čtení ve 20.00. 15.2.2022.

A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou. Kapitola dvacet . Část druhá.

And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Chapter twenty. Part three.

The girl woke up all night in the bushes in the dark agony. They were looking for her, no doubt about it. She eagerly drank the icy voices brought to her by the wind and walked along the road. Her face had the charm of the moon, pensive craters of eyes filled with love for Allen, she could think of nothing but him, Allen, oh God, Allen, she couldn’t kick him out of her mind as she became in love, wherever she looked everything reminded her of him. Gorgeous white neck, and then, everything else, who wouldn’t want to be a woman? -You thought. Her heart was beating so violently, so violently, so violently, she put her hand on him and felt him, her heart beating, put her hand in and suddenly you feel alive — she told herself — but she knew how it would end.

His hot, hot lips.

She knew she would never see Allen again. It was still despair here. Allen yesterday in the woods. She will return from the darkness, grow into a man and be with her, he will be with her until her head is spinning. Like I’m spinning now.
A gray dawn full of harsh voices crept around. They were looking for her. She saw a figure named Freedom disappear into the trees.
And the birds roared.
When they caught up with her, they knocked her to the ground and then the three of them rushed at her. Fainted.
The treacherous moon cast their shadows across the forest. The girl’s throat screams. The sound of her wounded heart sounded like Death was gnashing its teeth.
She didn’t know how long it took. When she opened her eyes, she was somewhere else and all three were dead. Their bodies lay torn around.

Transylvania 1895.

I stood over her and smiled. There was nothing else to do. The leaves rustled, the forest roared in silence, the divers down by the river made such disgusting sounds that for a moment I thought I had mistaken the coordinates of space-time. I took her with me. Here, she will like it here. The moon rose over the jagged rock, illuminated the contours of the ruins, and she looked at me.
I snapped my fingers in front of her eyes and disappeared into another story.

Then, as I pondered aboard the starhisp Surf, what might stop me, I realized that one thing would be there.


The thought of being trapped in a story, in a book consumed by fire, frightened me so much that I left everything, set the dispenser to two tablets, poured Dead Sea salt into the tub, opened the tap, and disappeared in the clouds of steam.

Can I survive this?
Can we all survive?

Certainly not.

End of the twentieth chapter.

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Poet Video z vyhlášené restaurace ,,O Místě II.“

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O místě II.

Lubomír Tomik

s Ní sním o místě
kde se dobře najíme,

na jídelním lístku
Adamovo žebro,
Mohamedova pupeční šňůra


About the place II.

Lubomír Tomik

I dream of a place with her
where we eat well

on the menu
Adam’s rib,
Muhammad’s umbilical cord


ze sbírky ,,Noční stěhováci “ /2019/

Fotky obálky z japonského lesa Aokogihara.

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

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,,…žena s tělem barvy noční oblohy

A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou. Kapitola dvacet . Část druhá.

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And i held astronaut Peters by hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter 20 . Part 2

How did it happen that people started talking about the Captain again?
The entrance to the underground was hidden behind the skeleton of a cumbersome concrete structure resembling a dinosaur skeleton. At the same time, none of them knew where this would lead.
The only crack in the world already covered with a veil shakes the ground and the concrete is crumbling.
In a few minutes the voice of a real parrot.
-Please clarify! So is there an apparatus for accepting ideas, or not?
-How do I know? -The salesman answers.-We don’t talk, do we? You can broadcast picture and sound yourself! –
-Yes sir…-
Are you broadcasting?
-Why not?-
-I don’t have such an order! –

Every whirlwind is foreshadowed by a rumble, it’s like when Sarah sits in a jeep and heads for the mountains, a dirty Mexican pumper stares into the distance, the sky retracts….
He was already in a fever.
Only girls can bear the blinding mixture of the glow of knowledge and the sun.

There is a voice, torn and squeaky, that sounds like a big chunk of the spring sky.
-And he’ll take us far if we’re not careful. It is a problem that casts our doubts about the very structure of our society. Are we barbarians? The nanny once kissed my tongue. That was fame! –
-But for God’s sake, my dear, it’s just as much of a fantasy as our thoughts.
… I understood him.
He and a friend stare at the goddess’s ass.
Then they smile apologetically in the still air and the sun reaches them without connection.
The salesman fires three revolver revolver at the red sky and refuses to debate with the parrot.
The world is morning cold, we don’t know the day or the clock.

He stopped and waited for wailing and cattle. And when he saw the two brethren, he trembled. They were together and they wanted her. They wanted to. When someone sees something, someone, in front of them, every day, minute, second, and yet they can’t have it – how can it end? Not good.
Sweet rays emanating from the hut echoed through the moans. The overcast and gloomy spring light silvered the edges of the hazel fence.
The rickety gates receded and three men came out, covered in elephant skeletons. They set out on a journey.

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,,Velekněz“ je karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci části střihové novely ,v odpoledni kdy se všechno nečekaně zkomplikovalo, zdravotně a vůbec všelijak.

Přesto..podvečerní čtení…před tím, co se chystá tento týden je….vlastně záchrana.


Čteno nakonec opět ve Studiu Midian, zvukové efekty, opět Big Ben, je to druhá část, tedy bije dvakrát a ruchy na Markets: London Street Market, 1976 – Market: London street market, 1976.

Učiněná cesta časem.

Čtení v chladném ranním únoru ,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou“ Kapitola dvacet. část I.

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And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter Twenty.

No no. I ask, You say.

And still, London was sometimes unspeakably boring, without vibration, so I walked a mile along the beach and time ran, the captain calculated the course while I watched the sick dancing octopuses and the thorns or their shadows moved through space and time, and as I wandered, I found myself on marketplace and who I won’t see?
The two potters, old and gray, and Mustafa Hamid reveler — Life is mysterious and strange and kind of hilarious — and he raises the brandy bottle to his mouth, where he took it, and pulls out one, two, three curls, and a fire explodes in his throat. and then, when she puts the bottle down, she swallows gourmet.
Nazim Kemal wrinkles his face until it looks like a moon cut by cane machetes and speaks-There, in the light of the phosphorescent solutions ale -but William is not here, and I leave and the marketplace disappears behind me, I hear Mustafa’s drunken singing, rushing to the rooftops of London.
And anyway, the Captain was sometimes unspeakably boring and beautiful. I think of his calves and his leaky sock, not the green one on his right leg, I think the white one of his dreams.
No no, I ask and you say. I say and You ask.

I throw lightning.
The word that covers thousands of Overlook windows and black skeletons in steep mountains and dreams, if it comes to it, will always disappear. They rise from the dust of the sunny rooms of our lives, each leaving for their end of a rainbow that arches.
I throw lightning. I say.
I say. Where’s Don Hamilton Balosa’s ship?
Then I don’t anymore.

I say.
Then I don’t anymore.
I you.

End of part I.

Sound :

London – Big Ben chiming & striking 1 o’clock

Rivers: Riverside – Riverside: Chelsea, London, atmosphere. Z archivu BBC , volně dostupné pro neziskové účely.

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Kapitola dvacet je tak dlouhá, že ji rozdělím na tři menší části a budu je číst, pokud to půjde, na různých místech, během dne.

Tato první část čtena ve Studiu Midian


Jak příhodné, na publikaci otočím kartu Tarotu ….

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Poslední zbytky.

Lubomír Tomik

projdeš se městem,
zabloudíš v únorových ulicích
poslední zbytky soumraku

 poslední zbytky bolesti po kapsách,
poslední zbytky nucené směšné pózy,

zvláštní stín,
napne luk a
šípy myšlenek mne proděraví

tělo pak vhodí do kloaky 

jak se přes něj převalují vteřiny,
je najednou čisté


Last remnants.

Lunomír Tomik

you walk through the city
you get lost in the streets of February
the last remnants of dusk

you go
  the last remnants of pocket pain,
the last remnants of a ridiculous pose,

special shadow,
strains the bow and
Arrows of thoughts pierce me

the body then throws it into the cloaca
of hours

how seconds roll over it,
is suddenly clean

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Půlnoční tanec na zlatých nitích.

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Ve středu vesmíru.

Lubomír Tomik

ve středu vesmíru 
změna se už odehrála,
ve středu vesmíru

všichni mrtví Olympané 
naházeni do vod Styxu,
temných  a průzračných

ve středu vesmíru si mne vem,
jsem jen tvůj,
ve středu vesmíru,
když jsi tady a nejsi tady 
a nejsi a jsi

v disharmonii dní,
akordy mraků
s prsty vraženými do očí,
tančit posmutnělou skočnou
na měsíčních paprscích,
zlatých nitích


In the center of space.

Lubomír Tomik

in the center of space
the change has already taken place,
in the center of space

all the dead Olympians
thrown into the waters of Styx,
dark and transparent

take me in the middle of the universe
I am only yours,
in the middle of space,
when you are here and you are not here
and you are not and you are

in disharmony days,
chords of the clouds
with fingers stuck in the eyes,
dancing sad jumping
on the moon's rays,
gold threads 

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