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FOUR WORD/Foreword
1
compiliation of alternating involvements of 2
on topics at random along a given nonobligatory line,
interweaving space & time &
going on
2
presentation & arguments - working
proto, iso, anti, meta, cata, para &
trans
3
culture from below & above -
pizza-prose ,
made from found rests, intended for the moment,
& with left-overs for the take-away
accenting the potentially weird real
& attending the potentially real weird
4
about things which should have happened or told before
intrinsically true, needed & wanted
extrinsically cool, needed & wanted
only now we know...
transcultural language service station
(tralasest)
nula horo - wolfgang guenther
kassel, germany, may 2014
The Wind is Blowing
the wind is
blowing
the season
IS changing
I hope the
world
is ready.
Where warm waters wake.
El Niño &
The European Day of
Common Swimming in Common Rivers.
Dramas en tramos.
Winds of change shake the nations
to bring them to battle
A Heap of Sheaves
In a Valley
For Threshing.
Uncle Basarab enters,
reading -
deserts (not securities) dare to say:
Endless hunger
is likely to get armed...
1310.
House Basarab
Katabatic Winds
Render all
Catatonic.
Jes, katabatics
help to inflate yourself,
when time is right
& also the ground
you´re standing on.
Am I standing on ground?
It feels like
Butter slice
Quick sand
Miry clay
All thrones topple.
It´s not easy
to play perfect footsie
on the beach.
Love it, but be ready
to adjourn another chaos.
Chaos knows
no time
no wait
no soft breeze -
Subterfuge Slink
Stratagem Machination.
In the realm of the birds
doves are waiting for democracy.
There is a world
where popular government
is waiting for man...
Suggestion: Don’t walk
Under a ladder
Holding
Full doves who
practice
Bladder Democracy.
Season of Wondering
Season of wondering
under almond trees.
Herbicides ruin my feet,
transgenes make me shiver.
Who wants to be ready?
Ready she stands,
back bared
shoulders stooped,
embracing mortality's
season of wondering.
Standing, walking, flying -
they are our bothers.
The robots think & feel,
protected by & observing
The Conventions of Geneva.
Conventions:
Talk Sign
Talk Sign
Talk Sign
Talk
Sign
Nothing
The quince tree already gave
shelter to the sparrow,
when the grass below said:
I declare myself
now opened!
to heartbreak
bows and arrows
killing cock robins,
fish catching blood
in little dishes
Beetle-made shrouds.
believe
many won't
nicely postponed excuses
it is hard to
trust
TRUST?
Is that some sort of
Indaba?
I called her
sunshine
she turned around
dropping the pint of beer
& smiled at her future.
She lingers in a garden
of setting suns
mortality
beckons.
one may thank
the
stars
that even now & here
some rules are not
a matter of opinion.
the gate is always open
where roses bloom
and
thorns
pierce.
Mephisto
cathedral of escalators
let in a million
courting doves
it's not magic.
except the Katabatic
wind
stole through
a crack
in the
words - that’s magic,
Not Faust.
I was
exceptionally
mistaken
endurance sports
are not
only
for hamsters.
round and round
and
round and
round the turn of endurance stops for no one I cant even take
a breath
can you?
modern
being so
intelligence
of empathy
will surely not render
survival.
depends on the
empathy recipient
all giants surrender
eventually.
Eventually.
Inevitably.
in der tasse (in the toilet bowl
beste klasse (best mass
Goethe mit tröte (Goethe with howl
das ist es (first class
oder (chu 2
“the metamorphosis of plants”
in my garden
where
my
caretaker
labors.
as to
whether to me
i'm not certain
as far as
to be up to you.
up to me?
down
here
at the bottom of
the world
The Third World
Alien Dimension.
it's apity
that i wish
i could stay
longer, but
since i'm welcome any time...
knock.
Four times - 3 was taken
It’s a swing door -
Be careful of
-----------Backlash.
trust
in the
future recycle your
gods and then recommend
one.
to make an idol:
cut a tree cook your meat
warm your hands make your chair shape
the rest bow the knee to fallaciloquence,
why don't you
have a seat
the highly praised
soup-&-salad-combo
will soon be with you.
why, thank you sir
wrong tongs too?
long combo short twang
the salad just wrang.
sinyorino Wang (mrs. Wang
zhus joyas (just feels happy
char (because
la ekhoi (echoes
shin chirkauas (her surround)
aaaah - I know Mrs Wang -
Basho recommended her
Haiku.
yes here
we go again
he had lunch
she did
the talking.
the insipid [sound]of
a tap
drip
drip
drip
knows
no bounds.
maddening choir.
drinking
4 pints
of lager is not
grandmother's cup of tea
quaffing.35
lost deep in
the Rubicon of
cabernet
is better suited to
older kin.
my budgie is
not interested
in my guinea-pig
maybe he got that
from his mother. 36
the zebra ignored
the lion
to his detriment.
the guinea-pig was actually
unlucky - Budgie became a cat [he got
that from his mother].
reading something
into the phrase
"Down-under
she lacked
for notthing..."
but debate about
new Jimmy Choo
put paid to
that.
Something.
finally
awakening awareness
of hangouts
with chillies
on the loop.
Funny.
I made chilli basil chocolate hangouts
Today.
No Loops.
mother of mine
I think I
could have
some setting lotion
& a new diaper.
Mr Sook said
Do you want a new mother?
Tell me when you get this Abby
If I’m scaring you
that’s good.
wondering
we are
all the time
as if we didn't have
two hands.
leave him
he is just a boy
I am making bones
no glamour
too bad
when you least expect it
we’ll be there.
culture
as the revenge
of man
on the sun
love it.
Revenge?
I’ll take a bet
on the sun -
one degree
all life withers.
Season of Wondering
Part 3
mistreated
straw will
never save lives.
2 brothers drowned,
unnoticed ill-fated.
A mere splash in a
Cosmic Pool
All minnows
Feed.
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