the point is: i don't want to write in the style of j. joyce's finnegans wake; but i am, and i feel terrible for doing it... so... m'eh?
you listen to these talks, like you might watch
a football match...
the art of rhetoric - ars rhetoric(æ):
that isolation of the grapheme stresses the point
that homosexuals are better at talking
than men who consecrate themselves
on the bias that will probably lead to a widow.
they're better at it, and there's no argument
for it: it's a bit like passing the olympic torch
i'll come to the modern notation of that unit
in a minute...
but oh so rare, walking from the supermarket
and finding a book propped on a... thing?
it's situated in essex, england, and in these parts
you can have this "garden" in-front of
your house, and there's this "hadrian's" wall
isolating this patch of green:
that's why i said thing: because it's not a fence
in the traditional sense...
so you're walking back from the supermarket
with a bottle of becks beer and a litre of *****
and mixer in your rucksack (5pence duty stamp
on using plastic bags, remember that)
and you see a book propped on "hadrian's" wall
(because it is just that: a joke),
well not in this instance, this is a case of a semi-detached
outer-suburban household... and there's
this book propped on a "fence"... and it's dark...
am i going to nick it / "steal" it?
last time i checked, i didn't believe in *hegel,
last time i checked: if i'm in a public place, i.e. a road,
i'm going to use the advantage of someone's mistake
(or intention?) and take possession of the thing;
a bit like... you find a 20quid banknote in a puddle...
are you going to wave it about and shout:
who does it belong to? would you?
well... hegel can go **** himself and his
philosophy of right... i can't believe that mere lecture
notes inspired communism, i simply can't believe it,
i mean: it's astouding that it ever occured,
but still... it's so rare to find books on the streets...
i've heard plenty about disowned dogs and that dog
shelter in Battersea... i ought to know, i was bound
to paving slabs on one of their roof extensions...
my grandfather told me this story about how he was
walking through a forest with my uncle (his son)
and found a hanged dog... someone thought it real
funny to tie the noose so the dog was tiptoeing
toward death while suffocating on the noose...
i've had worse trauma... like when walking my doberman
and he bit into **** and what was revealed was
a nest of parasites, at best described: wriggling...
clearly you can build-up a natural aversion to this world,
which is by no surprise the original source of
the concept of god... you start from there, and work
your way down.
now i'm seriously digressing, ars rhetoric(æ)...
like ha ha crow's ca ca? or is that ka ka ka?
ku klux clan... mortal kombat... whatever.
just about as much sense when listening
to classic.fm and hearing an "oohbow" concerto
in some minor or major key (i don't remember which
one it was)... but like a blind-man fiddling
with an elephant (the modern day version of
the male grææ... as seen in homer, as seen in macbeth...
but those were 3... i'm talking 5)...
i also thought about fiddling with the "orthography"
(that term usually denotes the aesthetic practice
of adding diacritical marks, which english doesn't:
otherwise known as the **** of ιota)...
i could see a clarinet perfectly, clear distinctions (i mean);
but an oh-bow? oboe?
how can these two variations not yield the same
pronunciation if not via the tetragrammaton?
clarinet in jazz horns in ska-punk,
ladies to the left, gents to the right...
clearly my idea of **** schizoi creates
more competent understandings of a human,
who is insapiens...
****, talk about libido, but to this extent?
hmm... so the ιota was ***** by a diacritical mark
that's practically disjoined from an umlaut...
see the arithmetic ι i ï? otherwise known as the ee
in: i need to take a ****... or the boo-boo word of ***.
the same thought approached me when
i contemplated the acute version of N (en) - ń,
variations include: close approximates of knee,
then vary through to: me me me expressed in a nagging
oh right... words that have this acute:
then they'll call it cultural appropriation, and i'll
call it: cultural integration.
but ń did something, it revealed the **** of
ιota... it's this enforced diacritical mark on the greek
letter (and j) that doesn't exist on other letters
as it sometimes should...
but it all depends on the following rule
ae i ou
x is treated as a consonant for it's own sake, i could have
inserted some other consonant, but the stress
is how and when you apply diacritical marks,
given the stated example of the diacritical mark hovering
and really? the **** of ιota is involved, which
probably invoked the complexity of the anglo sprechen
to such an extent that it spread for far and wide...
why would i even put a diacritical dot over s?
what would that represent, for ****'s sake?
in polish you'd say that as e! oddly or not so
but there is a collision happening
given the predestination concept of i (what culture
would appropriate that, if not the most hostile /
successive one?) -
the acute diacritical mark on the n
disappears depending where the (enforced half umlaut of)
i is placed...
for example in the word no.... nie...
that dot above the iota just ate the acute over the n...
then back to the word for day dzień....
it's at the back, so the aesthetic twists into an σς scenario...
nudzi (he bores people)...
nagi (he's naked)...
i could really do with a macron on that a,
who knows, maybe language encoding really is
worth symphony complexity: or is that why i'm
jealous of music composers?
i'm just trying to look for a word
that encompasses my concept of ń....
a real kinder sprechen example as simple as 1 + 1 = 2,
evidently i will not find it and only come up with
something as "simple" as 1 + 1 = 3.
on one side the sensual beast,
on the other a reasoning ***** -
as you age the less you sense, but at the same time
the more you reason; in my case it happened exponentially
thanks to Chernobyll (it did begin with one of
the scandinavian countries being able to record
radiation... in poland you had a park, in a small town...
and half the trees were in summer and half
were in autumn):
because if you **** things up on an atomic scale
you're not going to exactly see a tornado, in a specified
location for adrenaline junkies to go and film it!
then there was this idea that i had
about certain layers of language,
braille, sign-language, covert talk and open talk,
basically boiling down to honesty, and the latter to
so this book i found yesterday... about as rare as finding
a 20quid banknote...
now i seriously believe this book is a pillar
to language... right up there with the dictionary and
published by c collins (obviously)...
and its sole author: nigel rees (couldn't be bothered with
italics, so i used the colon)...
ah **** it, it's only descriptions of the cover,
the book is paperback so it doesn't matter...
although what does is...
the entry (to be) in the same boat (page 347)...
that's why i was sniffing the book up yesterday
(bibliophiles' prime fetish, after ******* the books)...
the entry originated from cicero
in 53bc... in the original latin in eadem es navi,
later used in 1941ad after pearl harbor
(funny u, look: harbour) - of consequences
roosevelt said, churchill quote(d).