Wednesday, September 30, 2009

when bellucci cries

i just watched [ricordati di mi] a man, has written a book for his lover - they part, they meet after both are married - he reads her the book, in her eyes, she knows - he knows she knows - they part

مقطع من لأطارد عطارد
أعشق القمر - لأننا نستطيع رؤيته سوياً - ونحن كلٌ في همه - كلٌ وعقره - كلٌ في مكانه - أنت لست معي - أنا لست معك - نرى القمر - نراه يكبر ليصغر - نراه يولد ليموت - لا أريدك أن تموت قبل أن أموت - لست مستعداً لإختبار ما بعدك - لست في عجلة لأخلع ذاتي - لست مستعداً لأي شيء - تنفس بقربي أو بعيداً - فقط تنفس - تنفسي لي..

Monday, September 28, 2009

embrace the martian - enemies in my post happiness

can i be happy please, when you cry
because, sometimes you are, when i cry

please, can this be our little game
when you cry, when this cries
this little thing they name, i dont
name

nameless cries, taste of augmentation
our lost time
this time

our lost time
unlost

because this time, i wont lie
ill tell you - this time

that when you cry, ill make you coffee
ill make my lap, you'll put your head

ill tell you - of next time

Sunday, September 27, 2009

tom waits by david lynch


stumbled upon this [ http://www.morrisonhotelgallery.com/images/medium/13764_5_2tomwaits.jpg ] on [ http://godlikegenius1978-sungiant.blogspot.com/ ]

Friday, September 25, 2009

[fetish systems] - unpublished


[...] So, ‘what do you do?’ – deflates my polymath arena into a white ceramic cubicle, and the sounds of interrupted privacies behind paper-thick walls. ‘what I do’ becomes a consequence of rhythmic flushes – expected spontaneity. I am – now – one of everyone behind locked doors – attempted artisanal execution in secrecy – where the flush knows for a fact that what I am doing – what I do – is to surrender to, not do – to spectator consequence participating in the communal impregnation of an stagnant epidemic sewer.[...]

Thursday, September 24, 2009

beirut, where are you?

beirut loves me
i love beirut
we love each other
but

gemmayze closes at 1 on thursdays?
monot is alive because of karaokes
and behind the green door let's you in only if wearing pants, gents
i want skimpy drinks, i think its known - no? that..em,
alcohol is made to skimp - so why ban it

i guess, its also known that beirut loves me
and i love beirut
but still
it closes

it's good i have a bedroom
http://lab.colorsmagazine.com/colors-lab

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

in pursuit of pleasure

not happiness - pleasure
in pursuit of desaturation, of self - via dilution, of else
no, i cannot care less about happiness -
in pursuit of terminable lusts, temporary uphills - to stumble

humiliation, mutilation of extravagance
self
self
suffocates self

in pursuit of pleasure - not happiness
self, desaturates

in pursuit
focal is lost
must be lost
reference dust

ductility thrust
ductility
suffocates

humility
and i still, don't know how to jump
head first

teach me

ALEF*

AS YOU LOOK AT THIS







LISTEN TO THIS
http://cdn.stereogum.com/mp3/The%20Golden%20Filter%20-%20Thunderbird.mp3

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Friday, September 18, 2009

they watch football - 120cal labneh

Stay alert, because you are likely to make a remarkable acquaintance today. For months, you have kept your relationships at a distance, as if you were waiting for something or someone special to trigger a major change in your life. This is a promising day for just such an encounter. As for more prosaic matters, your frustration is likely to intensify. A date with that special new friend might be just what you need...

Im alert, but they watch football, everyone watches football.

Yesterday, my mistress was naked, a bit more than usual. Quiet, a bit more than usual. Her dresses, they tore down. My mistress, yesterday - was naked, a bit more quiet than usual.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

moka-driven piece of info


Alfonso Bialetti is the grandfather of Alberto Alessi of Alessi (the famous Italian design house).

lexo lexo loxtanil [a song]

flexys everybody
felxys like it hot
lexo lexo
lexo tanil what!

yes you want it
hypnotic sedation
lexo lexo
lexo tanil invasion!

"It does not possess any antidepressant qualities."
عفواً ؟

you dont want want it
no more
i know
me neither!

but oh, let's
flexys flexys
flexys cuz we can
abuse - abuse it
yes we can

"According to many psychiatric experts Lexotanil has a greater abuse potential than other benzodiazepines because of fast resorption and rapid onset of action."
أنا أحبه !


*genre: bad rap*

Additional information about Lexotanil

Lexotanil Indication: For the short-term treatment of insomnia, short-term treatment of anxiety or panic attacks, if a benzodiazepine is required, and the alleviation of the symptoms of alcohol- and opiate-withdrawal.
Mechanism Of Action: Lexotanil binds to the GABA receptor GABAA, causing a conformational change and increasing inhibitory effects of GABA. Other neurotransmitters are not influenced.
Drug Interactions: Not Available
Food Interactions: Not Available
Generic Name: Bromazepam
Synonyms: 7-Bromo-5-(2-pyridyl)-3H-1,4-benzodiaxepin-2(1H)-one; 7-Bromo-5-(2-pyridyl)-3H-1,4-benzodiazepin-2(1H)-one; Bromazepamum [inn-latin]
Drug Category: Benzodiazepines; Hypnotics and Sedatives
Drug Type: Small Molecule; Illicit; Approved

Monday, September 14, 2009

لأطارد عطارد

فقدت عذريتي معه، كنت في الثالثة والعشرون، يقولون أن المشهد كان غريباً - إنه كان مهتاجاً - إن كنت فيه - منتشياً.

لم أفهم سبب رجولته
لم أفهم لم اقنعوني به رجلاً
اقنعوه برجولته
لم يلد ولم يولد ولم يكن له
لم لم تلد ولم تولد ولم يكن لها؟

لم يكن رجلاً عندما كنت معه - لم يكن ذكراً - لكنه لم يلد ولم يولد - ذكر - لم اعتبر رجلاً - لم يكن ذكراً - لكنه لم يلد ولم يولد - مؤنث - فلو كان له كفواً أحد - فكنت قد فقدت عذريتي معهم - وكنت في الثالثة والعشرون

***

فقدت عذريتي، على الأقل ما بقي بتولاً من نرجس أحلامي - وأنا أنظر إلى السماء. فقدت عذريتي مع زهو قمر أحبته ليلى، ما لبث أن ركب ليلى حلماً، قمرٌ - أضحى قمرٌ رمز ليلة ليلى - بطولة أمةٍ تلعق قضيب أطلالها - سكر.

***

فقدت عذريتي، امامهم في المرآة - امامهم - أمام البؤبؤ والآخر - أمام الرمش والآخر - أمام الحاجب والآخر أمام عرقي - بين النفس والآخر - رقصات جفن آخر جفنٍ وآخر - لحب شبق لآخر - شبقة لأخرى - مضجع روحٍ لآخرة - منبع روحي - نعتوها كافرة

***


يتبع

don't cry, its not worth it

it is not worth it, first of all, habibte - it is not, because it is not. it does not have a shadow, per se, your love has no shadow, habibte - do not cry, your cries, little shades of darker places on your white skin, when you cry, these tears, are worth more - may they evaporate...for they must not touch the floor.

get away from the window, it is not safe

let me tell you of a tale, not very far away - not very long ago, once upon the latter, habibte - they all lost their shadows. they told me, once - that adam and eve, stole two apples not one - that god has one eye...defected, that eve enjoyed eating apples, and adam - counterfecal

they all lost their shadows, when demons were made, or when god was made, angel plucks of collected glue, habibte - im telling you, we love pieces of us, reflections of what we lack - in people

you are not in love with him, but his posture, it reflects you - and you look at yourself naked, you think he sees you naked, but he owns not a shadow, your nudity owns not one either - for your eyes only can see definicies in you...coffee?

i know you prefer ginger tea, but coffee - is black enough, black enough for you to see the difference between yourself, and ceramic trees..

did you, last night for...

Sunday, September 13, 2009

you are the cause of my brevity

fuck you, you do not exist. i am sorry i thought you did. it was too much of a hassle, for you - mostly for me, but for you - my brevity, dear brevity, bravery forgot the smell of my.
just made some coffee - ill diss you later

Thursday, September 10, 2009

next to this

lies my pain
next to me

lays there
next to this

of me
of you
of this
of us

because they smell
of opium
us
we smell of
unshaved legs
of makers

we smell of
human sweat
animal

we smell of skin
umbilical necklaces
shoe laces
traces

of life

my pain knows
i need it
only when
im happy
only when
i need it

it knows
my pain

precise precision
little pain

nothing

chaos
chaos little
chaos more
chaos please

pain
pain runs
my smell of
umbilical rust

of me
of you
of this
of us

animal fat
lubricant
fingers -

finger lips
bite this

animal
animal fat

my fat
you

i smell of
pain

nothing

traces
nothing but less
no more

nothing

smells of us

of pseudos
of something
close to life


Wednesday, September 9, 2009

when did we stop?

i think its not enough to pick up with the creative scene, we should pick up where we stopped

Abdallah
:
where did we stop?
me: a long long time ago
me: i think we stopped at different points in different modes of production, in music - we stopped when we stopped jumping and crying for a like of oum kolthoum - we stopped when we ddnt bow to an oudist -
when we stopped flirting in obscure poetry, when we stopped getting erections to tales of inescapable obsessions
we stopped with colored tv, we stopped with not loving crooked noses and big eyes - we stopped...when dancers became models and older women less disireable
in painting, we stopped when we thought abstract is ink blots - when realism became the depiction of kings
in sexuality, we stopped with islam - we stopped when we convinced ourselves of limits, that less is more
in science, we stopped with the invention of the pill
i stopped when i felt more comfortable to play with english
- felt uncomfortable to suckle arabic grammar -
we stopped when bentwood chairs became art objects, not seats - when we only drink jelleb in ramadan
we stopped,
we just stopped, stopped and leached





حديث شريف تحت فؤاد

ما تتأسف
بس أنا متأسف
ما فيك تتأسف
ما فيني أأمل، بس فيني أأسف
يا معين
أنا مش معين
الله معك
كل شي معقول
الله أكبر
كل شي مقلوب
الله يهديك
نزلني هون





Tuesday, September 8, 2009

digitus impudicus, mr artiste..

ARTIST

Artist is a descriptive term applied to a person who engages in an activity deemed to be an art. An artist also may be defined unofficially, as, "a person who expresses themselves through a medium". The word also is used in a qualitative sense of, a person creative in, innovative in, or adept at, an artistic practice.

Most often, the term describes those who create within a context of 'high culture', activities such as drawing, painting, sculpture, acting, dancing, writing, filmmaking, photography, and music—people who use imagination, talent, or skill to create works that may be judged to have an aesthetic value. Art historians and critics will define as artists, those who produce art within a recognized or recognizable discipline.

The term also is used to denote highly skilled people in non-"arts" activities, as well—crafts, law, medicine, alchemy, mechanics, mathematics, defense (martial arts), and architecture, for example. The designation is applied to high skill in illegal activities, such as "scam artist" (a person very adept at deceiving others, often profiting (semi-illegally) from other people) or "con artist" (a person very adept at committing fraud).

Often, discussions on the subject focus on the differences among "artist" and "technician", "entertainer" and "artisan," "fine art" and "applied art," or what constitutes art and what does not. The French word artiste (which in French, simply means "artist") has been imported into the English language where it means a performer (frequently in Music Hall or Vaudeville). Use of the word "artiste" can also be a pejorative term.[3]

The English word 'artist' has thus, a narrower range of meanings than the word 'artiste' in French.

THE FINGER

The origin of this gesture is speculative, and quite possibly thousands of years old. A popular origin is that during the Hundred Years' War, the French would cut off the middle fingers of captured English archers so they would be unable to use their bows, and that after the Battle of Agincourt, the victorious English showed the French that their middle fingers were still intact.[1] This legend is also said of the V sign.

It is identified as the digitus impudicus ("impudent finger") in Ancient Roman[2] and reference is made to using the finger in the ancient Greek comedyRoman Empire and Greco-Roman civilization. writings to insult another person. The widespread usage of the finger in many cultures is likely due to the geographical influence of the

Another possible origin of this gesture can be found in the first-century Mediterranean world, where extending the digitus impudicus was one of many methods used to divert the ever present threat of the evil eye.


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