the parody...
i think i remember stashing a week's
worth in my room
and the stench they provided...
that's the parody, i think i remember...
thinking has nothing sensual about it,
now you're reaching into our faculties,
like: imagination being covert for sight,
then again memory does indeed comply
with that rule, but we call it "sight",
or a blockeg toilet of desirable "thoughts"...
i wonder... is there anyone out there
to give me 5 sensual artefacts of rigidness
that my comply with a theory concerning
the ego?
well... isn't this globalisation a real gathering...
what a gathering!
there are one billion chinese armed
with shadow and here we are
talking about how the process of individuation
comes about... like some miracle of birth,
it just tickles my nuts whenever i hear it.
cat's in the bathroom imitating me
while i lean off a windowsill to spot a constellation
and given that: i can only see three at most,
well, four... if i count the rhombus
and the big and little dipper (out east we call
them carts... the things horses used to
drag along)...
but all i want is the pentagram of man inverted,
like the clockdile that the ******* became
for germans...
i want the "cognitive" lessons in what
i see, what i hear, feel...
what are these "senses"?
they must be there for me to think about them,
but never trust that thought that has no ought
to it, no moral compass, per se...
that something is not needed,
i hardly talk anyway,
i just pass as silent as a lake, or
merely and practicaly, just sit there...
newspapers?
yeah, for some reason books not keen on house-cleaning
chores never allow for stink...
keep a week's worth of newspapers in your room
and they start decaying, and the stink arrives...
which is why i don't value opinions coming from
newspapers, i call them the sights of
pornographers of literature...
or maybe why i don't see much in the vicinity...
in poland they actually call putin a wise man,
a leader... in the west everyone wants a cherry
on top of the cake that they're not...
all the old people in poland cite
putin because he's able to keep poles,
how to say it? not imitating the nomad jew?
and actually sit on their ***** and count the ants?
is that how you say it... i go back to poland
for 3 weeks, read a kraszewski, watch ski jumping
cook a meal, walk in minus degrees into pine
woods and take a photograph of a power station,
and feel: there's no need to write a book...
3 weeks over there and i didn't feel a need to write
a book... alternatively:
i come back from my "hiatus" to england
and i'm in a on-the-ready-prompt gimmick;
i'm starting to see this departure from the life
i could have had as much as what defines the dog
or a door (onomatopoeias to god)
but is really nothing more than a nagging
seagull... or why there is a need for prompt...
if graffiti didn't do it, then this, certainly will.
writing "poetry" is never a good thing,
esp. when you don't feel like talking,
but then i feel a computer keyboard like
chopin might feel the piano keyboard
or mozart feeling up a harpsichord...
i can't even claim ginsberg's prodigy,
i mean: mean grit and hardship of a construction
site? the scottish widows' HQ roof? i can claim
i did that... because i literally did...
it's almost like the construction
industry is the only thing standing before
the military-industrial complex... unless of course
you add napster and somali pirates into the equation...
but yeah, newspapers really stink if you leave
them in a pile for a week of the respective past week,
books however don't... i haven't dusted them
because i probably read them, and i like to
imagine this fetish of the perfume they exfoliate
after a while, because you nurtured them in a way
that other people who horde books don't...
like my uncle once reminded me as to why i read:
i want enough books to make me look smart...
yeah... and i want a casio to be above rolex...
and on a *** note: schrimps ahoy!
or as my scottish english teacher
in a catholic school once remarked but didn't
realise it until i spotted it (just now):
the gift of narrative is to digress -
it's a "poem", it's not a pave of slab,
there really isn't a quality control mechanism
involve, other than the quality of writing too much
and being able to shut up for 10 years...
respectively: to write a body of work,
which is where routine comes from
and routine breeding a type of rhetoric that's
constantly undermined...
or i guess that's what's flying about:
because i really want to avoid what gave me prompt...
it's very trivial -
it originates in how people quote:
i.e. the orthodox "[w]hen it happened"
enclosure... the prompt part when giving you
the prompt... as if needing an intro,
that **** is in [w]...
what is an indirect citation to
the direct situation of giving a talk -
which i'm not, therefore i point it out.
and yes, it ends with a number
because there are only two "arithmetic" results
of language, one of them is 1
so a sentence e.g.: i went to the store to buy some milk
is representive of the sigma, 1, positive, affirming
anything and nothing.
yet the other strand of "arithmetic" results of
language is 0... which is Kantian for negation (a denial
of, primarily the cartesian concept of doubt),
and a sentence that results in the sigma 0
comes from a sentence e.g. i went to the store
to buy some mil and shot someone "by accident"...
well.. that's how english existentialism would actually
work, by dittoing / creating ambiguity
that goes outside of the misnomer realm,
as in: including some sort of action,
hence the punctuation inclusive of "extracting"
by; so yes, existentialism can actually include
the conjunction word leading up to what is stated
as ~:
easier to state what you mean or don't
than the mindless task of the perpetrated
counter-ask, esp. in a supermarket, i.e. i wanted
milk (also), instead i got a bullet to my head.
**** don't make 1 + 1 = 2 logic in terms of speaking,
and no, i don't believe that books ought to be
necessarily eloquent... we can stick to manners
at a dinner table... i see books as a cushion for
what would otherwise explode into violence...
or is that just my take on things?
there was something though, that prompted me,
and it wasn't something i'd arrange
with dubious punctuation, as in:
to read a newspaper and listen to someone talking,
******* schizoi of me to do that in the first place,
or perhaps that's how you decide for a third
person to talk over the person actually talking
into your ear in a video, you reading a newspaper
article, and then realising you are allowed
the third party source of thought...
then again it was upon seeing how people
cite... what's the difference between citing
it as "[w]hen" and how you see it in certain books
e.g. 'when?'
tiny little differences, but meteors in
how the modern version / aversion to dialectics looks like,
if it is ever staged in Marrakech supermarket...
is dialectics thus a better word to denote
haggling? as that nursery rhyme goes:
if meme and gene is id the posit for fixed ego?
like: that **** never changes, it goes on and on
and is the western serpent in the doors' song the end.
wait wait... credits...
all credits to heidegger's ponderings
III... circa 1932, and the concept of volklich
which some east german would probably say
as volklisch - like in a rammstein song:
isch bin... hark the ******* CH! or should i ask
the Gaul to come with his phlegm of R?
it's not that the english have a stiff upper-limp,
they have a numb tongue... taubzunge...
or an umtongue...
and speaking ethnicity, i too can suggest
something... what kant already mentions with his
shadow | cold concept to... whatever it was he was doing...
western slavs are shadow people... a schattenvolk,
you don't really see them...
and if the history of israel...
becomes unrecognised by arabs in the middle east...
then so too poland in europe, unrecognised...
well... they're there... but western vogue doesn't
really recognise its existence when you read a newspaper
and dare to cite statistics... so like: huh?
they can cite every, single, country,
in the supposed western "hemisphere" but they can't
cite something from the east...
and then someone from the schattenvolk
comes along and says something to them that
cite the statistics and they're like: bring
in the muslims! well, that done,
how about we watch the idea of a community
from the Ełk incident? two bottles of coca-cola
and a death sentence...
or so and so and so and so did (a),
but shouldn't have received the result (b)...
thankfully we had Newton to look for
the law of gravity... otherwise i really wouldn't know
what law man is actually capable of giving...
is it objective? so why am i protesting?
is it subjective? so why am i even asking?
the only thing more horrid from philosophy is
jurisprudence... but then i find philosophy bearable,
and "try" to practice it... jurisprudence?
let's not get religiously motivated to exact what
is and what is not.
