Poet Video ,,Goodbay black 2.0″

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Záběry natočil P.L. Nahráno a smícháno ve Studiu Midian, tři klávesy virtuálního klavíru L.T. Video obsahuje osm zvukových stop, každá s jinou hlasitostí. Mouchy nad mršinou jsou přímo ze zvukového archivu BBC volně dostupné pro neziskové projekty. lyrics :

Goodbye black.

Lubomír Tomik

goodbye black

goodbye white

now say goodbye his dear

goodbye black

goodbye white

goodbye gray

kiss her pale breasts

goodbye black

goodbye beauty

put the coins to her eyes again

say goodbye

bow befor your loved ones

goodbye black, goodbye white

/ ze sbírky Reanimovaná irská nevěsta aneb nimrati se v majounu / 2015

Autorkou obálky je grafička Klára Sedláčková https://www.instagram.com/_ks_dsgn/

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Je to přesně verze 2.0.

Podvečerní čtení ,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou.“ Kapitola 31.

Fotografie od Mike van Schoonderwalt na Pexels.com ,,Palenque“

Čteno a nahráno ve Studiu Midian. Napsáno více jak před deseti lety, jakákoli podobnost se jmény postavami povoláními příjmeními je čistě náhodná nebo je to klasická synchronicita.

And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Chapter thirty-first

This is the road to Palenque.

The yellowish jeep driving through the muddy roads did not talk about its own misfortune, but about the continuing demise of London and its people. As soon as the last ruins were out of sight, one of us called out – Scary city! Only ghosts live in it.-
And Bobby joined – What about the houses? I’m sorry to go home, you’d say a horde of soldiers plundered the city!
-Horde of mosquitoes! The city was destroyed by malaria! ”Suzanne continued.
William with devilish fires in his eyes said-Poor people. And they can be seen as good. They look as if they have seen the dark terror of the soul… –

And what to add now? Plurima mortis Imago.-I pointed timidly. The secret locked our lips, a terrible and terrible secret. So far there has been peace.
-No-says William-I don’t know anymore.-
He looked like a cat that had just swallowed a couple of canaries.
London stayed behind.

Kissing among the thorns of huge cacti. And one of them, if you stab one of them, is it Fate?
Why doesn’t water spill out of the seas when the Earth rotates?
Tell yourself – how many times can you face a monster in real life? Real evil? Magician? Tatu Iwovi?
That night she didn’t shine the lights. It was as dark as a backpack. Something always happens on such dark nights.
The youth wrecked in numb looks, in the wrinkles around his eyes.

William began to sing at the wheel: – After Johnny drinks my rum-
and in the gearbox it creaked angrily like an iron hook scratching at another metal. The jeep swung over the pothole.
-After Johnny eats my foods-
William shifted into gear and his left waved goodbye.
-After Johnny wears my clothes-
The car now emerged from the mud of the jungle and sped off across the heat-hardened plain.
William raised his voice.
-Johnny comes back and take my wife.-
The danger seemed so far away…

-Did you have fun at sea, William?- say Bobby.
-I had fun, yes.- says William.-Fights, victory, prey, I enjoyed it very much- and when I think about it, the girls on all the coasts loved me very much. You don’t know that time can neither slow down nor speed up, just stop it ? Everywhere we go, there are three trails leading to the mountains. One of them, the undead descend into the valley, the second the magician’s drug interests flow, and the third, the third we go.
William was suddenly desperate and impersonally sincere, shining like a freshly washed azure shirt.
-Just go, child, to the jungle, to the oil fields, maybe to the seventh circle of hell,
just don’t stay here. What about the fact that men are talking roughly, they won’t need to talk in front of you. What about the fact that there are corrupt women, they will start behaving differently when you look at them.-

But Bobby swore she wouldn’t leave me and she wasn’t afraid of William.
She immediately understood the position of the referee when he whistled a penalty against the home team.
William stared out. Less than two meters in front of him, the road disappeared into the darkness.

He stoped the car.

I replaced him and we drove on.
William yawned all over his bike, took off his shirt and trousers, drew a nail on the door next to the seat, hung his clothes on it, reached out and fell asleep like a hoopoe.
Only when the jeep veered off the road to the sea and turned into the jungle did they realize what fate awaited them.
Someone said-This is the road to Palenque.-
The others understood and fell silent. The bumps of the wheels in the ruts, the shortness of the engine and the beating of the hearts echoed these words… .This is the way to Palenque… .this is the way to You.

End of chapter thirty-one.

…..podruhé dnes

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Kontroverzní středeční čtení…,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou-Kapitola 35

Fotografie od Pixabay na Pexels.com
Čteno a nahráno ve Studiu Midian. Napsáno více jak před deseti lety, jakákoli podobnost se jmény postavami povoláními příjmeními je čistě náhodná nebo je to klasická synchronicita.
Některé kapitoly jsou….přepsány, ale aby se zachoval původní význam, bylo nutné ponechat některé scény, byť jsou přestřeleny, zbytečně násilné …o to právě šlo.
Nahráno napopáté.

And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Lubomir Tomik

Chapter Thirty-Five.

Commissioner Sullivan has a feeling.
-Can I ask you for a drink, Commissioner? ”Gejk asked cheekily.
-I don’t have a thought to drink today. I have a difficult decision to make… and I should keep a clear mind. It’s a shame what’s going on here.-
-And please, what is this?
A carriage pulled past them, pulled by a tired horse, tossing its cropped tail and clicking its horseshoes over its cat’s heads.
The team disappeared into the unreal.
Gejka immediately remembered a similar case, a true event from his childhood. At that time, a little girl found a large seashell on the beach, which glistened with mother-of-pearl, and because the little girl thought it made a sound, she put it to her ear. She suddenly forgot everything. The seashell sang and sang, the little girl forgot her mother and dad, the seashell sang and sang, the little girl forgot her sister and brother, and the seashell kept singing and sang, so the little girl took her dad’s revolver and covered her head. Dad was a White Guard. The taiga was nearby.
Commissioner Sullivan pulled out a notebook and wanted to write down Gejk’s story.
Suddenly, with his mental vision, he saw tremors running on the musty, dark ground above them. Oh, his rocky eyes. Something was happening.
The feeling surrounded him on all sides.
End of chapter thirty-five.


Vložil jsem doprovodný obrázek…. nepřipomíná ta mušle náhodou ústí revolveru ? A karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci je….and its REAL.

Pořád ….

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Médeo ! Dnešek bude na hranicích…

…bolesti, cenzury, všeho…naživu jen jednou a žádné další pokusy už nemám, jeden jsem už podělal.


Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci je….

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Odyseus III.

Lubomír Tomik

Ó Médeo !
Proklej mne !

Přikaž mi rozvázat lana,
uvolnit zvíře v nás a 
tužkou si propíchnout oči,

Každým slovem !

Věřit ve vykusování rtů!
Proklej mne !
Vypusť zlo a saj,
                           vysaj ho !

Odyssey III.

Lubomír Tomik

Oh Medea !
Curse me   !

Show me to untie the ropes,
to release the animal in us and
pierce my eyes, 
with a pencil
pierce my

With every word!

Believe in biting  lips!
Curse me!
Release evil and suck,
 suck it up! 


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,,Měsíc je univerzálním principem volby, která je založená na vnitřní opravdovosti. Tomuto symbolu se také často říká karta karmy, slovo karma znamená „práce, která musí být udělána“. Každý den nás čeká rozhodnutí, zda se postavíme na stranu svého pravdivého já, a nebo za naši falešnou masku ve hře na svědomité. Každý den u této brány stojíme a rozhodujeme se, jestli opustíme staré známé světy a projdeme branou, abychom mohli objevovat světy nové.

Brána také představuje proces volby, ve kterém se rozhodujeme mezi naší opravdovostí a hranou svědomitostí. Volba má tři funkce, které nám umožňují: 1) vytvářet nové skutečnosti, 2) držet se přítomné skutečnosti nebo 3) pustit se, a tím se osvobodit od skutečností, které nám už nemají co nabídnout.

Ships occupied by musicians.

Fotografie od Johannes Plenio na Pexels.com


Lodě obsazené muzikanty.

Lubomír Tomik

všechny lodě obsazené muzikanty vypluly,
chvíli předtím
težké černé mraky,
před bouřkou

kdo vyloví všechny duše až 
u Lloydů,
rozezní se zvon ?


Ships occupied by musicians.

Lubomír Tomik

all the ships occupied by the musicians set sail,
just before
heavy black clouds
before the storm

who catches all souls up
at Lloyd's,
does the bell ring? 

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The Name In Dream.

Fotografie od Cezar na Pexels.com



Jsme u malého stolku uprostřed prázdného náměstí v Terstu, v dálce šumí příboj , říkáš mi , co se Ti zdálo a :
-Byli jsme členové nějakého superhrdinského týmu, měli jsme poradu, na stole talíř s masem, u něj cedulka -Pozor, psí !-

Najednou zvoní telefon .
Zvedneš ho.

Hrozivý, chladný hlas. -Chystám se ovládnout svět a nic proti tomu nezmůžete !-

Podíváme se na sebe , probodneš mne očima a řekneš -Kdo volá ?-

Z mikrofonu se ozve :
-Doktor ULULUM! –

Oba dva vyprskneme smíchy.
Je to to nejpitomější padoušské jméno všech dob.

-A pak jsem se probudila.-
Rozesmějeme se , je ráno a svět vůbec neskončil.




We are at a small table in the middle of an empty square in Trieste, the surf is rustling in the distance and you are telling me what you thought and:
-We were members of some superhero team, we had a meeting, a plate of meat on the table, a sign next to it -Attention, dog!

Suddenly phone ringing,
You pick him up.

Cold hard voice.

We look at each other, You pierce my eyes and say -Who’s calling? –

The handset microphone sounds:
-Doctor ULULUM! –

We both burst out laughing.
It’s the dumbest villain name of all time.

-And then I woke up.-
We laugh, it’s morning and the world isn’t over at all.



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