i gather, all philosophy is written on the anti-cross, or a sickbed... and all maxims on the deathbed - in between there's nothing but vain distractions that have no basis for a consensus of surprise - they are merely therapies of manual labours, shadow-caste by weakness to invoke a sense of belonging to this world akin to a labourer of pure action - reduced to the same pure action: as one might showcase faking one's own death.
Kant said of poets: bothersome flies -
here to steal the cupcakes of my pondering:
zwischen die volkern erzielt wird
a mondus vivendi - in vivo or in vitro?
alter: mondus quasi vivendi -
and all that talk about sabotage (canto xix)?
his own poetry - even the sarcasm, but
especially the sarcasm shines through pristine
as if Hannibal Lecter talking about Alabama:
i gawt dem tousand doughlars tough mak 'em...
awl over the plaice -
got to give Ezra the cheek for demonic
slapping to shove that one, up their pristine
temple of ahoy ****! still, the variation is there:
usury and simony - talk of,
Thomas the Cartesian -
Peter Simon the Usurer - the rock that gave
way to 1000% a.e.r. of maggot - interests rates
and what they said about her:
piece of meat for the film, *****,
second rate: ***** slapped to Disney - and aren't
women natural sadists? i guess the Cesarean section
was a move in the wrong direction:
*****, pain! *****, pain! well...
if i was ever to be bothered, i'd be bothered now:
they're saying you need your genitals stretched
like Armstrong winning the 8th tour de france -
but f.g.m. is bad, bad bad bad -
hey, i was the one who said: get an abortion,
i didn't love you in the same way i ****** you...
you'd think she wouldn't think she was a murderer
akin with me, until the **** ***** turned into
a yanking diaper wearing blob -
i love how precursor physics akin to
post-physics (metaphysics) is entombed with pepper
ante: so sneeze into the benzene ring and get
either para- or ortho- physics out -
but she was russian orthodox, which is worse
than roman catholic: no feeling of guilt -
just the relativity factor: forget female rights:
let's just **** the ****** for giving her freedom -
yeah... and i just graduated and couldn't find
a job in chemistry, was working as a roofer:
she has two apartments in St. Petersburg and a mansion
in Siberia... and she sums it up as: i have no money.
blah ha ha ha ha; and i have an aunt in Warsaw
who sends me monthly stipends to drink myself to
death while i write the alternative to Proust.
he really gave it to them in Ohio: i really gave it
back to London, imagine being published in the town
of your birth, simply because the western notion
of a book: is actually a brick, or a rubber door-stop -
unless you're famous? forget it... seriously,
they really have destroyed poetry with the idea that
autobiographies will **** poetry off...
question is: if you lived an interesting life...
why would you write a book? why would you?
i'm sure you'd continue making life interesting,
Don Juan wrote a book, Faust was like: bartender!
next round! and what's with these ghost writers?
that's like taking the concept of narration
and inventing a fourth dimension -
our literary tastes and ambitions... are actually
ruled by dyslexics - people who not only can't
write... but who primarily can't punctuate...
now... if this is a healthy society (that we live in)...
then i guess Iraq is an improvement after toppling
Saddam... bra-*******-vo.
if i were the west i'd shut up
for one generation, and stop this political fetish of
foreign policy - but, as you guessed it... it won't work...
just today, a program: 15 years after -
truth, lies, and conspiracies - well... if Guy Fawkes
did blow up parliament, we wouldn't be having
bonfire night celebrations, we'd be having debates...
but since Guy Fawkes plot was a failure:
ola anonymous! ola whoever...
and that massive tower in Dubai?
it was an architectural coup - let's freshen things up,
let's keep the competitive streak coming -
who's ******* overshadows all other erections
(egoism)? point is... i don't even care,
there's no point playing hide (deny) & seek
(doubt) with these people... there's no point!
i'm not seeking the ultimate noun -
or how you perpetrate grammatical cleansing:
you basically strip words of meaning,
and drop them, face-down, into their respective
grammatical category, and the job's done:
no grander meaning, no ulterior purpose,
no alternative suggestion;
or rereading Nietzsche - you either recite
something by the author, or you cite the authority
behind your own investigation - the former is
sycophantic stagnation, the latter a narrative continuance:
furthermore? continual nuance.
that's how rhyme will remain until i find
the original intention of poetry's need for rhyme to
be anything but what it currently is: unappealing -
it's like poets want to write something that can be
classified as poetry... which obviously leads to
the controversy of: but it's so ****** unappealing!
hence the revision of rhyming to and from couplets -
i only came across an interest in philosophy aged 21...
any sooner and i'd fall for reciting dogmas and
upholding the arguments of others...
but i only came across this subject through
a collision with strife: or the lost care to strive
in order to suspect a need for social ascension into
the heights of respectable society of: horse racing
at Ascot, champagne and caviar: and airs: oh may i,
oh you do indeed, sir.
and in each and every one of us:
the brute: the comedian.
what Nietzsche did to emphasise with italics,
i'm doing it with the colon - for it is said that the colon
economises emphasis without Niccolò de' Niccoli
(ò) - i.e. Nichole - née coal -
in French: cut short; which means? have you ever seen
a new form of literary monopoly emerge
that wasn't ecclesiastical? i have... the diacritical markings
on standard Latin letters - they're not taught:
merely accepted - suspension of illiteracy
hibernating in ages of education:
on purpose dangling - the stick a metre from your
head, the carrot a Don Quixote fata morgana -
truly: a mirage. SKY: believe in better.
all those guys in advertisement know their philosophy -
once i met a guy who once worked in advertisement
and was shocked when i summed up Sartre as:
voyeurism.
but there's a new monopoly on literacy in town,
it's obviously more refined than the old way of
telling secrets -
it's refined in the sense that i too would
have doubted whether that's haiku in ensō or enso'h -
dried up laughter, or the desert of once heard
laughter: lo'h 'n' behold a stammer for an earthquake -
so soon? yep, that much sooner.
looking at it, it's all Copernican
east north south west with some encoding, or all of them:
up there, on the international space station
you get a hard-on thinking about nautical mathematics.
i get him though, Nietzsche the Preacher -
although i limited my experiences in order
to never agree with his observations that precipitated from
his experiences - none of them could have come
from *a priori musings - what with his menage trois -
again: ménagé (à) trois - or faux pas, i.e. fau(x) pa(s) -
as Xerxes said: war! (alias Łar -
warsaw - or? Łarsała - siała baba mak, nie wiedziała
jak - chłop powiedział: a to było tak... a sea-saw)
while some dwarf Polish Duck, a.k.a. politician added:
V'AR! - while in this
retreat in France - Taizé - i served out lunch and dinner
for the congregation, working with this German
who preferred spiritual duty than army conscription
service; a memorable quote by him though:
vey d dn't oonderstaand my good En'glish arr-cent:
plus the Schwarzenegger for comparative literature.
