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"The whole session, the video the dance rehearsal and even the final draft of the completed part was there on the telly. Someone hacked all the phones and got the whole show for free. They showed it on the telly. My god:my God!"
The Director
Nouns name people, places, or things, whereas adverbs modify verbs, adjectives, or other adverbs, usually describing how, when, or where an action
Yes, adverbs and nouns are fundamentally different in Spanish, primarily in that nouns have gender and number (el libro, los libros) while adverbs are invariable—they never change form!
In the capital of Norway, Oslo, lies a public park called Frognerparken. In the park lies the Vigeland installation. It features 212 bronze and granite statues. One of the statues is called «the angry young boy» or «Sinnataggen» in Norwegian.
This is his story
It was a cold summer night; rain pouring down
A night, a long time ago, in Frognerparken
I was wearing a warm jacket
A young woman was walking behind me
A young woman was walking, far, behind me
I didn’t know where she had been
I didn’t know where she was going
I didn’t know where she wanted to go
I knew where I wanted her to go
I let her close the distance
She might have been most attracted to the jacket
The jacket I let her walk into
It was a cold summer night; rain pouring down
There were two of us; thinking; why not?
She followed me home
She stayed the weekend
I remember the second night
We talked about the angry boy.
Intermission talk; in bed
We weren’t angry; in bed
I remember that we talked about the angry boy
I remembered that today
Cancer. Life and death.
Surgery and radiotherapy.
I feel angry
I feel afraid
I wanna hit the walls
Hit them hard!
Knocking on heavens door
The angry boy asks; does it help?
No!
Answers the angry boy; inside me
No!
No!
Behold the coming of the infidel
with his tanks and brigades in battledress,
where once barbarians on horseback fell
new destroyers hide new sin unconfessed.
Now Serb boots march where invaders have trod
on Muslim Srebrenica in blood thirst,
but where, O tell, is their merciful God
when the lords of genocide do their worst?
Will mortar shells discern installation
from infant flesh in the stone cobbled street?
Might enemy siege end in salvation
where ancient homeland and battlefield meet?
Or will more die in the cold snow and mud
when raised are partisan flags stained in blood?
Written: April 1993
My friend used to work for a TV rental company,
installing TV's was a 'soft' occupation easily,
during the course of his work, he would meet ladies,
the bored housewife fraternity were all really his.
Good looking, easy sighs, with those bedroom brown eyes,
some people should not be allowed to have such a prize,
he was, and collected the bonuses all along the way,
adjusted the business tie and was the main man in the play.
He said: 'It's easy, why don't you go along and take my tie,'
I thought that I'm not good looking like him, handsome guy,
but why not - it would be a laugh like Ranganathun,
I'd just need to learn a little about TV installation.
The day came, went on my rounds but walked on by,
unfortunately, because all the neighbours were waiting for me,
Note: Ranganathan is an Asian British TV comedy star.
Tune perdendosi purple evening ebbs decipher
Out blotted skies swaddle boats’ cosy slumber
Burst fish femme fins, her brave roe survivors
Immense installation certifies cosmic number
Koi silk sway exhales eggs painless, float lazy
Overlapping orange spheres, sunshine daisies
Tadpole transforms, one prince among spume
Ad interim mermaid melody, in dusk dissolves
Injection unguent jelly, elusive musical neume
Lavender everlasting, ripe ova reptilian evolve
10th February
Mermaid Quite Contrary
Ghost Light
The palace used oil lamps for centuries
It came time to make a change
Electricity installation and wiring began
One thousand light bulbs were delivered
One hundred fifty watts should light things up
Each light was sealed within its box
No way could they get out on their own
The small boxes holding bulbs began to rise
Broke open the crate that housed them
Floated down the hallways of the castle by themselves
Then began to light up on their own
No electricity aided in this process
As wire installation had only just begun
The bulbs in all their mystery flew free
From the boxes that restrained them
Hovering along the corridors at night they roamed
Lit up brilliantly expanding but only for a moment
Before exploding, glass fragments, filaments flying
Cascading in the air in one big storm and burst of life and light
Before falling to the floor in one strange ghost like mist
A green dim glow of mystery, mess and chaos
The owners of the palace did not say a word
Did not venture the smallest guess or inquiry
Being dignified, regal and obviously, intelligent in front of friends
The palace went back to using oil lamps
In Saudi Arabia they say…. Oil is man’s best friend….. Oil is the best
Written: November 06, 2023
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A swarm of herring gulls amassed
Nexus Nautilus nabbed by zealous winds,
whitening the black soil
we hold spears in our hands.
blood-stained thorns on the side
sullen squawks a skirmishing sporophyte,
dubious, grayish rumors must be buried
drave in a drizzle, drape to deities.
Installation of sentry fences
Sisyphean stones
anchor down using seal and string
flaws in the swings used by blacksmiths
Unborn burning bullion bludgeon
Savage sunless swords embryonic
Edgeless, with no reflections.
Each peak over the Edenic Steppes is sprayed,
using torn paper candles as bait
climbing scaffolds with lumber rungs
pounding of leather-heavy boots
darkened, grimacing features
Flocks failing feathers or flight.
Our hold slips on windswept
Windswept updrafts carry us away
as offspring of the royal family.
So, you think that it’s your fence, you think it belongs to you? You can paint it at your whim whatever colour you choose?
But who actually paid for the installation of the timber and concrete posts?
We don’t remember seeing you as the bill was settled with the hosts!
So you think that using rusty nails will stop the cats of the neighbourhood finding a way in? You sure underestimate the wileyness of the average feline who still leave a little ‘parcel’ on your bin!
The volume control disappears after the eighth of ninth gin! You don’t really see what all the neighbours see and hear the profanities of your drunken din!
So you can’t hold a conversation without the next street hearing every word? Do you think that sound travels slower the louder that it’s heard?
You show no respect for anyone living around your house. Don’t expect the doors to open because you’re frightened of a mouse. Don’t expect back breaking sympathy when two feet of snow sit at your door. You reflect your hate on everything when the third of fourth wine bottle has been poured.
What grows healthy next
for PositivEnergy Democracy,
dearest,
in your humble
not so LeftBrain dominant
NegativEnergy Supremacy
opinion?
EcoSchools for secularLeft-sacredRight education
teaching and listening
to non-violent communication
restoring healthy climates
empowering slow-grow transportation
systems going from WinLose
toward WinWin.
That sounds too active ego/eco-conscious discerning
perennial organic design
than I've known cooperatively-owned action,
implementation,
installation,
incarnation
then cumulative evaluation
and re-seeding co-investments
in further dawning spring
of health re-incarnations.
We'll love more closely EcoVillaged communities
creating co-housing neighborhood spaces
seasonally healthing ZeroZones
for redundant WinWin organic implementations,
experimentally renewable installations,
cooperatively resonant systemization,
resilient creolization.
At risk
of appearing too LeftBrain deductively ordering
and monoculturally neat and trimmed,
precisely demanding and tediously grim
and retributively commanding,
I do like you better flexibly complex
yet restoringly accessible
more than merely chaotically comprehensive.
And I appreciate
your post-millennial
smart 2020 ReVisioning Revolution
for Left-Right CoTherapeutic Justice
and global Work That ReConnects Peace,
my romantic honey pot.
More of a ZeroZone spot
really,
dear,
just a bit more
toward my YinSquared and Cubed
Centering Network.
Right with Left there?
Inside your WinWin echoing
sacred ecological
Yang BigBang binomial
bilateral
bicameral 2020 balancing revision?
Honey spot
needs to stop talking now
and I'm actively hoping you will talk less
and mentor more cooperatively
as swell
Western WinLose Work
and Eastern WinWin Play that Reconnects
Yang Ego-health
against pathology
and for Eco-wealth
Prime ZeroZone Relationship.
What's next
for Yang-Yin
Left-Right
PositivEnergy DiPolar Democracy
dear,
in your humble
not so LeftBrain dominant
Gaian ZeroZone Hypothesis?
2024.5.24 at 16:43:00
You installed Conversation Apps, Gjim.
"Have you read my previous message yet? One way trafficker."
The user name was "S... & L......".
test. shonky shifty dodgy bloody crappy ty shonky.
heeeeheeee x2
blah blah blah blah blah blah
2024.5.27@10:25:00
Good morning Luckier
24.5.27@12:41:00
Invaded?? i went past and saw the police van this morning. I was a bit worried that something might have happened.
why are you so serious? I don't know if I can change the way I talk with friends. Sorry.
It is too big a change.
nobody complains but you
words exist in context, and the context is I don't have any intention to hurt you
i was working on my video and censored the F word. I think you should be proud of me. Hah.
Yes, BB, I remember you did say you considered me as your friend.
This was another confirmation but very subtle.
I was too harsh on you because I wanted you to be a perfect gentleman.
I supposed, nobody is perfect.
Near enoght is good enough.
I should not mind little thing like that.
It was too late now,
We aparted for more than 7 months.
It seemed like it was only yesterday.
I am sure, you have long forgotten me.
I am sure, I will soon forget you too.
Not because I want to
But it was "Out of sight, out of mind"