upper tier of crosswords,
mental rubric,
s a
t h e
r t
d e
shattered: quasi germanica
lexicon...
atom...
warm ***** and the chilled chaser...
or no chaser, hence
***** chilled to the consistency
of gome syrop...
liquidated clear liquorice...
Pazura (actor)
und Warszawa (a capital
of a European nation...
dziw... bo bez sfobody,
między... to eN...
ha ha ha ha...
e e Cummings conjuring
up the cOncEPt of orthography
in the native readers...
without exploring diacritical
mark application,
which, orthography rests upon...
co ma gzyms do
krawędzi
kiedy pietruszka
o, zajob...
i ta świcąca trójci Pitta...
nie brody warta,
tylko tego, bolka jolka...
greckiego, fagasa...
a piernik do wiatraka?
ujebany, Sergio Pansa...
...to guwno, tzn. prl'u:
co czyni papa new guinea
pierdolonym 'omikiem?
suka morda brud...
te kurwa... z... kreską!
bilingualist contra the polyglot,
UN of the latter,
trenches and no man's land
of the former...
6 Napoleons made
a dozen private Ryans...
at Jena...
'alf frisky Burgundian...
'alf celibate Schwabian...
crosswords and the thesaurus
avenue...
poetry...
and the robert frost analogy...
Dante and Virgil...
Homer's solo
with a blind man' stick,
or rather...
Homer and Milton...
sitting in a tree...
either a tongue bound
to the breath of Horace...
or the leash
and warden skit...
of the Minotaur...
somehow...
etymology always was,
and always will be,
the pedantic, bookish
version of history...
so much so,
that etymology bypasses
the ridiculousness of
Darwinsm, of form, of Plato...
aeons pass before ape
differentiates
the vowel from the consonant
or the onomatopoeia
from the mimic from
the noun...
then comes the continuum
crushing all genesis
theists, as well as all genesis
atheists...
love, love... and you typical
Sunday afternoon...
slang as an anti-etymology...
likewise the ape...
ape being slang, for man...
slang as noun as colloquial,
rather than as proverbial..
staccato...
and all sort of
mannerismsms of the,
"less informed"...
only England scorns
bilingualism it would seem...
unless it has no post-colonial
uncle toms to boast of...
P.T.S.D. of the 1946 Kielce Pogrom...
ever so shocking,
unlike the biblical credo:
go forth and multiply...
in any other instances,
less memorable, collateral...
guess not enough cousin fucky-fucky...
1 Chew worth 1000 Chings...
if not more...
Chew has a name, Ching has a number...
like the good ol' days...
bribing the ß-mann (eszettmann)
for Milka bishop choc bars.