Čtení pro Tebe: Kapitola čtvrtá.

And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter four. Eyes like plates.

An alien whisper from an old neighbors. There is a voice in the porches: -Two million pounds looted at noon! What is the English police doing?

In a city park on a broken bench, a young man kisses his girlfriend and whispers in her ear: – Nothing. Lords are tired of old age and sleep in meetings. Lord Chancellor too!-

-Commission, control yourself! ”Said Edward Bengt. – Have you read the newspaper yet? –

Bengt handed him the Times. On page three, an article entitled ,,Kate-Kate over Tiquina“- was printed in a prominent box, and beneath it was the testimony of several Indians who saw fishing from their boats tied up from the lake reed tototra fly at night over the Kate-Kate Strait. It was a bleeding human head without a torso. It moved a few meters above the lake, making the sound of gates creaking in public and ignoring fishermen. She flew across Little Lake toward London. Kate-Kate was something of an Indian embodiment of conscience. She persecuted bad people. It sat on the roof of the homes of the people with a crooked character, made a terrible creaking sound and embarrassed them.

Edward Bengt let out a puff of smoke and said, „It’s him.“ David Hamilton.-

The commissioner’s honeyed voice suddenly turned to a sting. -I know about it. He arrived at nine o’clock and stayed at the Hilton Hotel, but under the name of the Baroness of Kent. I remember him from the past, he used to sell daggers to rich students in the toilets… – The detective smiled contentedly and hung an umbrella on his forearm so that the parrot Jim could sit comfortably on the handle. -Returned. He returned. He must have an unfinished job … – and then he thought, „There are still so many things to see through my eyes.“ – And he had to leave. Sullivan looked at him sadly: -It’s a shame I can’t go with you. We have reports of an alien helicopter constantly violating our and the Soviet border. -At that moment, the phone rang.

Mr. Marek called: -Everything’s going right, Edward. The black god Akwakvasongo lives in the deep rainforest on the banks of the Congo River, he has lived there since time immemorial, he knows the language of water and the language of grass, the language of trees, the language of tigers, the language of snakes and the language of birds. He also knows the language of the people. But he knows this the least, because people were born last, but it doesn’t matter at all, he’s still a great informant!-

  • -What happened? – Bengt said impatiently.
  • -A Havana cigar cigarette case and a plaid bagpipe skirt were found on the banks of the Congo. We can’t lose a minute! – Mr. Marek finished and hung up. Bengt looked at the commissioner. -You’ll be satisfied.-He grinned. -You’ll be happy with my job.- And he’s gone.

Bengt stopped just outside the commissioner’s door. He looked around carefully to see if he was being watched, then whistled softly. From the gloom of the stairs came a hoarse: -Be calm. I know the names of the members of the court. They will be instructed.-

The water, which no one has observed, has boiled so far.

The city lies on an elevated hill and is surrounded by tropical vegetation. It opens into a bay called Bombertoka. The river Thames flows into its black waters. The beaches are beautiful and golden and the sun, the sun burns us. A little further on, the hills begin and a high plateau of the Central Coast stretches on the horizon. Behind it is a bush and a forest, a freshly cut path, and military strongholds appear on it from time to time. The heat is getting more and more unbearable.

Meanwhile, the mad genius William Seward Burroughs sits in his garden apartment, his hair bristled typing the following words: motel motel motel loneliness sighs over that solid land like fog over the still oil waters of the tidal rivers David Hamilton is in London.

And he did a miracle! Get up and go!

Did Whitman scare the kids in London as he walked down the open street?

End of the fourth chapter.

Tužka ,L.T.


Karta na publikaci další části střihové novely v níž nic není nemožné a všechno je čistě náhodné, jakékoli podobnosti ,jména, místa je…. ,,Solve et Coagula“

Crowley - 14 - umeni

Čteno ve Studiu Midian.

Pátou kapitolu ,, Co napsala krásná dvorní dáma ?“ bude číst D.O.

Je mi skutečně ctí s Ní spolupracovat.

Zítra !

22.4.2022 vyšlo album SPECKMANN PROJECT II. ,,Fiends of emptiness“….


1. Absolute Power
2. Indifferent
3. A Sick Carnival
4. Destroy The Weak
5. The Stall
6. The Corporate Twisted Control
7. Fiends Of Emptiness
8. The Victims In Silence They Lay
9. The So-Called Tyrants
10. A Diabolical Sense Of Proportions
11. Canceled
12. Then The Calm Before The Storm
13. Through Darkness


Paul Speckmann – vocals
Rogga Johansson – guitars, bass
Kjetil Lynghaug – lead guitars
Jon Rudin – drums

Crowley - 19 - slunce



Chystá se docela zajímavé oznámení o datu vydání cd, klasická synchronicita.
Kontroluji účet na YouTube a najednou…koukám na …

Účet byl založen 2010, do roku 2019 se na něm nic nedělo a skutečně si začal žít svým vlastním životem až půl roku po mé skoro smrti….do té doby ho navštívilo jen pár desítek lidí…a najednou….pink.

Právě teď je to 10.105 shlédnutí .

Kdo by si pomyslel.

Díky Vám.

Jiné Poet Video ,,Všechny vuně světa“

D.O. říká v Opavě ,,Adios“ ..ze sbírky ,,Večeře u Minského “ /2016/ Nahráno na jaře 2021 ve Studiu Shaark, Bzenec, http://www.shaark.cz/

All the SCENTS of the world.

Lubomir Tomik

 The headline in the news :
 -All the SfENTS of the world-  ...

 You can imagine the SFENT as beautiful fairies,
 on a meadow in the middle of a dense
 coniferous forest,

 in the moonlight they runs there
  jump from 
 it looks,

 that they are nice .....bitches 

- Ha! And Gotcha!-


Karta Crowleyho Tarotu  na publikaci  rozverné taškařice je...

Crowley - 7 - valecny vuz

Only Our Reward

Fotografie od Janson K. na Pexels.com


Jediná odměna.

Lubomír Tomik

jediná naše odměna jsou  střípky chvil,

při nichž všechno zmizí

napojíme se na nějaký zdroj uvnitř venku

ztratíme se,
vy víte,

je to jako ponor do Mariánského příkopu

a na dně,
je další dno,
pod ním 
je jen úžas,

beze jména,
hraje to všema barvami,
září světlem,

když se vynoříte,
nic není nemožné,
všechno je dovoleno,
všechno je možné

jak tomu říkat,
ztroskotání na útesech radosti ?

The only reward.

Lubomír Tomik

the only our rewards are those shards of time

in which everything disappears,

we'll connect to some source inside outside

we get lost
you know,

it's like a dive into the Marian moat

and at the bottom,
is the next bottom,
under him
it's just amazed

it plays with all colors,
shines with light,

when you emerge,
nothing is impossible,
everything is allowed
everything is possible

how to call it,
shipwreck on the cliffs of joy?

Na počátku přece bylo ,,SLOVO". 
Crowley - trojka disku

Dopis, který nebyl odeslán.

On a sentence by Allan Ginsberg.


Lubomír Tomik


Death is a letter I received and opened,

but he never found out

what was the message


crumpled and thrown in the trash,

a car with men on the footrests took him to the dump

and waiting to be covered by soil,

how convenient.


Na větu Allana Ginsberga.


Lubomír Tomik


Smrt je dopis který jsem dostal a otevřel,

nikdy se ale nedozvěděl,

jaká byla zpráva,

zmačkán a vhozen do smetí,

auto s muži na stupačkách jej odvezlo na skládku

a čeká na zahrnutí zeminou,

jak příhodné.


Nejdřív jsem si uvědomil kde jsem udělal chybu, ve jménu Allan se píší dvě L, takže když jsem psal Alanu Moorovi, napsal jsem ,,Allan“…asi si musel myslet , že jsem šílený.


A karta na publikaci zcela nečekaných slov, původně tady měla být krásná, tajemná a romantická báseň pro někoho koho jsem dříve znal,…. najednou slova která krutě řízla…protože karta je ,,Krutost“

Crowley - devitka mecu