Berlin 22-25th
July 2009.07.26

”What we cannot speak about we must pass over in silence” – Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logio-Philosopicus.

Hot Coach Eurolines
To swerve of Olympic Stadium – swimming,
Yoga, Novel video recording, sunshine
HemJoymint and fuzz.

Diving board – splash,
Out and off on U2 train East!
To Spittlemarkt and naked lunch.

Good cheer, Laffta
Play on (words)
Drop jokes not bombs.

Deconstruction of off pist‘ subject matter
Syntax and form of what we
Cannot speak about, with friends

Eye contact, smiles, a mutter
Who? what? and the wrestler
Of sense.

Three became four, five, six and seven, eight!
Experienced in the life.

English was spoken and shook up
Whole societies, people and tribes in the wind
Of deep sea black smoking thermal vents.

High City Eyeline, and light pale rants
Sky, breaks in the digital weather forcast
The pintter-patter of Blackberry maps.

Heavens crunched Earshots
But no damp or gush of wet
– Sunshine on a rainy day.

Alreadymade Laptop Pissa’
Off the net felt good thought
With web buddies.

Forgetting Wittgenstein
In every breath, I want to say
I love you all, and feel honoured to be
Present. Flexible minds,
Distinguished thinkers

Friends, maybes
Even my teeth were saved by
Friends and nutrient knowledge

And the encyclone’ styles of cutting kickback
Banter. I, chasing
Wittgenstein until I look
Away towards what “is”, what maybe?

And lifted once more by a friend
A word, a description of place, time

A Long Pleasant Day
Out of time.
Korzybski in the air,
So hard to anchor.
Dillinger Rules Pool.

How many words lost?
And fielded back for another home-base run
Around of the unspeakable. Wisdom and sincerity (SINCERITAS)
Humour, (HILARITOOTH) wild trills’ and calm waves of
Maybe thread-workers.
Live interknitting. (HUMANITAS)

Free minds cast into a non electronic
Stage space,
My head between a wall
Of dutch soup beer waffle
I talked plenty and listened not nearly enough
And talked of playing and listening
All-at-once, with PLUCKING AIR

Synchonous “aha’s” “wow’s” and
Names after noons after places after traces

Tales of place and story, mine,
His, her’s, his and’
Some of their’s – Belgium, Germany, England, Netherlands

And loving perceptive feedback.
Oh jolly great Europe,
Here’s Congratulations Elffolk

Walking and talking
Sitting and drinking, smoking
Eating words over delectable food A lifting punk spirit of the street
Housing Caligraffed Everywhere

East street art, stickers, overgrown
Sidewalks of memory
Graffiti on Churches, in Chapels

Handmade Chapel Emulsion
Writing in technicoloured text
No Starbuck, KFC, Burger King in sight,
But they are close by rumour has it.

Heavenly Corporate Exstinguishing
On the street, on the Street – people and many distinguished

Happy cats and shrubbery blend street corners
The concrete with glass:
Light pink and grey, cream of mushroom soup

B is for Beer H is for Hash
V is for vegetable
E is fur’ Escher

No Skype, No Mouse, No Moustache’
No connect capatain, but SUN RA played Rings around Saturn
And (Detroit riots 67′) in the mouth.

Dillinger Rules pool
A day out of time, again.
Sitting in seat number 23.

Watching mini Norse rockers.
Time and space changed, I thought
Each 5 minutes another incredible
Piece of ‘cannot say speak’
B’ham, a joke…

Scrambles image and word, LO!
TV, movie, book (invocation of foot plot notes)

Wild cards and spilt beer served back with spin
Imaginations ping pong
Bouncing from screen to screen

Drop names not bombs
To quote or not to quote?
Literally – saying and speeching a trunk full of

Suspense, riffing on a whim – truth,
Sincere, On the edge of eternity, talk and chat,
With old friends…Sparks dart Walking up and down in the heart

Norse female rock band one night,
Rico Loops – a one man music showman the next,
Beatbox, Synth sampler multi instru’
– The Iggy Pop of Live electronica – I thought.
The A-Ha of fembot pop?

Groove music, Free world word music. Mothman pool table landing.
Shem and Shen and Iraq
A stolen wall, dodgy business for
City Space developers.

The Phone,
The loud strange
Conversations and crossed wired
Laughter, carrots, strawberries & Tea, coffee and friendlyness.
The laughter, cracking yokes.

Pushing temporary clusters of meaning
Out, up and over my head.
Temporary Clusters of meaning in the drinks
To spreek the cake-walk.
To almost pot seven from a break.

Us and them became we, maybeee’s
Most tollerant of each other
Dylan and The hero’s with a thousand

Habits, likes, dislikes and rants
All of them fielded masterfully,
Snowboarding over the Wiener Schnitzel ridges

Some Talk of NLP, Joyce and Grant Morrison
Talk of Arlen – and the many BOB’s
Had Fun everyone….

–Steve Fly.

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