i can only recommend that, when reading a piece of journalism, you have a book of poetry handy... gathas & sophia are in no conflict, but sure as well the resentment between gathas & diurn is best settled by reading a newspaper, with a book of poetry at hand.
i never drink to anticipate a precipitation of
words -
i write in a non-anticipatory air -
just like i believe in an impersonal god -
so sieve the madmen from the madmen,
and arrive at the authentic man.
i drink, that's no surprise -
the surprise is:
give me something worth reading
written by a sober man...
hell, you find a dozen, you have yourself
a little party akin to christianity.
i know that in a drinking session i'll
have a few words gushing from my silence,
i don't write these observations from
the heart: i pull them, right out, from my ***...
as i usually compliment a day,
looking at the **** just excused from my body,
lucky for me to note:
red wine does wonders for digestion -
the plump **** akin to just enough
fibre being digested...
who would have thought that red wine
does miracles to a **** about to be ******* out.
one worthwhile observation thought,
in the chaos of language that is god,
the first child - gathas -
the second child - sophia -
the twins - vera & simi -
and the 5th child - *diurn...
it only takes the the child named
diurn to bypass the squabbling of
ancient pleads for affection between
gathas & sophia -
just have a book of poetry handy
when reading a newspaper article...
philosophy is akin to poetry,
with a standard of paragraph -
let's just say that poetry is:
philosophy - without a claustrophobia
and leisurely allowing enough
space, to make no man myopic.
what came after diurn is best believed
as offshoot strands of *******...
most likely encompassing
dei: sine septem, sine mensis,
sine annus, sine decas, sine vivo.
after all, diurn married the nymph
oblivi -
you only learn to forget
a day, when someone decides that you
must remember it...
deliberately...
to remember such a day is to
enlarge its purpose, its importance...
as they say -
videor est plus quam actum per se
ex fide dignus,
plus nihil decipio, curo statera,
quando curo id, alibi -
to appear is more than being an act in
itself, out of authenticity: nothing more
than a deception worth minding,
when minding it, elsewhere;
yes, i know, it's pig latin -
then again, pig latin is what you get -
i still have the right to complain -
educated in a roman catholic school,
that was too lazy to teach its students latin?!
so much for the so called "roman catholic"
school teaching the mother tongue -
maybe that's why i never took
confirmation -
hey, baptism i was a babe,
by first communion i was somewhat unaware
of things, but when confirmation came?
technically i was "born" a catholic,
but unlike richard dawkins...
i haven't been confirmed...
that book by the german author
about the gnostics -
that book: hooked me...
after all, the most interesting people in
christianity are the gnostics -
i love that: surd-g 'nostics -
'nomes whenever i grind the grr and
manage to be a linguo heretic and do add
the G - Gnome...
Gnostic - dia 'nostic? what's
the diagnosis on this chap, dr. hauzer?!
like i said, i know i will drink and write a poem,
obviously the quality is debatable -
but i never pull a poem out from my heart,
i prefer the ***...
as a recurrent thought occurred -
i'm still trying to smuggle in diacritical marks
into english, seems it would be easier
to smuggle in a dozen or so afghani sardines
or a tonne of tobacco from the ukraine -
i first tried it with the german eszett -
to be fused at the beginning of an english
word:
e.g. not soma, when in fact ßtatic -
not seemingly, when in fact ßmouldering -
not satire, when in fact ßtrict...
not supposedly, when in fact ßpam...
not sister, when in fact ßquare -
but the english won't buy smuggling
diacritical marks, like i said,
sooner to smuggle a dozen afghani sardines
than a single diacritical mark.
