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Mateuš Conrad Mar 2017
i read stories of angry drunks and wonder:
           why am i so "pathetic" reading into calm?
don't know... truths by a millionaire
might make more sense...
mix ***** with coke watch
the icecubes melt and then take another
sip and it's harsh, pinching like
a crab's signature...
         but then alcohol formulates
around me like a memory tool,
gone are the lessons of school,
      gone the need for arithmetics that
lead to no hoard of gold of erebor -
just that cinema and standstill -
   like my genesis of memory,
  with a great-grandfather in kindergarten
him playing the piano and me playing
a toy piano aged 4, and in my memory
he representing no clear image
but a mere shadow / merely a shadow...
               or laughing at my great-grandmother's
funeral, then sitting up at night
   gnashing my teeth so hard
until i managed to bite off a piece of my
left mandibular central incisor...
         and in the mourning crowd
  when close family members were throwing
flowers into the grave unearthed
and being asked to do likewise
i shouted no!...
                      and took the intended flower
to be thrown into the grave
   to my grandparent's home and sat there
with a candle, gently burning
     the petals with the flame until
the petals, originally red, turned purple;
it seems i can't forget my education in chemistry,
that's not me saying i prefer thought "experiments",
i find them abhorring,
             it's still perplexing how that rose
that was intended to be thrown into the grave of my
great-grandmother ceremoniously
     turned purple from red when gently
applying fire from wax...
        i'm sure a bunsen burner flame of blue
flame would have scortched it...
    as i'm sure you agree, there are hues
to fire, blue flames and very engaging chemical
experiments... in all honesty?
   i did the best chemical experiment in school
and not at university... thanks to mrs. khan...
it involved extracting polyethylyne
in an in vitro environment...
               what you might call an event horizon
akin to physics...
                    oh physics, and the fact that
it's focus on procuring adherents does not stand
within an in vivo environment they propose
to speak about it...
          oddly enough, chemistry does not
popularise itself, only biologists and physicists
popularise themselves,
         chemists usually turn into amphetamine
pushers...
  like: because it began with a ****** name
     and an even ******* primate, do i care?
no... i'm getting drunk!
  why do physicists and biologists get the *******
high-ground in culture and chemists get
the sub-culture? oh right... poetry and
the counter-culture...
      i own the literature:
a. atkins' physical chemistry
          b mcmurry's organic chemistry
c. shriver & atkins' inorganic chemistry...
   from experience though:
    organic chemistry is where you have fun...
it's almost culinary in nature,
   and the patience involved...
sometimes an experiment can last for days...
i find the other two environments too sterile,
well... inorganic chemistry is spectacular,
i'll just add that it's flamboyant...
             physical chemistry is a ******* graveyard,
that **** is so sterile that you don't
   even know whether it's physics or just
applied mathematics...
               but how electrons travel in
organic chemistry's textbooks?
            i could do that **** for ever -
                    the nearest thing to x-ray vision
of what is formed and how it all seems like
quasi-robotics of something taking off a faulty
limb and asking for a more manageable counterpart,
it's all metaphor though, evidently not literally
applicable...    but that doesn't say it's not similar
in the case of having such a point of view...
  but yeah... why do biologists and physicists
think they can speak about their theories
  as populists might speak their political agenda
when they're forgotten the principum in vitro?
                 what they are doing is what
current right-wing political movements are doing,
giving them a platform akin to populism
     i.e. via the principum in vivo...
                    i mean it's there, including chemists
running amok shoving toothpaste and petrol down
peoples' lifestyles... and sure, pills...
    but i find that less demeaning than showing
ideas into peoples' heads... like it might
       change their narrative skills for the better...
still...
        now i'm tempted to find the third alternative
to vitro / vivo...
                               in mirror, a replica,
    something that can compensate the phenomenological
groundwork for, say, the punk or goth movement...
     trouble is, what could be resurrected from latin
to derive the word mirror...
     mercury?                           it has to be,
given in silico, so there must be a counter-elemental
derivative working from that...
thus -                                             in mercurius,
     that ought to prescribe the x            definiton
     to a situation                  where + is rarely
                       attributed to the movement of the canvas;
and yes, writing can also imply
serving the dish neglect to all wordly affairs.
Paul Goring Mar 2010
Are you a male or a female?
Manliness

Describe yourself:
An Obscure Writer

How do you feel?
Kind pity chokes my spleen

Describe where you currently live:
Community

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
At the round earths imagined corners

Your favourite form of transportation:
Air and Angels

What’s the weather like:
The Damp

Favourite time of day:
Break of Day

Your relationships:
A Tale of a Citizen and his Wife

Your fear:
The Funeral

What is the best advice you have to give:
Variety

If you could change your name, you would change it to:
Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus

My soul’s present condition:
A Fever
Copyright - Paul Goring 2010
Saman Apr 2011
I love you like Sun
Wonderful to see
Impossible to reach
So far away…
So far away…

I love you like stars
Beautiful but cold
Out of my reach
So far away…
So far away…

I wanna be the Mercurius
The one who closest to you;
The one whom you love a lot;
For even, I must burnt
And dead.

I love you as best as I do
With the broken heart
With the twisted soul

The space is too much
Empties the life inside
Destroys like storm dust
Summons black hole
Walks into an eternal darkness

27/4/09, Batam
we never did an ounce
of hard work in our life
too distracted by television
we remain infinitely mutable
all our decisions so flexible
come quick and watch us change the channels
so many other signals we could respond too
for you are from another galaxy
and all my inhibitions retired early
i perform various feats of bravery
like stealing butter from your cupboardss
while all of my most intrepid acts
require the utmost of confidence
there are still too many swords here
and not enough ice to shave into statues
what a pity the way we forgave
each other our preferences
fortunately these days we are beyond
the thickest parts of the fray
in this dining room there are several pieces
of your brilliance waiting to be eaten
until with fingers licked clean
you inspect the totality of my being
and i suspect we are now ready to recline
on the omnivorous spines of our ancestors
and blindly worship, the old Mercurius
for the great Trickster still rules our souls
from within the ancient halls of entertainment
that we now pretend to call "a television"

— The End —