Category: Germany

  • BJ is for BERLING JAM

    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!
    BorskyChristyChrisFuzzTonsMacaBogusFly
    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
    Moment.

    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
    music.

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

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

    And loving perceptive feedback.
    differences
    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
    Bicycles.

    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
    Humanitas!

    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
    Faces.

    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.