in light of a film coming out... the... what is it?
the american society of magical negroes...
for a little while i thought
i was in on something...
humour me or rather:
i'll humour myself...
knee grow...
better still...
akin to Samuel Beckett's Watt
custard pie of verbiage:
a Mrs. Grown, née Grow used to
appreciate the theatre,
before meeting a Mr. Grown who
had no ear or heart for theatre
and instead adored opera and cinema...
these have become somewhat "angry"
statements concerning:
it would have been a privilege once
to be privileged so by nothing
equipping me to succumb to an Englishness...
only recently during a shift
a company rep
who i met ages ago supervising on level 5
of Wembley with:
that baby faced black giant
i'll call Alfredo for now...
come to think of it: race relations have
never been better: no since that
hiccup after a most glorious childhood
in the mid to late 1990s
something happened
akin to angry youths rioting at
Tottenham or some **** or other...
or: there was a designated desire for
materialism: so they started stealing bicycles
because there is no road tax invoked...
so this brown skinned... Pakistani Bangladeshi...
Indian... never mind:
we all look alike i've been identified
as Albanian, Croat, Swede, German, Russian...
us white people all look alike: don't you think?
it's a white "privilege", "thing"...
i thought Albanian was rather weird
since i have nothing southern European
going for me...
but this walks up to me and starts to embrace
my hands....
oh... i love where i work...
it's in full scrutiny of the c.c.t.v. so nothing
can be hidden...
he comes up to me an embraces my hands
with his...
says:
i've been sitting in this corridor with the other
company reps, in the dire cold...
my... you have really warm hands...
and we stand there embraced with hands in hands
one brown skinned boy
with a white skinned boy...
i think: rather weird...
i even managed to convince Francis the...
an African of sorts
to work his charm on the ladies
at the vending vans outside the L.S.
to give me free food...
and supposedly we're now buddies...
as the saying goes: black don't crack...
he might look like he's in his 50s by white standard
but i suspect he's in his 70s...
loud *******... almost grotesque
in his broken english but bulging lungs
of some baboon baroque boom boom boom...
not that i never think of myself
as the albino aqua **** similis...
because i do so it's not a real insult
if i'm also bewildered by my lack of tail:
although i have more hair:
on face, head, back, torso, legs, ***...
of note... i had to overhear the Englishman
in his 60s... frustrated, demoted,
given less responsibility:
how these types will cling to faking anti-racism
and begin slagging of eastern "Europeans"...
listen: i don't have the heart to beat an already
beaten dog... so this group classification
of eastern "Europeans" like there's no difference
between the Polacks the Hungarians
Lithuanians... it's just poor education:
or rather - to have been educated in
a hyper-geography of tourism that extends towards
Somalia and Hawaii...
but even i don't like to be grouped
in the term eastern "European"...
because there really isn't a term
western "European" given that that's pretty clear
the immediate distinctiveness of the French
the English, the Spanish, the Italians...
so this gas cage this rummaging in a collectivism
is sort of... unbecoming?
but like i said: i let the comment slide...
because i don't really have a hunchback
to lean on in terms of: historical reparations blah blah
and sorting the salt from the snort of *******...
but something is emerging...
new race relations...
i always had a positive race relations mantra
instilled in me...
all the way back from Poland
via a Juliusz Tuwim poem 'murzynek bambo':
accusations: because it was written by a Heb?
so much false-accusatory sensibility-ism
off an -ism off an -ism
yet none to gratify some diminutive
concept of what is so otherwise so wrapped in
grandiosity of: neither spectacle nor... problem...
בֵּית
b, yes... ah... *** *** army of Tottenham Hotspur:
beit... y... י
and. ת
טֵית (teis)
סָ wait... not teis? tey't?
סָ sa
מֶ m'eh
ךְ (X) harking k'h...
well **** me it's not mysterious to me:
ś š ć č ę
ł ż ź
סךּי
sky - samekh kaf sofit yod
a sky filled with ʊn i.e. 'uns
rather than noons: ω: oohs and oozing more oohs...
the double-o's rather than...
what? quadruple the u's? into u u uu's?
working from sky... sea...
QERE...
יָם (mem yod...
or rather... yod... a.... m.... yam)
yes it is...
שָׁמַיִם
hmm... ends with an m...
begins with a sh...
although a slightly different sh...
definitely a sha-
shin dot right not left so SH not S...
sha... ma... yi- -m
what was i asking? earth in 'ebrew?
shamayim... no... sky... oh lookie lookie...
i'm starting to get the hang of reading hebrew...
sky, sea... earth...
אָבָק a a down below... a tale of two Adams...
and already one on top, the Alpeh...
אָ (Aa)
א (A)
בָ (va)
with ק being Qof...
Aavaq earth is aavaq...
so it is: dust... or by extension a hint...
as much as can be ascribed
to the mystery of the yod (י)
i ascribe as much to the following combinations
that i call the bridge of sighs...
or the bridge of hiriq-tzere-segol...
where Eve and Lilith reside...
אה
חע
and in turn reversed: toward the bridge of laughter.
