Mutter, ich bin dumn ("Mother, I am a fool") Nietzsche
In Hyde Park a preacher took a pratfall up to the moon from his soapbox,
and everybody laughed in China.
Mary Magdalene mistook Jesus for a gardener. And Jesus, timely, plucked a rose.
Definition of glory: graveyard wherein the soil falls
upward instead of downward.
He wanted to leave this world through the main gate, in grand style, but eventually
popped off through a pop-hole.
He wanted to be laid to rest with his loved-ones, but ended up with the hated-ones.
In that country a poet was off his leash, and mauled another poet to death.
Studious-looking by the river the poet,
in reality only flicks through dirty mags.
Nobody gets shipwrecked twice in the same island.
Ignorance is recyclable. Knowledge, biodegradable.
It takes so long to be not an idiot, and only a second to become one again.
They wanted me to be an early riser to catch the worm...I was the worm.
Cadaver dogs still sniffing around in search of his missing soul
The universe is nothing more than an upscale dunghill. That's why in Ancient Egypt
they worshipped the dung beetle as a sacred beast.
"Je voudrais être un cochon: l'homme seul peut être ridicule". Paul Gauguin
The State is an Amusement Park full of over-rational children.
"The law is the Amusement Park of Pain" Louis F. Celine
"the beautiful fiction of the law" Charles Dickens
I am my own booty of my own piratical forays into myself.
Someone was tampering with the course of the universe when I was born.
In my late childhood, I was convinced that dwarves and cats-like the universe-
never die.
Impossible to poem the memories of all my imaginary loves.
"With an apple I will stun Paris"-said Cezanne.
I will stun London with a durian.
I've been always a wanderer around the words, not the world.
A skating minister stopped and pissed
over my blue bonfire.
Please mind the gaps between your steps and the clouds.
The words also get exhausted as the pilgrim's feet.
I was born at rest, unrest.
Today everything is quite similar to everything and nothing at the same time.
I am a defendant accused of being just me. The Devil's always offering
to be my lawyer pro bono.
Death by poetry is a kind of death by misadventure, that is, "accidental death caused
by a risk taken voluntarily"
"I'm going to do with ya what the moon uses to do with poets: ignoring'em."
Everywhere you come across idiots who believe themselves poets, and poets who deem themselves as God.
We are all putty in the hands of a playful and mischivous God.
We are all sitting ducks of the Fates.
""We know that the Muses were women, and we know every day of our lives that the Fates
are women" Charles Dickens
We are only status updates posted by God daily. And daily disappearing.
Nietzsche defined himself as "a fatality in pyjamas". I am the selfsame fatality but in boxers.
"Dieu etait un tres mauvais communicant" (Michel Houellebecq)
Every war that breaks out in this planet is a cut of God having a clean shave.
God takes a potshot at us every day.
God don't play dice with the universe but marbles.
I suspect God is a serial killer running away at light speed. He will never be caught.
God is a technocrat who trades in the stock market of suffering.
"In the beginning was the word"(John, 1:1)...
But God keeps flannelling on and on.
"J'attends Dieu avec gourmandise" Arthur Rimbaud
God, in the other life, was a stand-up comedian.
Written off as a suspect of murdering God,
the philosopher was declared caretaker God.
Earthquakes are the sneeze of the Devil.
"Satan's bet is still on" Alberto Manguel
There might come a time when all the human beings can be bound in brotherhood...The endogamy will do the rest.
Birds will never nest wherever people want.
And people will never know whatever birds think.
Humbleness hardly ever bloom in the genius as a rose-like virtue.
Rather as the last resource of the defeated.
Definition of life: a mighty polygraph that someone lays hidden in the words.
She told me: "I like you just the way you are". She should have told me, "I don't like the way you will be"
Tourists are the absent-minded inspectors of Hell.
"Tourists are souls doing penance" Adam Zagajewski
Hope is carnivorous.
Hope is a woman in broody urge who, sadly, becomes childless.
"The dead hunting and the alive, ahunted" Frank O'Hara
Death is an endless Sunday.
Many men deserve l'oubli but l'oubli deserves so many men?
I am my own scarecrow shooing away the thousand crows of my anxiety.
You searching for the exterior, and the exterior searching for you. Crisscrossed screams. The bridges burning.
I've just hit the nail that rounded off my crucifixion.
How do you intend to turn transcience into beauty if you don't know what is it as yet?
It is not about to get lost in the woods anymore but in the stars.
Falling apart piece by piece,
peace by peace
All books of poetry intend to be a clarifying footnotes of dreams.
"Surely the great use of poetry is its pleasure, not its influence
as religious or political propaganda." Sylvia Plath
The exile is born and die endlessly in a lifetime.
Impossible to unearth the gold of facts.
Fate is the mother of things.
This business of living is becoming, day by day, something quite spatial more than special.
They don't bring children to this world anymore but books.
He wrote his curriculum vitae in several heavy volumes,
and won the Booker Prize.
The world is a hankie teeming with virtual snot.
"The world seemed made of concentric circles of mockery" Susan Sontag
The present is always crammed with insurers of insecurity.
"Hey wooden boy, don't get so close to the flames", told off Pinocchio a tramp warming his hands at a bonfire.
Anyone scared of the unsteadiness of the ground has the right to believe himself an orangutan, and never to climb down from the trees.
"Are we alone in the whole universe?", asked me a tobacconist while I nibbled on a bacon sandwich.
What is the point of knowing if we are alone in the whole universe, if I don't know why I am alone in myself?
I've just decided to live off-the-grid and off-the-greed.
