Tuesday, July 10, 2007


As of now, I can't seem to title this post, but as I'm still traveling, it's still travel dialogues (2). Just some thoughts, really about nothing in particular. I wish I could write an allegory allegorizing the act of writing the allegory. Maybe eventually. A clever reader could probably read every text as such a process, but to what end? Anyway, I'm in Berlin, and it is quite a city. An element of schizophrenia (damn German spell checker), walking through the holocaust memorial and playing hide and seek between those huge concrete blocks, all towering right angles in contrast with a heaving ground; like the social mind of national socialism, or any collective tryanny, perhaps capitalism too. We ought erect a monument to capitalism's forgotten victims, except we don't really ackowledge their existence outside of an abberation. Oh sure, we're all well aware, but helpless, being also the victims ourselves; some sort of well fed and happy sacrifice, trained in right angles, to contrast with the twisted and suffering sacrifice upon which we are built. But I'm going to far, the sickness demands I remain indifferent, unsure, and again cliche, who I am anyway.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

black myst upon the nothing i stand. Something else reflects light with nothing in mind. Body i fuck, and fuck i do for nothing. Somewhere coffee was to be drank with caffine of know how something. you think your something while i know i'm nothing.



ULTRA DISS..

word life

get lit in berlin for me........

brendan bowers

Mazur said...

The gang's all here...

Careful buddy, you're verging dangerously close to coherancy.

radialrelish said...

who? me?