Básnická stezka.
Štítek: poet
Sedmý hrob u zdi zleva.
,,Walker by the wind.“
Zatraceně! Náhody neexistují!
DEN D
A ano, karta Crowleyho Tarotu ,,Mág“ mne dovedla až do toho bodu, do tohoto momentu, provedla mne dobou po nehodě, v nemocnicích, rehabilitačních ústavech, dalších nemocnicích a operaci oka až sem.
Při čekání na další operaci pravého kolene.
Je jen příznačné, že se objevila teď, ze 78 karet Tarotu Aleistera Crowleyho a obrazů lady Friedy Harrisové, ,,Mág.“
A samozřejmě Ona, ovšem to už jiný příběh.
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Den D. Lubomír Tomik věř do poslední chvíle, věř žij do poslední chvíle žij nikdy není nic ztraceno, i když jsi krvavý flák masa u krajnice věř, rvi se, věř v Den D, za okny mlha, Slunce vyjde, vychází co chtějí lidé od Poezie, co může básník udělat podat zprávu o Tady a Teď s plnou sílou fantazie mysli nikdy není nic ztraceno nikdy. ...... Day D. Lubomír Tomik believe until the last moment believe live to the last moment live nothing is ever lost even if you're a bloody piece of meat by the side of the road believe, fight, believe on D-Day, fog behind the windows the sun will rise comes out what people want from Poetry what can a poet do report on the Here and Now with the full force of the imagination of the mind nothing is ever lost nothing ..........
Zase o krok blíže…
…ne o krok, o několik kroků, ,,Mapa Kontinentu Tvého Srdce“ MUSÍ být hotová do konce tohoto roku.
Chystá se obálka,anglický překlad, finální výběr je –
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Ve stínu.
Fantomoví koně.
Historie bombardování.
Ariel v hloubce.
Staré sny.
V modrých třtinách.
Stínová lvice ve vysoké trávě.
Oblečena v rybářské síti.
Lykantrop.
Spálil jsem si o tebe rty.
Izolovaná vybuchující svíce.
V poušti slov.
Anděl.
Z ranní mlhy.
Černý,černokněžný a čarodějný.
Paní Poeová.
Ve vichrech modré oblohy.
Měsíční dítě.
Řízená torpéda.
Song číslo 94.
Otoč to na Mnichov.
Jedno písmeno.
Dublinské pantomima.
Revivalové kapely.
Mapa Kontinentu Tvého srdce.
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Po třech letech jdeme do finále. No tedy .Většina z básní si prošla ohněm veřejného vystoupení a ano, karta Crowleyho Tarotu je- jaká asi bude , když od jedné hodiny v noci nemůžu spát kvůli podělané pirátské noze, aspoň jsem dokončil hrubý překlad do angličtiny a právě se potácím kdesi na rozhraní mezi snem a skutečností, někdy to není těžké, někdy je to nemyslitelné.
Karta je ,,Hvězda.“
https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/997-crowleyho-tarot-17-hvzda
,,Netřeskové peklo.“
Poet Fotografie pro Tebe.
Zahrada ve Studiu Midian.
Ztroskotaný Buddha.
Upraveno.
Pro Natálii z Ligurie.
Fantazie dnešního dne.Jen pár slov a skutečná báseň pak bude jako minaret v zahradách za noci.
Co by s šesti slovy udělal chlápek z Dublinu?
My ta slova roztrháme na kusy a znovu složíme.
Ne, už jsme to udělali!
Jen jsme se rozervali my a znovu složili Poet Team !
Zde sedával bard L.K.
Na jedné straně –
... Brunetka v bílých šatech blondýnka v černých šatech vystoupily z autobusu jako střelci na šachovnici chodníku vykračují si vedle sebe : kterou táhnout první? : vlastně : hraji s černými nebo s bílými? : .... Brunette in a white dress blonde in a black dress got off the bus like shooters on a chessboard sidewalk they walk side by side : which to pull first? : actually : do I play with black or with white? ..... Na druhé straně -
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Jednoho dne zaplaví mne zbytky krve : plíce, játra, konečník : v těle jsem měl tolik tekutin? : něco vsákne do prostěradla něco spláchne hadice : na nerezovém stole .... One day it will flood me blood residues : lungs, liver, rectum : I had in my body so much fluid? : something soaks in to the sheet something flushes the hose : on a stainless steel table XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Z připravované sbírky básní ,,Střípky Marionet". XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Poet Challenge !
a použije logo na fotografii jakkoli, podle citu, podle světla, na svém oblíbeném místě, v pozadí, umístěné kdekoli, třeba ve spojitosti v vlastní prací, knihou , fotografií, kresbou, má propagaci vlastní práce jistou, s plným jménem, pod zkratkou, jak bude chtít ,publikace zde na stránce s odkazy, linky, vlastními pracemi, vždy se domluvíme.
Loga jsou ve velikosti klasických vizitek.
Pokud možno vytisknout, vystřihnout vyfotit,poslat.
Jestli tedy jsme komunita, kam až může ,,Midian na cestách s ….“ doputovat?
Uzávěrka není žádná, třeba i za 15 let!
Kontaktní adresa : lubomirtomik@seznam.cz
,,Holubice s olivovou snítkou je symbolem vnitřního míru, který se v nás rozhostí, jakmile se vrátíme ke své pravé podstatě. V době probíhajících vnitřních i vnějších změn je nutné mít na paměti tato slova: „Buďte k sobě jemní.“ Z výkladu karty.
Čtení o osmé večerní ,, A za ruku jsem držel kapitolu 49.“ astronautky Petersové.
Lubomír Tomik
Chapter forty-ninth.
Astronaut Peters.
Glass ampoules filled with liquids, white bandages, net drapes, and finally multicolored lozenges in a house made of beams from sunken ships.
Above the entrance, a poor fluorescent lamp shone on the sign- Electricity will hit you if you do it with wet hands!
The peeled branch protrudes from the swamp and resembles an impending finger.
From the cloud of jeep dust, a person they expected the least appeared before them as a revelation: Tata Iwi.
A fat and chubby magician with faces irritated by a recent shave. Priestly cassock. He went up to them without hesitation and said firmly, „Lord God, give you a good afternoon!“
He pointed his head vaguely.
The streets here looked like big shops, with lots of junk everywhere left behind a dozen armies. There was everything you could think of – let’s say: ten thousand meters of army signal wire, wound into balls, very cheap for sale. For whom ? How about a bunch of thorns?
A policeman made his way through the crowded alleys.
-Let everyone get out of my sight! Let them move to America! I don’t care! ”He shouted around.
William grinned: -Hand of the law! –
-We call him Dracula, ”Tata Iwi remarked.
The policeman had a musket, a pistol and a saber, motivation and a momentary willingness to do the thing. He couldn’t wait for the state of emergency to end and everything would be fine.
Daddy Iwi was expecting them.
-Oh, if you could see the mess and the den the man lives in, the floor is dirty, cans scattered everywhere, books, old parchments, masks on the wall, a pipe and a big tomahawk – says Dad with one breath and turns his eyes to the pillar, on he has sharp wrinkles on his foreheads over the age of forty.
Overgrown Dracula nodded his huge, protruding jaws in agreement. His bile could boil the colon.
The hand of the mountain wind pushed me lightly.
I walked over to him.
-We came to You ale -but he interrupted me with a wave of his hand.
-I know. The end is here. In moments of solitude I hear him approaching. Get out.-
-Please. I’ll show you my magic. When the time comes.-
We all left the jeep slowly. William was the last to touch the dust of the road.
An old passion might have awakened.
-And that’s all ? – Officer Dracula asked in disappointment.
Bobby already understood how the computer felt when it was overloaded with data.
A crowd of people made their way through the car. And not just any. We got on and were engulfed by the darkness inside the limousine. She started moving.
Then nothing for a long time.
The driver turned on the radio.
The words filled the space.
Snippets of old phone calls were intertwined for a while, until the sound was clear.
…………. ,,Citizens of the Earth! We are sending an extraordinary message! We are sending an extraordinary message! We’re broadcasting from section 4718, from the studio on the far side of the moon. Our devices have recorded wonderful dreams and visions. From the reports of our agents, it is clear that literary characters are coming to life on Earth! Avoid them! This is a real attack! We do not know how this is possible and who is behind it! I repeat: The attack is real! Citizens of the Earth! Astronaut Peters has begun braking maneuvers! Starship The surf will land as soon as possible! Rescue is coming! The pilot probes will pick up the survivors. The entry coordinates are…“
-then the voice will be silenced.
The black limousine flashes on the hidden photocell and the gate with the bronze bull and hand-forged grille opens. Quite quietly. It’s the fifth time. The sun hanging on the west side of the sky slowly approaches the mountainous horizon and lengthens the shadows.
White pieces slip through her lips.
End of Chapter 49.
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Čtení k úternímu obědu ,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou“ Kapitola 24.
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.
Toto čtení bylo neobvykle komplikované, před deseti lety jsem byl někdo jiný. Spousta vět padla pod stůl, bylo v nich zbytečně moc…násilí, sexu a nechutností.
Lyrics…. proč ne,
Chapter Twenty-Four
Meeting these moments.
In the morning, the Milkmaid Granny did not find her three regular customers at home. It was too late to go to the market, so she went around London with her bandas on her shoulder, around the houses.
She walked without result for a long time, until she finally stopped in front of the villa where William lived.
And right after that, the front door slammed shut behind her.
-Let me go-he’ll call almost pleading-If I don’t do it now, I’ll never dare!
Mud splatters froze on her forehead, her dress crumpled and stained.
She asked in horror: -Hello! Hello! Speak up! Which donkey tears the line and sends stupid signals?
There is silence for a while.
-Aaaaaaa-then there’s the sound of a huge male voice.-And hold on tight!
William was taking off his leather gloves. He had a swollen vein over his eyes, almost like a smudge of oil. He had the sweaty, tired expression of a man who had done his job well. He bowed a little and greeted Grandma.
-I’m glad- he said almost elegantly.
He unbuckled his knee strap, tossed a false wooden leg into the grass, ran back to the house, and took off his wig and beard along the way.
Instead of manure, he now smelled of toilet water.
-And you, you look like this. -He said.
Grandma’s Milkman rolled her eyes, raised her eyebrows, and looked innocent.
A face peeked out of the door.
William suddenly magically moved to those deep eyes at the door.
Then he kisses this beautiful and gentle face and easily pushes her away.
-You goose, ‚said William.
And the amorous boxer holds and blushes as William caresses his nature with a light motion.
-And you disappear, go away.-says William and Grandma’s milkman will disappear, as will the steam above the pot. The observed water boiled.
-Eh… -makes a young boxer incapable of any reaction.
The clock on the tower strikes another quarter. The day is over, a busy day.
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They all took their places.
-In the garden of house number thirty-three, unknown men stabbed all the apples from the tree, breaking two branches and stomping the flowerbed, ”Commissioner Sullivan announced indignantly.
Whose house is it?
-I-sounded embarrassed.
-Who could have done that?
-This is the work of Umberto Eco and his companion, Rexroth calls himself.
-Piggy, ”someone said.
-Still the Eco. – The polar explorer thought. – Jim, did you talk to him? –
-He end talk.-
-And what ?-
-I had to give him a pair over the stick! –
-And the result ?-
He gave it back to me!
-I gave him a stick and he gave it back to me? And that’s all ? What is the benefit of this? -It was silent for a while.-Okay, we’ll take care of Eco.-
-What do we have there?
-The grandmother of the milkman in house number twenty-five was taken to the police by her son.
We have our sign on the gate since yesterday! Who made it there? You Sullivan? –
-I.-
-So why is the upper left tip of the star twisted like a earthworm? Once you got into it, you should have done it right! We’ll just be laughing at everyone like that!
A goat is lost in house number fifty-four. I walked around and saw a grandmother beating a little girl. I yelled at her Aunt! The law forbids beating the children!
-Where did she run to her?
-But over there in the gorge behind the draw, she bit into the trees and suddenly it was down .-
Who’s owning the house!
-Poet Smil from Pardubice. The little one is his daughter. They called her Zuza. And her grandmother beat her. I don’t know her name. And the goat is gray with a black comb and her name is Maňka.
-Find the goat-commanded the Polar Polar.-The squad will have four men. You go, you and you two. Is that all?
-In house number twenty-two, not far from Fields of Honor, a little frog is crying-they said hesitantly Gejka.
And why is he crying?
-I asked, but she didn’t want to tell me.-
-You should have asked better! –
-I asked, but she didn’t want to tell me! –
-How big was she?
Four years!
-That’s bad! If only she had a sense! But four years old! And whose house is it?
-Lieutenant Pavlov. He, you know, recently fell on the border.
„I asked, but she didn’t want to tell me.“ Polarist Gejka said indignantly. Then he frowned and thought. – All right, I’ll take care of it myself. Don’t worry about this.-
-Umberto Eco is on the horizon! -The observer announced aloud. We should send a squad there to get a couple of them! –
-It is not necessary. Everyone stay in your places.-
He jumped the dormer on the roof. He went down the ladder and disappeared into the bushes. But the observer was making a new report.
-I see an unknown pretty girl with a jug at the gate buying milk. He probably lives in this villa.
Commissioner Sullivan tugged at Gejka’s sleeve. „Is this your sister?“
-Don’t get excited, -Gejka said mockingly. -You have nothing to command me!
-Hold back — Kolya chuckled — or I’ll scratch your eyes!
Me? „Sullivan said.“ – I’m not afraid of your claws. What do I have muscles from? Look at those hands! And… feet! –
And the image of Police Commissioner Sullivan’s hairy calves was bright.
End of chapter twenty-four.
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Verses inked. Lubomír Tomik verše zapsané, slova jsou jehličky a špendlíky, vetkané do ošuntělé hadrové panenky voodooo verše jsou formule reality, oživí vše, i náhrobní kameny verses inked ? verses inked ? extinct? No.Ne.No.Ne. Verses will be inked forever, words, words. XXXXXXXXXXXXXX Verses inked. Lubomír Tomik verses written, words are needles and pins, woven into a shabby voodoo rag doll verses are formulas of reality, revives everything and tombstones verses inked? verses inked? extinct? No.Ne.No.Ne. Verses will be inked forever, words. words XXXXXXXXX
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Nezbytná karta Crowleyho Tarotu je…. v den ,,Mága“…..WOW!
,,Velekněz“.
Každé slovo.
Pokus o melodii a atmosféru LT přímo při čtení, zvuková aplikace na mobilním telefonu, žiji v budoucnosti, nahráno ve Studiu Midian.
Poet Video pro Tebe ,, Dům u jezera“
Napsáno nahráno čteno dnes dopoledne ve Studiu Midian . Záběry natočil P.L. v Archeoskanzenu Modrá u Velehradu a přilehlého rybníka. lyrics: House by the lake. Lubomír Tomik necessary, foundations in the sand, sands unchanging, a little risk everything is the spice of life however, be careful godfather, do not deny with pepper, save with chili, saves with spicy, or we'll burn like paper devils save with spices as with love, just leave him for a feast, then the roar went out, are you somewhere are you somewhere I became a punching bag of time, sand is pouring out of it, I'm disappearing before my eyes I become someone else, a large water carried the house by the lake was built on sand, sands. Goodbye. Pokus o melodii na el.kytaře-L.T. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Karta na rozloučení je ... ,,Princezna Disků"
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Pro Tebe ,, Malíř“…
… namalovaný a napsaný.
Jsi se mnou všude.
Pro Tebe…
Ranní káva…
…a protože Klára S. vytvořila fantastické logo, najednou se stalo, uviděl jsem :
Varianta bílého hrnku s černými písmeny je zajímavá právě proto, díky , Kláro, dokonalý design !
Právě dopsáno…
Přízraky těžké techniky.
Zbavím se myšlenek na Tebe jedině tak že zaměstnám mozek a vždy když mne zdraví pustí MUSÍM, když jsem se 23.4.21 v DARKOVĚ prohlásil za básníka, myslel jsem jako Tvého osobního, máš něco co nemá nikdo, dvorního poetu a je to neuvěřitelné, být něčím takovým… vnímajícím spolutvořícím vnímané…né…né…né…né…
,,Přízraky těžké techniky.“
Děkuji P.L za zaslanou fotografii,najednou jsem ji uviděl naopak a verš pod ní, vzhůru nohama .
Ty. Víš.
Ty.
Midian Poet 