Autumn Collage by Serge Gurkski (online e book reading .TXT) 📖

that’s me, sitting in that Dublin pub already Bloom had visited with Stephen D. , if only
in James’s head bedded on a cushion on a short bed in a rented room in Zurich, Switzerland,
and me, somewhat euphorised as almoast always at that hour of the night, gave a parody of
Burton giving a parody of Thomas reciting the Bard’s: From fairest creatures we desire increase…you know all how that one goes – if not much more – with all those weird diphthongs hopelessly mispronounced, when suddenly …


XV. The minor stanza on a minor issue

Manufacturing meaning

Drinking myself into another snowy-feathered Friday morning I

watched with chemically subdued excitement a yellow-breasted

tomtit that confusedly by the cold had landed on my balcony for

food, so I - after her second landing decided it would be nice to

watch them feasting on the crumbs and corns I’d oh-so-generously

had thrown out on the floor outside. But to now turn to something

slightly, if only slightly more serious, let me talk about this:

Watching. but actually more listening (bc the distributants are not that sexy to look at it. Right, I hear you, but as if that was the point. It’s not! to a quite belated TV Firing Line (yeah, Buckley)

pseudo-debate about anti-evolutionists bs.

Money, as we know. makes the girls go round . Sorry, half-seriously so,

for the misogynist implications that misogynists and feminists will draw from that.

It is of course: Money makes the world go round, which is still wrong but

hits closer to your home, not necessarily mine.

So there is this „institute“ at of all places Seattle,and shame on Seattle for that, proclaiming

-on no peer-reviewed grounds,

trying to – by avoiding of course scientific evidence –

to reinstall a Near Eastern godhead of the

gaps. It is for good reasons -though back then being unaware of the

implications that are ever so easily derivable from – don’t be shocked now – Gore Vidal’s

take on the crucial overtake by sleaky xtian rhetors of pagan Greek (and Syrian) teachers

teaching you of how to talk in public to impress.

I’m not even any longer a Chomsky fan, liked him for a long time, still

think he mostly is right, though never bought his moral truisms, bc that is a sophistic knock out argument.

To cut it short: If anyone “likes“ this without knowing what I’m, talking about

I have a very hard time (that I’ll shorten) to take them serious.

Translates as: I won’t.

Cheers, it’s Friday, have a party but leave me out, because I already had mine.

You got it? Even?


XVI. Happiness is not just an illusion*


Do love this motown ballad but still am

not with it – other then, when run out of booze money -

nono, I’ve been happy as a giraffe dancing with a hippo

on a dark blue moonlit night on any Egytian cataract,

close enough across the border to Sudan, tripping

Nubian, so no. No no, not with you here, you rest of

palish America. Refuse to buy your sadness just because

you don’t get it right. That would be unfair to myself.

You simply don’t have that impact on my state of

mind and soul and it is not for the best, it is not

so? agree with me. Promise, not to hurt you by

holding up that finely made-up truism. And

please, and that maybe a start, this is about dreaming

away pains. It’s about overcoming them somehow,

if invoking them once more to self-hurt you

once more. No, I am not in that boat, endings

in the long run are always happy. No more

searching anywhere not needed. So I know. What

I do, attacking the obvious, you always considered,that was

true on the empirical basis being me.


XVII. Cusp to the brim


Stompin in the morning

with my lights down low still.

Sun’ s just the same it was a day ago

Moon waves blue lullaby-good byes-

In the mornings a black čādor چادر

on my windows, feels like I

can’t stand the rain. *

monsoony mafiusa**“. Light me

up! In my window, but she’s

not here with me bringing back

sweet memories to me, no.

And she’ll never come back,

so that is sad. Gotta a finger-

snapping Blues. You hear me here?

You! Dontcha wanna play with me?

Oh dont you want want want

it too? Play my game and we’ll be fine-

Had a struggle with myself

but I am on the boat again.

‘T’is only Rock’n Roll but that’s all I got.

Like the spermia to the ovum,

like the salmons in their season

swim up against their propabilities.

I will go on and make it right by

making it oh so wrong.


*mafiusa is Sicilian Arabic: the beautiful.

contains some lyrics in low doses of It’s only Rock’n Roll and I can’t stand the rain (by Ann Peebles et al.)


XVIII: Love and me: the problem and how to


maybe overcoming it and heal myself on the way:

It does seem so that when

me and the girls fool around

I always lose the game but not

without hurting the lady too.

Can you help me. Pappa shrinks,

to never do that again? Please!

Desensitivize me and accompany me please!

The cloud of night now covers my horizon.

It spreads out its soothing hands

to cover me and you and our misery.

I laugh in pain, the pain’s to great to cry

anymore. It slits up my heart and

my hope and my all

I have been living for.

There’s going to be tomorrows, I doubt it

strongly but they must come!


XIX: Beijing, Northern Town


I insist, it is not England
or Norway to that, there
even in Munich is a smog cloud hanging low,
hope,she has some fun up there.

I managed to get as of late
David Hawkes’ translation of
Songs of the South after
2 years, mind you! Ok, the
first edition (1959) But fine with me.

Now look at the sign
and you know something more.
I know Chinese well enough to not need him
but how do you pronounce Ch’u?

Certainly not with a putonghua voice.
And there’s where the intricacies loom.

Cities, houses, break them down to your convenience.
Your ap-l-easements shall be valued and
your offer confirmed (or: fullfilled? ): You get in where never
ever someone laughed, you get into
voluntariously to where from no-
body ever returned. House of Holy, turns out I’m
into a bin for losers. Noone ever will get
missed, neither you and nor your place
at which you should have been.
Earlier.

,,,,,,,,,,,,
[the last stanza is a bridge to 離騷 LI SAO.In particular to the epilogue stanza translated very finely by Yang Hsien-yi and Gladys Yang: Since in that kingdom all my virtue spurn,
Why should I for the royal city yearn?
Wide though the world, no wisdom can be found.
I'll seek the stream where once the sage was drowned. ]
My Chinese has become a bit rusty (have not used it for 6 years). Therefore I will first stanza 20 and then return to Li Sao and encounter pain.

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Rickie Lee Jones: love it when she sings „Do you like it, do you like it like that? Rappin a fat scat? And then scats!!!! yay!


XX. Indecencies on public airwaves

An epitaph belated

for:yes you guessed it right: George Carlin,

another brother in heaven now. Must be so.

quote: you are the eventuality of an anomaly. Unquote

(George Carlin and I cannot even pronounce it! Ha! That’s rare, believe me. )

http://youtu.be/3cHJQkuuLNs

00:38

And George Carlin once more talking bout his Dad in an interview with a very young Jon Stewart:

He couldn’t metabolize ethanol …. effectively.

http://youtu.be/UzmD9GEpdTw

at 00:20

and here:

http://youtu.be/IgbXtlrGdLs

at 04:22 is to be found cream of the crop Jazz poetry .

Ok, let’s get started!


You know, baby, it gets harder

(day by day)

no, not that! We’re not

talking “dawn“ wood. No, Life!

It gets harder

with all the nice guys dying all

the time and leaving back their

lovers. likers, comrades, babies and sexy friends

Like George did , oh so unfair!

My best weatherman or for the smartasses: meteorologist

which in Greek means specialist for the lofty,

forecasting life thusly:

The weather will continue to change on and off for a long, long time

and

Continued dark throughout most of the evening, with some widely scattered light towards morning.”


FCC v. Pacifica Foundation ever so nicely

ruled by a court supreme if not sublime

preventing “unwanted“ speech from entering

your home.

This language is so close to comedy

I can see the judges chuckling while

dictating their sentence.

And if they did not, they’re extraterrestrians

in my book.

I found a magical number and it spells like that:

22-06-08 05:55 p.m. PDT or if you, snob that you

are, prefer HAP ( Heure Avancée du Pacifique).

The minute you departed.

What a thunderstorm, what a volcano of

mostly inadequate rantings you were and

how you so much enriched America’s

genetic nervousness about all things holy!

And what a light went out when you passed!

(If only I could puke tears I’d do it now)


XXI. Nonnegotiable love affair lament

Again kidnapped by Dionysian powers luring me into

their dark realm of sarcastic laughter, I failed

once again.

And yes I should have known better …. in hindsight.

Excuse my sarcastic laughing now. Because it seems so

that the world we share has not been built around you

just to please you, nor around me for the same reason either.

If only once I could take a leave, nothing final,

mind you, just a spree to the tropics, a vanilla hideout,

a jump into the softly raging waves of the sea

wet-hugging Bimini. But that’s negotiable. I take

the Seychelles if you don’t have a need for them.

They’re welcome to my wildest fantasies.

Until I have to return to you and whisper

tears of begging: Turn your love on me again.

Again and again and again until it’s

finally too late let us try
again.


XXII: Investigating pseudo-mini planets close to Neptune, be they cis or trans


„Or even“, she says, „immigrants from the Kuiper Belt.“
“But only illegal ones, I hope,“ I reply.
“Sure, did not you know: Kuiper spells south of the border?“
South is good applied to a circulating circle, but ok, I take it to mean: trans.