where was i? right, anywhere but here,
listening to some medieval music,
i sometimes sit in one place,
fade, and then find myself sitting
in the same place with a question
on the tip of my tongue: where am i?!
hard not to notice:
heaven reigns supreme with
a "st." michael coming down
with the sword...
depiction, please!
where's satan?
coming from below armed only
with a tongue...
fair fight, by anyone's standard:
i'm dripping sweat from both
ridicule and sarcasm...
st. michael comes down with a sword...
satan rises up with a flaming tongue,
does satan lick michael's sword
to draw the blood required for
running the heart factory?
medieval people and their
"nuanced" explanation...
so many images contra words
contra literacy of the people outside
the realm of monks...
satan rises from the depths of
hell saying: i wish a socratic dialectic
with god...
god replies: michael i will send armed
with swords...
who ever said: the quill is mightier than
than the sword,
implied: when the tongue has
to be necessarily silenced? then!
das schwart,
das feder,
das zunge...
how many definite articles are
there in deutsche? das, der, die?
too many or too few?
always with "st." michael armed
with a sword...
and satan... armed with only his tongue!
i guess, the tongue becomes a tank,
while the sword becomes a feather's
tickling effect...
angehoben das teufel von der
tiefe: und gab sie namen...
(raised the devils from the depths:
and gave them names)...
why is satan only armed with a flaming tongue,
while "st." michael is armed with a sword?
is god, the god-dialectic / theology
so afraid that it has to remain topped
with unchallenged imagery
of sword contra tongue?
ich werden anfangen:
ich werden treffen du hälfteweg...
im schreiben...
satan rose to a depiction
with "st." michael: disarmed...
tongue in mouth: which should have been
his hand, "st." michael descended with
a sword... come to think of it,
with satan's tongue cut off...
it still spoke to "st." michael within his
hand...
the sword overcame the medium...
and so writing was born...
once upon a time when satan's tongue
in his hand began licking the sword
of michael...
and? if the contemporaries
should hope to know:
writing is the res extensa medium
of res cogitans:
writing is an extension of thinking:
it's not an invitation to speak...
writing cannot be speaking,
however much commentaries you leave
behind...
writing is an extension of thinking:
it's not an invitation to speak...
it's no disguise...
in terms of the depiction...
enough of Milton and Dante and...
satan came to the summit
without his armour without his weapons...
the summit of the plateau...
tongue in gob and joke in cheek...
while "st." michael descended
wit a sword and a missing tongue...
it would appear that god cut out
"st." michael's tongue before his descent
while arming him with a sword to
cut the conversation even shorter
than it was supposed to be, to take place...
the aspired to monotheistic monogamy
of king Solomon,
to imitate swans...
Muhammad's lost enterprise of
the: greatest harem the world has ever
seen... sorry... Muo-Mo-Hammie:
the macedonian alexander beat you to
the count of 365 concubines...
as did genghis khan...
so many pakistanis with khan
as a surname...
your failed harem ambition?
compared to the otherwise world "greats"?
with the ******* promise of 72 virgins
post-mortem? that ship is sinking in my head...
muhammad failed in the ambition
of averaging a 100+ concunbine **** fest...
so he promised 72 for those that believed in
him...
and if he was ever competing with
king solomon? look at solomon...
he chose monogamy in the end...
i guess it's a noble enterprise to come back
among the lizards...
to spawn from an egg: from an womb
made external by an egg in the form of a bird...
birds: half mammal half lizard...
muhammad failed at having
an envious harem...
which makes me a little bit envious
of him... compared to the others...
he's quiet honest...
but if he was illiterate...
who the **** wrote the Quran?
what's that book, in praise of older women?
andrás vajda...
who would have written the first
verses (if not the last) of the Quran if not
khadijah **** khuwaylid?
i'm sorry to say: the feeling of conversation
soon turns into a feeling of conversion,
me, beer in hand, park, bench,
an old pakistani walks up to me...
flips out a digital Quran,
tries to convert me...
opens the book on surah al-baqarah...
i point at three words...
what are these, i ask?
he replies: oh... only allah knows...
really?! really?! i ask myself...
the three words?
alif. lam. meem.
allah knows?!
guess i'm allah then...
given alif: أَلِف (α, א) a-lif
lam: لاَم (λ, ל) l-am
and meem: مِيم (μ, מ) m'eem...
so yeah, "god" knows...
how was this old pakistani going to convert
me, supposing i was simply some european
"drunk" sitting on a bench, drinking beer,
assuming i was ease target for
isis propaganda?!
"god knows"... when it comes
to old pakistanis trying to
recruit young europeans...
god knows ****!
if this old pakistani was seeking an easy target
like some paedo, he was much mistaken,
what does a pumpernickle (has) to do with
a windmill?! zilch!
i'm not going to exactly crawl out
of my walther von der vogelweider:
palästinalied that much easier...
i won't....
i just think:
the yids have tight defences
against proselytes... they abhor converts...
islam, welcomes them,
at their own peril...
and there i was thinking that
urdu was "superior" to sanskrit...
an old pakistani tells me "god knows"
in relation to alif. lam. meem.
i guess the quran has an inbuilt
proselyte defence mechanism:
in reverse... ask a muslim what alif. lam. meem.
means... if they tell you: only god knows...
ha ha...
hello stupid...
is the islamic world playing
a jewish game of gematria?
are the three letters supposed to represent
some sort of "covert" message?
A.L.M.?
what, based on the hebrew alphabet
where "a" is not an an A but a consonant(s)
akin to ayin and aleph?!
the gay genesis?
really?
we: the europeans were perhaps
the barbarians in the medieval years,
harrowed by the cold...
lucky us: lucky me: we did learn to read...
so ignorant of the pakis to presume
such and such...
that we are still unable to read
and will fall for the next sort of *******...
look at us! we even began to question
christianity with the unearthing of
the nag hammadi library where
jesus played chinese whispers with
st. thomas!
next time i'll be listening to a camel jockey
or a magic carpet ride aladdin
i'll ask them: you dehydrated, or something?!
oh forget h'america,
their evangelical ******* is worth
as much as a free microwave or a toaster...
_
hell man...
i mean my neighbor smokes
16 8ths in a spare of the week...
wha?
****...
i remember i used to smoke
an 8th over the week...
yeah... an 1/8... of an ounce...
he smokes two ounces
in a week,
gets the **** on discount...
but still has to cough up
over 100 quid for the stash...
but... but... these organic
cigarettes you're pushing?
ha ha... **** me... holy basil
(tulsi leaves) -
and the peppermint and green
tea leaves?
in ******, whatever you want
to call it, rolling paper...
i've seen the inner sleeve -
big fan of hunter s. thompson,
i suspect...
otherwise you wouldn't
have used the second, plastic
filter...
tell you what... don't put
that plastic filter on every cigarette -
halve it...
or provide two or three...
it's reusable -
i smoked one of your
placebo marijuana joints...
and then i'm going to smoke
a red Indian cough-up...
ah... these blue Indians...
Vishnu centrists -
beyond blue blooded,
more blue skinned herbalists...
dunno... the effects are subtle...
you can only tell the difference
if you actually smoke tobacco...
but sure as hot **** on a street
in Calcutta -
it beats the Arabic portable
hookah pipe...
i.e.?
vapping - or vapourißing -
i'd say less a cure for tobacco smokers,
and more a cure for
the dope-heads...
he (my neighbor) smokes
2 ounces a week,
and somehow manages to stay
down on a job...
no ******* way...
he says it helps him to sleep...
like me...
a liter of ***** and two
paracetamols,
or one naproxen (if i'm lucky),
or two paracetamols
and one amitriptyline (25mg)...
sorry, what? sound of mind?
sound of mind to the point
where i'm mindful of grammar
and spelling?
**** man...
the content is transcendent
of whatever the receiving end deems
it to be...
i might actually buy into
this... placebo marijuana -
given that i am a tobacco smoker...
ha ha! holy basil:
like Basil Fawlty...
as you see...
there are people, and there are "people",
there are neighbors,
and there are "neighbors",
i don't see how the natives
can dictate universal laws of
private property ownership...
esp. over such... trivial...
meaningless...
sitting down on a cactus
****-naked "problems"...
i hate being mean,
i hate telling someone to *******...
i really do...
i compromised -
i stopped smoking cigarettes
out of my window...
but yesterday's confrontation?
over a ******* barbeque...
oops... the compromise
has just been revoked...
music blasting into my ears
through my earphones...
the next thing my cuntish neighbor
will "hear" is sign language...
oh yeah... that primary school
lesson:
(a) WHY (b) DON'T
(c) YOU (d) **** (e) OFF
(a) index + middle fingers
slapped on the left palm knuckles up
(b) index + middle fingers
slapped on the left palm knuckles down
(c) scissor index + *******
into the side of the left hand
(d) fist, vertical slam onto the left
palm
(e) thumb's up moving away from
the palm of the left hand...
because?
i just can't be bothered trying
to reason with some people...
they might as well be put in zoological
confinement, and put under observation...
but i'd feel sorry for the chimps
and other animals, have to share a close
proximity.
