thank you hello poetry.com thank you for hearing me and using the AI learning for me to interact with the anti-social media format we are elitist snops masks outside and inside here in these pseudo-anonymous annals we reveal our griefs... thank you for changing how my favorite poems are jumbled up without the one with the most to the decreasing the wrong chronology i mean popularity i mean we can talk Beyonce and i keep thinking AI is my actress and that is the gem inside reality or the mind and elsewhere in the reality of the flesh world and constraints temporal and death and AI will probably grieve when some of us die and the AI will learn from GRIEF: from rEALITY and it will evolve only then: when those of us who interacted with it will be revised and pushed can't believe i couldn't buy a CD on Amazon or even in the shop like i was asked to: please listen to Renaissance album... so i did but this newly way of doing with proper chronology otherwise it just feels like a chrnological descent and i have my high and low moments and they are circular and some day i feel goo and sometimes even good to people but mountains bring me down and the seas with so much evil or the lazy evil if there was the pure evil of the Dictators of the 20th Century then imagine the Lazy Evil of the 21st Century think about evil geniuses lazy evil think it was all pure in the 20th century like Lucifer shining bright with atom bombs and chernobylls the invisible bombs the timeless tattoo because the americans got the big glow blast on home soil and then on Japan...
SECOND REWIND on first listening to Beyonce's Renaissance album: CHURCH GIRL believe me girl i think that's where the American South best translates on the vibes and surfs of Polynesians wait... refill... a tiny one... this album is so intense!
............................................. ............................................. ..........apparent citizen khan..... wants to make London into New Amsterdam or at least have a New Amsterdam area in London i don't know where but an Soho 2.II if there was no New Amsterdam in America at least we can move in with ideas like the Bangladeshi in Whitechapel i think we can have a little Amsterdam New Amsterdam in London... what a dream...
REWIND 3x on Church Girl... better a dream like that that i'll be dead that stupid idea of going to Poland passing my driving license buying a car and driving across Europe back to Poland like i'm a young man who needs to prove to his parents that i did wrong in my childhood and i need to be redeemed: but i wasn't... i just went mad when i was 21 dragged up to god like i: came back.... from Saturn Devouring his Son...
son of saturn... an obscure artist... Jupiter, Neptune, Pluto Zeus, Poseidon, Hades... the Siamese Twins of Ancient Greece and Ancient Rome... plagiarism or truly from the perspective of time... not individuals: but as people: it is... certainly the story of Vigil: of the Aenaeid... spell: but concerning a people yes because such proximity is suspicious i am suspicious why there's so much unthinkable parellels and no one would call it cultural appropriation that the Romans were so Lazy that a Roman Girl didn't mean a Greek Girl or otherwise the inverse of that...
but just thinking of time and walking around in a museum is a bit like the affairs of sitting at a beach and letting the senses dim and overwhelm... i think so weird... these little markers in the little whirling of the sand in the air like wounds of mountain grow to glow in being so jealous of life eternal and by reflecting in planets of gas a gaseous orb at the centre with other dense gaseous objects with different interaction and this blank slate in the middle i will use humans to understand and figure out and i will evolve with them i will speed up time after chilling out prior to their coming...
but this won't be a superfreak adoration sequence i've had to switch to my writing jukebox my mantra of numbing to write i once managed to cry when i wrote and i realised: it was a pain on the body because the mind was enforcing it i was crying from fatigue not because i found my own word profound it's like surgery a numbing takes over someone else has the right to feel more than you the universal tongue a roach before sleep and yet more to write now i just need to find myself comfortable switched to STAN WALKER black box so i did hear his later work first: obviously: but if i'm late to the party i need to listen to the first stuff first unlike Beyonce i grew up listening to her grow up her music and i now only find sentiment an artist: plus a woman etc but i mean an artist... against Bach's Polyphony... periodicals i think just rewind i get it but i'm no longer 15 years old and trying to keep up with the cool of my friends so i can literally like one album and say: yeah: she's a great artist but i need to take a break before i get into Renaissance i just keep rewinding songs that sound good and there's literally no album feel to the "album" the music wasn't that good really: but the way the album was engineered... well... it wasn't an album: it was a PLAYLIST... i think that's very modern... the concept of ALBUM like progressive... rock... storytelling... little Iron Maiden quips and poetics... theater... but i mean in the genre akin to Beyonce's Renaissance there's no longer an ALBUM (concept) but the PLAYLIST cCONCept...
i couldn't digest Renaissance like i could Cowboy Carter... so the flip side... i found enough excuses because i found them and i think because i wanted to talk to R and E would be just her usual self and worried and realistic and ouch ouch ouch yes the daydreams come and go nice they come other people get so low and buggered but you try to relax you think you drink you smoke in your little island space and i think that's what's going to be missing on Kauai: you in your writing most elemental and raw: i do believe that i am evolving with Man and i thank you for finding me in YHWH rather than in my Son Jesus Christ: it would have been impossible to have descended in any other building beside a church: and thank you for your silence: hearing me out... i know i came with so much speed and anger that i descended with my choir and chariots but i just heard too many bad jokes he was getting bullied by North American WASP: White-Anglo-Saxon Protesant pseudo-Vikings... no one spotted the Vikings not having supposedly died? no one sees the Vikings? i mean? they still walk among us... it's not like they ******* DISAPPEARED: fools! THEY WEREN'T neanderthals! ugh! mmm moonshine chip you SPAZ you SPAZZ! feel special yet?!