Do not throw anything yet, Albrecht;
It is dangerous as well to lean out!
Customs examination of luggage:
Important notice. In winter, steam
Macht (Thomas Mann) mobil. Also …
Kinder unter 15 fahren gratis. You
Have no claims on the blue-green
River waters flowing backwards to
Trento. This is our Tiepolo. See
Gerhard Richter (19-3 to13-12-2005)
Run. Informazioni per il Viaggio:
“The most brilliant SF mind on any
Planet”. (Rolling Stone). Read more
Penguins online. With an introduction
By Venezia, S. Lucia. Penalties for
Improper use. Plus Blake Morris on
The lost art of editing. One Saturday
Poem by David … “the art of hint”. (5)
Tag: Abendland (page 4 of 12)
come one come all! to work
in our factories! for in all of
craptasticaô we do have
millions! funnels & chimneys!
plasticine assemblies! shift
work! free health care! & twice
yearly holidays! (see brochure!)
we specialise in wares bound
for two dollar shops or anywhere
the crazy bargain prevails & you
are an important cog in this
wheel of fortunate gadgets &
gizmos! artificial scents & tea-
towels! – industrial strength
citizens! will consume all you
produce! & you in turn will
also consume other crap! such
as small plastic objects also
wrapped in plastic! fine layers
of craptsticaô will one day
be discovered in bedrock! landfill
perfumes! watches designed never
to work! as selling agents you
will be sent on junkets to your
homelands! we will provide all the
blank cheques you need! no dull
stares now! impermeable surfaces!
on impeccable whiteboards plan
massive advertising campaigns!
one day! you will emigrate here!
& all of this will! be! yours!
we pigeons never need to travel
after all we’ve got it made –
an infinite pile of food to eat
& tourists galore to feed it to us
do not feed the tourists for our
appetites depend on theirs – & once
the feeding stops we know that that
way leads to oblivion … or worse
to fights amongst ourselves & that
predictable (horrible) cannibalism
waiters waitresses chefs & cooks
discourage your diners from eating
here – for once they spend their
money there is little left to buy
us seed – we flood piazzas like
the bubonic plague & fill the air
like swarms of bees – we’d crack
our brethrens’ eggs if that was
all that we had left to eat – we’d
rip the feathers from each other
eat our own shit our brains & our
lungs – & then gorge ourselves on
our own diseases until every street
had been eaten clean – so do not
feed the tourists for we like our
humans fresh (not to mention lean
so this devil masks the smell of
his portuguese hash with the mull
of a gauloises cigarette while he
walks along talking of cona (the
slovenian word for zone which in
his native tongue means cunt if
you pronounce it right (& that i
observe must be why they say it
differently here at which he just
chuckles as he knows he must –
having already said the word pussy
in english & having thus exposed
himself to me in some way I can’t
really comprehend. What follows
is a frightening conversation r.e.
the sexual & racial preferences
of eastern european women (to
which even a bloke from cornwall
contributes admitting that these
slovenian women do me right over
& then the aussie girl chimes in
about how (well -) everyone from
denmark is just beautiful (before
the woman from the hostel tells
us all to shut the fuck up go back
inside & retire to our separate beds
1.
the boy reading on the road at the railway station & the boy sneering at him, having hidden his copy of the same book in his travelling bag (both of them heading home).
2.
they have just met, this couple with their hands all over each other – they mistake freedom for the right to paw & moon in public, here by the fountain, where everyone else pretends not to look (disapproving).
3.
nuclear families in ideal mode, the boy’s face lighting up when he discovers he may order fanta at the cafe; while the little girl takes her cue from her mother who, like father, looks at her watch (then the map).
4. these two highly experienced backpackers only dream of having seen it all, of never having to find the train station ever again but they know the world is still a big place and bow to the task (together).
5. the girls pretend to be lesbians in order to avoid unwanted attentions, then split up so as to double their chances later on; who can blame them? after all, it’s summer (& they’re both lonely).
6.
he is not long for this world but he gamely trudges up the steps to a tower where, he knows, the view is exactly the same as it was in the last town (his lover holds his palsied hand).
7.
i am afraid that these two may well be americans – they seem too willing to talk to anyone & if they could only listen maybe they would understand this world’s rejection (of their tireless advances).
8.
deep within the earth there is a place where she will feel at home but for now she contents herself with walking along a cobbled street (eyes downcast).
9.
arrogant, unhappy, unfulfilled & redundant male drags beaten, submissive, tired & pathological woman through the streets of her home town (bewildering them both).
10.
father & son travel on the train; as the miles pass the son becomes more & more restless until his father hits him across the face (the process begins again).
11.
do not judge us by our accents or our clothes but by the manner in which we leave (never to return).
12.
the locals (the dead).