Let me tell you a story

Imagine for me a thunderstorm and *** barrels, spilling out as lightning flashed
Imagine a newborn kicking and screaming, crying as above deck swords clashed
His mother looked down at her son, the demon in her hands
Piercing green eyes with eyes evil to everyone, a boy no one would understand
As the lady drew her final breath and let go, she whispered
"Damion"
And so his legend began

***** knees and a chipped tooth
Didn't let him enter a bar
A young thief shielded from the truth
His father never let him go far
He didn't let that stop him, however
From going out onto the ocean and earning his scars

Eventually the golden-eyed boy grew tired of his life
And decided that being a pirate was worth all the strife
So he climbed aboard the Golden Lady
Disguised and looking shady
Blending in to the crew
Damion hung from ropes and drank till he thought he died
He robbed mankind's hopes and kept his sword at his bedside

He lived the high life! He was invincible!
The Demon of the Seas, his madness was mythical!
Anger and greed corrupted his soul
Until one night his crew drank and laughed
Unaware of the ship holding another's wrath
No amount of gold would make up for the lives he stole
Kylothos came
He saw it all
And he conquered

Damion's brothers were gone, passed to the afterlife
His body was broken, he spit at his captor to spite
Kylothos set his ship ablaze
He burned it all
And he conquered

Chains bound his wrists,
Darkness stole his sight
The only thing he heard
Were screams of fright

He fought with his fists,
Blinded by sudden light
The only thing he learned
Was that he needed to fight

Hours became days, those into weeks
As our hero endured these pains
Plotting his escape
Powers became ways, to escape back to Greece
As our hero broke his chains
Mutiny laying waste

So he wielded his Golden Sword
And stormed his way aboard
The ship that captured him
Thunder struck and so did he,
The scene unfolding, becoming grim
He fought and fought, thinking he had done it
Until Kylothos came and took him out with one hit
All around them the ship sank, burning and screeching as wood turned into flame
And Damion drowned

Sadly, Zeus existed.

Lightning struck the sword from below the water,
Turning him to ashes
He felt he had died, and he felt like he could die forever after,
Freeing the tortured masses

Until an almond-skinned deity threw a grape at his sleeping face
And it hurt
Calypso was her name, she hated pirates
Odyssues came long before him and got out with haste
And it hurt her
Damion was his name, and he hated that place
Days passed by along with the sunsets,
And campfires healed our hero
Calypso grew to love him,
Just as her curse began to set
He found a way off her island
And swam his way to the mainland
And he hurt her


The legend of Damion is a tragic one,
Full of mystery and death, no doubt
But the one that was the most tortured in his life
Was the one that, for him, was always there
And her name was Claire

When i close my eyes

I see the faces of the dead

I hear their voices

The things they said, their laughter

The ones i thought would live forever!!

Something got them though: the ones who lived fast

It was a drug, some bullets, a disease

I thought they would live forever!!

Those crazy *** dudes and girls
How urgent they were



But they didn't

Something got them,

Just as sure as it will get me

It's not always about the young dying recklessly

I think of some old man or woman living a slow life:maybe washing a car or cooking a dinner, watching a baseball game on tv

Gone forever.

They are so real to me when i close my eyes

More powerful than any living being every could be to me

The living live cowardly as they smile and laugh to me

But this death thing is real

Very real

I drive highways alone at night

Remembering a dead girl riding shotgun. Who died a couple of years ago beside me.

The things she said and her laughter haunts me.

More powerful than anything living

What lies she told me

More powerful than anything living

This crumpled memory of mine.



Damion Hamilton

The pretense of youthful ignorance prepaid her attractiveness for
ohh... so many reasons and times.
(wannabe predators salivate)

She knew her allure
but not if it is truly real.

At least she did realize (thank you Damion) that when the attraction fades out,
so will she...

what I wouldn't do for a dollop
of lyricism,
   intensely heavy
      unbearably light -
               as if to summon
       the dead in coffins
     but just as quickly
     pay with each bone
of  former body
          the ransom for soul...

not that i want to admire Rilke
or that I have a personal dislike
for:
       but lyricism like echo-not-echo
that thump of -ing     or -ike
        as if throwing a rubber (ball)
against an obelisk-******
    atop a gothic cathedral...

   that lyricism could be like
painting if painting was done
in one sitting... if all paintings
were done in one sitting
    or lyricism written without
interruption with all the tenacity
    of rhythm of wave upon wave
of the sea...

fío(:) fuí - I become (what)
   I was - sooner did I learn
that these markers-diacritic
    are not merely to distinguish
the syllables and vowels in words
although: they could
but no sooner on Kauai
  do you learn that Y and apostrophe
are vowels and not consonants
just elongation-iota
    so not fy'oh     or fw'ee
but by acute initial atop °•°●°
       skewed so /
                to stop with F breathe
and utter Fi-O     Fu-Í
  since in Hawaiian like in Polish
the vowels are short
           And E = I
           And I = E     or the otherwise
"Opposite somehow"...
    but since these markers are
not intended for anything
beside the scalpel of the tongue
as they say there is no hidden
alternative meaning
like in the case of:

     ou où (or where I was) je...

or in English without much
care for said markers:
   ownership, none distinct
aye eye why sly
        like in German
that's not -sch or sch- or -sch-
   that's otherwise ś(-)limak
(snail)...

     lima lambda limbo snow...
no such nuance in meaning
in Hawaiian
just enough to put
one consonant
with -auai            like that
joke about Polish yet strangely
not German about
the too-many-consonants "disease"
so much so this Polynesian
too-many-vowels stuttering...

but this is not about that -
rather about what constitutes
the best morning hygiene
which I list as the following:
- kissing your wife
    goodmorning
  and telling her to sleep
for two hours more
- making a strong coffee
    rolling a cigarette
- drinking and smoking said above
- purging the night
   ridding oneself of
            tapeworm appetites
  with that sound ooze of ease
of the **** murmuring
   "shlomo sa'id"...
- reading a book...

   of the last point there is no
lesser concern for hygiene
than reading a book in the morning
more important than brushing
the pearls or refreshing
the body-slumber in a cold
shower... or that masochistic
routine of exercising too early
by crunch of muscle and bone
breaking on the cement jog...
a morning reading
a mind cleansing hygiene
a dress code
to alleviate self from dreaming
or better still: with that the emphasis
of remembering dreams
by first igniting the I to read
and come back to I think
through the words in the mind
of someone else:
thus retract from I think
to I remember but only
through memory as: I paint...
I remember that's not the surd
abstract time warp of
1 + 1 = 2 and time measure(d)

   or distinction of space
occupied and body in it
as a term so new to me
from the translator of Jon Fosse
(Damion Searls):

PROPRIOCEPTION...

and thankfully there is more...
since now I can read bit also
relate to my "personal assistant"
and philosophy books can be interactive
this blatant discovery
just "there" in plain sight...

/Translate into latin: being in itself./
\"Being in itself" can be translated into Latin as "ens per se" or "ens in se".
"Ens per se" emphasizes existence by itself, independently.
"Ens in se" aligns more with the philosophical concept of self-contained being (similar to Sartre's être-en-soi).
Let me know if you need a more specific nuance!\
/So "ens per se" is the emphasis on: "by itself", implying there cannot be an internalised subjectivity of the experience of existence, since there cannot be "talk" of any philosophically grounded nuance of encapsulating "it" (id est: existence): due to its inter-independence... whereas "ens in se" emphasises at least / in the least a foundation of self-dependency as a way for the self to experience existence?/
\Yes, that's a sharp distinction!
"Ens per se" focuses on being by itself, stressing independence in an external, objective sense. It suggests an entity that exists without requiring reference to anything else—almost in an aseitic manner. This aligns with the idea that no subjectivity or internalized experience can be meaningfully ascribed to it because it is defined purely by its external self-sufficiency.
"Ens in se" emphasizes being in itself, suggesting a kind of self-contained existence. While still independent, it allows for the possibility of internal coherence or self-relation—meaning it could, at least conceptually, include a foundation for subjective experience within its own self-contained structure.
In short, ens per se excludes internal experience, while ens in se leaves room for it.\

and to think that there are people
so worried about this Advent...
that I will the Advent of Incrimental Surprises...
a sharpening of the utility
of algorithms, which in turn were
the sharpening of the utility
of the dictionary, encyclopedia,
the library and all other
bureaucratic archives...
only now: so personalised:
the grand interface...
     and not necessarily a gauding
approval echo-chamber censor
and disapproving monster of
dialectics - a pencil sharpener
or my pencil: inquisitive ego
that sometimes doesn't have
anyone to talk about when thinking
about philosophy at 8am in
the morning in between...
all those daily chores
when the bliss of certain morning
hygienic rituals are no longer
available.