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vaarda briiviibaa anglijaa [Oct. 19th, 2018|02:52 pm]
Reading Pepys in a park off Freedom Street
1660 Londonaa
Windows getting stoned in
The army threatening to fuck the City up
The City giving them money to get pissed up
The Restoration wind blows
old guys out of the long talking (parliament)
to die in obscurity
or dangle in the square
Ideas are the wind that bears news of the current below
Something General Monk knew
So best to be inscrutable
Meanwhile there is eating of herring and game
and singing of songs composed in Spain
and we did drink to the bottom of the cups
there being many a toast to his majesty
visceral and intellectual
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[Oct. 17th, 2018|09:13 am]
Another one bites the dust
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[Oct. 15th, 2018|04:22 pm]
Sestdien bijam gājuši nopirkt meitai jaunas futbolu apavus (jo spēlēs niderlandē LV U17 islasē). Tur, pie veikala, satiku divus pazīstamus musulmaņus (nū es viņus pazīstu), un tā dēļ es domāju, ka kaut ko ļoti būtiski esmu uzzinājis par musu Islamu.

Sākumā (un man nav laika aprakstīt to visu - vēlāk centīšos to rakstīt latviski - turklāt sakarīgi ... varbūt) es jutos ļoti aizskarts par notikošo (viņu uzvedība). Bet tagad man prieks par to, ka tas notika - jo esmu, es ceru, kļuvis zinošāks. Prieks arī, ka man bija liecinieki (sieva un meita) - jo es zinu, ka māku pārspīlēt šad tad.
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jaunumi dzimtenē [Oct. 12th, 2018|10:00 am]
Vardarbīgo noziegumu pieaugums Londonā - it īpaši ar nažiem - tagad tiek aprakstīts kā 'Public Health Emergency'.
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[Sep. 26th, 2018|10:17 pm]
Bruxelles - an ole de merde - still/tomeer
imagine the consciousness of us flittereres about as in bubbles atop shaken booze
facial expressions carved on the locals by the kids begging for their mothers
a white haired nicely hatted large man surveys the scene
makes all kinds of concessions or so it seems
and a tough younger one says sit here to his prostitute
Home counties polo shirt trumpets across the hotel lounge
deformed african plays football with fat african in the jets of steam
a phone nestles next to ear supported by just hijab
white girls busk poxily in front of the opera
Business and monopoly money
easy love and tough love
trains sigh and hormones scream
going nowhere
like this
bla bla bla.
blin blin blin
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augusts [Sep. 18th, 2018|11:34 am]
whisky mist descends on reservoir of beer
here in the belly
daughter, sixteen, dances with wife
to perestroika-era melody
a bonding song
by the Daugava
in the middle of nowhere
Scent of Past rises
with heat
Small kids roll bales of hay
Like I did in similar latitude
along time away
when further out in orbit
see down there - Je cherchez la femme
laughter and a lifetime of eternal
swaying feminine understanding
See I am observer with strings attached
or waves... or something like that
while time, beats and thougts are spent
and the bones grow wistfully heavy
in descent

and so on
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Kas notiek? [Sep. 14th, 2018|09:06 am]
http://www.westmonster.com/south-yorkshire-police-report-non-crime-hate-incidents1/

Report non-crime?

non-crime

to the Police? 

Ko viņi tad darīs?
 
A jums bija lidzīga situācija PSRS laikā?

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[Aug. 29th, 2018|05:09 pm]
Aizgājām paēst 3 viri laivā. Ēdu 'fish 'n' chips, dzēru Abbot Ale: domāju pār jaunību dzimtenē klaiskajā emigrantu stīlā.
Pēc neliela laika, sajūtu laiku portāls (sensory time portal) atvērās kad 'Don't go back to Rocksville' sāka skanēt fonā. Varēju skatīties uz sievu no pagatnes - bija ļoti jauki.
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Nezinu kāpēc man tik ļoti patik ši dziesma [Aug. 21st, 2018|04:58 pm]
Do you want to dance?

iedzēris, haotisks, slinks, perfekts

tirediem and emotionaliem protestantiem
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ārzemnieks jautā [Aug. 17th, 2018|01:14 pm]
Kur neveikls džeks var macīties dejot valsi? 

Gribu pārliecinoši un stridently uz šo
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[Aug. 9th, 2018|06:47 pm]
Seezhu briseelee, dzeru alu, kameer gaidu lidmashinu. Lasot Pound, peetiju Viktor Sasson, un uzzinaaju par Emily Hahn, un vinju guudriibu, proti

"In former times our women were divided into two main classes, or groups:

(a) Professionals (those who made a vocation of being seduced)

(b) Amateurs (those to whom the process of being seduced was a side line)."

Savukaart, es juutu, ka esmu kluvis gandriiz ruudiits - jaa - es tuvojos naakoshajaam limenim: adult male, kas speeju gandriiz aktiivi (nevis cieshami) sevi kontroleet: prieka visiem!
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[Aug. 2nd, 2018|12:00 pm]
Kur ir tādi sasoditi chemtraili, kad tie ir vajadzīgi?
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dzimtene: visions of Mordor in the Shire [Jul. 25th, 2018|12:45 pm]
Key words:



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mutterings [Jul. 23rd, 2018|03:33 pm]
Aizgājām ar sievu uz kino, lai redzētu 'Baltu Ciltis'. Larss (ārzemnieks) bija pie viena no Latvijas upes tad, kad bija saulgriežos. Bija ļoti labs apraksts (Nabas braucieniem) - long limbed and sultry, passed out in heavy hangover, old woman crying by the bonfire: vot: latvieši, vispār.
Pēc tam aizgājām iedzērt pie Aptiekas. Pēc 15 minutēm, mana sieva konstatēja, ka viņa bija vienīga sieviešu būtne: politisks nekorekts secinājums tika izdarīts. Pēc tam aizgājam ...

nav svarīgi: pleasantly drunk shadows on country pavements: saxon/danish/latvian/utt rokas rokā: crucifix shortened to represent fire starter - come on baby: light it.
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updates [Jul. 9th, 2018|04:13 pm]
Watched 'the Barbarian Invasions' after 'Decline of the American Empire'
Felt a little emotional
Felt a little foreign as wife and kids watched the climax of Song Festival
Left them to it. Went to bed and dreamt Lions were farm animals.
Later divined (used to be good at that IRL) the blood of Christ (poured out of a radio transmitter).
While working, listened to this by accident 'Are humans farmed livestock?' (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbANk-k0kWw)
Synchronous cogs whirring. Life ticks on.
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[Jun. 11th, 2018|01:34 pm]
Varbūt tas ir dēļ tā, ka esmu unģiks (tā pareizi?), bet atceros Martiņa un Kristīnes stāstu par pirmo Praidu, un ja būtu cepure, tā uzreiz būtu nost viņu priekšā. Tad bija jābūt ļoti drošsirdīgajam, lai iet un ciest visu sabiedrības sūdu un naidu (naidīgu sūdu).

A bet tagad, es īsti neredzu jēgu Praidam (nū nenoņemtu savu cepuri): man liekas, ka nav daudz vairāk nekā ekshibicionisms (maigā izpausmē) un 'virtue signalling' (FB pilns piemēram).

Varbut manā sirdī vairs nav milestības? Varbūt neesmu kaut ko sapratis? Bez šaubām esmu bieži vecs un nīgrs.
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Delicate, innit? [May. 18th, 2018|11:13 pm]
Wanted to get something off my mind, or invite something into my mind. Offer it something to drink, a bite to eat: a conversation, if you would. Treat the concept of a chat like Wyndham Lewis would (superior in a sense to books and art). It is what I have been missing, that is for sure: I know it like a - in some senses reluctant -vegetarian sniffing smoked meat in the kitchen. A chat, jebkuraa valodaa.

One thing makes you, or yr conversation partner, think of another. Like the monads of thought that drift off from yr control as you drift off to sleep, maybe, piemeeram, for the last time in a sun-spanked tram in Ilguciems [punctuation*] to wake up as female impresses her side into yours. Maybe it is the shirt I’m wearing: almost authentic cowboy purchased in Norwich circa 95: a riff on shlager sensibility, shlager sensitivity. Maybe it assisted her (tall classically womanly) generous allocation of weight. It has a call like latvieshu gravity: that and the insect bites and the gardening grazes.

We both get out at the National Opera and I see she is 4 months along at least. I lag behind as the bones need time to align in gait, and she falls over. Stumbles in stages to the asphalt, ending with both arms and knees glued to the spinning earth. She pushes herself up before I can get there to offer her my hand, but still I ask her if viss ir kartiibaa. Eh! It’s the weight, you see, kaut arii shii ir pirmo reize, kad esmu taa kritusi. And she falls in step and wants to talk, but.

No work possible in the heat after 3. Too hot to concentrate so I bale. Take an early microbus back to Baloži. Sleep hits with implacable force and relents at the last crossroads before the peedejaa pieturaa.

Hey, Kaimin! Roland, Roland, esam klaat!

She, sun browned, blond and fiftied rocks the sleeping fellow sitting behind her with her gardening-grazed hand. I recognise him straight off. I always wondered why he took public transport. Used to request his stop in rolling deep tones and confident cadence (without the pompus strut in the valoda). Guessed he’d probably been done for drink driving as on the way back in the evenings he’d sometimes been respectfully and politely smashed. Once I told him he’d forgotten his hat, to which in masculine resonance he’d thanked me profusely. Now, he looks thinner, as though he’s been ill, and he can’t be easily roused.

Roland, davai, mosties!

He rises, finally, in understanding, gives thanks in that old tone, and then looks for his bag.

Tev nebija soma, Roland.

No? Pateicos. He’s full as a ditch, and as he steps out he forgets to crouch and smashes his head on the metal door frame. We wince and the neighbour takes his arm and helps him on to the pavement, He looks around as if trying to figure out what had happened to him, but no curse words are spintered off.

All that culture. Roots. Punctuation: sapratne.

Naac , Roland, she takes him by the elbow, naac, davai, nac man liidzi.

* marks of time, peedeejais zvans, meita kleitaa
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[May. 9th, 2018|08:34 pm]
Šodien es biju pret-rasisma aktīvists publiskā telpā.

Nezinu, kā es tagad jūtos par to visu.
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Plan to talk on MES and the Occult [Apr. 30th, 2018|10:23 am]
Here is the annotated last commands:

Locus
Beware characters connected with car adverts
Real, assumed or imaginary
The vocal testament of M.E.S.
Coming from the little town of Speck Marsden
1. Cash - the eternal fork out
To keep everything normal is well beyond the capacity
All monies will try and escape thee
Beware of thy lazy right hand
This is the focal of M.E.S. locus and Xyralothep
Avoid respectable television and respectable newspapers
They have neither the talent of art
Or the instinctive snout of the media
2. Deploreth thy real god
He mutters incomprehensibly
Still on job one
With alloys
The calibrator (William Blakes wintery demiurge)
In a cave not yet invented or constructed
This is your vessel M.E.S.
From he to you
This one M.E.S. procured
Mountain's waters blocked by dormant tree
See later on this LP
6. Avoid fat aggressive men and handsome aggressive men
In conflict they disappear overnight with bad backs
7. Cod-science/cod-psychology is to be avoided
But do not make your enig-noise public
As it will bring the wrath of the drude quarters
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[Apr. 24th, 2018|04:31 pm]
There is a light that never goes out.
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