Today is Lucie, December 13th. / Not, i know, in this poem, yes./

Fourth from left is my daughter, Klára. Photographed 13.12.2019.

Read and recorded once in Studio Shaark For You, my Fate.

Today is Lucie, December 13th.

Lubomír Tomik


today is the feast of Lucy and whoever rises on a chair will see his future
Today is Lucie and she balances stretching out looking out
eyebrows small cute plush pieces of each other
right hand obscuring the sun looking out for your future and
did you see me standing in that chair?
was i anyone else
someone else? 

Svátek svaté Lucie – Wikipedie (wikipedia.org)

Studio Shaark
From the ,,Dinner at Minski´s and other poems / 2016 /

Večeře u Minského. Dinner at Minski´s.

Dinner at Minski´s. Read and recorded once for You, in Studio Shaark

Dinner at Minski´s.

Lubomír Tomik

She put her hand under the table on my thigh, 
still looking in front of her, talking to someone opposite,
I didn't know him.
the burnt meat of an Ethiopian tiger on plates,
 we both observe ourselves in the attitude of Aphrodite,

We watch the sweet asses are presented to the golden rain
I will use seven or eight tablespoons
servants bring on polished trays swallowing in Italian.

She put her hand under the top floor narrowing it down,
 it was a penguin's claw slowly sliding it inside,
 a salivating search inside the chest pressed against the lungs

She ran over the ribs, the grooves of her spine
it vibrated between a fan of air bubbles
there was nothing

suddenly, buch buch buch
not mine came up in the sky,
emerged from a hole in the moon from the veins of blood spewing blood,

stripes of earth in shades of steamed sweater
the clay grave is an indifferent time around
it just fails,

pieces of green flag torn in the morning
walled together in a narrow dream of exorcising the devil

Minski is coming.

Opens his mouth bites pieces of torso ,
asks what it is time ?

impersonal connection caress leaning against the metal wall of the toilet

YOU
EATING ME.

She withdrew her soaked hand I opened my mouth
let everything be scanned,

that real sorrow deep down when it then rushes to the surface tears you to pieces,
feast of worms in the endless footsteps of the goddess of war,
the squeal of little pigs somewhere in the distance
under the sky obsessed with the farting of thunder.

And she covered my eyes with the same palm,
I was just another run
for dinner at Minski´s.








/from ,,Dinner at Minski´s and  other poems ", 2016/

The sweetest of You. To nejsladší z Tebe.

Read and Recorded once in Studio Shaark FOR YOU.

The sweetest of You.



Lubomítr Tomik


Someone raided the patisserie!

/ BANG BANG /

Desserts run out and people crouch,
under glass hatches
on porcelain trays,

not eating on the plates next to it
unfinished coffee
pierced with forks,


someone raided the patisserie
is that You,

the sweetheart rolls under the oncoming car,
a little further on the ground icing from the pinwheel,
the lady was adamant,

someone raided the patisserie,
he fired five shots into the cream cake
and when  left

 whistled softly under the beard,

/ whistle   whistle /

which he didn't even have.
from ,, The dinner at Minski´s and other poems / 2016 /

Pochodně hoří a zbrojnoši táhnou katapult zad.

Torches are burning and gunmen are pulling the catapult back.


Lubomír Tomik


The torches are burning and the cave continues,
You press your hand against her wall,
in thousands of years, someone will put their modern palm on and feel nothing,

dry double strips of skin
ten fingers wide and almost two meters long,

the torches are burning and the creature is climbing the vertebrae inside,
from the stomach through the heart to her head
where it explodes

torches burning
the other world opens the soul shatters
to all other universes
torches burning
gunmen pull the catapult back.

The walls stretch
as far as the eye can see.

Squeezed pear juice
it drips down from the kitchen counter and that's how it ends.

and like this,
it ends.




Pochodně hoří a zbrojnoši táhnou katapult zad. Čteno a nahráno ve Studio Shaark pro Tebe, má lásko.

ze sbírky ,,Večeře u Minského a další básně / 2016 /

Send the message. / For You /

Pošli tu zprávu . /pro Tebe /

Send the message.  / For You /

Lubomír Tomik


Send the message like a black bowler , hat of the night,
 send it to the air of your imagination,
let it fly like a bullet fired into a body on the shore,

send it like a battered Victorian hat,
on the head of a guy with a white beard on the far side of the Ganges,

dark place on the other bank of the river
 all of us,

put your head against the bottom of the boat
with a slap on the forehead on a cool bamboo mat,

send the message like a hat,

you have a dead atmospheric fox around your neck
double deoxyribonucleic acid band ten atoms wide
and almost two meters long.


-Ááááá.-I stretch and say just carelessly:

-You are BEAUTIFUL-

Send the message. /For You / Read and recorded in http://www.shaark.cz/

Barriers at the crossing will fall.

Spadnou závory na přejezdu.

Barriers at the crossing will fall.

Lubomír Tomik

the barriers will fall at the crossing,
the moon just shines through the clouds,
cold as a whore's breath

the barriers fall
it's snowing and it's like out of some
stupid Swedish detectives,

the barriers will fall at the crossing
I close my eyes
I feel a stream of air from the ghost of an almost sperm,
 snow breaking through a locomotive,
it's like slow motion in honey,

i
n

h
o
n
e
y


honey
,,Spadnou závory na přejezdu.“ Read and recorded in Studio Shaark once For You ,my Everything.
…ze sbírky Večeře u Minského a jiné básně / 2016 /

Zkoumání fosilních ryb.





Exploration of fossil fish. Read and recorded For You, girl , once in Studio Shaark

From the collections of poems ,,Dinner at Minski´s / 2016 /

..and for You :

Exploration of fossil fish.


Lubomír Tomik



Fingers run over stone grooves and protrusions,

he dives in 

and sticks out of the sky in some other world,


under the reflections of those suns.




Under the reflections of other suns.

Was recorded under shadow of fingers sound engineering Pavel….I’m looking at the day , when I died, before two years,…
and now He agreed with new visit … this time to a recording studio , not in the darkness of the grave, THE grave, my grave. In the may, twenty five, yes.

The late works of Mark Twain.

Pozdní díla Marka Twaina.

Read and recorded For You in Studio Shaark, from ,,Večeře u Minského and other poems“ /2016/

The late works of Mark Twain.


Lubomír Tomik



Only on steps and pitches
Only on steps and pitches
Just only steps and pitches

Never again next time,

Just
steps,

steps and pitches.
ze sbírky ,,Večeře u Minského a jiné básně . / 2016/

Grid in a poem.

Mřížka v básni.

rty   roní   slzy               zapálíme  si               není to nádherné          cítit          něco                  víc

slzy roní     rty               svalíme    se              něco   k    někomu         cítit

náměstí        v                náměstí      v               cítit

Telči       hotel               Telči   hotel

v    podloubí

Ty a já  zdánlivě

ač  je  to

ne

mo

žné     

není to nádherné, něco cítit?

Grind in poem. Read and recording in Studio Shaark once, For You.


Grid in a poem.

Lubomír Tomik

lips shed tears we light up it’s not wonderful to feel something more
tears roll down our lips we roll something to feel someone
square in the square in the feel
Telč hotel Telč hotel
in the arcade


You and me seemingly


although it is

I

mpo

ssible.

It is not beautiful, to feel something?

Hotel…rigt on the picture, red house.

I want a kííííííss on the heart.

Read and recorded for You once in Studio Shaark my love.
I want a kííííííss on the heart.


Lubomír Tomik

I want a kííííííss on the heart,
I want him now !

said the transparent Napoleon
and suddenly,
suddenly  flowed down my back in the shower
feeling,

as if someone had suddenly
 began to read this poem

the words appeared
the towers opened fire

I want a kííííííss on the heart!
I want him now!

said the transparent Napoleon
and cat,
that beautiful girl,

 she slipped under a floor full of lubricant.
from the collections of poem ,,Večeře u Minského / 2016 /
Obraz ,, Kočka Šklíba “ autor Luděk Kouřil.

Open Your Mind.

He was rolling in something and it was like …

Read and recorded For You in Studio Shaark from ,,Večeře u Minského a další básně “ / 2016 /
He was rolling in something and it was like ...

Lubomír Tomik

It was rolling in something and it was like
if
lama
emerged
from my bathtub
full of foam

lesbian fantasy

and joy came
joy has come

she held my hands
she held my hands

she squeezed them for me
squeezed

and crush the bone

splashes of blood were everywhere

the lights in them shine

like beautiful Libyan desert glass.




My dear, Severin. / For You. /

My dear, Severin. Read and recorded in Studio Shaark once, for You, My Beautiful Girl.

My dear, Severin.  / For You /

Lubomír Tomik


Big beautiful poison spitting cobra
hanging over their heads and
the tips of nine-tailed cats peek from behind a beautiful ass
Wanda von Dunajew.

She nodded to the right hand,
we creep up to Her.

Rub our palms on the ground,
 dig the fibers of carpets into the veins,
 tear off the bellies of the fingers,
sharp nails
for the final succumb.

My dear, Severin
saddle your mare,
tie an obsidian knife to her hoof.

Open my chest,
let the HEART breathe freely,

        through a flood of scarlet.



From ,, Večeře u Minského “ a další básně / 2016 /

It’s not what it looks like, I just love You every pore of my body, I’m not a masochist … It’s just a strong feeling for You that I still feel …like I’m standing on the shore and You are the ocean and every thought of You is one wave and I go into the waves, over and over and drown.

When anyone will like the poem, please leave a word in the comments, let’s try to make a poem around the world, ANY ONE WORD, thank you, brothers and sisters, we are all equal, we are all the same…just fantasy in US want out, that’s why we write, we create … because of love, because of LOVE.

On the assembly line.

Read and recorded For You in Studio Shaark…once… Because that’s what I need . Install such a new heart, from the moment I met You.
Na montážní lince. /2016/

On the assembly line.


Lubomír Tomik


A guy was standing on the assembly line,


the body arrived three times an hour , 

hung 

on 

hooks,

stuck

 in

 the

 collarbones.


Stopped in front of him,

He was doing something there,
hands thrown in the chest,

 seemed to be no problem
to mount a brand new heart.

No problem at all.
She is real girl…beatifull… drawn here…by me with a pencil.

Between the ringing of the snooze alarm.

…we howled together in some city,
the shadows of the mustafs flickered through the alleys immersed in darkness…
Read and recorded for You, totally For You, in Studio Shaark

Between the ringing of the snooze alarm.

Lubomír Tomik

We howled together in some city,
the shadows of the mustafs flickered through the alleys immersed in darkness
and lights in office cubicles,
into which the city was divided,
 threw flashing flashes from the monitors.

We entered a spacious square
and then ,
just before in this reality
the alarm rang,
suddenly a very ugly person appeared
one eye was completely bent to the side
and she laughed
until she grabbed her belly.

You opened your eyes. 
It's high time to get up.

All those good old brothers shamans.

All those good old brothers shamans. Read and recorded in Studio Shaark , for You and and no one else. For You.
All those good old brothers shamans.


Lubomír Tomik

In the moonlight on the lonely pastures of the world surrounded by endless forest,
sits in a circle around the fire,
they sit down and each of them takes  bowl,
in the urine stream of that other man in the following,
everything is hidden.

All the good old brothers shamans ,
kiss
that terrible beauty in a red dress with white  dots and
orange peel,
is suddenly gone,

completely gone

G O N E.

Někdo to byl. It was someone.

Read and recorded For You in Studio Shaark

It was someone.

Lubomír Tomik

It was someone,
someone did it,
he didn't even laugh,
when his bones was
                                counted.

Count his bones,
all his bones,
run your fingers along the edges of the vertebrae,
SKIN up,
                                 beautifully tightens.


It was someone,
someone did it,
he didn't even laugh,
when his bones was
                                 counted.
from ,, Večeře u Minského “ /2016/

Cat’s eyes ears pricked up.

Skutečně se stalo v Uherském Hradišti. Čteno a nahráno ve Studiu Shaark, Bzenec http://www.shaark.cz/​ Záběry pořízeny 10.3.21 , Malá scéna Slováckého divadla. https://www.slovackedivadlo.cz/​ Použity fotky z filmu Romana Polanského Macbeth /1971/ nejsem vlastníkem autorských práv, stejně tak u obrázků z depositefilesdotcom

Díky Tobě a Anně Stránské za inspiraci.

Cat's eyes ears pricked up.

Lubomír Tomik


Cat's eyes ears pricked up,
I noticed the subway yesterday
at the Slovácko Theater,
three grandmothers shrouded in cigarette smoke,
they discussed something furiously with their hands
I thought :
  - Macbeth will be in trouble soon.-

Someone suddenly blew  horn,  
crunchy dark red motorbike with trailer passed me,
 driver
 squinted from behind the fantastic cyberpunk glasses.

No one was next to him,
                                 the sidecar was empty.


In the original poem, in ,,Dinner at Minski´s “ /2016/ were verses:

,,Macbeth bude brzy v prdeli “ ,,Macbeth will be fucked soon“

It seemed to me out of place,now, after years, in connection with the photo of Slovácko Theater…so…change is life…everything changes…now more then ever….WE changes.

Passport to Magonia.

Studio Shaark
Agobard of Lyon.
Read and recorded in Studio Shaark, Bzenec ..once for You.
I'm going to have to get a passport to Magonia.


Lubomír Tomik


Don't forget:

-Get a passport to Magonia

-Spank
     archbishop
        Agobard's ass

-Look around
          along the square in Lyon,

 just before that,

                          before they stone me.

from the ,, Dinner at Minski´s“ /2016/

and Magonia (mythology) – Wikipedia

Drobné náhody …pokračují.

Alane…yes! Nejenom, že jsem si při odjezdu do nemocnice náhodně četl Tvé svolení k použití Tvé Věty v předmluvě mé chystané sbírky, jsem znovu asi ve čtvrtině V jako Vendetta, cvičím, čtu, cvičím, čtu.

Právě v nemocnici pracuji na článku na zítřek, báseň nahraná ve Studiu Shaark ve BZENCI- a právě ze Bzence byla jedna dívka, která mi asi před hodinkou zachránila život a díky ní jsou sovy na cestě…vrátím se na pokoj, poslechnu báseň s fantastickým zvukovým efektem, který vytvořil Pavel ve Bzenci, řeknu si ju, je to dobré, napíši článek a zítra ho zveřejním, příběh se odehrává se v roce 815 n.l. Magonia (mythology) – Wikipedia a když o pár vteřin později otevřu mail, v něm komentář, který mi dnes napsal Jaskiers z FRANCIE, …….drobné náhody…ale…ju, báseň byla napsána v roce 2016.

To nemluvím o tom, že jsem minulý týden něco napsal tužkou na kus bílého listu papíru a ono se to v minulých dnech stalo.

Ezra.

Read and recorded once for you in Studio Shaark
Ezra.
Ezra is angry.

Lubomír Tomik

Ezra pulled me over the head again
.
It was morning, I got up and everything hurt and now!
Ezra!

...and
all that talk of heartless poetry
,

it is not enough to support the palace of fantasy
bread shoes charming charming demimondena Death?



from ,,Večeře u Minského" /2016/

It is irrelevant in the sink under the mirror.

Irelevantní.

from the ,,Dinner at Minskí s “ / 2016 /
It is irrelevant in the sink under the mirror. Read and recorded for You in Studio Shaark
It is irrelevant in the sink under the mirror.
/For my love/

Lubomir Tomik

 In the sink under the mirror,
 pieces of bloodied skin, age from the face

 I sank into the pilot's seat,
 cabin dazzled by white light

 ossified ossified ossified

 soul burned on a trunk,
 animals at least once an hour
 they fall into the river,
 time is irrelevant

 Irrelevant.
 Everything is irrelevant.

 The bite of the inner worm.
 Irrelevant.

In the picture of J.P. Na obrazu J.P. Jen pro Tebe. Only for You.

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.

In the picture of J.P. Read and recorded FOR YOU in Studio Shaark , sound engineer Pavel Hlavica.
In the picture of J.P.

Lubomir Tomik

 In the image of J.P.
     eyes
  and
 maybe a woman in black leather,
 maybe She's sitting in the grass  ,whispering something to me,
 maybe She's almost as beautiful as You.

 maybe it's all i want,
 perhaps only in the image of J.P.,
 maybe it extends,
 like a drop in water
           drop
       blood,

 straight from the heart
  straight from Your

heart
heart
hea  r                                        t
hea            r                  t
hear                    t
from ,,Dinner at Minski´s „/2016/

Her smoke. Její dým.

Read and recorded in Studio Shaark for You.
Her smoke.

Lubomír Tomik

 Under the squeak of the moon bitten by a serrating dog,
 in the haze cracks in the clouds,
 She blew Her smoke into me,

 Your smoke.

 My lungs gasified with You,
 every pore of my burnt throat
 he shouted after You,

 I always wanted it.
 I always wanted YOU.



From ,, Dinner at Minski´s / 2016/

Přichází Marty Feldman. Marty Feldman is coming.

IN GOD WE TRUST, Marty Feldman, 1980, (c) Universal
Read and recorded in Studio Shaark For You, my love.




Marty Feldman is coming.

Lubomír Tomik

 Marty Feldman with a hand of fame goes to the parking lot of my childhood
 wearing a terrible priestly cassock,
 palms covered with whipped thunder.

 You told me,
 that when there were storms
 you hold someone you love,
 lightning strikes you.
Marty Feldman from "Young Frankenstein". | Marty feldman, Young  frankenstein, Frankenstein
from the ,,Dinner at Minski´s “ / 2016/

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.

ORIZABA | Passengers in History
Rozšlápnul jsem vysušenou ptačí kostru.
Read and recorded FOR YOU LOVE in Studio Shaark

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.

from ,,Dinner at Minski´s “ …i write this in 2016…….and now is reality.

Queue in the supermarket. Fronta v supermarketu.

Fronta v supermarketu stock fotografie, royalty free Fronta v supermarketu  obrázky | Depositphotos ®
Queue in the supermarket. Read and recorded for You in 2021 , For You. I write this in Year 2O16. Strange.
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.
From ,, Dinner at Minski´s “ /2016/

Where everything, was the other way around. Tam, kde vše bylo naopak.

I really recommend listening in headphones.
Read and recorded FOR YOU in Studio Shaark, my love.
Where everything was the other way around.
Lubomír Tomik

 In the embrace of Steel Dan,
 strangled with your underwear ,                             perhaps red,
 before the eyes the specter of Mephistopheles     , perhaps tousled by hell,

 Faust's spirit
 raises the veil of smoke

 Faust's house
 will serve my joke

 Faust's breath
 where sulfur tastes

 Faust's spirit
 The universe

 In the embrace of Steel Dan,
 strangled by a red bra,
 in fainting,
 the ghost of Mephistopheles before his eyes,

 the tousled hell hopping
 leaves hoof prints,

 somewhere in Dublin.
 Stephen,
                      somewhere in Dublin.


from the ,, Dinner at Minski´ s“ / 2016 /

He was born without bones. Narodil se bez kostí.

For You You You You Read and recorded in Studio Shaark
He was born without bones.

Lubomír Tomik

 He was born without bones and his first feeling
 was the elasticity of the soul,
 the heart traveled up and down the body
 in a transparent liquid,
 resembling the reflection of silicones in the setting sun
 the interior of the body lined with desire
 the clumps of the brain touch
 the earth and
 the cold of the grave

 lulled him to sleep.
from ,,Dinner at Minski´s “ /2016/

For all poets…everywhere in the strange, vivid dream in this world now.

V dálce lampa na pobřeží. In the distance a lamp on the shore.

Články - Spectrasol.cz
In the distance a lamp on the shore.
 / old navy /
Lubomír Tomik
/ old navy/

 in the distance a lamp on the shore
 yohoho
 on the distance the lamp is lit.
 yohoho
 through the fog through the heavy rain
 yohoho
 in the distance the lamp is lit.
 so rudder twist, old bro
 yohoho
 rudder twist, you're here for it!

 when you hear it crackling
 when you hear the curse
 all of us
 yohoho
 all of us
 yohoho
 not for a long time
 yohoho

Read and recorded in Studio Shaark For You.

In the distance a lamp on the shore.

Wandering the streets of Providence.

Bloumání v ulicích Providence.

In THIS house.
Wandering the streets of Providence. Read and recorded FOR YOU, my love.

Crystal Defanti

Wandering the streets of Providence.

Lubomír Tomik

 From a soaked ditch flooded with blood and mustard
 Mrs. Defanti's body crawls on her back,
 It slid through the mud and
 men in uniform were leaking vitreous,
 The whites of whites whipped in a riot of vibrators.

 The first star in the sky in a moment
 I look into your eyes
 To those crematorium fires,

 The darkening blue of the sky pushes light beyond the horizon,
 Behind The Horizon Behind The Horizon Behind The Horizon compresses it until the moment of the coming Night,

 The red disk intersects with the silhouettes
 the last few remaining TV antennas,

 All palms pierced by Mrs. Defanti's heels
 You throw them behind your head and
 our hands come together
 bone intertwines with bone.

 United blood vessels fused with hearts,
 Night is coming in Arco cafe,
 Guests are poured cold coffee with a wink,
 Waving the wings of ravens with that eternal croaking : NEVERMORE

 Greasy black feathers soaked in rain with razor blades
 in which you don't dance much

Mrs. Defantio is coming
 with an umbrella made of soapy male faces,
 the twists of the beard with foam fall on the faded lino
 with the sound of trampled candies at the foot of the gallows tree
 where the noose is long empty.

 Wandering the streets of Providence.
 All that someone else's skin
 they suddenly ride down.

 The period of FLESH is coming.

From the Dinner at Minski´s

Mezitím ve stejném Studiu Shaark .

Nahrával jsem ve stejném Studio Shaark jako Root. Albert Hoffman řekl : ,,Realita je nepředstavitelná bez nějakého subjektu, který ji zažívá.“ Dobrá…jsem tedy já ten ,,subjekt “ ?

Nebo jsi to TY ? A já tvořím Tvou realitu ?

Děje se tohle všechno ?

Jsi skutečná ?

Jsi.

All the SCENTS of the world. Všechny ,,vuně“ světa.





Read and recorded in Studio Shaark
All the SCENTS of the world.

Lubomir Tomik

 The headline in the news reads:
 -All the SCENTS of the world-  ...

 You can imagine the SCENT as beautiful fairies
 on a meadow in the middle of a dense
 coniferous forest,
 in the moonlight he runs there
 they jump from feet to feet
 and
 it looks,
 that they are nice .....bitches 

- Ha! And Gotcha!-

 Smile.

from the ,,Dinner at Minski´s /2016/

The sullen man. Ten zasmušilý chlapík.

The sullen man. Read and recorded For You in Studio Shaark
The sullen man.

Lubomír Tomik


 Before he lay down under the sign No. 😯
 called some Reynolds
 the soul was winking and was almost on the edge
 before he lay down under the sign No. 😯
For You ….definitely For You… all this….For You. Edgar Allan Poe - Wikiwand

A je TO tady, pomyslel si. And here IT is, he thought.

And here it is, he thought. Read and recorded for You, in Studio Shaark
And here it is, he thought.

Lubomír Tomik

 And here it is he thought,
 it was like a whiplash,
 creaking skin,
 blinding light,

 the bow passes over the remnants of the silhouettes of the pig casings

 Her hips curl,
 she tasted all that,
 young heart,

 young with a gnaw of darkness.

 And here it is he thought,
 it's here and he felt her teeth pierce his flesh.

Boiler full of necks. Kotel plný hrdel.


Albrecht Dürer: Utrpení deseti tisíc křesťanů, 1508
Foto: Vienna, Kunsthistorisches Museum © KHM-Museumsverband
Albrecht Dürer: Utrpení deseti tisíc křesťanů, 1508
Boiler full of necks. Read and recorded in Studio Shaark For You, my Love

Boiler full of necks.

Lubomír Tomik

 the boiler full of throats overflows
 and the characters as from Durer's woodcut,
 they disappear and appear
 above the surface of the saddled goulash of blood,
 wooden spoon disappears somewhere in the clouds
 feet appear

the image is suddenly colored,
 is red, smudges of green, black to brown
 full of movement and lamentation:

 Halving a bull in a poppy field.

Mažu své básně . /Pro Tebe/ I erase my poems. /For You/


I erase my poems in PC.

Lubomír Tomik

 I erase my poems.
 I'm erase them and now, now I'm getting ready for this one!

-NOOOOO!!!!!- she shouted. -I will definitely be THE RIGHT ONNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!-


 Is he still here?
I erase my poems in PC. Read and recorded in Studio Shaark
From this book.

Banální básnické haraburdí známé od 19. století. Banal poetic junk known since the 19th century.

Image result for Edo japan
Read and recorded in Studio Shaark
Banal poetic junk known since the 19th century.
/To Milan K./

Lubomír Tomik

 In the raunchy neighborhood of Edo
 the sound of wooden sandals
 crosses a stone bridge.

 Her eyes,
 she has a light canopy of sorrow draped over them.

Edo – Wikipedia

Banal poetic junk known since the 19th century.

The title of the poem is from prof. Milan Knížák, Milan Knížák – Wikipedie (wikipedia.org) years ago he gave me a nice slap in his words, I needed her, thanks. Thanks for You time. These are his words:

„You use banal poetic junk known since the 19th century.“

Time …. a word.

Thank you ….words . But sincerely.

And after Your criticism, I wrote this poem…maybe special haiku.

Try to capture feelings. …..How does a sales woman feel?

Impozantní chřestová polévka. Impressive asparagus soup.

Impressive asparagus soup.
Nahráno ve Studio Shaark
Impressive asparagus soup.
Impressive asparagus soup.
/For You /

Lubomír Tomik

 part one.

 back to the scum in the traps of outgoing women,
 I tilt my head,
 closed eyes soak inside

 through the breathing tube they travel to my heart

 she stares at him in amazement
 he sees withered blackened bits of sorrow
 and hatred

 Hate.

 Sadness.

 But it was a long time ago.



 part two.

 dreams furrowed by ghosts flying sukkub attacking breasts,
 saliva leaving the mouth ajar,
 quiet delicious dripping

 I'm heading for the harbor
 barge full of white snow

 I'm heading for the morgue

 I cross thousands of lips blackened with opium tincture

I walk through the crowd of demimondens with crooked hats

 I grab the Maguey worm in my teeth

 the real soul of every human being
 it is hidden in its own darkness
 in that unkind girlfriend of us all

 it is not advisable to look into this abyss

 you have to try:
 dreams furrowed by ghosts torn pajama by cocks,
 in which no one dreams those dreams anymore,
 furrowed by You

we swim in an impressive asparagus soup, all around,
over and over.





From      ,,Dinner at Minski " /2016/

Karta Crowleyho Tarotu …

…měla pravdu.

Tarot na dnešní nahrávání… – Midian Poet

Úžasný zážitek.

Bylo to jako….nakouknutí za oponu.

Z knihy výkladů.

-převrácený Pentagram. Splněno.

Četl jsem pro Tebe na místě, kde nahrával i třeba …ROOT.

-Nápad spojený s dalším rozvojem čeká v hloubce a je udržován naživu, dokud nepřijde čas jeho uskutečnění. Splněno.

-Uvěznění v pasti vášní…. Splněno, jsem uvězněn v Tobě, měl jsem celou dobu před sebou Tvou fotku.

-Prožívat vlastní pudy jako tvůrčí energii. Splněno.

-Nevědomé sítě moci a závislosti… Nemůžu posoudit, ….NEVĚDOMÉ- to víš jen Ty. Ale ano, máš mne ve své moci, ano, jsem na Tobě závislý.

Samozřejmě jsem nevybral vše, co karta představuje….ale je to ..jiné, vytáhnout ze 78 karet zrovna trumfového Ďábla, bylo to….ďábelské !

A jdu poslechnout , co jsme s Pavlem vykouzlili…..další heslo z knihy výkladů bylo- Černá magie.

Splněno….,co je magie, co jsou kouzla a zaklínadla , než slova, psaná nebo pronesená nahlas ?

Seléné pobídla koně. Selene spurred the horse.

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Nicolas Poussin: Selene and Endymion
Seléné pobídla koně. Nahráno ve Studiu Shaark, ve Bzenci.
Selene spurred the horse.

Lubomír Tomik

 The moon bit through the Earth
 he left a cheese hole so big in it,
  that all the locomotives of the World passed through it
 with purple roses on the front bumpers,
 they pounded with their silent silhouettes of the chimneys of Santa Fe,
 remnants of communist ,coquetters ,continents

  Europe disappearing in smoke and hissing sparks sparks sparks sparks sparks sparks sparks
  body
 they are stored in their positions of mortality
 you stroke their faces
 they lie down and cover them with dust

 open me and take my beating heart in your hands
 massage him with a fist
 try to revive me

 Selene spurred the horse.
 Both Dioscuri smiled.
From collections of my poems Dinner at Minski / 2016/

I saw in Number 1.A. /For You /

Number 1.A by Jackson Pollock /1948 /
I saw in number 1.A. Read and Recorded in Studio Shaark Bzenec. For You.
I saw in Number 1A.

Lubomír Tomik

 Through a crevice in the fist in Figure 1A
 I saw:

 Cheshire Cat and outlines of whales
 the body of a shipwrecked ant lifted
 hedges of the French coast
 contours of the breast in the middle
 wolf eyes mainly two rifles for rats
 pea pods falling to the ground during autumn
 legs of an eighteen-year-old figure skater after training
 coated with gear oil
 on the upper left welcoming the citizens of the tragedy
 bamboo from the pomegranate forests
 fake geisha as in Japanese paintings
 he stands by the river and discusses the long lines of ink for a long time
 head of a laughing old man from the mountain
 legions stretching through a snowy pass
 Black Panther God
  Pope with butterfly wings
 man with mirror hair
 owls crooked
 couch on which sits a Chinese porcelain doll
 fish with an open mouth sitting staring at you
 statue of a napoleonic soldier
 one-eyed dog creeping in the grass
 two figures in animal furs pressed infinitely together
 a pile of fallen broken red heels,

 I saw through the crack in my fist
 in Number 1.A.
From the ,,Večeře u Minského a jiné básně /2016/

Crowleyho osobní kocourek. Crowley’s personal boy.

Alesteir Crowley
Recorded in Studio Shaark, Bzenec. From collectionsof poem Dinner at Minski´s /2016/
Crowley's personal boy.

Lubomír Tomik

 how many ice floes in the shape of protozoa,
 swaying on the freezing stream of the river,       probably february,
 dripping condensed breath,

 how much blood flows in the veins,
 how many generations of the unborn pass through the vas deferens.

 On the side of the road,
 protruding intestin,
 eyes full of tears ,
 cat fur coat embedded in asphalt road.

 Crowley's personal,
 rusty boy.

Pátrám po Veronice Lakeové. I’m looking for Veronica Lake.

On the cover of my collection of poems is Veronica Lake and this is where a poem from and about her and about You and for You, my love.

And again….

Doporučuji první poslech VE SLUCHÁTKÁCH. Ideálně přitom zavřít oči.

I recommend first listening IN HEADPHONES. Ideally close your eyes.

I’m looking for Veronica Lake. Read and recorded in Studio Shaark Sound engineer Pavel … is a magician. For the first time, I heard it out loud, as I intended the poem.

I'm looking for Veronica Lake.

Lubomir Tomik

 I will crush a thin one hundred and fifty-one inches in my arms,
 even though I don't really know Her, I'm looking for Her.

 In the back alleys full of paper bags from cheap alcohol,
 in the trunks of abandoned cars,     
 cars squirting at night,
 in incinerators full of flesh of Ethiopian tiger meat,
 in the middle of pine forests.

 The last path leads over the ridge,
 through that rattling pile of bones.

 I'm looking for Veronica Lake,
 I'm taming,
 sometimes it's better
 when it's like this.

I eat Ezra Pound at breakfast. U snídaně se zalykám Ezrou Poundem.

I eat Ezra Pound at breakfast. Recorded in Studio Shaark, Bzenec.
I eat Ezra Pound at breakfast.

Lubomír Tomik

 at breakfast I swallow Ezra Pound and the metric system of rail poetry
 at breakfast I swallow hot coffee with milk sprinkled with a drop of hysteria

 I take off the gravedigger 's socks
 I take off the watery brioche

 I'm cutting down,
  falling to the heat of Your fireplace,
                                                          strike out with a match,

 I disappear,

 I will disappear with thousands of sparks,
 inside You.
From the ,,Večeře u Minského and other poems “ / 2016/

Jeď zlehka. Pro Tebe. Take it easy. For you.

Jeď zlehka. Pro Tebe. Take it easy. For you. Recorded in Shaark Studio, Bzenec.
Take it easy, girl.   /For You/

 This is how he imagines the first settlers,
 a mixture of troubadours and fools,
 right hand carelessly caught with the thumb

 face with meteor scars
 burning like him

 ride lightly, girl
 ride lightly

 the path is littered with the remains of the eyes

 ride lightly girl
 ride lightly

 the road turns to Night

 This is how you imagine your first lovers,
 a mixture of shapes and superciliary arches,
 right hand carelessly hairy over the thumb,
 face full of smiles of saber-toothed tigers,

 nothing has changed
 nothing has changed
 nothing has changed

 ride lightly, girl
 ride lightly

 as long as it goes
 it won't be like that forever.
Poem is from collection Večeře u Minského /2016/ a je pro Tebe.

U stolu Loly Montez. At Lola Montez’s table. Tohle…je pro Tebe. It’s the best thing I’ve ever done, this is for You.

Natočeno ve studiu Shaark a je to to nejlepší, co jsem kdy udělal, tohle…je pro Tebe.

Recorded in the Shaark studio and it’s the best thing I’ve ever done, this is for You.

Doporučuji první poslech VE SLUCHÁTKÁCH. Ideálně přitom zavřít oči.


I recommend first listening IN HEADPHONES. Ideally close your eyes.

Joseph Karl Stieler-Lola Montez1847.jpg
Lola Montez

I recommend first listening IN HEADPHONES. Doporučuji první poslech ve sluchátkách.Opravdu.

U stolu Loly Montez.
 At Lola Montez's table.

Lubomír Tomik

 And the girl who is Lola Montez said that evening:
 -I don't understand what you're writing.-

 I looked into her eyes
 and suddenly I saw her walking down the autumn street
 dressed in a coat of sad smiles
 snuggled into her thoughts
 unknowingly digs up the infested leaves
 which then rises around her and swirls
  as if in the eye of a

 hurricane

 beautiful
 will count the prematurely coming darkness
 lightning flashes on the island of Pharos
 unique and charming.

 What it's like to live in the dreams of teenage boys
 contemplating on Beauty?


Natočeno ve studiu Shaark a je to to nejlepší, co jsem kdy udělal, tohle…je pro Tebe.

Nahrávání ve Studiu Shaark dokončeno.

Paul Speckmann dnes ve Studio Shaark dokončil nahrávání vokálů pro připravované album, na němž spolupracuje s Rogga Johansson – Encyclopaedia Metallum: The Metal Archives (metal-archives.com) . Mohl jsem být u toho:

Opravdu neuvěřitelný zážitek, být u vzniku hudebního alba. Být při tom. Hudba Mr.Johanssona je velmi povedená, skvěle se doplňuje s Paulovými texty, s jeho zpěvem. Titulní píseň ,,Beneath the bleeding sky “ je , jak jsem již několikrát napsal, pecka překračující hranice žánrů. Stejně tak ostatní skladby.

Díky, Paule , za nevšední zážitek.

Přeji Vám , ať je album posluchači dobře přijato, ať si najde tu správnou cestu k lidem. Nejsme všichni jen Pokusná morčata v lidské formě, jak zní název hitového songu z alba, jdeme si za svými sny, rveme se o každou minutu, o každou píď země, o každý okamžik. Co jiného v podělané Covidové době zbývá . Nahrávání je dokončeno.

Pro mne pobyt ve Studio Shaark teprve začne, chci v něm zkusit nahrát svou poezii, pro Tebe, dívko, ale to až někdy jindy, nyní proběhne závěrečný mastering ve Švédsku a za několik týdnů bude album na světě.

Poslech doporučuje Mr. Speckmann!