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- what do you get if you put a mathematical circle into a glass of water?
- a shadow? a big black barking dog?
- no
- a drunken sun? a drowned firefly?
- no!
- a dreamcatcher?
- hmm..
- an 'oh', or 'ah' sound? a song?
- well...it depends...
- then, if you sing a song under the water, do you get your circle back?
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Thursday 18 August 2011
SMALL FRAGMENTS OF ILOGICAL SANITY I
There was a tall fine and yourg lady with a horse face last night, plimbandu-si in lesa rosie (walking in read leash), with a swinging pace, un caine enorm negru (an enormous black dog).
cainele (the dog), de dimensiunea unui ponei (the size of a poney), apucase Luna de unul din capete si acuma o molfaia absent (had bitten the Moon at one end and now was chewing it absent-minded); am dat iar nas in nas cu ei mai tarziu in timp ce ocupa doua locuri pline in vagonul de U-bahn care nu se urnea din Warshauerstrasse (I came across them again later, while they were duble siting in the U-Bahn wagon who was stuck in Warschauer Strasse). The dog was burping while drinking beer from the bottle of a very young stranger with lots of pimples on his face, that was attempting a conversation with the Moon in Spanish. The mistress was engaged meanwhile in a lesbian flirt with an older lady with very blond very long fairy hair, falling down her shoulders, that was passionately massaging the strong furry shoulders of the reposing black animal. The dog was docile-dumm or it seemed so, under the efect of the alcohol. It also looked as if it had smoked some joints before...its appearance was as taken from a washed-out nightmare. As if the mistress pulled her nightmare out and shaped it in the form of a dog, exposing it to the strangers, out of pure exhibitionism. Out of pure oniric voaiorism, I was just sitting there and watched, completely out of my body, while my body was being squeezed in a inconsistent mass of weirdly shaped, oddly dressed and funny smelling strangers. The only reasonable person in which I could guess a sense of integrity was a hunched man of undecised almost maybe once young age, wearing a very reare 100-days old beard, proudly playing guitar and asking for money.
cainele (the dog), de dimensiunea unui ponei (the size of a poney), apucase Luna de unul din capete si acuma o molfaia absent (had bitten the Moon at one end and now was chewing it absent-minded); am dat iar nas in nas cu ei mai tarziu in timp ce ocupa doua locuri pline in vagonul de U-bahn care nu se urnea din Warshauerstrasse (I came across them again later, while they were duble siting in the U-Bahn wagon who was stuck in Warschauer Strasse). The dog was burping while drinking beer from the bottle of a very young stranger with lots of pimples on his face, that was attempting a conversation with the Moon in Spanish. The mistress was engaged meanwhile in a lesbian flirt with an older lady with very blond very long fairy hair, falling down her shoulders, that was passionately massaging the strong furry shoulders of the reposing black animal. The dog was docile-dumm or it seemed so, under the efect of the alcohol. It also looked as if it had smoked some joints before...its appearance was as taken from a washed-out nightmare. As if the mistress pulled her nightmare out and shaped it in the form of a dog, exposing it to the strangers, out of pure exhibitionism. Out of pure oniric voaiorism, I was just sitting there and watched, completely out of my body, while my body was being squeezed in a inconsistent mass of weirdly shaped, oddly dressed and funny smelling strangers. The only reasonable person in which I could guess a sense of integrity was a hunched man of undecised almost maybe once young age, wearing a very reare 100-days old beard, proudly playing guitar and asking for money.
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