united... oh united... united: such a soothing word;
isn't it?!
the u.s. of a. - the chants heard like vibrating
echoes at the olympics: u! s! a! u! s! a!

united united: thrice united!

several times divorced....

only recently did h'america open itself up...
state by state...
only very recently...
us old, crooked, decrepit european
peoples had... a lot... a lot to learn...
we came so late to the 20the century party...

history and the world belonged
to h'america for what was know as the 20th century:
the zenith century -
praxis by proxy century...
i'll repeat: praxis by proxy...
who represented the oppressed balkan
people? praxis by proxy...
the h'american represented
the oppressed people of the balkans...

the hebrews talk of hamas using
human shields... same shit, different cover...
with the... ha ha h'americans...
then again: to no "then again" -
20th century history was h'american
history... month, year... decades upon decades...

the japanese came with december 7:
the third reich said:
plenty of our own ethnic kind (children) -
kinder are rotting all the way over there -
let us bring them in to the homeland:
zu der mutter!
ah... fatherland for the germans:
motherland for the russians -
mutterzunge für alles!

yet such a peaceful word: united...
united in what?
last time i heard...
vermont is in the: u! s! a!
but... vermont and that whole...
sri lankan: pearl of north h'america:
maine, new hampshire, vermont,
massachusetts, rhode island,
connecticut...
that's just one h'america in
the many... how many times will i divide it?
the only "bewildering" aspect of h'american
unity is their shared language...
i had to wait for this lesson...
so? we could call the above mentioned
states: new england...

california, nevada, new mexico,
texas, arizona: north mexico...

we could hypothetically divide
h'america into... oh... i'd say:
five decent land masses...
my interest lies primarily with the first
example... i'm sure the people in those
states have an air of superiority -
their gothic ties with europe cannot be
displaced...

such is the scenario:
when you learn that there are two h'americas
when you thought, once, there was only one...
after all... there's the "united" states of h'america...
united implying: english is the common
language...
i know how the anglo-ßaß are fervent
in their desire for linguistic homogeneity...
personally? i like my two trenches...
under the scrutiny of Napoleon...
i'd be worth two people...
not a man and a pig...

united... united we stand: divided we fall...
a former lesson in life:
you can only wish for one true friend...
your best gamble?
is to have two good neighbours...
i'd personally settle for two good neighbours
than any "good" friend...
within the, "guarantee" of friendship...
you will always encounter transcendent
civility; the plethora of perks a "friendship"
suggests...
the scheming, endless scheming,
the friend in "name only"...
friend implies a man's impotence
to settle for the more sensible option...
a neighbour...
i'd rather be surrounded by two good neighbour
than a "fwendship"... after all...
i'm at home, my neighbour is at home...
what social situation is more important
than in one's artwork spiderweb,
in one's mole hole?
in one's bear cave?
friendships: posit the pressures of
social situations, of games,
of being seen as: being surrounded by "fwends"...
i don't need a friend:
i need a good neighbour...
that's how nations operate...
so should individuals...
friendship implies:
someone i have to stand the company of:
in an elevated social situation of being
unable to drink at a bar with strangers
(which, oddly enough... make better company
when drinking) and i am...
"subsequently" unable to fuck...
to hell with "fwends"... give me two neighbours
either side that i am civil enough to keep
my distance from: vice versa...
and friendship can go to hell...
children have friends... imaginary friends...
children can have friends...
school is for making friends...
society is made for making neighbours...

yet you have to come to appreciate h'america
exposing itself so...
it was never so bloody apparent!
as a big fan of david hoffman's video archive
of 20th century america:
the 1964 republican presidential
candidate Barry Goldwater's speech...
well... it's certainly not anything near Enoch Powell...
mind you...
why is it that nationalism in h'america is tamed
in the word: patriotism...
while patriotism in europe'ah'ha'ha is that
dirty word... nationalism?
oh... right... the croats speak croation,
the germans speak german,
the french speak fwench...
the serbs speak serbian,
the greeks speak greek...
i get it... no linguistic homogeneity...
shame, really...

yet h'america has never been so exposed...
after all, only a few years ago i've learned
that there's the "united" america
of a vermont in america -
rather than an america in vermont -
or of the california in america -
rather than an america in california...
u! s! a!
united... what a tame word...
union of soviet socialist republics...
let's put the ashes into the ashes...
eh?
as about united as...
after all... the federal america is almost akin
to a sputnik hovering over mid-western
americana small-shithole town vibe and
appeal...
from what i heard: there are 50 americas...
and not one decided body...
less united and more:
the fat in the milk being boiled with the addition
of lemon juice to split it into a fromage
from the liquid america...
less "united" and more:
the federal state of america...
a bit like russia: the russian federation...
post-empire...
land-locked single cancerous growrth...
with brussel sprouts one end of the corridor
and asparagus at the other...

hell: if the devil requires an advocate...
then god requires a gambler...

but never, never to congest my imagination
has h'america seemed so...
tame in its own attempt to reclaim
an identity... after all...
what was the prized cuts of cultural export...
has now become trash...
literally my personal stash is filled with
american influences...
the beatniks: where else to look for
the last cohesive literary movement (in poetry)
beside the beatniks?
music... tool, rob zombie...tom waits...
wooden shjips... the list: i don't even want
to begin...
i'd sometimes giggle while
putting on born in the u.s.a. having to remember
my family's plan to find my
maternal great grandfather...
surname: Żak... who sent his last postcard
from Niagara Falls before...
probably throwing himself into the falls...
having learned that his brother lied about
the son he abandoned (my grandfather):
who wans't a hooligan, but a dutiful citizen
of the people's republic of Poland -
a communist party member etc.,
my mother's ambition never
came to fruitition... first stop england,
second stop argentina, third and final stop...
cancan americana...
first stop england it was...

once upon a time you could love everything
about america...
did it matter that local produce wasn't
sold? not really...
was local culture celebrated or abandoned?
it didn't matter...
a few years ago i did manage
to muster up an idea...
so... i've just come from under
the eisenvorhang... and you want to...
throw the siliziumvorhang... over me?!

this has to be reiterated...
so from under the iron curtain i came...
and you want to throw the silicon curtain over me?!
oh yeah... no one feeling the itch?
the itch that what once was a valley...
has become the sort of metaphor used
to describe what happend to everyday life
whether in soviet russia or
in the subordinate satellite states?
don't you think... there comes a certain
gluttony from gloating
when it comes to having achieved "victory"?

return: friends or... "fwends" (double emphasis
on the W and " " markers,
since, this isn't a colon + italics scenario)
only exist in hyper-inflated social circumstances...
why seek friends...
again: it must be such an alien concept
for the anglo-ßaß "peoples"...
to have a neighbour must be akin
to having a voyeur...
or some Staatssicherheit fetishist...
i think having "fwends" is much worse...
when will an honest pint of beer
come back to bite you with a sycophantic gnat
or a meddling mosquito?
women can have friends...
men? either your own company isn't enough:
or worse: you can't only stand your
own claustrophobic shitshow of thought...
women can have friends...
petty things matter... christmas decorations
matter... minor observations matter...
group think matters...
men are not supposed to have friends...
if you can't be a problem unto yourself:
you're less likely to be hardly a solution
for someone else...
the concept of friendship died
in high school...
i looked for the alternative...
neighbour...
you are more likely to be surrounded
by two neighbours (england,
outer suburbia... nothing akin
to semi-detached housing)
than accomplish a single friendship...
i still prefer the conversation of random
strangers whenever i came it
into the public arena and drinking is
involved... after a while friends...
"fwends" just become bothersome...
they love to play the psychiatrist role of
sabotaging your memory of highschool
with regression inceptions...
like: you bullied so and so...
well... you did give Stephen a smack
in the face... after you heard that Stephen...
decided to eat shit because he thought
that a girl would kiss him afterwards...
i call that: exponential logic testing curvature...
friendship implies memory baggage...
which also implies:
you being usurped from your cameo role
in the cinema of memory...
which always stinks to the high heavens...

and if the concept of neighbour is so alien
to the anglo-ßaß (which it is, let's not fool ourselves):
making ties of friendship is just as
superficial as everything else is to them...
it has to be seen through a h. p. lovecraft warp...
it was to be sterile, safe...
whatever these people closely associate with...
i'd even forgive the dumb-dumb german...
one example? Taize... that monkish community
in France... i was allocated to
a team that would disperse food
at breakfast lunch and dinner...
our teams' coordinator... a german...
blah blah... anyway one fine afternoon he comes
out with a joke he's not even aware of:

blah blah blah... boot nein un kuld oonderstanden
mein goot engleasch ahcent...

now... that's funny...
i mean his tongue was a replica
of a brick shithouse the three whittle
piggies spent their safe night in
watching netflix, built by none over than
herr schwarzenegger (funny name...
black black... herr black & black...
that's the literal translation,
i kid you knot:
herr arnold black & black)...

friendship leads to nowhere...
not after highschool is over...
when you either come across bothersome
sycopnaths... sadists who will love
to see you trip up...
or people you are bound to use
to climb a ladder...
friendship is a rancid concept outside
of highschool where petty things
can be exused and also entertained...
not even "god" mentions friendships...
again: friendships exist in
hyper-inflated social circumstance...
unless you're as willing as me
to drink with strangers...
but a neighbour?!
oh boy... that's a keeper...
you're at home, relaxing...
your neighbour is at home...
whatever...
what sort of hyper-inflated circumstance
is there for both of you to coordinate
beside... in the old days you'd travel
to a shop, buy a product...
take it home with you...
now? online delivery?
a package comes for your neighbour...
they're not at home?
you take the package for them...
you have a bbq? the neighbour's dog runs
up the garden... you feed the bitch
leftover bones...
pax non bellum...
that's all it ever was,
that's all it will ever be...

i used to love h'american culture, after all:
i still do, today i managed to sit through
gone with the wind...
still bewildered...
in 1939... they first used technicolour:
acrylic to moving pictures...
and then all those black & white movies
from the 40s and 50s...
(1960... the apartment...
jack lemmon & shirley maclaine...
still black & white)
well... it was a civil war epic...
ah... the colour of those movies...
the acrylic glee of it all...
you show me any modern CGI composition
and i'll just yawn...
nothing beats the technicolour acrylic
from those movies...
bell, book & candle...
kim stewar... kim kim... novak...
and... mein gott!
beside the colour... i am still enthralled
by how little editing went into those movies!
the modern juxtapostion:
amphetamine cutting and editing -
not a chance in hell you'd get a panoramic shot
that'll last for over a minute...
there was never an editing ploy ascribed
to a movie... where stunt actors had to come
into the foray... or whether a single actor
had a gemini role... and the camera would have
to capture the back of the head blah blah...
america: land of the...
for me? this ageing young yet old decrepit
european?
america: land of... nostalgia!