.for me: i have no qualms / grief with the jews, but, the moment they stop selling me the crucifix, along with the greeks, then we're fine... since... heidegger's concept of dasein, "da" sein (there's being), so, more to the point: hier (here), jetzt (now)... this is the... diese ist die neukreuz! this is where i make my mark! for why would i, worry about Palestinian ambitions, creating these new "jews"... when saudi arabia looks by, idly! drive those camel jockey sand-******* out of their dune strongholds! play them! that's why i always gave favours (in mind, at least) to the ****'ites of Iran... after all... what Arab is worth the worth of a Persian? hmm? oh, wow! they own a book! they, finally, decided to entomb themselves with the ability to read! so... they thankfully... caught up with the vikings! well done! bravo! they might have been "illuminated", enlightened in the middle ages... but, now? sheep need herding, lucky for you, pompy pomp pomp pink: the sand-******* are sitting on black gold... oh i'm, rife! i'm, rife! with toxic bile! i just want to spit it on their faces! but... alas... since i can't... i'll make a summary, in writing, of what the future deserves! the future doesn't, deserve. arabian-esque summers on the continent of europe... i pray... that many footballers will drop down like flies when the, bought, rather than earned, world cup happens in quatar... i hope, they, drop, like, flies! you made me, now, endure me... i source my genesis in something that transcend both the symbol of the cross and its origin of golgotha in jerusalem... i place my compass within the subtle hands of "da"-sein... ridiculous as it might seem, i place my faith in a deutsche-mann! again, to utreiterate: whether "hier" or "da", nonetheless: ex-instance... out of every instance: sum, i am... the "thinking" bit we can solve on the way... and if we don't? then? we, don't! i'm tired of dragging the deutsche-geist through the murk of guilt-ridden filth! i'm tired of pandering to the semites, how they have entombed us with their history and their squabbles! i'm tired! hebrews, egyptians, palestinians, saudis... i'm... tired! as for ******* h'america? i'm tired of their ******* too! what was the best revision of movies, ever? colour through to c.g.i? or... b & w tinged with technicolour? my affair is with the latter... kim novak, jack lemmon, james stewart... look at me, idiotic european... forgiving a german... listen... once the h'american cultural export... started to wane, a "wee" bit... a, "tad" bit... i'm looking for the *made in china spectators... hell, back "in the day"... jeans with a label: made in canada? very un-capitalistic... they still last you, 30+ years in! as do the shirts! i guess... capitalism is now, very, reliant on low quality products... so... it can pump out a large quantity of... low quality products... but... if i'm not mistaken... it used to be an economic model... that used to... pump out... high quality products... in a sustainable amount of products: an equilibrium of supply & demand! christianity like the evolution of capitalism has died in me, socialism is already dead in me, given, i believe it works: but when it has to exceptionally work... in a post-war ridden state... not, not as a system to overthrow the existing model, which, is, already in crisis! imagine! imagine the times! "once upon a time", growing your hair long was associated with listening to heavy metal music... now? you're trans-gender... i'm starting to itch, as if i'm a father from 1950s h'america... now? i'm all into beards... i sometimes complain to myself: if only i could, once again, shave... but then i find relief, a baptism of sorts, not having to shave! plus i managed to replace the ambition to play either a violin or a guitar, but fiddling with: the translation of ***** hair from the groin, onto my face! hey presto! two birds, one stone!
for some reason, i always get these
"revelations" (for lack of a better word) -
as one might receive a signature
of a thunderstorm in the form of
lightning upon the sky -
and it usually predicated by
listening to a few pop songs -
and then listening to the
*cantos of templar knights -
but then again, you sometimes
really need extremes,
as the canadian sayings goes -
we only have two seasons,
one's winter, the other is construction.
heidegger's ponderings V, aphorism 41,
da / ein-da / die-da vs. hier vs.
die-hier / ein-da
(the here,
a there -
the there,
such a joy...
playing with words associated
with the category of conjunction /
preposition)
daßein (sharp s / sæwelō s - ᛋ -
in masculine rather than feminine
form - sun - the golden serpent: order!)
inverse stress on being
detached from a there: da-"ßein"
taoist's foregetfulness
with regard to the world and its being
constituting beings (heidegger's style
of expression, i know, can be a muddle)...
ist da - is there
hier - here
komm hier! - come here!
hier & da - here & there
auf der stelle - here & now
stelle:
schnellen - quickly
schwellen (ich bin) - i am swelling
schelle - bell
bruchstelle - break
misnomer equation (time-space
complex analogy)
da-ßien = hier-ßien
i.e. stressor on being,
which morphs into a reconstruction
of the original equation:
i.e. "da"-ßien = hier-"sien" ≠ nichtsein;
but this simply illustrates
the revised crux...
Daßein is the new crucifix...
worded, i gather that...
and less illuminating via
propagation to the masses...
in a format of symbol, since, worded...
but... aren't all of us literate?
no?
a few, accountable, "alliterations"?
false accounting of facts...
the blood in my veins,
is the ink on whatever composes itself
as a replica
of my body, on paper.
