Şeful păpădiilor: Partida Poporului împotriva USL
May 17, 12
Noaptea Muzeilor e Amurgul Muzeelor
Cultură, mase, studenţi, profesori.
Biblioteca Naţională la pământ
Stupoare! Un OZN pe cer!
Sub Dâmboviţa un Eva submarin
Se bea şampanie
La TVR lumea se arată îngrijorată.
Guvernul Ponta îşi suspendă activitatea.
Arena Naţională îşi ia zborul
Unde este Adam Titanicul Oraşului?
May 8, 12
Lucky Jim
In this photo: Sherlockberry Finnegans Wakefield
- It’s elementary, my dear Jim.
Adults are shipwrecks, teenagers are wasted, girls are girls, we the low-life drifters we have no loved ones, no next of kin, no pets, nothing to live for, but a few bad habits.
- I didn’t know that girls can be that ape and spooky, massa Sherlock. I think I can understand now. Girls are the real sovereigns of the human zoo. Controlling and domineering everything, put some winning genes into their marsupial possum. It’s the Natural law. That is to say, when the men aren’t little tiny boys, while they aren’t little toys and little soldiers – grooming or gadgets accessories, both zoology and science of life are utterly superior to human anthropology.
- Precisely. It’s elementary, my dear Jim.
You’ll need a great quality of sperm and good appealing appereance in order to succeed as a human being. But, you can’t blame it on girls. They’re only following their nature, and you can’t measure this reproductive complexity only with the intellect. You’ll have to understand the rule of the game. The way how to cat jumps. Even when you’ll do that, it will be without a triumph and victory, since the ration and intellect can’t beat and conquer almost anything. In fact, they are quite and pretty useless. It’s something else, more arcane and mysterious, and brute, always shifting, always irrational, sneaking and lurking here in there, that is always winning. We may say that if you aren’t born like that, or if you are born with a small degree of it, the adaptation and your succeeding genes could be in real danger. I must say, that culture can’t win anything, my dear Jim. All the crafty and sneaky women know this unbereable and decisive advantage. I would say that all women they’re in the know of naturally in this, even when their intellect can’t catch it or comprehend it. They’re always winners. It’s the Natural law. The Mother Nature is always winning. You may say extensionally that we all live in some kind of incestuous anthropological gang-bang, with the sperm travelling cosmically from egg to egg as a gift, and without seeing reciprocity as necessity in itself. Some like Kinder Surprise Egg.
- That is to mean that we the men are condemned to doom and extinction, massa Sherlock?
- Quite contrary, my dear Jim. We’re going to live for a long long time, nothing more than pets and toys. This gift and quality is like skimmed-milk, controlling products, and the males, and the women are the best inspectors of quality for their needs. It’s always their needs. But, if you succeed in understand a woman desire and need you’ll have a good lucky chance. You’ll probably have a reasonable life, hard and dispersed with difficulties, but you’ll have your gene shot chance. First, you’ll have to understand the irrational in order to quirk it. Second, you’ll never handle it, unstrictly speaking, never tame it, since it jumps and fro like a randy and vicious horse. Most of the men, and most of the women, they think they did it, those who think are the best and knowing, the irrationals of the irrational, why they never see the grin smile of the Cheshire cat.
- It’s this mean that the battle of sexes is a victory without any triumph, massa Sherlock? It’s this how the cat jumps?
- You can say that again, my dear Jim. It’s a decisively defeat for the intellect. One girl can play horse play and do transformative quantity into one giant leap quality, one making alchemical process looking like contemporary chemistry. The formula A girl have 5-10-20 sexual mates whatever her dynamics and energy will take it, will increase that accumulation of pleasure until the great and quality leap will be make it, in accordance with her consciously unconsciously need and desire, securing her gene and conserving the Egg. The rank order of sperm, bursting as much as one likes and deliciously it may taste and sound, vitaminic or not, is quite very strictly regularized. You’ll have the quantity males for pleasure, ending with good sperm. Now, do you remember The Sermon of Matthew? ‘Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth?’ In the end, someone will have to raise the children, and that is the good father sperm. The end does always justify the means. It’s quite elementary, my dear Jim.
April 29, 12
The New Android
This is what things have come to in this world
The cows sit on the cocks and play gene games
The bitch under the skirts of the Teenager clone
Ah yes Adults they all take the little doll for a changeling
I hold peace and war into my joystick but I’ll take a nexus flip
Only the freeters department can drive the nightmare from the Egg-heads but all the horses are broken
Today nobody knows whether he was tomorrow
Wasted youth, they beat time with a Facebook like
If only somebody had the nerve to rip the nexus feathers
Out of the Brave New World it’s a great age
The guru professors of Communication and media gather in the Intelligent TV
With the palms of their hands they turn back the ex-tr-opiated masses
Ah ah ye great devils – ah ah ye keepers of the Law and commandements
The Planetarium Mass is out beyond the digital anthropological nebulae
With a bow wow wow with a boe woe woe who today does not know what our Father Butler wrote
Lord of the Flies is resurrected the best lack all conviction the worst are full of passionate intensity
The enemy of boundaries the falcon trickster I pull the anatomical atlas out of my toe
A serious android study begins and this is how the world is this is all that’s ahead of us
April 22, 12
Clovnul clasei a prins un OZN şi l-a înghiţit
Ce să facem când întâlnim un OZN?
Două lucruri putem facem, după cum vrem:
Să ne adresăm OZN-ului pe un ton, foarte respectuos:
‘Încântat, Domnule’
Sau să-i zicem într-o manieră mai puţin distinsă:
‘Ia spune, de ce nu te întorci de unde ai venit?’
April 16, 12
They shoot horses, don’t they?
Horse Plays
(a dramatic fragment)
1. Horse
2. Yes?
1. You’re under arrest, Horse.
2. No.
1. I shall shoot, Horse.
2. No.
1. I shall shoot, Horse.
2. No.
1. I hate you.
2. No.
1. I shall crucify you.
2. Not so.
1. I shall poison you.
2. Not so.
1. I shall salami you.
2. Not so.
1. I shall murder you.
2. Not so.
1. Think of your parents.
2. Never.
1. I am going to kill you.
2. As I said, never.
1. I shall shoot.
2. You have already said that once.
1. Now come along.
2. You can’t arrest me.
1. Why not?
2. You can take me into custody, but no more.
1. Than I shall take you into custody.
2. By all means.
1. By all means.
2. By all means.
1. Horse?
2. Yes.
1. I’m sorry.
2. Yes.
1. Horse?
2. Yes.
1. I’m sorry.
2. We have already said that twice.
(The door opens slightly and a head of woman enters the room. ’I've already made your breakfast. Go up and hurry. Father and medical students will be here in twenty minutes.’
The door is closed.
After the head disappears onto the stairs, a young man in his thirties rubs his hazel beady eyes and grabs his daily cloths, dismounts orderly from his hobby horse, opens the creaky yellow door and with quixotic eyes he puts himself together and makes his trot into the dining room and then into the sun and lightness).
April 8, 12
Zen Mother Hen
1. Aventurierii spaţiului: Mişcarea rapidă a ochilor va învinge masele şi literaţii
2. Rapid eye movement will asleep lumps aggregations and postliterati
3. Lassie and Laika clones will have their pea on hypermodernity and digital art
4. Copywriters, journalists, PRs, marketers and advertisers will be replaced by quirky soccers and Leonine Messy extraterrestrial and automatic writing
5. Bubbles: Shantih, Shantih, Shantih
6. Dabbltopia will defeat Brave New World
March 19, 12
the Great Bear
Nor was I indeed ignorant of the flower and the vine, but the hemlock and the cypress overshadowed me night and day.
March 18, 12
China
From inside to outside, the surface is gist,
The gist is the surface
And surface is one
The music, and play
Unfixed and uncessant
The motion less
And all in all and all in one,
They breath
For all seasons
The old ceremony
One face, Romania
And yet the center fall
A falconer may hear the falcon
Plethora and Great Wall
The narrows of the world,
The world itself, the XXI century
One face. The Void
