| It is of the greatest importance for the young person who is still unadapted and has yet achieved nothing to shape his conscious ego as effectively as possible, that is to educate his will. It’s hard to hold the hand of anyone who’s reaching for the sky just to surrender. And to return to Tzara’s Dadaist example, Thom Yorke applied a similar method in Radiohead’s Kid A (2000) album, writing single lines putting them into a hat and hypothesizing that such a technique could be used as a method for altering reality. You caused my will to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter. Just before I got caught in the world I’ve wanted to become unstuck in time. I knew I would fall, when I was young Rumi tipped me off and old bull lee followed. The sergeant always demanded impossibilities of his men. It got worse everyday. What’s it going to be then, eh? I asked myself getting bored. Then i asked for a woman, she came and sat next to me, a little older than I had expected. How she murdered her family meant nothing to me. She had a golden tooth in the center of her mouth. Life is a combination of bombastic drama and absurdity. Memories pressed between the pages of my mind. Every second man tries to comprehend the structure of the universe and learn everything that is hidden from him: this striving, I would say, is his striving towards god, towards something perfect. Now I’ll have eine kleine pause to keep in circulation the rumor that hope is alive.
The conscious mind can focus on unconscious process under the right circumstances. I have destroyed the ring of the horizon and escaped from the circle of things. Now I believe matter does not exist. Yes he made me want to be a saint. All I could ever be was a stranger. I come from an area that is in tao, in balance. There is one art no more no less. Nothing is out of order. I come into the interzone and find that it is chaotic. The rhythm of life is disturbed. So when I come into it the whole thing affects me and i am immediately gone mad. One could also describe it as the dizzying disorientation brought on by the premature arrival of the future. So what can I do? I need a little square to be by myself to meditate and to set myself straight. And then when I am able to get myself in order. I move from one circumstance into another. For me it’s all the same whether I go east or to a future town. There are no hurdles in space but only hallucinations. How many roads must a man walk down?
Being Can Malevich is the title of this experiment. The name of a mystic drive to the depths of cosmos within another artists’ skull. The whole process/progress is documented through poetry. This is spontaneity. This is the gravity. This is a coincidence. This is the inexpressible sensation of monotony. Well, it might be true that life is a cherry traffic jam. I never said it isn’t, but I’d rather be an artist than a rich man. Kazimir Malevich, a deep being with a nose too long when you were told long noses were ugly. Even god got trapped once when he walked on the daisies. No worries. I’m not going to be like him when I get older losing my head many years from now. I will soon tear this page from the silver machine somehow.
Role playing or happy ending is not quite the occupation of an adult. You ! Who find it hard to get any warmth out of the face of a square. What a disgrace. My knee in your balls and my fist in your face. The secret of incantation is the very art of creation. Imagining based on facts and running after grey butterflies, that’s how i spent most of my days. I put a yellow piece of paper under my pillow and whenever I could not sleep I went through a new personality crisis. A bit tired, maybe, everybody is. I wrote in the dark. Mystery remains. Double, double, toil and trouble,. One day great cities and the studios of contemporary artists will be located aboard enormous zeppelins. Fire burn and caldron bubble. My point of view is different. Stealing is in fact a live being, talented, all powerful in its creativity, a phenomenon of unusual genius only if many except that all uncertainty is fruitful. Art has wandered away from its source, learning to fly and rises high already, but it does not contain a basic starting point. Heretics are the only bitter remedy against the entropy of human thought. Whenever possible remember that you are still free and that there is still beauty in loneliness. October is a wicked month, mad, bad and dangerous. Life is doubt and faith without doubt is nothing but death. We are always paid to have something of the night in us. Crime has many tools. This monologue is a system of half truths. My supreme yet still unpopular rave by the stature of god. takes away the commonplace of life. In much of my writing thinking is half murdered. For thought is a bird of space.
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