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 Любовь ▓ lolita. miami

 


beaches straying by desert-nights ... sentience ... days elapsed.

as wind mourns black-west to white-east ... thoughts clasping imperfect perfection.

if only vision to see; howling silence?
if only life to live; bliss of nonentity.


beaches of straying congestion ... truth ... mind on image.
clay eternity for black-soul-white.

 

 

 

 

 

"lucille: jage sie alle for(d)!!!"

 

arthur ... rimbaud, oder schopenhauer?
wähle du einen aus, lucille!
mir ist scheißegal, ob tisch schläft, oder nicht.
welt als wille zur vernunft ...
sei lieber vernünftig, lucille!
der tag bricht an und ab noch dazu.


blow up the whole world, michelangelo!
und dieses mal bin ich dran, lucille.
ob du es willst, oder nicht. warum ... why?
liebe ist niemals vernünftig in filmen.
just beatnics on a boring trip -
beschimpfe sie alle, lucille!!!


sica, das große fressen, lucille ...
laden wir sie doch alle ein!
zuerst die toten, lucille - verschwendung.
dann die lebenden, lucille - doppelte verschwendung.
und erstmals lasse sie alle ziehen,
lucille, jage sie alle fort!!!


ford, fort ... wo ist da der unterschied?
jage sie alle fort, fort ... weit weg,
lucille ... nimm mich ... lucille
und jage alle anderen fort!!!

 

das größte verbrechen

 

das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an geld
das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an ruhm
das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an erfolg
das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an eigentum

drum ist die welt arm
und die menschen sind schlecht
ich vermeide es zu sagen, doch ich habe leider recht

das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an kraft
um zu beweisen, was man geschaffen hat
das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an gier
um zu protzen als einzige hier

drum ist die welt arm
und die menschen sind schlecht
ich vermeide es zu sagen, doch ich habe leider recht

das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an reichtum
um zu beweisen, dass wir wissen was tun
das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an macht
um zu vergessen wie gott einst gelacht

drum ist die welt arm
und die menschen sind schlecht
ich vermeide es zu sagen
doch ich habe leider recht
habe leider recht
leider recht
UNGERECHT!!!

 

 they



they drive their cars
from one way to the other
they smoke their cigarettes
don´t even bother

if you dare to ask
they put on their mask
if you dare to laugh
it´s on your behalf

why am I here
if there´s nothing to hear?
why am I still trying
if there´s no one crying?
what´s the sense to all of this
about freedom and a kiss?

they teach you what is right or wrong
that´s why I wrote this song
to show you, as I would say
that everywhere and everyone
is just

they

 

 

 

beggers can´t be choosers



it´s about time to throw away the crown
this shattered world just brings me down
my ticket´s booked for the ride
but where will I hide?


little boy, little boy, where have you been?
I´ve been down to london to visit the queen

feeling tired of the things I saw
living life on a whire
the last word I´ll drawl?

honey pie, honey pie, where do you go?
back to shanghai ´cause THEY told me so

walking down the street still standing on my feet
waiting for the sign so late in time

little bird, little bird, what have you seen?
I saw the truth in the heart of berlin

I thought, I understood
I thought ... I thought, I could
it´s time to leave this world
it´s time to steal away
let´s go get lost
somewhere far away

 

 

alice = blood / tom = money




i am waiting for a man …
his name is not alice alice = blood
i am waiting for a woman
her name is not tom

when we die, everything we
take with us is ourselves, tom = money
then why am i still waiting
and waiting for a man?

if alice is blood, and tom
is money, then who am i? alice & tom = a man
i am waiting for a man
that will come; patience yells

a man is coming
i am running
a man is here a man # death
i am out of fear
alice is dead
tom is a man

if alice is blood and tom is money
then why am i still waiting for a man?

 

 


die unerträglichkeit des seins




wo die ewigkeit mit dem meer verschmilzt
und das unmögliche das unerträgliche verdrängt
gibt es leben.
das unerträgliche ist, dass nichts
unerträglich ist


den weg der blauen schleier
wollte ich gehen; die wüstensonne brennt
meine bedürftigkeit nieder und atmet auf,
doch die unsterblichkeit wiederkehren wird


das zeitalter des schreiens und der illusionen
bricht an, und ab noch dazu ...
die unerträglichkeit des seins lässt hoffen
auf ein besseres leben

 

23 memories for eternity 23 erinnerungen für die ewigkeit 23 de amintiri pentru eternitate



why, warum, porqué and 25 … organic bleeding
black rain of the mind. LIFE is rot und schwarz
west and east … two dying worlds und trotzdem
bestimmt immer noch sein bewußtsein – no way out
natura morte – god est und projektionen des ich
die kausalität 1, 2, 3, 4 … silencium, un desen cubic
ELECTRONIC LOVE and coke, die welt kann mich nicht verstehen
und zarathustra, maoism and communism … die grüne krone
universe, the red and blueish heart – here is mr. Black White
1. world – 2. world – 3. world – 4. world, halt an bei nr. 3
the soul is the only existent truth etc. etc. etc.
+ and – and a border – green continent and white
door on green ground; a black butterfly with red wings.
die blaue krone schweift ab zu b., b., b.
file closed: wir – 3; du – 3 and a red Telefone
23 memories for eternity and a vision
23 erinnerungen für die ewigkeit und ein traum
23 de amintiri pentru eternitate şi un ideal
colourful … honest … unique and lebensberechtigt
for the next 1200 years.

 

 

 

 

vortex sutra




the beginning ...


... the end

 

 

der reiche poet und der arme prolet

 

der reiche poet kaufte jenen ort
der arme prolet erschuf das wort;
doch jener ort vermisste das wort
und jagte den reichen poeten fort!

der arme prolet wusste nun bescheid,
dass jenes wort nichts anderes war als neid;
drum machte er sich auf die suche nach dem reichen poeten,
begegnete aber überall bloß armen proleten!

der reiche poet erreichte das ende der welt
sprach mit …, erfuhr: “das wort wurde erneut bestellt”
und machte sich auf die suche nach dem armen proleten,
traf an allen ecken und straßen nur reiche poeten!

der arme prolet fragte alle anderen armen proleten,
ob sie wüssten, wo zu finden seien die reichen poeten?
da antworteten die armen proleten sofort:
„verschwinde von diesem ort !“

der reiche poet und der arme prolet
trafen niemals aufeinander, sie liefen einander vorbei,
als der tod sie aufsuchte und fragte: „wieso bin ich nicht dabei ?“
da war es schon zu spät!

 

 

 

COLAJUL NOCTURN




atunci când vrei să afli adevărul,
te scufunzi intr-un cerc vicios.
când vrei să înfrunţi minciuna,
te ridici deasupra credinţei.

răsplata pentru cei încercaţi de soartă
este clipa.
răsfăţaţii vieţii survolează
suprafaţa, ocolind dreptul de a visa.

a sosit timpul pentru un nou ecou -
iluzia egalităţii şi a dreptăţii
s-a scurs printre frunzele unei toamne verzi
deasupra colajului nocturn.

aspiraţiile publicate pătrund în
conştiinţa noastră zi de zi,
lăsând în urmă gustul
dulce-amăriu al
“desişului timpuriu”.

 

PREZENTUL TAINIC



amurgul nocturn mă întâmpină cu braţele încrucişate în această dimineaţă târzie, confruntând două zeci şi trei de milioane de destine răsfirate în jarul portocaliu al lemnului încins. o rugăciune discretă în faţa mormântului unui filozof eclectic – schitul păltinişului
– NI • KA • HS • IS; „stimate d-le Noica, permiteţi întrebarea?!“

în goana roţilor automobilului mă înclinasem spre geamul sintactic. un Răşinari conglomerat; „oare mai aderăm, d-le Cioran?!“ şezând pe piatra lemnoasă a buturugii întemniţate, în faţa porţii de lemn – un decor [silva] ; când în ochii albaştri ai tatălui privind, eternitatea îmi mângâiase raţiunea / domnul profesor îmi arătase acele tainice locuri – case de lemn, informatorii şi mitropolitul: „înalt, înzestrat şi sfânt“; ne întrebăm: „au trecut odioşii ani, oare?“

cugetăm: – un Eliade disperat în India. Sorescu se îneacă în deşertul amintirilor mele. – un Caragiale sărman, umblând desculţ pe uliţă. – un Goga; un Coşbuc; un Petrescu – „mda, sunt morti!“ şi acel Rebreanu – Blaga zămbeşte metafizic dinspre codru Eminescu bântuie prin vitrinele chioşcurilor de cărţi de la Păltiniş. sufletul mi-amar de atâta mioritic descântec.

tată şi fiu la altitudine – o noapte în faţa televizorului. videoclipuri: gagici, miştocari – „DA – DA!“ cabana – solitudinea apoteotică a pietrelor de pe masa din sufragerie.




 

 

 

 

TRECUTUL … REFLECŢIA LUNII

 

un ultim şi înzestrat sfârşit de seară,
pantoful doborât de lumina, ce coboară
din aerul încins al camerei întunecate;
stai întins, deschizi trecutul . . . cazi pe spate.

mai vrei să auzi glasul, să miroşi marea,
căutând cu privirea provocarea.
urmează cuvântul şi vei reflecta
albastrul infinitului.

reflecţia sumbră a unei banale lumini,
visezi spre imortalitate . . . umbre despicate, spini.
trezesc în tine zbuciumate provocări,
în timpul cugetândei tăceri.

amintiri roşii, cenuşii păreri de rău,
relflecţia lunii şi a umerului tău.
glasul transparent,
câteva gânduri răsfirate pe un şemineu.

fumul de ţigară coboară spre nori,
blândeţea profilului tău.
ne întrebăm:
ce semnifică acest poem?

 

 

car crash



i am sick of sunday afternoons in the zoo
and birthday cakes; i am tired of gas station
yellow and shopping centers in the entire nation.
i am full of train station tobaco stores named “uncle lou”

the zoo is sunday afternoons sick of me uncle lou
the zoo is sunday afternoons sick of lou
the zoo is sunday afternoons sick uncle
the zoo is sunday afternoons tobacco
the zoo is sunday
the zoo is
the zoo

the words are not enough
the words enough, room yellow
two person-room
one is enough
are not no
are yes
yes, we are! no
cra carmen and julia
zy? rme n uli
m l
are you looking for the silent man?

no more
and
more are you looking for the silent man?

and
and

more!

 

 

machinery segmentation



SEGMENT I
obliteration-control
escaping through civil mind.
salvation-creation; if?!
monotheistic rapture; random … paste …
everywhere! noisy trees behind
yellow fences; temporary brain-files
into the void of dead formalism:
NIE – EIN SELTSAM
EINSAM EINS AN MANNFRAU. INS »»»»»»»»»»»» NIEMANDSLAND
ES ENTSAND. DANN ¤¤ ¤¤ STEINDIENST? NIE!
seasons in vision-castles;blue circlet tonight, twice!
reasons for transgression: uncertain progressive.
fashionable those hard and fast rules!
peroration: “your mine is my yours”

SEGMENT II
neopostmodern mass-hedonism catching up with eur@merica more – every day – and more!!!
transfigurative ahead compression.
on them figures brain-ceiling,trying hard to catch up.
ERNEUT: Erneuerung!!! NEU! NEU! NEU!

SEGMENT III
Language languag langua langu lang lan la l ı .
. ı l la lan lang langu langua languag LANGUAGE
Die Sprache sodann der Sprache. Aha! Ha-Hi-Ho-Ha!

 

 

 

 

delusion and sense

 

god is marx … opium is

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