sure, the romance, they are the new gods,
Paris, Rome, Barcelona (don't ask me about Madrid,
too royal),
a Venetian mask i would don, and become the quixote fighting treadmills rather than windmills -
although to Rome i have not walked
for my footsteps to encounter the pave,
but in the Venetian pirate lair, plunderers of Byzantium
i have set foot on, at the same time to have learned
of the number 613 near a synagogue and heard the shofar.
Paris (not the Trojan) is the cliche synonym of Eros -
elsewhere Gemini: St. Petersburg as the Amsterdam
of the north, and Edinburgh as the Athens of the north.
well, such a verse does indeed desire
more translation of Horace,
as in nimis ex vos, sed non satis ex "ego",
yes, "ego" the abstract component of you that's
free from the three tier psychoanalytical *******,
what superego, what id? forget it! there's only you
and only "you" - work with me:
too much out of you, but not enough
from your alter (synonym of "ego" -
Jungian shadow porridge);
but as promised, yet more Horace
deus inmortalis haberi dum cupit Empedocles
ardentem frigidus Aetnam insiluit.
sit ius liceatque perire poetis:
invitum qui servat, idem facit occidenti.
nec semel hoc fecit nec, si retractus erit,
iam fiet **** et ponet famosae mortis
amorem. nec satis adparet, cur versus factitet,
utrum minxerit in patrios cineres an triste
bidental moverit incestus: certe furit ac velut
ursus, obiectos caveae valuit si frangere clatros,
indoctum doctumque fugat recitator
acerbus; quem vero arripuit, tenet occiditque
legendo, non misura cutem nisi plena
cruoris hirudo.
but of course i'll translate, but prior in dogmatic proposals...
keep the book of revelation of the Ιωαννης,
discard the rest... the four primers are a parody of
the tetragrammaton - so gentle in his own land
yet such a vicious serpent in Egypt? which one's the fraud?
messiah of just hanging, standing still,
40 years in the desert or 40 hours on the cross?
and all that iconoclasm and modern too via narcissism?
"bring out the selfie shtick! oh wait... my hands are
nailed to a ******* crux!" and this persistent 2000 year old
negation - and being spared, the Romans, or
rather the alphabetum, Roma est mort but you
can still ask the italians of a cappuccino - Chino and
Khaki elsewhere with the Lombardy League ponce
rubbing shoulders with Saxons... Chino Versace
whistle at a Bella... you can still see c b g long after
and the coliseum in ruins... it wasn't swallowed up!
i too though the second H in the tetragrammaton was
intended as a déjà vu - it would sit perfectly with
anti-, the concept, but not the man as such,
and indeed the Y would make a perfect tree of Golgotha
in that tweaked geometric, then W and seas
and continuance - Roma alphabetum, sole constructor
of computer robot? maybe... but you see, the H
is a slippery *****, it's silent, like in Khaki... or
as is the usual case in Hindu - Dhal... it's not so much
déjà vu but silence - a necessary surd to make spelling
pretty... dyslexics think spelling is a bit like arithmetic...
it's actually an aesthetic, but they do find it as hard as
arithmetic, and that's why they're genius at numbers...
but the aesthetics is missing, so they cling to numbers
and the aesthetic is missing, and everything associated
with money... well, it's a bit ugly, isn't it?
... (postponed translation)... yes, London is Hades...
doom and gloom.
but indeed the Gemini in the tetragrammaton,
but first the principle of three-dimensional space (Y) -
just look into one of the corners of a cube (yes
the room you're sitting in),
and lastly the principle of waves, whichever,
sine or cosine as you will, looks better that way
than mediating the ad infinitum of 1, 2, 3 etc.,
sea and constant fluxes (fluctuations),
pin-point the opposite, the principle of one-dimensional
space (a definite coordinate, rather than three-dimensional
space and that ****** indefinite coordinate) and
subsequent ripples, which aren't necessarily waves:
my tools? a- and -the and every other ism
that might act as an auxiliary attaché - time (W).
but indeed the anti- implementation that serves as
direct Gemini chiral-ism: the latter serves no close
resemblance to be guided to Golgotha,
hence guided toward Megiddo, and a crucifix also there?
**** such religiosity twice over with its vortex,
as promised the Horace translation
Empedocles, desirous of godliness in being so,
having icily strutted toward old age and by
old age near frozen, was prophesied to jump
into flaming Etna. as they want, let the poets
have a right to a death (of their choosing).
who whomever against his will saves,
twice-over rattles the suicide's intentions.
it hasn't been the first time, it's not that easy
to say it: i am human. he wants to immortalise
himself, fame posthumously. he writes poems.
why? maybe he urinated on his father's grave,
maybe in a place basked by throngs he took
from it the vices and in solitude became
desolate with inherited uncleanliness of urbanity?
like a bear with scars, prison bars he breaks open,
scares off the wise and the foolish, such
the adamant nature of compulsive poetic labour,
whoever he grasps with recitations he
finishes off, the leech attached to his skin will
not fall off, until satiated with enough blood.
**dicam Siculique poetae narrabo interitum.
