neu ernst / alt blau

conradconrad

i was expecting: a bothersome sobering stiffness -
in that: a tongue more rigid and less
maniable - to the extreme of: no less rigid
than rigidity itself implies -

but: this is it, die neu es -
   split second blues for some deviating
pedantry et al.: how many definite articles
are there in deutsche?
   herrman hier: das die der... den -
            pointing definitely at a distance
using the complexity of a telescope:
a horizon of the flattest of all possible flat:
Flanders.

- lately, drinking became intolerable:
    an iron maiden no less, no more...
               that listening to music was...
beside the sound of a crashing piano...    ?
the scratching of a fork and knife
on a porcelain plate... a nail on a blackboard?
believe me when
i say: a thin glass of water and a wet
index circling the edge -
               virulent humming of agitated
atoms...

beside: i begin where i left off...
    from the cinema calender of the abstract heart...
if there is sense to be made:
ex-dada it is...
               it's not hard but it is still
a cluster-fuck of wording to have
either the cabaret voltaire in the background
while the trenches to the fore -
or the reverse -
                      
  this neu and the perfect litany
(ja, für jetzt): ernst... schlicht...  nüchtern...
to play on the antonyms:
rasch! bissig!
          like an aporte for a dog...

     neu ernst                /                  alt blau...

because i guess that's the beauty of english
and it's dish of the most succulent: sächsisch...
how it can be woven into a "hiding something"
sort of tartan -
                           on that unconscious
level: coming out of the trenches
               for a game of foos b'ah ah a'loon...
      
it's this cherry: and all around this sea of
clotted cream:
                          or rather: what came "borrowed"
when mingling with the gingerbread men
of a celtic persuasion -
remains on a roman garrison -
yadda yadda blues...
                                      
- no need to reread unless... reading it like
one might read a ted berrigan sonnet,
i.e.
      purgatory announces the grand festival
      the devil's water weeps on my reason
      the love policeman who pisses so quickly
      towards the bells of the white aorta dawn
      cock and ice go to bed under an amorous gaze
      rue st-jacques the pretty boys set off

and how we meet in the middle:
                   large lamp stomachs virgin mary...

   how else to reread a dadaist poem?
                    write anew: cut enough tabloid press
and find a top hat or simply settle for
a bucket?

it's not like i haven't gone through
the similarities... closest (of) kin...  
                              or however you want to look at it,
i.e. "mutated"...
             take away the consonants...
leave yourself five breaths...
            and have yourself a quasi-sputnik fun'oh...
      (e-i-e-e) towing along b, l & v
                      while (a-u-e) is towing along
                                         g, l, b & n

it's hardly a trick or a question or a trick-question
or some "reverse psychology" dynamic...
a verb: nonetheless...

             it is 10:06am and i am almost
done... a coffee has been drank, a cigarette smoked
and a mince pie ate:
caffeine nicotine sugar...
    and the wintry snap! of morning air...
nothing better to wake up... not even a shower...
caffeine nicotine sugar
    and the wintry snap! of morning air...
even i like the sound of that: hence...
                  on repeat...

   about 5 poems read and more importantly
ślicznie, pięknie: prozaicznie...
   something prosaic... to balance the poetics...
after all: i don't know which would
give me more constipation and which
    indigestion - the digestive system aside:
i'm implying... that fat sponge of
spaghetti herr Brian Eez...
                          
eine zunge
zwei zunge
drei zunge            auster
                               ohne ein schale
                               auf a hölzernFußboden

one tongue
two tongue
three tongue         oyster
                               without a shell
                               on a wooden floor!

vier? veer into fwench and... oh my... my my, my...
'nee bother...
aye?
that would ruin the most advantageous
morning: and there's still all that prior to noon
take on: in strife with calculated stride:
most certainly with airy / spacious trousers...

the dust settles...
alternatively: the sum of animation escapes,
the soft pouches and livery of Eden
slowly too... a shamelessness from peace...
best not cremated:
             for the shadow entertaining bone.

  • Author: conradconrad (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2020 05:23
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  • Michael Edwards

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  • L. B. Mek

    1) 'beside: i begin where i left off...
    from the cinema calender of the abstract heart...
    if there is sense to be made:
    ex-dada it is...
    it's not hard but it is still
    a cluster-fuck of wording to have
    either the cabaret voltaire in the background
    while the trenches to the fore -
    or the reverse -

    - lately, drinking became intolerable:
    an iron maiden no less, no more...
    that listening to music was...
    beside the sound of a crashing piano... ?
    the scratching of a fork and knife
    on a porcelain plate... a nail on a blackboard?

    i was expecting: a bothersome sobering stiffness -
    in that: a tongue more rigid and less
    maniable - to the extreme of: no less rigid
    than rigidity itself implies -

    but: this is it, die neu es -
    split second blues for some deviating
    pedantry et al.: how many definite articles
    are there in deutsche?
    herrman hier: das die der... den -
    pointing definitely at a distance
    using the complexity of a telescope:
    a horizon of the flattest of all possible flat:
    Flanders.'

    2) ' this neu and the perfect litany
    (ja, für jetzt): ernst... schlicht... nüchtern...
    to play on the antonyms:
    rasch! bissig!
    like an aporte for a dog...

    neu ernst / alt blau...

    because i guess that's the beauty of english
    and it's dish of the most succulent: sächsisch...
    how it can be woven into a "hiding something"
    sort of tartan -
    on that unconscious
    level: coming out of the trenches
    for a game of foos b'ah ah a'loon...

    it's this cherry: and all around this sea of
    clotted cream:
    or rather: what came "borrowed"
    when mingling with the gingerbread men
    of a celtic persuasion -
    remains on a roman garrison -
    yadda yadda blues...

    - no need to reread unless... reading it like
    one might read a ted berrigan sonnet,'

    3) 'it is 10:06am and i am almost
    done... a coffee has been drank, a cigarette smoked
    and a mince pie ate:
    caffeine nicotine sugar...
    and the wintry snap! of morning air...
    nothing better to wake up... not even a shower...
    caffeine nicotine sugar
    and the wintry snap! of morning air...
    even i like the sound of that: hence...
    on repeat...

    about 5 poems read and more importantly
    ślicznie, pięknie: prozaicznie...
    something prosaic... to balance the poetics...
    after all: i don't know which would
    give me more constipation and which
    indigestion - the digestive system aside:
    i'm implying... that fat sponge of
    spaghetti herr Brian Eez...

    eine zunge
    zwei zunge
    drei zunge auster
    ohne ein schale
    auf a hölzernFußboden

    one tongue
    two tongue
    three tongue oyster
    without a shell
    on a wooden floor!'

    ...

    hope you're doing better, it reads like you may be, but then who am I to read anything acutely, at best I second guess and wrap it up as 'goodwill's sense' with the calculative insight uselessness of gift wrapped socks on December 25th...
    though as always I'm amazed at the pool of knowledge you have at your whim, utilised with such effortless abandon in the purposed illegibility of your ever potent commentary, of-self lately - understandably,
    though if I may dare to hope, someday soon you'll be able to stave-off the 'alt blau' consequences of escape through bottle lips (I admit I google shit, what choice do I have when I'm the walking caricature of so much ignorance, lol)
    stay strong, thanks for continuing to share



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