and tomorrow? i'll be making strawberry ice-cream, i climbed the ladder into the adding and managed to sieve through the clutter, finding the ice-cream machine... but mein gott: i really wish i owned a juicer, i've been watching the Australian MasterChef for some time... the Australians are big into making cucumber ice-cream... well: if you don't have what you'd like: you might as well like what you already have.
and because of the ice-cream, this will not be a perfect poem,
it's not supposed to...
to have started it yesterday drunk...
the most pristine idea, on second thought:
an over-stretched first attempt that will not be
revised: it will be presented imperfectly...
like a sketch or a collage -
it will not be masturbated over like some pedantic
writer might: till an enso-concept becomes a whirlpool...
first come, first served...
beside: only if you know these nuances
will you know...
one can only begin with: Б and В -
and then the nuance:
whatever "nuance" there was,
to genesis an adam and eve -
apple and: pears to combine
for the image of Иосифа лестница..
ц - ß - צ (tsade)
like one might begin with
something along the greek:
P and Π - amputee R...
rolls... rolls... past the goal-posts...
the fwench hark
the english tarantula bitten
tongue-numb do not, never will trill!
never mind:
ščypta - szczypta - a pinch of salt...
wikipedia is so fucking wrong...
щypta... it's a siamese grapheme!
thus shown... cisza: silence...
ciša..
циШa...
seriously, they couldn't invent some
other way of writing A into the cyrillic?
does it have to borrow latin?
the same with E...
i don't see how the cyrillic zee (з) would conflict
with the greek epsilon (ε)...
the fun really begins here:
ъ (hard sign) Ⱏ, ы ⰟⰊ
ь Ⱐ (soft sign) and ю Ⱓ...
which are all born from the russian ego:
я Ⱑ...
i still don't know why they'd confuse a foreigner
trying to learn this spreschen
with the ZED that isn't a ZEE...
in the form of Ээ... Зз - the difference is so subtle...
€ 0 always with the russians:
smoke and mirrors... R go there -->
<-- ǝɹǝɥ ɹǝvo ʞɔ∀d ǝMoɔ Я
in all the following instance...
the Y is unlike any standard english mongrel
of the iota: wh'i
pl'y...
when you can:
U
can sim-pl'ee wither...
wither... that's the only time in the english
language (that i am to show, immediatel'ee,
that the proper, slavic Y is showcased...
wither... which tickles the slavic W,
i.e. Ł - whereas the slavic W is the english V)...
i think i'll write a poem more "complicated"
than all the efforts and the years
put into writing joyce's finnegans wake...
i need custard on the page:
i can't do rhyme, i can't do textbook poetics...
i need some organic...
i need to the unconscious urge of
masculinity to paint... but since i have no
canvas, brushes or paint...
i need diacritical markers attached
to latin, some greek and certainly all of the cyrillic
(except the serbian)...
after all: i'm of a people that occupy
the "other" half of europe...
this will have to entertain a collage...
haphazard composition...
or whatever technicality is to be associated
with it...
ee't not y't (why
and also white) and certainly nothing
you'd want to eat...
to add to the copernican revision -
we ascended toward the celestial orbs
and left behind the chaos of the cerebral orientations...
Jj Yy: sometimes translated synonyms...
if J(ay) is allowed a lower-case "diacritical" marker?
why shouldn't y be gratified with a hollowing
tool of acute? i.e. ý?
clearly you do not need the hydra:
Ii & Jj - when you can have Iι and Jȷ...
no other diacritical markers at hand...
certainly no question of orthography akin
to the polen: rz grapheme and (ż) - they're the same...
english is a rich language:
but it's also a poor language...
объект: i.e. бъ: which hides a yah (hebrew: denotes
wisdom) -
ob-yacht: object: but without the j...
ob-yekt...
ты - ty, i.e. you (not yew)
in both russian and polen...
i'm guessing that the greek upsilon (Υ)
was involved when St. Cyril and Methodius
came across the variations of U(psilon)...
ю is a very english YEW-psilon:
an OOPS-ilon...
i try to imagine what english existentialism would
have looked like...
if it didn't try to bypass the amount of reading:
that continental existentialists delved into,
rather than their: current primer version...
talk a lot, delve into oriental spirituality
(hinduism & buddhism) and an armory of
hallucinogenic drugs...
what the hell happened to drinking
and thinking?
ⰎⰅⰍⰍⰑ ⰉⰇⰉⰑⰏ: lek'kho idziem...
i'm walking lightly...
you can rewrite ščypta /
szczypta in russian...
avoiding the щypta...
you can write: ШЧ-ypta...
just as you can write щ-ypta...
and to think... ШЧ = щ...
with a cliff-hanger comma attached...
reiteration pointer:
but given: щ (šč / szcz)?
who's to argue?
here's my "revenge" against
organic chemistry's theoretical
electron migration schematics...
how about diacritical migrations?
more like electron ontology:
waves one minute, clouds the next...
czyszczoh...
https://www.google.com/search?safe=
active&client=firefox-b-d&channel=trow&ei=
vf84XaHyIMWHhbIPhtOPqA4&q=
czyszczoch&oq=czyszczoch&gsl=psy-ab.3...
750080.759383..760300...1.0..0.247.1771.0j9j2
....2..0....1..gws-wiz.......0i71j0i67j0i131j0j0i131i
67j0i30j0i13j0i13i30j0i13i10i30.wqdfvbgw6Ck
&ved=0ahUKEwjhxKfi787jAhXFQ0E
AHYbpA-UQ4dUDCAo&uact=5
(8 google results, nearing a -whack)...
Czyszczoń:
čyščoń:
mongrel says:
- čyščoń
- czyszczoń
- чыщoнь
- чышчoнь...
- interlude: Ђ? in cyrillic? isn't that a hindi letter?
via a mirror akin to Я ?
what hindu letter resembles
(oh right... it's serbian... we're looking into
russian orthography... never mind) -
i can translate russian orthography into
latin orthography... but only using a latin script
that applies itself to orthography:
western latin slavic... polish:
жyk : żuk - well... technically when we were
kids we would chase these beetles
we called chrząszcze in the late evenings
of warm summer and put them
under the t-shirts of girls...
chrząщe...
to my surprise... there are a lot of words
that encompass: щ / szcz / šč -
yes: the caron hides the Z -
the russians seem to devised
a bigger fold: good on them...
czyścioch: szczypta -
ШЧ / Щ -ypta - pinch...
ЧyCЬKIOX...
someone pedantic about staying clean...
this is incorrect -
the russian say: shto?! (what)
the polish say: co? which... probably sounds
more akin to... yepp... Ц...
ergo? ЧyCЬЦIOX
that's still wrong...
sorry... the y...
that's also wrong... look:
i was born into the latin sphere...
Greek is one thing... but Cyrillic?
final revision, i promise:
ЧЙCЬЦIOX
if you ever became riddled by pure
chemistry theory, and never walked into a lab:
that also employed you,
wasted years: performing electron bogus
schematics of "electron migrations"
in organic chemistry compounds...
in experiments...
university as that extended waste
of time period: beside heavily politico
mickey mouse concerns of the dept. of
the humanities...
sociology et al., well then?
you're right where you belong!
how about: the migration of diacritical markers,
orthography before naked english...
how's that?
english the adam and ever...
all other languages attired
in the niqab worth a god...
the schematics of electron migration
during chemistry experiments was the best
part of the year...
pointless schematics to be honest...
well, unless applied to a linguistic scrutiny...
english doesn't have any diacritical markers...
it has no orthography...
babylon row...
but if you never sat
through a seminar of organic chemistry
showing you schematics of electron migration:
you will not find the allure
in diacritical mark migration...
or if you're the prime: english speaker...
metaphysics clouds your mind
and there's no orthographic knowledge
to be summoned...
samo-ha czyt cet-i-ha?
i.e. х: cet-et-ha...
certainly no english CHeat...
the Spanish laugh of JAJAJAJAJA -
german: yes yes yes?
polen: i i i?
and we are burdened with
the same encoding canvas of
lazy frappuccino & gelato people...
a więc?
(ą, ę) - even the russians will not tell the story
of awry Ądam and Ewą ( i will give ą:
by using Eve)...
Ądam: Ewą -
how eager the tongue curls numb akin
to the tongue on an english R without a trill...
Ah í Eh!
since an english speaking person
would recite A as: hey...
and the rest: p-EE-l...
so much for the emoji movie...
hierogylphics are really making a comeback...
just insert a few diacritical marks...
learn some borrowed russian...
the whole thing plays into a deck
of cards stacked fragile...
diacritical markers?
like punctuation marks akin to a colon,
a dot, a semi- and a colon...
albeit bount by rigours associated in the realm
of intra-verbum - syllables...
rather than inter-verbum...
encyclopedic...
the beatniks had their cut-up technique borrowed
from switz cabaret voltaire: tristan tzara...
me? seems i have adopted the encyclopedic
cascade...
sling-show technique...
you ingest as much as you can...
and then... release!
puść! (let go)...
i've looked, i can't write that word into russian...
there's the caron s (š / ш)
there's the caron c (č / ч)...
but there's no acute s (c) in russian (ś)
as there's no acute c (ц) in russian (ć)...
i could laundromat these topics into
4am...
nay... i could talk about these curiosities
till the cows come home from pasture
and fall asleeping counting sheep...
currently? the english intellect is a...
little bit boring... so preoccupied with
eloquence and sophistry...
public intellectual this...
as if intellect ever belonged
to the public and not to the individual...
cultural darwinism: boring...
i'm done with pathetic poetics of:
how do you feel? how do i feel?
how do you do, how do i don't do
what you do that limits
a spider from intricate works of harvest...
how am i agitated by the current heat:
by the humidity...
by how i see lightning:
then hear no thunder...
ergo: there's no rain...
the anti-scientific base observations
akin to the prodigy lyrics:
i hear thunder: but there's no rain
(invaders must die album)...
mate... i'm pretty sure if you heard
thunder: you'd be yes! yes! rain!
you hear thunder: it'll rain...
you see lightning but hear no thunder?
no rain...
and... in the vein of folklore:
if the swallows are flying high?
it won't rain...
if the swallows are flying low?
it'll rain.
never doubt the G.P.S. of
stork... or a robin...
who spends summers in england but
winter in poland -
once upon a time, that is...
when these islands' summers were
cooler than continental summers...
and the winters were:
tundra-esque... heat...
the worst cold is around 0°C when
it's wet and windy...
after -10°C the cold is indistinguishable...
it's like the desert: it's only a question
of how dry it can become...
like: needing to down a bottle of water...
while sprint-swimming rather than running...
but the heat? added the side-effects
of humidity? as agitating as a flight of
a bluebottle fly...
and anyone from this part
of the world will attest:
-40°C is not as bad as 40°C -
we're not camel jockeys or sand-niggers...
as one bangladeshi retorted for being
called a bush-monkey by an egyptian back
in highschool...
in addition? i fucking hate these european
sun-worshippers...
death by sun-beds...
that's how i envision them...
"climate change" they say...
it's all a nuance...
just like classic physics died:
cause & effect equilibrium...
hoax? hoax?!
so no one believes in cause & effect?
this is the third year of unbearable heat during
the summer in europe...
global warming is a hoax because
physics has stopped behaving in a causality momentum?
so burning shit is like taking a placebo pill?
oh... right... the global warming hoax...
is actually the inverted placebo effect for
the counter argument?
sure as shit i can ride a horse:
turn left? press right heel into the horse's torso
while pulling the reins with the bit
to the left...
turn right? press the left heel into the horse' torso
while pulling the reins with the bit
to the right...
accelerate / gallop? dig both heels into
the horse's torso...
i can ride a horse... i can't drive a car...
i was forever too fond of the english
double-decker buses...
driving a car / owning a car...
synonymous with:
stuck in traffic, the coming of automated cars /
"owning" a car: m.o.t., insurance...
road tax... sundays spent washing
the car...