is it me or does Led Zeppelin's all my love of the burnout feel akin to The Doors' hello, i love you feel similar bigger than Spirit's taurus, i think it does, the sparkle-clad-show lost. after being born in the 20th century i feel no nostalgia, nor regret, why is nostalgia the bridal maid of history? if threes are a Poseidon's tridents - history, nostalgia, memory then correspondingly: how it is, what if, how it was - respectively. i'm also prone to the nuance of Jamaica in D'yer Mak'er... or Lenny Kravitz's my love (the twang, not the message - necessarily tiresomely true, not Kula Shaker's govinda) - but this is still early 21st century, we're well ahead of ourselves, Miloshevich (a.k.a. Geert Wilders) vs. Blaire at the Nürnberger Prozesse - bachelors and barristers and lawyers have this thing about defending democracy and the spread of justice wearing Mickey Mouse's gloves spreading colour, and to boot: as if **** didn't affect them...

hunter (a) - see a silver-back politician scurrying past like a rat?
hunter (b) - was it scurrying with a ten-tonne white elephant?
hunter (a) - might have been, very much would be.
hunter (b) - what was his name? i have a fail on face recognition.
hunter (a) - we nicknamed him Hannibal.
hunter (b) - yeah, he was here, went grey-haired
                     like a hare on steroids the minute we mentioned
                     the Arabs weren't sponsoring any foreign
                     investment in the internal combustion engine
                     as having no future via the investment sector
                     of conscience via the law-courts having lost.
hunter (a) - that's him!
hunter (b) - a mile ahead, a Kali icon with the skulls
                     of twenty Saddam Husseins around its neck!
hunter (a) - if i were a pensioner i'd shout bingo right now...
                     ah, **** it... BINGO!
hunter (b) - you're very much welcome.

there exists no democratic essence in history, history isn't democratic because it's theocratic in the examples of who's remembered, if democracy would reign over the practice of historical investigation, no one would be remembered, it would be democratically just to forget the stupendous and the un- of so stated consideration, history is investigated by theocratic resolve - no one actually voted to remember Saladin or Genghis Khan, democracy played no part in these figures being remembered - why hasn't democracy involved scientific scrutiny in its argument to persist? by scientific i don't mean chemistry, biology etc., segregated from the humanist studies, by scientific i mean omni-, the all embracing - after all, history invokes a memory of absolute anti-democratic examples of ruling, given present concepts of democracy none of these figures should be remembered if democracy is to experience a pinch of **** ideology of being a pure idea without deviation into ideology that might hijack it - but it's just that - the purity of the idea, always persistent, coupled with the mongrel tactics of it being exercised.

In friendship dedicated to Geert Verbeke


Oh yes,
I was born
the wrong side
of the track

I never lied about it
was proud of it
wouldn't think of hiding

hat I was born
the other side
of the track

I confessed,
undeniably,
convincingly,
uncontroversially,
irretriev­ably

that I was born
the wrong side
of the track

but the more I insisted,
the more I persisted,
the more I conceded,
the more they said
that I was lying

for, they said,
nobody the wrong side
of the track
can lie that sincerely,

nobody who's able
to play the part
that well

to tell tales
so veraciously
so reliably

can be born
the wrong side
of the track

so now I lie
about not being born
the wrong side
of the track

and lo and behold
now they believe me

for, they say,
nobody born
the wrong side of the track
can lie that well

she is the queen
of the festival
that girl that claimed

to be born
the wrong side
of the track

Oh yes,
I was born
the wrong side
of the track

I never lied about it
was proud of it
wouldn't think of hiding

hat I was born
the other side
of the track

I confessed,
undeniably,
convincingly,
uncontroversably,
irretrieva­bly

that I was born
the wrong side
of the track

but the more I insisted,
the more I persisted,
the more I conceded,
the more they said
that I was lying

for, they said,
nobody the wrong side
of the track
can lie that sincerely,

nobody who's able
to play the part
that well

to tell tales
so veraciously
so reliably

can be born
the wrong side
of the track

so now I lie
about not being born
the wrong side
of the track

and lo and behold
now they believe me

for, they say,
nobody born
the wrong side of the track
can lie that well
In friendship to Geert Verbeke


she is the queen
of the festival
that girl that claimed

to be born
the wrong side
of the track

It's a wonderful book.

Geert Mak: In Europe
Churchill's greatness
     20th century