.and what if the referendum was secured, by the single vote, if it was predicated on: only and only if, there's a 60% consensus... the current debate is taken place, because the consensus is, extremely marginal... we're talking about fringe politics, outlier political opinions... the the remain vote is argued with the same verocity as the leave vote... for the benefit of outlier opinions... if only there was a predicate: it will be passed... as long as there's a 10% difference between the votes... 51.9% for leave to 48.1% for remain, of the country having voted... if only the whole point of voting, was akin to the "ancient" enforced tactic of drafting men to serve in the army... 67.7% voting areas voting to leave... 32.3% voting to remain... yeah... the "obscure" parts of england... with scotland, clearly being an anomaly with regards to "obscure" rural regions... should the argument come: concentration of power, in urban babylons.
someone should, really, really try to remaster
that vague piece of work
that pristine rhythm
section: notably on the song bite now bite
from the album
eat your heart out -
by... a belgian band:
of all bands... it had to be, belgian...
******* choccies (KLINIK) -
oh look, an intra-racial slur...
chocolatiers...
because what would be fun:
if language was plain, safe,
in vitro:
and not the islam to the individual -
whenever: i, am to submit,
to the language of the other?
well obviously malice is reserved
for something else, but not for breathing,
thinking or feeling,
or for that matter:
the "problem" of idle hands...
itchy hands...
i guess some of the throng,
of the volk: chatter chatter chatter...
bite... chew... but then forget to
swallow... (sow s-, s-, swo-, swo-...
'the **** an A charge in, eh?
i guess, that's how).
but no one
likes to see
narrow
verse
likening it
to the Milan
fashion
show
catwalk
and all those poems
that look like this:
|begins here
(no
move-
-ment
in
between)
|ends here:
|zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
|zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
|zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
|zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
|can anyone please tell me...
why zee / zed:
is a conotation
depicting the process of sleep?
and all this nonsense:
england is spelled with
a capital: who says it's anywhere but london?
E this, E that,
E sat on a wall
and...
didn't fall accidently...
i know a rat when i see one...
Nigel, Nigel (see... capital N,
implies emphasis, like italics or a colon
does)
Nigel... can you please bring back
your fwend, Dawid?
just a few questions...
2 and a half 'ears lay'ter...
and... no end in sight...
to those loitering... shuffling their feet...
how many votes do you actually need...
when there was only one
for die volk
- and i have to admit...
it was close...
roughly 51 to 49...
i know why they voted leave...
because of the people who poured
in, most, probably momentarily
back in 2004...
the people who were
taught two, of 20th century's prime lessons,
by foreign entities...
arbeit macht frei
und?
communism.
so no laid-back work ethic coming
with the windrush, was there?
conflict of interests...
**** it, if i were strapped to a caribbean
island, i'd have a laid back work ethic:
ka-reeb-ib-ean.
yet still this whole blah blah debate...
like... let's forget the good friday
agreement...
but finally...
we can have the old terrorists back...
so...
maybe the IRA will
out-compete the jihadis?
or at least scare them?
or... dunno...
ol' Jack...
ol' Jackie boy'o will: simply... unravel?
am i rooting for it to happen?
no...
but it would suggest
that i'm rooting for being part of
a historical event,
like the treaty of versailles...
or the weimar rep.,
and i was the voice
on the bottom,
sifting through
eclectic ambitions to find:
culture that will never become
mainstream...
almost
forever destined for the: archaic archive,
now forever the footstuff
of the gargantuan a.i.:
alternatively known as a.i.p.:
artificial intelligence purgatory.
- hey, i can't compete,
i'm just a kid that forgot to bring
his crayons, and instead brought
some matchsticks and toothpicks.
if only: 2 years prior to the referendum
they had a plan...
but they thought they could do
a joker trick,
so there you have it: agent of chaos...
agent of chaos says:
people, 1 vote, politicians?
an infinite number of votes by
the looks of it...
voting is not reserved
for the people, de facto,
given:
we now have a strange despot on our
hands... der volk...
what a strange monster...
was i leave or remain?
neither, considering that i ended up
drinking to stay somewhat sane
for the past... oh... 10 years...
on debit...
well... why would i even
consider drinking into the excesses of
phantasmagoria on credit?
that would be stupid, as stupid didn't.
in summary: to minor points...
i can understand why people don't like
poetry...
porcelain...
or the fact that their everyday language
is already peppered with poetic techniques...
figuratively speaking...
akin to:
where does the technique of poetry
end, and the comedy begin?
yeah, that: "not literally" part?
who would mind:
it's not an elitist "thing" to like or dislike
a medium...
i like the "breathing" space in
the optics... of... the never to be seen
literary paragraph...
i like cascades...
paragraphs are sometimes
a strain on the eyes...
like watching really fast cars
zoom past you on a very small race-track...
**** just gets dizzy...
............................................................... (click)
................................................................. (click)
................................................................... (click) etc.
hence?
well on the up-side...
once you've read some magnum opus...
say... the cantos...
for some strange reason...
you can sit back, listen to some choccie
music from the underground...
open the book...
and just stare at the poetry...
without having to reread anything...
a bit like...
a painting...
sure as **** you
can't do that with a novel,
with its rigid, cluster-**** of a descriptive
paragraph: she said, he said,
then another descriptive paragraph:
he said, she said...
as much as i love novels...
give me a poetics of a framework of freedom,
or a philosophical monologue
by some helmut
(german) - oh look...
another intra-racial slur...
helmuty: germans...
derived from?
helmut kohl -
german chancellor 1982 - 1998;
ah... what an enriching experience.
