"stefan" poems
. what's the difference between
thieves, and magicians?
not much...
both have quick hands...
and an awake,
yet asleep public communal
presence...
the thief has a public of
the victim,
and the c.c.t.v. "stage"...
the magician?
has a public of the crowd,
and the "dajjal" stage of
a camera replenishing
a concept of:
not enough public...
thieves and magicians are
bedfellows...
you allow one to flourish...
the antithesis will come
along, and in an indiscriminate
fashion...
allow the "magic" / "thieving"
to take place...
what is a magician,
a public figure... compared...
to a thief?
i can't see the difference...
the audience was fooled
by the magician...
the individual was fooled
by the thief...
are they... so much unlike
each other?
magicians can own
a theater stage...
thieves, sometimes... just sometimes...
own the, basic...
pointlessness of english
c.c.t.v. mechanics,
to make police officers make:
a follow-up investigation...
oh, but i have genius
interrogation practices...
no one wants to listen to...
like 10 hours straights of listening
to stefan molyneux...
or 48 hours, sleep deprived...
listening to BBC 24 hour news reels...
that **** could crack anyone...
what the americans did to the Iraqis?
last time i heard...
they blasted the slayer oeuvre
down headphones into their ears...
Americans... feeding conquered
Iraqis with a slayer oeuvre?
BRAVO! BRAVO! ENCORE!
and didn't the encore come?
******* retards...
crows feeding seagull chicks
with sinew and
regurgitated scavenger meat!
if only they played them some
Bach...
i'm pretty sure...
the Iraqis would still be left...
disorientated...
but the American army "interrogators"...
ha ha!
played them the slayer oeuvre!
WEE-TARDS!
anyone... and i mean anyone:
will relieve themselves as being
"tortured": doubly charged up,
and ready to ingest hyper-coffee
in the form of the Luftwaffe tactic
of ingesting amphetamines
(pervitin) -
night-raids... the londoonoirnischt
blitz, sloth krieg...
ya ya yawn...
urgh... burp...
and always... those poncy -
english, gay, aristocratic men...
and their... psychotropic women...
so what's the difference between
a common thief...
and a spectacle magician?
one "owns" cctv footage,
the other owns a stage...
yet both share a: quicksilver
take on, what cannot be
interpreted in either handwriting
or stenography...
hmm...
can't be sure whether
both could be considered legal.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC
coffee house is a place where you doubtlessly see all the people being swept away in an invisible connection you can not see--sometimes, there are also some people who get caught in discussion and stuck by diffusion. the coffee that you drink often converts you its energy to analize your life's difficult problematics.
coffee house is a place where you will genuinely feel sane if you see some people reading their own scripts or feel well-earned if you witness the self-interested people--where they hear their own tunes just for themselves, where they do not want to give you the same opportunity for joining them in thrilling your cochlear, even through the air filled with whiff of vapour. vapour which doesn't comprise the fumes of nicotine, but there is just a little amount of caffeine in its womb. however, vapour is vapour. it has its ability to serve you an effect to crave which oftenly makes yourself lose its excuse to refuse.
coffee house, is a place for the people who are looking for identities. coffee house is made for the people who keep analizing the layer by layer of their lives, for the ones who keep hunting the nucleus of your providence's atom, for the people who keep ripping apart their particles. not dalton, neither rutherford, nor thomson, not even bohr, as the ones who might be able to serve you a soup of theory which if you eat it, you might be enlightened and your life might suddenly be well explained. the chaos of your life can not simply be explained that way.
coffee house is a place where you will find the lonely people whose lives will always be tossed around, the people who keep glorifying the fumes of caffeine that can hit you back to the point where you can be boiled by new hopes. and it remains that way all the time.
coffee house is a place for them who are hurt and diseased, but feel like hospitals are not the right house to canalize their moans. precisely, they will find their house here.
in a coffee house, you will learn to be yourself, and you will never find the lesson at all schools.
in a coffee house, you learn how to admit your predestination as the Audience of Lives.
coffee house is a place where you will always find your own cinema seat.
Stefan Sagala,
February 4th 2017.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
"God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve."
But what if God did? What if I showed you
the lost book in that cramped hand some call Moses',
right to left (you read Hebrew, right?), the Book of Steve?
Stefan, if you're Orthodox. Esteban
if you also worship the ****** of Guadalupe,
but never mind those dark madonnas. The Book of Steve:
it's much like the rest of the Pentateuch, you'll recognize
the style, except that it was before Genesis 1
when Steve became a living soul. A lively, friendly soul:
when those animals came questing, Steve was thrilled.
He scratched their ears as he named them, puled
their ticks, asked them what they thought they should be called.
So he was scratching and chatting, naming away,
when up came Adam (Yahweh had been practicing men).
*"Hey, dude." "Hey, Adam. You think this looks
like a crocodile?" "I dunno. More like a fox?"*
They had a few beers (Yahweh's work of the day),
named five kinds of ants: Steve got carpenter,
leaf-cutter, sugar; Adam took fire and soldier.
Probably they made love, probably a lot (the world
Was young then), but the Book of Steve is demure;
Moses, or someone, drew the curtain of discretion.
When the curtain comes up, the snake
Still has brief feet, but Adam is changing the names
To better ones, and Steve’s not there. It seems
There were complaints. Stave talked to much, always on
About feelings, food, the slant of the light; sometimes
he wanted to be on top; he took the remkote, and didn’t
give it back when Adam glare. And his chest wasn’t nearly
enough like a pillow. It ws all too much.
The end of the book is torn out; there are marks of fire.
No one knows who defiled the Book of Ssteve,
But in some stories it is said that Eden has other quadrants
And that Steve is in one of them.
Stevek and the snakes with feet, and other people
Who missed the next book: the roc preening its iridescent plumes,
The unicorn lipping apples, the manticore haveint a dustabth.
They say that somewhere among the leaves of western Eden
was found a helpmeet for Steve, who was not fruitful,
who did not multiply, who had no dominion over the earth.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
NA KS. DRA HAB. NATANKA W GRZECHYNI MUSZELKI 52 OKTAWY DWIE VON STEFAN KOSIEWSKI Studia Slavica et Khazarica XXI Prolegomena do Niebopolityki PANDEMIA PSYCHOZY Zniweczona Rzeczywistość Zarys Estetyki Chazarów Fascynacja Obłędem
I
Czy Arcybiskup Krakowa Jędraszewski żydoską babkę Wojtyły
z domu Szulc wyniesie na ołtarze Kościoła Rzymskokatolickiego
za rodzicami Santo Subito Lolka przez tzw. populus Romanus
ludzi siatki ojca Hejmo w ramach działań operacyjnych SB?
Czy ważne święcenia kapłańskie ma Jędraszewski od kropienia
wodą święconą żeliwnych klap kanalizacyjnych w mieście Łodzi?
Czy uchodzi, by cudownie rozmnażane przez Dziwisza relikwie
zachowały ważność do usranej śmierci, jeśli gówno przychodzi
II
Kubicy w sporcie z przedmiotów szamańskich nie posiadających
nawet mocy placebo, bez wiary w modlitwę księży i biskupów
Episkopatu Polski, którzy w porze Pandemii CORONA ograniczają
liczbę członków Rodziny Góralskiej na Mszy św. za Ojczyznę?
PS. Nie licząc przychodów Kubicy pochodzących z dofinansowania
amatorskiej aktywności państwowymi dotacjami Morawieckiego
hojną ręką słupa Obajtka w PKN ORLEN, jak poseł Kaczyński nie
zalicza do Rejestru Korzyści obstawy i kierowców biseksualnych.
https://sowafee.jimdofree.com/2020/03/15/na-ks-dra-hab-natanka-w-grzechyni-oktawy-dwie-m52-von-stefan-kosiewski-ssetkh-pdnxxi/
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 4:31 AM UTC
49.
Men, Niemen?
most, rzeka i autobus
zatacza się w pagórki
Wilia?
w upale budzą się Suwałki
Memel zaciąga brzeg lasem
znużoną powieką
Memelland ist abgebrannt
mury
pagórki
coraz to milej do ciebie
miłe miasto
https://yandex.ru/collections/card/5e6f063db651624b1a7fd6ad/
53.
NA ANTOKOLU
na Antokolu
barok wkoło
stiukowi święci
w plafony wzięci
królowie
żyd jak żywy
w peruce na głowie
triumfuje w purpurze
nad ołtarzem w górze
zaś przy drzwiach
z krzyża zdejmowany
nie baczy na rany świeże
dłoń składa na grzbiecie
na nowym habicie
w ofierze
wpółobjęty
z jednego gwoździa zdjęty
ledwo, a już łaskawie
nad mieczykami z ogrodu
błogosławi płotu
regina pacis
dwa bębny tureckie
zdobyte pod Chocimiem
milczą w kruchcie nad Wilią
60.
JAK WILENKA
spóźnimy się na wieczór Alicji Rybałko
jak Wilenka po Zarzeczu kluczymy; mosty
w zaułki - miasto dla nas na trzy klucze
zamknięte, jak bajka o spiżowym wilku
w Pikieliszkach za dworem księżyc studzi jezioro
para łabędzi przy brzegu - tak prosto romantycznie
i książki w bibliotece dla dzieci tu
nadal dostać można jedynie po rosyjsku
a poezja Alicji, jak gotyk św. Anny
na palach olchowych i workach piasku
w płomienistym po wielokroć łuku
przenoszę na dłoni ten kościół
Stefan Kosiewski; OBY DO WILNA. Wiersze. Wstęp: Dr Romuald Cudak: Na marginesie. Redakcja: Barbara Jędrzejczak. Opracowanie, korekta: Tadeusz Adam Knopik. Łamanie: Robert Kosek. Wydawca: Stowarzyszenie Europejskie PONS GAULI; współwydawca: Radio PLUS Katowice Sp. z o.o. Drukarnia im. K. Miarki w Mikołowie. Katowice 2000 ISBN 83-914127-0-9
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 4:59 AM UTC
And always the silent smell
Of music follows
Each time his name is mentioned
Never justice,
Covered in ignored pleadings
With pinpointed accuracy
Constantly kicking
The ladder away
From his freedom
Evidence suppressed and misplaced
For 16 years
In cross currents
Of ignored medical reports
Miscarrying justice
And innocence
Constantly brushed
Under the carpets
Drawn back on curtains
Across hospitals
And your bedroom upon release
Which eventually killed you
A terrible crime
With two victims.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
A new Tunisian poetic genre is born.
What is a "Kasserine"?
Structure:
A Kasserine is a new poetic genre created on July 9, 2017. In it all is condensed in two lines with a sum total of thirteen or fourteen syllables. Its first line cannot exceed seven of them.
The title of a Kasserine must be an integral part of the poem in terms of interpretation. The number of its syllables must not exceed seven.
Subject matter:
In a Kasserine nature and imagination perform the same poetic activity. Nature ceases to be a mere mirror reflecting the feelings of the poet, the political or social situation, etc., and becomes symbolic in the very moment it renounces representation as a one-to-one correspondence . Nature in a Kasserine has no existence prior to the pricking into action of the imagination by the self of the poet. For, even though it is groundless (it does not belong to the self), the imagination has no intentionality of its own; this is why it needs the intentionality of the subject in order to be operative.
Samples of a Kasserine
Ruby Sun
Among amethyst silk clouds
She flirts with the sapphire sea
(c) Paula Swenson, USA
Tunisia
A fair island of light
in my imagination
(c) Jeffard Ster, USA
Red Giant
A star inside her implodes
Heavens of chaos unfold
(c) Stefan David Sederscog, Sweden
Voyeurism
The sea kisses the sky
Imagination beholds.
© LazharBouazzi, Tunisia
Note: Friends and acquaintances are cordially invited to start writing sublime (marked by repression of meaning) Kasserines.
(c)Lazhar Bouazzi, 9 July, 2017.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 4:27 PM UTC
i sit perched on a windowsill bored like any bird,
it's spring, busy time for the birds
getting mortgages and what not,
trying to stink out the cuckoos to stop
being parasitic and build their own,
in human terms an anti-robbery,
but it's not really boring, beer and the afternoon,
stefan zweig being more of a feminist
than all women i've ever heard talking,
that's the jew talking, loss of ******** eager
for a ******** marilyn manson's the gardener,
the bass man, got to layer over the drums,
bass does that... of course there can be some
insects floating above the bass doing l.e.d.
details, but when a bass guitar overpowers the drums...
that's when **** gets real...
so me and the birds... a three-way cuckoo dialogue,
two males trying to fight with that
funny: i can't walk without the agitated neck
rhyming with my strut... i can't walk without
nodding all the ****** time...
i ditched trying to capture the moment with
onomatopoeias, the dialogue runs like:
yeah ****** yeah?! want to start something?!
***** don't tease me! this is my roof!
na'h ***** the roof and the pussy's mine!
come on! let's box it out!
wait a minute - i'm not going to box it,
i'll peck your eyes out!
had i a chance for horns i'd ram you into
a pit of varied parasites!
****** come on!
so it's a lovely afternoon, stefan zweig,
pays lovelier compliments to nietzsche than
any woman could... she gave birth to one
******* he's a queen ant, giving birth to minions
and what other terrible function of society might
need...
i start saying something out-loud to take a break
from thinking and a crow begins croaking... cra cra cra!
then my cat begins playing with my neighbour's dog,
i protect him and start imitating barking...
then i play an autistic vector game
of trying to spot the point of interest that cats are
prone to suggesting...
it's this feline ping-pong... you look at something,
he looks at something, you measure up on
a mutual point of interest, flick the head
between point (a) and point (b), and hey presto!
feline autistic ping-pong.
woof!
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
A is for Arne whose throat was impaled
B is for Barnaby, killed with a spell
C is for Caroline who was stuck in a mine
D is for Daffy, sliced into lines
E is for Enid who was locked in an armoire
F is for Flynn, eaten by a gargantuar
G is for Gallus who was thrown in the winter
H is for Hilde, died of an infected splinter
I is for Ingrid who ate a sack of bearings
J is for Jona whose attitude was daring
K is for Kleinn who stepped on a shard
L is for Lars whose intestines were barred
M is for Max who flew alone to the moon
N is for Nelkir whose execution was coming soon
O is for Oliver whose body was twisted to death
P is for Plinny, burned by a fire breath
Q is for Qiara who died of a nightmare
R is for Ralph, committed suicide in despair
S is for Stefan who was lost in a maze
T is for Torlief whose blood was traced
U is for Ulfric who was burned at the stake
V is for Vera, swallowed by a snake
W is for Walter who ate himself
X is for Xenya, cursed by an elf
Y is for Ysagmor who was buried alive
Z is for Zach who failed to survive
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
czerwone korale...
czerwone niby wino...
korale jarzębiną!
stefan mąką sfobode!
rajcys! i sztyk, racz,
rumcajs!
krok miarą wnet...
i ottuchu kujące... szemrechu...
w sto nogę:
racuś: gzyms.... koło-łąg
Lajkonik -
turk toppled, the tartar,
arc ottoman, clutter dracul:
scoop of a tango when
shadow was applause.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 10:45 PM UTC
*(
)
(*
believe me, that's ****** up...
i'm looking at the moon
thinking... lunar years?
is it the right time to begin
that sort of strategy?
so what's a crying face?
*)
(
)*
like i thought...
in the former the eyes are "crying"
and the mouth is smiling...
and in the latter case the eyes are
"smiling",
but the smile is drooping.
just **** me... but keep the irony;
no, really, **** your english
acronyms,
and emoticon stressors
while discussing pronouns...
**** off!
stick to the emoticons,
don't get involved in pronouns...
like i already stressed...
it is no longer a pronoun,
it's a noun...
thanks to your "ingenious"
approach to restricting language
the communist never or would ever
do...
i swear communism was never
linguistic based, or cultural,
but simply economic biased.
no? **** i was lied to for the better half
of the 20th century.
**** me... try resurrecting the nazis
at this point... ha ha...
what shitstorm would come about;
they'd be zombie slowly speaking
german...
ah---------r, v---------e-----e-----s
e-------------dio-----------ts--------
joe-------------kee--------------ing?
reflex: no?!
oi! stefan! heinrich!
the cattle-carts!
where they're going?
auschwitz!
or as i like to call it:
dißneyland.
whenever in doubt,
colon + inverted commas,
or : mmm, mmm + " ",
or the heresy of
colon, :, and italics.
like i once said: is that supposed
to be quoted.... or unquoted?
three people talking at once,
is that the format of christianity?
stephen hawkings playing basketball
at the paraolympics?
australia at the eurovision song contest?!
never got to grips with the difference
between the linguistic zoological
enclosure difference, staged between
the cages ' '
and " ";
and i haven't found anyone
to explain this phenomenon to me.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
Rosa: Wieloświat leży poza granicami odczuwania Gombrowicza
i obserwacji Grotowskiego, natomiast HERODY/ Herodenspiel
von Stefan Kosiewski pozwalają obserwatorowi na życie nowe
vita nuova we wieloświatłowości kwantowej (ang. multiverse theater).
PDF: https://de.scribd.com/doc/269708846/
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 8:18 AM UTC