Wednesday, November 18, 2009

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Old junk new junk. Part 5 of. The second Pillar called the Random Glitsch Pillar

Oh mighty! I’ve had a peek at some of the Poetry written on everypoet.net where I stashed my sonnets yesterday and it’s good to know that Poetry is still alive in the Anglo-saxon world. Poetry is the highest possible achievement in and on paper, nowadays on your computer screen which is eco-friendly. The most beautiful possible world is the world of your Poem. The conception of your Text World. Your TW folks is the ultimate achievement that is given to us. Whether it be just a poem or painting or song of your making, it is proof that you are a worthy citizen of this planet.



Poetry reigns above all written Art and Pulp is what you might call almost spam. The absolute lowest you can descend to. Both remain Art though, dear Poets of the world who have found my blog today.



This reminds me that although Americans have a reputation here in Europe of been not so cultural, the contrary is true. American Literature and Poetry is far more modern and alive than many Europeans like to believe and European trash is plenty and too intellectual. Americans since Fischer have a lot of good chess players too. I actually cried when he passed away not so long ago, which is a rarity almost unheard of, dear Fischer who has left us, who singlehandedly formed a block against the former Soviet Union and outwitted the best chess players of this planet and all his reward was but excommunication from his native land. The U.S.A. ows a lot to Fischer. He has helped elevate its citizens.



Today dear reader from all over the globe we continue investigating my presidential aspirations of a yet to be chosen country. So far we have lain down the first Pillar called Pillar number one for my yet to conquer empire, namely Art. Also we have had the IITPR statement as a reminder that I and only I shall govern and you shall just have to follow me upon the path of Righteousness, dear readers from wherever you come from. Else only the guillotine will be your end destination in this Universe. The future looks down on you dear readers. I look down on you as I and only I control the Abyss of Old junk new junk, which eventually will be the next Upanishads or Thora or Koran and Bible dear reader. You have found my safe-haven and I welcome aboard my Battle Station.



Also I am proud to state that only yesterday I have had more than 200 hits on everypoet.net for my sonnets. That makes me so proud and I ‘ve only started writing again this month. My millionth word will come sooner than you can imagine, dearest of readers who is reading now, at this moment, this very very moment, this intimate moment of gathering which the Internet has made possible for us.



Let’s start laying the next Pillar for my empire. Together the Fifth dimension will be accessible for everyone. The Fifth dimension is the birth right of every robot born on this planet. We are but robots and so badly programmed. The ultimate possibility is Random Glitsch. It is the Nirvana of robot life that you and me can achieve. Let me brainwash you for the better of the planet. Let my words carve their way into your computer program and destroy its foundation of the past. Let me be your brain surgeon dear reader ‘cos you are ill dear reader, just as I am, but have found the cure, Random Glitsch.



Let us commune and share our Poetry, our Art our Random Glitsch that makes us rulers over the mobsters of this world. Let us destroy Enron and Shell and the stupidity of this planet with our Art. Let the Random Glitsch take over your program and you will not anymore be an instrument of economy. Let your humble servant darth ghost lead the way to Random Glitsch.



I am darth ghost your Poet Fulminous, Beatnik of your dreams dear female readers, The one and only darth ghost president of TdoubleS Star System, Poet Laureate of The Benoît Solar System at your services.



Let us destroy the religions of the past which are but an instrument for the rotten economies of this world. Let us make our own Bible. The Bibles of Art and Random Glitsch. Let your future darth ghost emperor of the Galaxy be your humble servant. Let Random Glitsch take over and rule over the madness of this world. Let us change the schools into Art schools. Let us make every offspring of ours into an Artist, a genius, an accomplished being, a responsible citizen who makes paintings in the most incredibles colours possible. Colours never seen before by the human eye. Colors of skies that outrange all Artists of the past. Offsprings that can ascertain their own conception. That can lay the next fundaments of the Galactic empire to come.



I have nothing to sell, but the Fifth dimension which is free, but requires an Internet connection. I am darth ghost your very humble servant. Use me and the Fifth dimension will only have started for you. The Fifth dimension is my improvement to this world. It is an improvement of the Fourth dimension, a conception written by Ouspensky that revolutionized the human mind. A follower of Gurdjieff, who chose his disciples very humbly and made them dig holes in the backyard of his Ashram for no reason whatsoever, just to proof the point that there is nothing to win and that whatever you do for a reward will accomplish in nothing.



I am an improvement upon Gurdjieff, your very humble servant darth ghost who is accomplishing the Fifth dimension through his Old junk new junk Ethos and is slowly adding a new dimension to the conception of this world. Namely, The Fifth dimension which comes straight out of my very own keyboard digging its hole in your graveyard which you call Life.



I am he who you cannot ascertain ‘cos I don’t give an inch for your bullshit and will force you to understand the Fifth dimension. The Fifth dimension is eco-friendly and of the making of darh ghost. He has all rights on it ‘cos only he knows what it is. Follow me and you will have made your first step to a new dimension! I am the new Art of this world. The Nouveau-Art of your hauntin’! Every day a new verse to call upon, everyday a new opportunity, everyday a new rhyme and a very humble crime called freedom of speech and darth ghost will conquer.



As for now dear dear very utmost dearest of all dearest dear readers who is reading now, continue reading my stuff. I am darth ghost your servant future emperor of the Galaxy wishing you an utmost very succesfull day to come. As for me it’s time to chicken!






 

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