https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJsP2cJVYbUUNTITLED Mayakovsky (80)
I know the power of words,
I know the tocsin of words.
They are not those that make theater boxes applaud.
Words like that make coffins break out
make them pace with their four oak legs.
It happens they are thrown out,
not printed, not published.
But the word gallops, its saddle girth tightened,
it rings through the ages and trains creep nearer
to lick... poetry's toil-hardened hands.
MECCANO (80)
I wore the face of the frozen one
wasn't born, picked up life, as adopted son
heart without throb, I'm one of the mob
who fought... but never won
I am the spy as a change of attitude
load the dice, just twice, for the heart of truth
double heart without throb, I'm one of the mob
who sowe... to prostitute
I pray the crime of sensuality
give advice in lies with ability
evil heart without throb, I'm one of the mob
who sell... morality
From a conversation:
During the five year plan, one million
wagonloads of construction materials will be
supplied to this place. There where immense
metallurgy and pit coal concerns will arise
next to a city for hundreds of thousands
inhabitants.
At the furious blast furnace complex
I left skin, psycho beat and sex
lonely heart without me, you no longer have to be
cause I'm the voice of steel
I play hide and seek with metamorphoses
live straight lined several metallic poses
hole instead of heart, I belong to the part
who fake... the opposite
There are just shadows and silhouettes
turning geometrical pirouettes
hole instead of heart, now I am part
to the world of meccano
PERMANENT REVOLT (80)
Dispatched by the sheepish muzzle
of a fairy-like majority,
inside, I poisoned its bowels
Now there's only me, the minority
who lacks social comment
and grabs all its accessory
which is total-loss and bent
Liquefied I'm more than a voice
nested in your pores
but my sounds drowned, evaporated
in the smell of your colossal corse
Permanent revolt
Spitted out by the cumbersome beast
called fairy-like majority
outside, I celebrated its last whim
The survivor's me, the minority
who searches for social comrades
to rebuilt this society
after a model of soviets
Glorified I'm more than a voice
to surpass roof sirens
but my sound swelled, exploded
in the stammering of silence
I'm part of another majority
and beg for opposition
which comes from minority
that's zealous for transmission
NOTE OF A STROLL IN SPRING (80)
Ephemera, faces of one day
tangle and triumph
in summer seasons shadow play
Behind the facade man calls modesty
they're only desirous of mass sexuality
Ephemera, faces of one day
continue triumph
in summer seasons shadow play
While the pale shade of integrity
corresponds to another choreography
All of a dither, spastic and veiled
he tangos in silence
on imagined winter's sketched details
IN STILL LIFE (80)
Ambition gets numbered by decay
as the muscles of society
relax by the hour
Common sense withers in a day
while senility takes place
in-between the hours
Each minute's a chaos as in crowds
but seconds die still countable
it is confusion till finally time
paralyses, in still life
Pre history's on the watch
below zero life starts
with dying
Northern partisans remove the patch
that camouflaged
globe old crying
In that serial plot against serial life
their first breath abolishes itself
reason's exclusion of at least the mind
that chrystalises, in still life
Nova Neanderthal's device
for the straitjacket gang
comes as clockwise surprise
to the unarmed who rang out, in still life
LINKS (80)
Links don't answer to rules
of reasonableness
collected out of chain crashing ways
Links adapt new methods
in reasonableness
of acquired stain lashing days
Lines of logic
in measureless maze
connect apparent chances
with the touch of identity daze
coupled atomics
in x rated affair
read well as atonics
from a glazed stare
Links unriddle enigma of clairvoyance
per unction of stain lashing days
Links fly off at a tangent
minus target
in limitless feints of chain crashing ways
Links as silent as the grave
as common as grass
as tangible as gas
ESCAPE THE HUMAN MYTH (80)
Chained man of tomorrow
suffering from pre history stress
your bona fide prejudice
is from local incestuous point of view You're the insomniac
exploding mental frontiers
You're the maniac
to fulfill the emptiness
But all serves as counterpoise to Calvinist
bacilli, who swarm in all the nerves of your...
Family tree.
Stainless man of sorrow
choking on perpetual relics
your male fide misplaced pride
is derived from original sin
your hypochondria 'authentic ancestral disease'
welcomes amnesia to undermine prestige
But all serves as counterpoise to Calvinist
bacilli, who swarm in all the nerves of your... Family tree.
Escape the human myth.
HISTORY LANDMARKED (80)
The cortege of nobility and clergy
sets in motion slowly
on the way to the scaffold.
Their final eye's fixed on the sky
under which they lived superior
to the rabble turned rebel
that ordered them to die.
Guillotine's knife reflects grimly
the shine of a rising sun
that predicts rivers of red
heads pierced as trophy
it's a shame to be among the dead.
The Reign of Terror makes them bleed
cause the rabble needs to be fed
But the masses and the classes mix-up
so the pointed massacre turns at random.
Even leaders of the revolt are dragged into their
own ostracism, kill each other cause of pursuit
personal phantom.
But as a collective, they already consumed
the feudal web, started liberation with grandeur
at revolution's first unstable step
DISSIDENT LAMENT (80)
I'm not intent upon your schicksal
but advice to conspire
with the too protected inmates
against the chain lied, secret smiled,
favored moderates
who deprive from life all extremity
and are dead food for you and me
dead food for you and me
dead food for you and me
On Siberian sidewalks mistaken on our trail
we spit inflammatory words
dissidential, you know, unauthorized by meaning and subjectical incognito.
POSTERITY CHANT (80)
Procreated by a dilettante
product of squandered sperm
drawn from a female test-tube
I, degenerated, overgrown germ
whose atoms split simultaneously
to his internecine shouts in mime
of distort faced up facts
laid down without reason or rhyme
I grope my way through tinned fantasies
of lusts of the flesh
my instant brain will not keep
as I prepare for the fatal clash
which comes spontaneously
at my highest form of prime
as challenger of deadly fate
I'm laid down without reason of crime
Don't ignore my void
I don't ignore your corner oxygen masks...
THE CHASSIS FORCE (80)
Your cargo banditti arrived someday at twelve pm
numbers without identity, to you my love, to impregnate them
It's my apathical gesture to your nymphomanic
appeal of tip-top-tapped embryo's, seen bared in cold steel
Here comes the Chassis Force
with characters that remind old fossil hordes
Based on bodily coachwork, they live life in triple
violate human accords, that obscured reason of impulse
As copies of their own posture, they walk dogma's to socialize
in areas under degree, they remodel erotisized
Here comes the Chassis Force
with characters that remind old fossil hordes
They are called ready-mates,
hunting fleshy food and fraud
exist by no time of date,
ruminate three times what they caught
Their serial propagation can cause the modern plague
an expedition of investigation never returned
and news stayed vague
Here comes the Fossil Force
with characters that predict odd chassis hordes
ROBESPIERRE'S RE-MARX (81)
Intellectual abuse at the epoch's open end
made sure that
aristocrats knit rebelesque hands
in their Arm..., despite some sane's alarm
So that marriage between
bourgeoisie and revolutionary
made one uniformed, unisexual beast
that hoisted at least..., fringe in top
And the victory fuse
laid round the pole of next era
got lit while aestheticism and suicide copulate
as part of... romance-sans-sense
According to, aforesaid
finally two births took place,
resulted in one race:
The agitator par excellence shaped in torso.
IRON I AN EYE (79)
Nonsense drives forward in clashing blind walls
step by step on the surface of my floor
where a landscape starts and returns
I sightsee in monotony
by way of rehearsal for outdoor life
I have nothing to do with me
'cause Iron I prefer a few feet square
to live on and deliberate
upon the profit of global séances
on losing myself in reverie.
Some sense drives backwards
while talking to the wall
an Iron I for an eye
to the trotters I declared blind
where Antarctica evoked on the parquet
makes room for another image
by way of choosing for indoor life
I've to know all continental limits
iron I divide my love in a cube
get circled in my shade
with the corners as companion
we laugh echoes at any rate.
KILLROY'S TANGO (79)
We react against nature in a different way
we just have to move, we got nothing to say
imbecile time in orthopedic style
we first learn to love your dark side
Killroy was here in another season
to prove impersonality on toilet walls
Killroy is here for another reason
to mobilize orphans after alien calls
Without tragedy, we act only anti
the tango is on our side for all our pro's to hide
We're irritating tools on the mobile scene forced to limb around in moral bans
existing at a transparent screen
presenting no-male's independence
our psychopath leads to irregular pulse
represented by a shocked shadow show
only with spastic eyes you can discover that the absorbing detail is all time low
STATE.OF APPREHENSION (79)
When I get slow of apprehension
mould inflammable liquid
in the nipple of my neck
to bring me for a mental drag
then I get quick of apprehension
but the lobes of my brain
gorge any chimera
leave my level from high tension
for territory of enigma
Existing in a quixotic state
exile to eternal oddity
forgotten how to relate
I'm bombarded as victim of modesty
Yes I got quick of apprehension
but the lobes of my brain
gorge any chimera
left my level from high tension
for territory of enigma
now I have no longer apprehension
put my anointed carcass in the rain
to get my level for no tension
I gave up last mental strain
ROOM FOR TWO (80)
Some sort of strange idea
evolved infinity
ended cerebral
with loss of lust to know it all
Can't you see him now
limp minded anyhow
Intone a monody
to celebrate lack of joie de vivre
Joy of living
how can I get it back
There's no need for therapy
modify intensity
don't turn cynical
what ought to be just quizzical
Can't you see him now
a nihilist somehow
inflating tyranny
of reigning mediocrity
Don't deceive yourself
you underrate the problem of... being on your own
what you need is... room for two
THE SUGGESTIVE SLEEP (82)
There's a veiled resemblance
of that side in me
nocturnal and deceitful in its fate
practicing the problems of oblivion
reflective limbo on a golden plate
Classical illusions on a wing left spare
meaningless in outbursts all divine
It's that veiled resemblance
of that side in me
repeating faded moments back in line
Beyond these limits of an open mind
a grand illusive field of form applies
axes of convulsion in a bleeding heart
remembrance from the depths
of secret skies
Chemical solutions change the atmosphere
a whirling momentum so sublime
It's that veiled resemblance of that side in me
repeating faded moments back in time
Fictive we shared a vision on parole
the voiceless power of a silent storm.
Now the angle's shattered,
replaced by blind desire
for rest and hibernation and an end...
Between this birth and death
days multiply in solemn state
empty all the images of time passed by
reflective limbo on a golden plate.
THE MUTANT JASZ (83)
Emotive machinery
matches the cold light of day
it features the word materialized in grey
Over gloves of industry spasmodic caress
the turbulence of the world relies upon...
the mutant jasz, euro jasz, ural jasz
MARCH OF THE IRON WORKERS (82)
Armed... unknown... uneducated
the ferine force of children's horde
move marvels into practice.
A tendency tuned turmoil
a clandestine hierarchy
The vulnerable details of their infancy
give way... re-modeled structure
Our secrets fall for victory through grace
your factories are great! your factories are grey
Machinery march forward,
machinery makes sense
planned to prove a plain perception.
Machinery march forward,
machinery makes sense
planned to mortalize perfection
Heart... uneven... non-effective
amorphous thoughts in high esteem (steam)
move marvels into practice.
References to utility art
a clandestine hierarchy
our secrets fall for victory through grace
your factories are great!
your factories are grey
Machinery march forward,
machinery makes sense
planned to prove a plain perception.
Machinery march forward,
machinery makes sense
planned to mortalize perfection.
TO LIFE'S REUNION (82)
Then days appeared
to end up slow
fatigue of metals, no afterglow
caused by mental anaemia
reminiscences of the thrill
I endured before the burnt out will
I paid my heritage to life's reunion
with extended efforts running dry
despite combined
collective thought in me
Tears, tears, tears,
ironing tears
mark traces on a trained face
melt down new ideas...
fatigue of metals, mental anemia
no longer cooperative necessity
a simple case of lost identity
I paid my heritage to life's reunion
with extended efforts running dry
despite combined
collective thought in me
FACE COVER FACE (78)
Civilized citizen, in non-stop scenery
mess around till total hysteria
mass crowded kids living modern machinery
bite off their f&%$# history
Face cover face, space sucks space
plastic eats flesh, spastics need trash
Petrified scarecrows in jig-saw puzzle play
mess around till final display
mass meccano lads living modern pay off
bite off their f&%$# betray
Face cover face, space sucks space
plastic eats flesh, spastics need trash