Pro Filipa Topola.

https://cs.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filip_Topol

U hrobu Filipa Topola, na Olšanském hřbitově v Praze, jsem 30.6.21 něco slíbil, dnes slib plním, snad by se Ti Filipe má krátká báseň líbila.

Nahrávka je z bzeneckého Studia Shaark http://www.shaark.cz/ .

Jmenuje se ,,Na hubičku je čas vždycky, pomyslela si Lulu “ a je ze sbírky ,,Večeře u Minského a jiné básně “ z roku 2016.

Lyrics: https://midianpoet.com/2021/02/22/the…

Odpočívej v pokoji, Filipe.

Ve Studiu Shaark je práce hotova…

…zatímco včera nad Uherským Hradištěm zuřila tahle bouře/ foto L.T. / dnes nahrával Paul Speckmann poslední song s pracovním názvem ,,Calm before the Storm “ pro jeho chystané album, jak příhodné.
Ve Studio Shaark se začalo s úsměvem.
GO!

Paul pro své fanoušky přichystal několik nečekaných překvapení, jeho práce s hlasem je obdivuhodná. Vyzkoušel prakticky všechny odstíny svého hlasu , není to black metal, všechno není smrtelně vážné, fanoušci to jistě ocení, znovu- je to album pro všechny, kteří se otevřou hudbě, textům a je to možná více než kdy jindy, přístupné všem.

Dobrá práce!

Prássssskkkkkkk! /Foto ze včerejší noci L.T./

A mě se dnes ve Studio Shaark splnily dva sny.

První, být u prakticky celého tvůrčího procesu vzniku rockového alba, možnost být v zákulisí a bylo to ještě úžasnější, než jsem čekal.

Druhý, splnil se a…ukáže čas. We will see. Ale, YES. Chci Ti říct, že to byla jízda

a díky, Paule !

One Word in Studio Shaark !

Recorded today with Paul Speckmann and sound engineer Pavel Hlavica on session in Studio Shaark , great experience today for me and…and something very special and exceptional has happened, but about that next time, who wants to come in for a while and see how Paul Speckmann is working on recording a new album, this is maybe three minutes but … it’s hours of his hard work, You are welcome!

You Know, A Thing About A Shark…

..its THE Studio Shaark… a dnes…,,Budeme potřebovat větší loď ! “ řekl náčelník Brody Quintovi v Čelistech a ráno

…řekl Paul Speckmann , před nahráváním dvou dalších songů, pro jeho chystané album. Bylo úplně jiné než obvykle, ať hudebně či textově, myslím, že fandové budou velmi příjemně překvapeni a mají se na co těšit ! Chvílemi jsem byl…v šoku…jak moc bylo dobré…něco úplně , ale úplně …neotřelého ,netypického a vynikajícího !

Každá návštěva ve Studiu je úplně jiná, žádná z nich nebyla stejná, Paul přichází s novými a novými nápady…

„All This Machine Does Is Swim, And Eat, And Make Little Sharks.“ řekl Hooper v Čelistech….ovšem…

,, All This Paul Does is Sing, And Write And Make Songs and Music !!!!“

in…Studio Shaark !!!!

Několik půlnočních slov…

…neříkal jsem , že bych pro TEBE udělal všechno ?

Tady Ti posílám zvukový dárek…učím se stříhat slova, pořád a znova, nahrál jsem teď v noci pro Tebe text Amstrongovi písně ,, What a wonderful world „, vystřihl z nich a uložil jednu sloku , kde jsou slova :

Poetry cover of Louis Amstrong.

..protože se mi Louis plete do života…proč ne ?

Batoh už viděl kus světa, byl na zajímavých místech, potkal zajímavé lidi, všechno jen díky Tobě, tady jsou spolu s Louisem ve Studiu Shaark

Proč Ti nemůžu poslat tohle, proč bych nemohl , i když to asi nikdy neuslyšíš…posílám Ti …pár slov.

Několik půlnočních slov.

One super hot minute in Studio Shaark…

..in Bzenec, Czech republic, where Paul Speckmann recorded songs for his new project yesterday and I managed to capture … this transformation … the perfect Dr. Jekyll and Mr.Hyde!

Winner is the music and art and life!

Thanks for being able to be there,Paul !

One man army Paul Speckmann…

…ve Studio Shaark dnes nahrával tři songy do svého nového projektu.

Znovu jsem se mohl spolu s ním a zvukovým inženýrem Pavlem Hlavicou ponořit do oceánu slov, nápadů, melodií a mysli, znovu se potápět zvukem ke dnu a lovit perly, dnes to bylo obzvláště vyjímečné.

Nahrávaly se tři songy.

První, Sick carnival je velmi netradiční, plný překvapení, v jednom momentě to bylo jako by spolu s námi ve studiu byla smečka vrčících ďáblů!

U nahrávání druhého songu, zatím bez názvu , bylo vidět jak se pomalu vyvíjí a mění…až pět zvukových stop Paulova hlasu zcela proměnilo samotnou hudbu, Paul zmáčkl pěst a najednou byl z kousku uhlí diamant.

Nahrávání třetího songu jsem měl to štěstí strávit s Paulem uvnitř nahrávací místnosti.

Gratuluji Paulovi k dobře odvedené práci, One man army bojuje do posledního dechu, nevzdává se!

V dálce lampa na pobřeží.

In the distance a lamp on the shore.

Read and recorded once For You Studio Shaark

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In the distance a lamp on the shore.

 
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







For You, my Love.

Vzhůru do Pyramidy ! Uvidíme , co se může stát !

Ostrov Mnoha Jazyků /Video/ . Pro Tebe.

Čtení poezie pro Tebe, ve Felixově sále bývalé Jezuitské koleje v Uherském Hradišti.

Napsáno pro Tebe.

Lyrics and picture : https://midianpoet.com/2021/06/07/ost…

Děkuji:

D.O. za spolupráci,

vstřícné a milé zaměstnankyni Informačního centra Uherské Hradiště pro mládež http://www.icm.uh.cz/ ,

Paulu Speckmanovi https://speckmetal.net/ for inspiration in the use of the spoken words,

a Pavlovi ze Studia Shaark http://www.shaark.cz/ za to, že mne naučil JAK stříhat zvuk, když jsem ho mohl pozorovat při práci.

Snad se Ti ,,Ostrov Mnoha Jazyků“ bude líbit.

…and lyrics in english for my friends in distant countries, you know , its for you too, thanks.

An Island of Many Languages.

Lubomír Tomik

Lived on the Island of Many Languages,
through and through crucified,
adult,
arboreal,
hidden in the leaf,

with a secret passion for wood,
 laughed for a while,  cried for a while,
with a secret passion for nails,

before the waves of green flooded him again
looked noble,
consecrated,
faintly,

cruel disillusionment under the guise of masculinity on the cross of the Island of Many Languages,
lost in Never and Nowhere,
time was just in the eye blink,
the nails are rusted, the wood is embraced by a worm,
he was suddenly a disappointed romantic

fell into various traps in the garden,

on the Island of Many Languages,
plaiting parrots shouted his name and he was
lonely intoxicated by the endless echo,

when I inscribed in Your body with my tongue,
the most beautiful alphabet. 

Put him in a shallow grave.

Read and recorded For You once in Studio Shaark i read poem from the ,,Dinner at Minski´s“ /2016/

Put him in a shallow grave.

Lubomír Tomik




put him down
  to a shallow grave

dusty dogs feel easy prey
put him down
  to a shallow grave

under the sky swept by the painter's brush into red
put ME down

to a shallow grave 

Soft words about the end.

Read and recorded for You once in Studio Shaark , behind glass is sound engineer Pavel Hlavica…echoes on end of the poem is his work, thanks.
Words.

Soft words about the end.

Lubomír Tomik

You're hovering over an ice field,
silent scars cut into the body of the snow

  I haven't known you in a long time,
blood drew soft words in the snow
about the end,

suddenly You are everywhere
and the story begins. 

from the ,, Dinner at Minski´s and other poems / 2O16 /

A child from behind the oven.

Read and recorded For You once in Studio Shaark , my love, from collections of poems with You on the front page… THE Name of THE Beauty. Behind the glass is sound engineer Pavel.
The baby from behind the oven.

/according to an old Irish legend /

Lubomír Tomik

The baby from behind the oven,
the baby is not mine

the baby from behind the oven,
teeth of appreciation

which Devil exchanged you for me,
which Goblin took the handle

and a little elf behind the furnace,
 didn't even dare with fear .
Changeling – Wikipedia

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/