TRUST IN ME

just in me…Kipling or jungle  book. I don’t know which one. I say that there’s only one thing that keeps my soul alive: poetry. Well, yes, I don’t care about anything, except this little obsession. I really don’t care about blue-jeans, trousers, although I try to adjust myself to current fashion. I only love my psychosis. And a really beautiful girl. She is my psychosis. C is my psychosis. I don’t want to be a hero, but I trust her. I trust her instinct, her beauty. I rediscovered beauty through C. She knows..maybe. I don’t care about anything, aside C. She knows why. Because the only difference between me and a crazy guy is that I am crazy. And I am trying to love her, even if I don’t know how. Do I need science? No! I need C.

I know that nobody cares..

..but my blog is temporarily closed due to a really beautiful girl.

über Benjamin Péret

«Benjamin Péret war für mich der surrealistische Dichter par excellence: die totale Freiheit reiner Inspiration, die ohne jedes kulturelle Bestreben direkt aus der Quelle fließt …»Luis Buñuel

“Benjamin Peret was for me the surrealist poet par excellence: the total freedom of the pure inspiration, which flows directly from the source, without any cultural effort.”

Poetry-ein Paar..etwas

Yeap..and so it is..if one’s poem looked like Rihana, it would be sold out in the first second. Imagine that the poem would show you its buttocks. How would you react? Beaver away..in the bathroom:))

“Under its umbrella”…you wish! Empty words…images are more powerful…basic instinct for people! Take a kilo of instinct, feel the pillow! Yeah…like a real sucking dicky democrat. Then wrap your instinct in your thoughts and scream..

“we passed upon the stair, spoke in was and when/ although I wasn’t there, said I was his friend/ which came as a surprise…” – that’s nirvana, not rihana-that’s nirvana, not vagina-(although kurt’s favorite song was, suposedly-ontologically, “moist vagina”)-the connection with the topic: none!

And if you were a scientist, you would know that in front of you is not a sexual umbrella, it is not what it seems-it’s just..a bunch of quarks, man! But the poem is still a poem, a bunch of words, man! The poem is not a body, it’s a shame! It’s a pity! It’s a pitchy!

Monkeys on youtube…gods! Salvador Dali on youtube…hell! Poetry on youtube…you’re a tube!

Why Bull Shit?

States of consciousness changing. You’re in one mood now, in one mood tomorrow. Now you’re a pediatrician, tomorrow you’re a kid. Now you’re banal, tomorrow you’re sophisticated. This puzzle is you (and the thing that you’re changing is trivial-if you REALLY are changing). If you’re not changing, then you’re a robot. That’s also useful: we need robots!

You can be a lonely guy, then you can socialize as much as you need. There’s no limit for your personality, there’s no rule for being.

Words that go together with that S thing, i.e. what is SSSimple. No metaphysics. Just say what you have to say in common words. If not, then you cannot communicate with everyone. If you don’t want to communicate with everyone, then express yourself as a PhD. Does it make any sense? Only if you do it for yourself and you’re interested in self-development. Modeling your thoughts…but how? In common words or in academic words? One’s decision..how to write: like John Donne or like Robert Creeley. To be sophisticated…or to be a trivial guy. Maybe both of them. It depends on the mood!

You can read common books or tough books. Madonna or Shakespeare. What do you choose? You choose Madonna if you’re in a mood for her, Shakespeare if you’re..ha! It doesn’t work! A piece of brain for mister Shakespeare, a very piece of brain for Madonna. How small is it? Relative high moods are relative to how high you are. Maybe you’re considering yourself high when you read Madonna. There’s another guy who is higher than you, who’s reading Shakespeare. Do you accept that, or you say “what a geek” about him? Maybe he also reads Madonna, when he’s too tired to concentrate on Shakespeare (if she/he likes Madonna’s ecriture). Maybe he sings in a rock band and he enjoys Shakespeare. Jim Morrison was reading Rimbaud. So what? Soul stuff…too complicated. I should read Madonna and forget about difficult texts. Why? Life is so short..I should enjoy it! Do you recognize your bloody thoughts here?

Cleansing your thoughts..with Madonna??? With Shakespeare??? Of course not…with Wittgenstein!

Ideas expressed…in small words or in big words (capitals:) ). It depends on you. Higher ideas can be expressed in lower words(non-capitals). This process allowed Oriental philosophy to be shared among common people (i.e. without knowledge). Benefits? Hmm…escaping depression. Read and forget about you, be a part of the whole!!! Bloody shit…which whole? Ass whole? Nirvana-hey, Kurt, would you suicide again so that we could understand the sense of Nirvana? Happiness-is it a warm gun???? No, it’s a COOL gun!

Watching Bill Hicks..yeah, he’s good! He’s funny, and not that lame-funny guy. Too bad he died!

To be…naive. Why not? Relative sense…I’m naive compared to my after-three-years-persona. And compared to Nietzsche.