I loved to nail my coffin

The last button did not respond

nothing left to push

nothing

except a mirage, a mirage, a mirage omg.

a quivering memory drawn onto the trembling strata of desert air

finally

the carbon inside me begins to oxide

-

I look at the mirror

inspect scars, wrinkles, teeth

this must have been life

I look at the ever wandering clock hand

this must have been time

I look at the rails these converging parallels at the horizon

this must be space

not the steady circle drawn by time

the monotonous counting

but space is

the insolvable riddle

Euklid is laughing his ass off: hehehe.

what vexation: we see them converge

but we know: the do not.

we know: they do not.

-

I didn’t rhythm the waves

but the waves rhymed me

-

theotechnologists may consider:

the Automated Leviathian will not save us: it will save itself

-

But nevertheless

Dayadham heard the key

so hope must be deaf

-

london bridge 149 to seven sisters

<”Avrá prezzo questo valore

che ti condusse alla cima della scala

A tempo ricordati della mia purificazione.”

e il fuoco l’ avvolse>

finally

the carbon inside me begins to oxide

Schwalben, Schwalben von Siena

avez vous porté le soleil noir de la mélanchonie?

Tenebroso vedovo sconsolato

frammenti, brandelli, rovine

—————————————schande, schande, schande

tambour – sterne -helios

Lacrimogeno

piango.

sento scorrere i rivoli di lacrime.

scorrere per le guance.

sie sammeln sich am kinn.

tocco la faccia, ma é secca.

le mie dita non sentono niente.

é un deserto la mia faccia

con lacrime sotteranee.

leccandomi le labbra ne sento il sapore.

puó essere che io sia und deserto senza faccia.

Anna!!

I wonder how this Maschine – shaped consciousness will

will

reconfigurate our bodies

our bodies

dies

dies irae

our coded bodies

our will coded bodies

let s sing a hymn

to feel – you can feel too – that i could, yes! it could all be a whole

when time and space collide

earth and sky

how precious are these syllables

for they encapsulate all the questions – and the answers too.

beloved,

keep off the tracks

Spring is here again tender age of blood,

it seems this endlessly wired winter ended

and flesh can be thought again and thought can be flesh

spiraling out your lungs

climbing up and down the spinal chord

i touch my face

i feel the skull yet to be uncovered

and behind, behind there is control.

I touch my arms, my feet,

i feel the sinews, the muscles, the bones; yet to be uncovered

maybe these bones, are the only truth

fossilzed

for others to unravel

the misteries of some mythological past

if this will be of some interest

when history will end in the near future

because the network will know it all

having stored all exceptions to the rules

and the angel can stop crying

because all fragments have been glued together

and power can be switched off

because spring is coming again

spring is coming again

and other powers might arise

mightily

look at the deaddth morals

the cowboy never was a gentleman, never, and he never will.

He said:”Look you weaklings, you cant defend your women and your children.”
“Look at the terror we COULD perpetrate, everyone of us could do as I did.”
“And even if this system which made me, now will punish me, I gave you a glimpse of the terror we could disseminate.”
“I gave you a story which is like a folktale, you ll tell it to your children, wont you?”
“We could annihilate you, exterminate you. For US it s just a video game, but you don t even now what that means.”
“It s our hidden logic, hidden behind a baroque rhetoric.”
“We destroyed totalitarianism by assimilating it.”
“I was the biblical wrath, coming upon you as an angel of destruction.”
“We are dressed and drilled to kill. Ain t no protect and serve. We re no servants. We re elite, disguised as drones, we rise above you, embodying the marvel dreams.”

“Acknowledge that vernunft und sittlichkeit are not one value.”

“Thank me. I gave you a memory that will last. Soviets weren’t able. You shall fear US.”

PS: Merkel hastily said:”Look we are ze better Americans, once Nazis now we have developed finally to bildungsburger,”

putin

russia needs an east coast as well.

illumination

spark- il fiammifero s’ accende nell’ oscuritá del tempo, tuo cuore – burn out

cant0

for now we have made it.
we ve overthrown the spell, for now we can consider us proudly shameless.
because we cry (loudless) larmes d acier.
breker s shadows will walk the gyms. talk the screens.

as man was made as a mirror to god.
now he mirrors himself.

we found better fire.
acdc

now we re smitten. exhale your soul. make it tangible through touchscreens.

bury the languages and the spirits residing in it.
we don t need them. it s all well calculated.
the fates said:
selection is a memoryless process.

today i sung 10010010110110 the canto 0 of the test society.

and prometheus has been marcov chained to the kaukasus.

(“Im Zusammenhang mit der Frage der Populationsgröße [...], muß auch an das außerordentlich wichtige Problem der minimalen Individuenanzahl erinnert werden. Dieses Problem steht im Zusammenhang mit dem mathematischen Gesetz der Markov – Ketten demzufolge dür eine variierende Gesamtheit mit geringer Individuenanzahl eine hohe Wahrscheinlichkeit vorliegt auch den Zustand Null zu erreichen] (Timofeef – Ressovsky/ Jablokov/ Glotov, 1977:47)

children will wonder, what we have prepared for them.
we ll synchronize their bodies to the electric clouds. we won t witness.

hope.

rests last in pandoras box.

maybe we won t die. we ve decoded acgt.
someone will find the meaning in it.

eternal life for the ego. we re so close.

ricordarsi della propria morte (con tristezza) Ah! tempi migliori!

un inno in mono (con sole=)lasciate mi can va fan: ripercussioni, alterazioni – reverb that!)

on their pillars, on their shoulders we will rest in peace

- as they do beneath our feet. let s rest some more. let s rest with them.

who are them?

let s do some which to them. do re mi fa so la si lall!!! (one ! might have been enough.) Unfortunately i never understood statics.

hail to them. the missspellers of the past, the vagabonds of time, the bricolateurs of space.

off records, whispering: let s reunite! and redivide! sum up the divisions and call it UNO. UNblOody. What a dream. I laugh at you. Bureaucrats of grief. buttoned down freaks.

well there might be some hidden and written agenda (not here) and/or maybe it s just some thought occuring somewhere, somehow, to someone else.

hail to cristobal semi colon.

grinding the stipulative landmarks of things yet to know and beyond…

perche agli anglosassoni sia servita (servi, servi siete!) la felicitá e la fortuna (bliss) davanti agli tedeschi si inchini la libertá e a coloro (restmenge) che la sorte ha inciso un eterna domanda a la quale la propabilita dará risposta vi sia sepolta la lingua (voi greci). paella ai spagnoli. sanctus.

alorché le congiunzioni canteranno, afinché la risposta non sia sentita.

let s feel deadly alive.

Ha! un triple yé yé yé…

dem deutschen streberthume

sind es nicht jene, die da sagen: exportweltmeister, energiekoloss, rationalisten, frech vertauscht das “n-” mit “r-”? Oder recheneifrig buchhalterischer nationalrationalismus, kapitalversicherter natur? setze ins präteritum: am deutschen wesen will/soll/darf/kann/muss die welt verwesen

man dünkt sich wer. man dünkt sich wohl. mit diesem zeugnis, gymnasiastenstolz frischgekeimt. Aus fehlern wird man klug, darum ist einer nicht genug, frisch ein zweiter dran gehängt

ecce! nach büsserjahren auf der eselsbank hat sich emsigkeit und fleiss gelohnt. “man hat uns nicht umsonst am ohr genommen!” hat man sich gemerkelt. “nun kriegt man auch das wort dazu.”

doch, kameradInnen lasseth die geschichte ruhn frisch, f omm, fröhlich, frei nach vorn geblicketh ein wink im abschied den genossen: elite das ist selbsterklärend – verhartzt man das bewusstsein es

rechneth die geschichte doch der deutschen norm entsprechend: 08/15, aber mit pfiff! wuff. Ein dreifaches wuff der general – dackelung!

für alle, die da gälte. geld. es übersetzt den willen, in allgemeinverständlich thun, das streben hiernach angezettelt, darf griechenland nicht ruhn.

vorbei die zeit des müssiggangs diktiert durch frohe sonnenstunden die seelenvoltaik deutscher lande, nieselt in das mediterrane hoch.