Finnegan's Wake: and at least: libra: delta: score...
Christ's Ronaldo saying goodbye to the architecture: it was almost comical but a grand bowing out: like Murray's Andy: bowing out: this the season to be pensive: for some melancholic jolly later come the first days of July and Cancer approaches of Births and the days IMMEDIATELY SHORTEN to early 9pm lights...
the fates decided: that is right: some people exist without gods and abstracts some people are pure IN VIVO not pure IN VITRO: in glass i see sand and in sand i see glass but some people live elevated lives of body thirst and mind lust: of body first and mind last: of body thirst and mind lust...
that: sounds.... about right...
but the big topic was still immigration: the wages will not go up and the food prices: jeez: politics no aside:
an immigrant talking about immigration: not the summoning of expatriate English wording: from Charity Shield to Community Shield from Aboriginal to Native Pre-Colonial wording: i.e. no wording no paper just boomerangs...
INDIGENOUS: not native... higher tier Darwinism of wording just the right politically correct artifact...
but a little b it by b i t complicated, no?
the secrecy of the Left emerges: now less so scolding at not having the reins of the Reign: perhaps now given the added responsibilities they can stop bemoaning themselves moaning at not being tried at being competent instead seen as these narcissists perhaps now in this living Democracy of the United Kingdom: did i figure out that i do not get a vote for the Prime Minister: blocker: King... therefore i have to vote for my local MP i sleepwalked through the G.E. of 2017 and 2019 i almost forgot Corbyn and the Late Parade...
then again my mouth was ash and journalism and my eyes were looking to everywhere and elsewhere: more insipid work and since the container will include the sofa and the bed: scared of the fiction: now? no a sugar mommy: but i just thought this was another reality checker: how rich people hide their wealth because it can become to mean: personal: like certain books coins: kopeks: Dinaree...
uncombed horses: falsify violin bows... kiss kiss: money money money: money money money: riches upon riches: lands in distant land of island: property love becoming economic slowing down conversation i already know the trinity of Peter Jeff and Jason and on repeat and i know but how much does it: i: deserve for it to hurt if: a subtle whisper: of what is to what if
language so cruel: yet so crucial: but of those mentioned how many exfoliated with words and treated them with respect:
after all isn't there a war happening between words and images and words becoming images like PEPSI and PRADA while images becoming words:
but that's ancient: and certified: accounted for by correctly focused on: ideograms and traffic color beyond symbol strategy:
not RED AMBER BLUE but GREEN: or GRUE and BLEEN... my first encounter with philosophy came in Edinburgh: 2nd year: maybe 3rd: philosophy of science: david hume:
i was taught about david hume in edinburgh: that's a bit like being taught Kant in the University of Königsberg... David Hume the genius i too went mad in the streets of Edinburgh i walked bare footed and with a stick: and that was my crescendo:
i spent a good 30min thinking about Fiona and Tristan: and how life so strange remains: life and strangeness and doubly that: estrangement....
but at least i returned to the world of the living for a bout of admiring the forgiving mythos: Ronaldo bowing out of the Colliseum pity that i might be rememebered and he will be forgotten: because: i catered for the few and the few slithered: like Hell is an Elephant and in Memory: but also slithers winding rivers and longer paths because of the blood type PATHOS...
Serenity Red not just simply: so red: squirrel: carrot... onion bell bottom: blues... Serenity Red not just so simply: red so red... holding back cradle fiddler how ***** how natural how oh so ol' 'n' gunning for furor!