A kind of a "dangerous supplement", marked, scarred on a body, post-orgasmically, always, already in anticipation of (a) crisis OR for a desert avec 'agape'. Mindb(l)ogg(l)ing Noise. "Avalanche, would you share my last pursuit?" (Baudelaire)

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

(i) a.m. in ireland

ena prwi, arxes tou avgoustou, exipnisa jai ivra to Doublino eksw pou to parathiro mou. Lion pio katw, sti platia, eshei enan agalma pou onomazete Prick on a Stick. Poios allos? O Joyce me to pastouni tou. (Joyce = Max???) Telos panton, nai eftasa sti xwra tou Joyce, tou Shaw, tou Yeats, tou Guinness jai tou Baileys, tou Beckett jai twn U2, tis Sinead jai tis alithinis IRA. Twra eimai Sligo, epia jai ida ton Yeats, Horseman pass by, katw pou to Ben Bulben, sto radio en o Heaney jai thkiavazi enan poiima tou, trww patates jai pinw tsai, thkiavazw poiimata, sizitw yia poiimata, pinw pints, and that, my friends, is all. I am in a place of idealic mental masturbation. And that (mr. dem) is sometimes all you need (contrary to the song, DA-da-dararaaa).

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