i, didn't, read, into the whole affair...
perhaps i compose statues
of skeletons: in terms of words -
as x-ray bundles...
i cried... because john debney
composed the score for the movie...
i sat there and cried in a dim
cimena theatre -
whimpered - like a scolded dog -
a wet whipped dog -
like the fact of my wet fur
was not enough to abscond
me from life...
i had a cry when i listened to jed kurzel
(kur-zel... mhmm...
what if not ku-rz-el... eh?
sum balaam: divinus...
hic est mea asinus...
asinus: quo non equus vestigium autem...
m'ah donkey go...
where no horseman's blind
mare doth trot, trot, trot...)
still... you could: kur-zel...
as you could also add: karuzela / carousel...
or: je suis! in that... replace
the grapheme RZ with ż...
and... confine that in orthography:
which is an alien concept in
the anglophone-welt...
and you have... alt. metaphysics needing
"pressing" demands...
macbeth... i heard a better version
of cinematic Shakespeare when
i first heard of Romeo + Juliet...
but i cried because...
it began in a garden...
and it was spoken to the moon
in aramaic...
and only now, i think of Udmurtia...
and russia...
and how we can all speak blanet-safe
English... and albert razin (rodzynek /
raisin) -
but this will not pass...
how the poker is played when vivo-politico
is played is... hardly a scratch upon
a chessboard...
it's never so much a game of
tactic: of prepositions...
it's always a game of luck and chance...
and raping with propositions...
as is the case with all maxims...
whether true or untrue...
until the hand feeding the gob
of the geese doesn't start to
force the otherwise regurgitated
truth that would come, later...
well then... all is true...
i'll just add:
ßpać (to have and be sleeping)... and śpić
(to be sleeping)...

śpić... śpić śpić śpić (to be asleep: while sleeping -
to be asked whether one is sleeping:
while... being asleep)...
gender, "neutral" pronouns...
what a cause-of-no-concern...
what a necessary omittance...
a: vox in vitro...

oh good: what of a "gender neutral"
pronoun conundrum to add?
half a caron away...
otherwise: šeptam (i whisper)...
timing is a tad bit "off"...
szczekam... i bark...
ščekam...
sh-ch: sh-it and ch-eat...
it's not difficult to replace the H with a Z...
but... but the russians
have "us" covered...

ʂ: no... it's never this complicated...
it's not... "retroflex fritive"... well... it is...
but not in this juggling act of SHit...

ш = sh = sz = š...
but look at the russians...
when you need to foster a whole alphabetical
prefix category of words beginning with
shch-, or szczekam: i bark...

perhaps i'm just very comfortable
with these "loopholes"...
grazia: vedere?!

ščekam... the italian for: abbaiare...
but the latin has no synonym...
because: woof doesn't "translate"
or is: etymology is no archeology...
language is not a roman urn...
this whole concern for: solids?
not in language -
plus and minus the modern
schlang...

but the russians...
an added "comma" morphs a ш (sh)
into a (shch) щ -
or an added comma hides not only
a C... but also a caron (č)...
щeкaм...
it's still a pish-poor avant-garde
punk phonetic encoding if you ask
me...
like...
they could do the whittle к & м...
but, like, "forgot" to do the whittle
(Б)бad version of abba und Ее?
em... Εε in greek... ZOO in russian:
Зз... big letter, small letter...
magic-fuck-wit: at your presence -
Herr Cyril and the drunken
crusade into: encoding sounds...

i really don't know why music
has such a pompous over-shadow
in the realm of the arts...
it's... em... universally coded?
anyone who can read music...
can... em... read... music?

cyrillic! born from a bit of greek,
a bit of "itself" and a bit of latin...
"itself"? that's a ref. to
ж / ß / the glogolitic script (Ⰿ) -
former M...
so music is to be elevated...
no wonder...
Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, and Si
C, D, E, F, G, A, and B...
new "syllables" and "new" constants...

C = D'oh...
D = R'eh... oh look surds come into play...
surds - a consonant that is written
as the elevated status of a vowel
catcher: the vowel is prolonged
and a breath is allowed to elongate...
H is a common surd...
in hindu writing... and Don Ghong
mantras from Beijing...

again: what is half of š? ś...
half of a S caron is an acute S...
the same with "C"...
i not smart: i'm: in situ...
hell... if i was a polyglot i could boast
and gloat...
i'm a poor bilingual...
who just happened to enjoy
solving sudoku puzzles and
who would require a morning
with his grandmother and a cup
of coffee and a day-plan
to sit for an hour solving crossword
puzzles...

music: oh so grand...
'ell no shit sherlock! you have your universal
language: solved!
anyone can 'ear a bum 'ote!

orthography is the new metaphysics...
no... really...
orthography is the new metaphysics...
if i can fucking: whistle...
or at best: snarl like a pork-pie
and at my 2nd best: bark like a dog...
then "music" will have to enter
my arena... beside the pop alt. poetry
of the anglosphere comedians
wondering about p.c. and odd socks...
and: is monty python (henry chapel...
shit... not... hitler
imitated the mouse-and-tosh...
CHAPLIN!)
funnier than laurel & hardy (lee evans)?
i forget when funny is supposed
to = thinking...

i find that common joke:
a comedy is when an evil man has
a streak of good luck...
and a tragedy is when bad things
happen to good people...
so what's a tragico-comedy
and what's a comico-tragedy?
Einstein's ≠ = ≠?
comedy should remain an epidemic:
an epidemic of laughter...
it should behave like a virus...
sly - stealth...
any thinking involved bough-goose...
the elongated "form"
for the word: bogus...

comedy and its sub-titles...
its current sub-titles...
like trying to grasp a whiff of a parisian
sex-life from a scandinavian
moo-v (m'oh: via: e -
or... movie; i.e.)

and music is... celebrated... by poets?
what the hell are we to do
with this carboot sale of the fucking
tower of babel?!
leave it for translators...
good grammar...
memes? graffiti?
ch8out: checked - out...
caught the surf of recycleable goods...
had enough dead brain cells
to listen to: ambient scandinavian
refrigerator "music" analogies...

water is wet...
ice is sticky...

in terms of bum notes and orchestra
and life... this... scandinavian
abstinence culture...
and they had nothing to feel ashamed
about when drinking...
most certianly: also nothing
to be proud of...
but "it", this soberness,
had touched a nerve...
their soberness...
in the enclaves of their "nations"
pivot of creativity had to be
"moralised"..to the point of:
"fitting in"...

i can't excuse a drunk...
but i can excuse him in his drunkness
worth a span of an hour's worth of an evening...
but i can't excuse a sober...
who... "just so happens"
to... "excuse" himself...
for a better or worth of a month...
or a year...
in his: sober by the judge of "high authority"
statements...
for all of us to sober up...
to play stiff-by-the-deck-of-cards...
write me a book / narrative
that feels like watching
the flow of a river...
and yes: i will not... THINK... about it...
nej-tänka... sveedish...
for: anti-thesis for Orwellian:
групамисли (group-think)...
not-think (nej-tänka)...

i.e. групамисли = погрешномисли =
"право"мисли...

i have to some salvage a working
curriculum of the cartesian verb
alias of thought: think = be;
and also doubt: doubt as the plethora
of emotions to, "counter"
the certainty of the catholic foundations
of: res immobilis (immovable things)...

voca deus! deus!
voca omni- etc.
ego telekinesis!
ego telepathy!
god too... is: telepathic in 'is:
omniscience...
coincidental ambitions?!
just, "shy", "off" one another?

"god" wasn't there to plague me in my childhood
in order to never conjure up
a game of hide & seek...
nor to enjoy watching cartoons...
"god" wasn't a waste of my imagination:
counter! i had to invent a batman!
a superman!
god, compared... always the most
bland... creature...

but if things are to be clear...
and i am to make certain:
res cogitans...
then Sysiphus is the equation...
res cogitans cum res immobilis...
i can't move the subject-object of god
out of existence...
or into existence...
debate the "existence" of: you lose...
"debate" the existence of: you lose...
counter: you lose...
and if you don't lose?
you get to don the priest's apron
and the sunday lunch affair with
a "our father" recital and...
a sort of income that never lets you
bother yourself with
wondering about...
the retirement dues of... plumbers...

yes: way... Jose.

well... language is the only orchestra
that allows bum-notes...
and life...
my language...
no... vampiric whores of stutter...
just...
not something i'd love to equate
to pouring out a glass of water
into a sink...
since... it would take much more...
to have the stamina...
to conjure up...
what words: were to be apparent...
when watching water turn into
ice...
we already known from chemistry
teachers in high-school...
about the joys of...
watching paint dry.