Měsíc: Únor 2021
Let’s taste it. Ochutnáme to.
Let's taste it. /For You / Lubomír Tomik the old seasons are disappearing rusty gears of time bends in the wind it wasn't yesterday not tomorrow the old seasons are disappearing I'll wrap you in a shroud from faded rose petals I sewed them together pieces of intestines a bone of ribs not tomorrow not yesterday one heartbeat the old seasons are disappearing. You.
A teď je ten pravý čas na …..Hotel for insects.
Kvůli použití zvukových efektů prosím doporučuji poslech ve sluchátkách. Due to the use of sound effects, I recommend listening in headphones. A zavřít oči, prosím, vážně…díky and close your eyes,seriously, thanks.
Hotel for insects.
Lubomír Tomik
I cut sawdust boards all over the ground,
making at the hotel for insects,
nailing nails avoided thumb injuries,
blood splashed only kimono
the back wall was covered with canvas
used reeds bamboo drilled wood pie
bag of pine cones all at the hotel for insects
I sipped from steaming tea with honey and plum brandy,
it's hardly spring I thought- What the hell am I attracting to a beetle?-
Colorado beetle of the setting sun? Meadow horse sadness ?
I just smiled.
Drobné náhody.
Miluji ty drobné náhody..kdy zapadnou události do sebe…dám si na své stránky odkaz na song Hurt….od NIN Hurt. – Midian Poet pak večer na otázku Floor Jansen ,,Jaký by měla nazpívat cover“ na její Youtube kanál jí píši : ,,Hurt from Trent Reznor, please,Floor.“ …jdu si TEĎ udělat kávu…puštěný ROCK MAX …jaký song tam asi hraje….,že by ,,Hurt“? Yes.
To ovšem není nic proti ,,Situaci kolem Seiferta“ Píši si z někým z místa ,kde je Seifert pohřben, náhodně to zjistím, smějeme se, že až někdy pojedu na kávu, zastavím se tam. O několik dní později jsem u přítele, knížka od Seiferta na stole. Včera večer jsou u nás na chvíli na návštěvě známí , manželé…znovu padne náhodně jméno Seifert, ne z mé strany. Už se jen usmívám….a v následující větě od přítele jsou slova…,,,,vykládání karet“ už jen ukáži prstem, protože POD stolem, zcela mimo výhled dotyčného leží náhodně kniha o vykládání Tarotu podle Crowleyho….nevyhledávám tyhle události, přicházejí sami,dějí se, jako když si před návštěvou studia vytáhnu poprvé ze 78 karet Crowleyho tarot – Malá arkána – Dvojka pohárů (probud.se) a Ty jsi se mnou…stále a jen pro Tebe :
Pro vládu naší země mám jen jediný vzkaz: They rejoice for a century.
They rejoice for a century. Lubomír Tomik they rejoice for centuries as if it was over and they did not have to fill baths full of water they rejoice for centuries as if it was over they rejoice for centuries and rot just as long and they then put hands in the carcass of themselves palms full of rotting flesh they will not stop feeding. they rejoice for centuries.
Znovu a znovu mi berou všechno. Všeho do času.
Poslední cesta mezi okresy ,než vláda zakáže cestování .
Vedla i k Tovačov (zámek) – Wikipedie (wikipedia.org)
Spanilá věž.
I stepped on the dried bird’s skeleton. Pro Tebe, má lásko.Ze srdce.
Kvůli použití zvukových efektů prosím doporučuji poslech ve sluchátkách. Due to the use of sound effects, I recommend listening in headphones. A zavřít oči, prosím, vážně…díky and close your eyes,seriously, thanks.
I stepped on the dried bird’s skeleton,
Lubomír Tomik,
and the tiny chest cracked,
I limped
someone put a bottle in my trail.
she pounded me with dolphin skin,
THE MAGIC beauty of His being,
someone asked:- A shot?-
answer: -Tomorrow, or in eleven days.-
It started to rain, the car chuckled uncertainly
water splashed out of the exhaust,
then he rode in the rain, in the distance over the mountains
it flashed,
he drove and thought of the man,
who burned his poems in the boiler room of the steamer Orizaba,
rolling black smoke
covered the sea
long
mourning
ribbon.
Queue in the supermarket. Fronta v supermarketu.
Queue in the supermarket. Lubomír Tomik the beauty stood there thinking about the people in line in front of her there stood a guy thinking about the people in line in front of him I was standing there I remembered a beauty and a guy telling me what they were doing in line at the supermarket I remembered it and thought about the people in line in front of me On the twentieth day of March, thirteen hundred and forty-five, it looked like a sale of plague bacteria. Good buy, man.
Zvuk zachycený při procházce městem.
Sound captured while walking through the city.
Sound captured while walking through the city. Lubomír Tomik Sound captured while walking through the city it was like an echo of a shot, during the uprising. The heart rose, tore through the chests of all involved, there was no one to hug anymore there was nowhere to write for mercy. Our hearts are mostly nice bitches, she thought, that beauty.
The saddest poem of all.
The saddest poem of all. Lubomir Tomik Cute druids fall from the trees, when swans take off above the river they flutter their wings. Butts sing in the quiet bays of adolescence, ejaculation on wooden piers and moaning in the tents, the humidity of the saturday nights, the taste of the mouth alternating in the evening, I stood with a bottle of wine in front of the stage, the band was terrible and someone grabbed my shoulder, I turned , She suddenly kissing me, in the hall I had in my hand Her tongue and breast in mouth, outside we leaned against a tree, she took off my pants and said after a week: - So, we will continue ? - I can't remember Her face.
