Martin Heiddeger

praktisch gesehen ist carmen und maria der perfekte zweidimensionale uebelmensch 

mit den spitzen ohren ins gepaeck gestopft

sie ist poetischer als dein geld und realer als privaten leben als fleisch und blut und schatten

henne und ei hier und da als ob sie aus dem nichts erschien

ja die frauen werden erfolgreich sein wo die maenner gescheitert 

sind und umgekehrt es stimmt ich mag ein paar probleme aber sie machen mir nur staerker

die angst vor dem aussterben kommt ploetzlich und bringt 

eine gute atmosphaere von heiligkeit mit

soll aber das extasiland noch einmal in die 

naehe des schwarzen lochs finden dann muss 

es zuvor lernen im namenlosen zu existieren 

heute abend verspreche ich euch reden wir 

nicht ueber die meine neue persoenlichkeit

extasiland muss in gleicher weise sowohl die 

verfuehrung durch einen geist als auch 

die ohnmacht der vergesslichkeit erkennen und dergleichen 

nun das macht jezt nichts mehr aus weil ich sowieso bald sterbe 

oder werde wieder sterben das haben sie vielleicht gelesen und ich werd mir was 

runter saelben in klarem englisch deswegen spiele ich nur elektrische musik

ahoy ahoy bin derjenige der ins jonglierte feuer der freiheit geworfen wird

 (from The Lost Society: comments on the works of carmen by bizet)

Martin Heiddeger

Said and done. 

Tomorrow I accidentally said Extasiland and the day before yesterday Im walking 

already through towns more specifically through its cellblocks among that life on 

 The holy fathers havent been to fix the problem.

Well Extasiland is something that could be very painful but tkankfully cant seem to fire 

out any alphabetic lava.

However on the spot theres always something that breaks something for us to break 

very essence. Delusion isnt worth the trouble.

Those are my first words that come to mind on this joyous occasion: 

1. an 

2. eneffective

3. pomp 

4. mercury 

5. running

6. on 

7. beeswax

Any serious embarrassment is simplicity itself.

And it is in the form of cylindrical codes or chimneys, thats what Im saying, so some 

serious codes that are easy to get into but there is no way out without a ring of giant electromagnets in your pocket.

Something distinctive but indefined, a huge empty with beautiful ruined homes with 

disappeared societies, evaporated ruines and so on.

What country I am in tell my eyes while my mind is telling me quite the opposite. 

In this case it can normally inferred that a country that has not existed for two thousand 

years is still very much alive and has a good time both for the internal developments in 

my eyes and for its partners: mind-brain-literature and so on.

Now Im sticking my hand in my pocket squeezing my balls but maybe a little later Ill 

put almost as well my fingers in my mouth who knows.

For now I have to make a formal statement: you see there is a very great difference 

between nothing and nothingness but I dont make it because this isnt interesting to 

anyone and no ones interested in your mouth except a few types of the wormholes.

And of my enemies of course.

According to them Im standing in the future and I havent done anything right.

Okay they may have a point and I cant fucking remember still Id like to cover all the 

bases, countries, houses, ruines and so on.

Excuse me but I still remember walking for example on the moon.

After I got back from the nothing & nothingness where I had been all night promised 

me new life and new body with me: I had eyes and couldnt see I had mouth an couldnt 

talk about it.

A stretch of nothing made of unspeakables and ineffabilities.

All the necessary conditions for a resounding failure were in place including divine approval, 

fair weather and so on.

So I know that I found a drilled walnut from the balkan 

fairytales with the inside gone originally.

This is my goddamn past crawling all over me breathing down my neck.

Fates finally giving me a second chance, said I.

And also then at the beginning I thought it was a message or some sort of vision from 

Gordon A. Pyme the knight of my woeful countenance.

He and only he was in the habit of exploiting garbage with joy and behold a giant worm 

came out of it like a superheated steam of evil.

The worm was wearing a black shirt and his grandfathers electromagnet around the neck.

And through the black holes of his black shirt you could contemplate yourself 

contemplating the streets of Baltimore as they were at the time of Project Manhattan.

Right there people walk upside down with high speed trains and pencils in the eyes.

They need to recognise one another as individuals but are to few.

Arent even succcessful in keeping the appearance of look but everything is possible if 

you want it enough although Baltimore is in a whole different place.

Despite the obvious intellectual understanding if you stare properly youll glimpse Gordon 

into a stove tumbling drugged and gassed a model of care-commitment and total delight.

Do you know what I remember most ?

The nuts internal mechanisms and some bubble blood turned into rainwater for the bath.

I also remember asking Gordon like a shotgun guano in the  mouth when he came first into 

my eyes.

Of course I do I am me if you can imagine something  me so little  you know what 

Im saying at the peak of my manhood but Im not myself right ?

And with these slimy words got out of his belly an another bad nut wrapped in a napkin of 

a black witer light. 

Look at that, Martin, I thought to myself, there are countries where single nuts just 

give rise to a variety of doubts. 

And in the vacuum opening a cheap wig sat crouched there was 

a hysterical hormone crazy one.

The posture looked exactly like Foulkners position when he was starting to get into folk 

dances at the age of creative maturity.

Do you want to see it ?  She copied his every piece of paper she could find. Every gesture, every comma and so on. Everything is possible if you want it enough, right ?

said the conqueror worm and with his pink toenails has really lifted the wigs spirits up to one tenth of a degree.

You tell him cause me he doesnt believe and in fact nobody else believes you its over anyway, said the worm to a wig already starting to writhe and shush in pain. 

She looked nice and quiet and stunk like a dead dog that caught a car and I would want to 

see her figure in profile to see if her acid stink keeps up the same level of charm.

It was around that time that I noticed the wig was not a copy of Foulkners mouvement. No absolutely not. This wig was mimicking Gordon and mimicking me and was speaking the 

words that were coming out of my mouth. She went on and on and still had any idea what 

she was talking about.

Well yes it has all been arranged with a view to accelerating of my emergence and 

for my developments. Im sure Ill just say definitive sentences and Ill just tell you heavenly things,  said the wig and its curly locks was black as corn while Gordon with his toenail scrowned her in the pate and was trying to pushing it from behind in my direction.

Im not myself, said the wig.

I feel Ive heard this story once before, said I.

Yes but only now you can hear the reality up until now a sick fantasy was, naivete, 

the flood, black doves and so on, said the wig.

This her is the spitting image of William Foulkner which is stronger than Pyme, William Wordwords and so on, said the worm been festering in our relations.

Im from Komostenytown not from Baltimore, 

said the wig and kept on speaking on her own:

And you come at me with your foolihness. Future and the future and so on. What are you breaking my balls for ? Can it be true that the future is very needy but instead our past waiting for us open-hearted. Behold the only sure thing I do know if you go by trips and so on. 

Incidentally I dont know if you realise but im not talking. No. sir not at all.  Im leaving a graceful mess behind. You should see me out of these crazy clothes. My grandfather was a magnet for repolarization in Cayro and grandma was even more excited. I was in the winds on the lifeboat and Ive recieved global applause including praises from the biggest nonexistent names in Santiago de Chile, Berlin, Freiburg im Breisgau, Buzău, Japan and so on.

Actually if you really want to know Im too lazy to put something wood on your stake.

To be fair my Foulkner is smarter than your John Huss: 

The Foulkner is dancing to the end of dance but John is burning to the end of end. Its all a question of technique, a matter of international cultural pride. 

Let me explain how it went.

The said Huss was my grandfather in Extasiland with the electromagnet around his neck. At the play of execution knelt down was burning on a very low flame. So he prayed aloud wood and straw piled up to his neck with the electromagnet of which he was not aware.

And in the heat of the moment an old woman I mean my excited grandma came to the stake in baby steps and said: 

„I cant wait for your body to cook”.

That was the darkly poetic moment that without hesitation she started breaking his bones and eating them up. 

Well it looks like unlike some people my grandma was a master of body language thats all.

 (from The Lost Society: comments on the works of carmen by bizet)

Cesare Paese

come ho gia dichiarato negli ultimi ricordi ho lasciato i miei orribili

occhiali in macchina con il finestrino semichiuso dai miei stessi

occhi sta guardando qualcuno nel modo sbagliato

prima di essere rosso ero verde

questa assente pianura del giordano non era stata ancora sacche

ggiata e lo sguardo non fosse stato ancora progettato dalla

tua razza per poter essere efficaci i fiori infiamma

ti devono diventare parte di me

 (from The Lost Society: comments on the works of carmen by bizet)