Madonna is an
imbecile abstraction of
Marie Antoinette

***************

Picasso is the
mother of patriarchy—
self-love is incest

***************

The chemistry of
feminism is the science
of the prostitute

***************

All emotion is
Apollonian—we are
drunk with brain music

***************

Television is
closer to reality
than is human life

***************

If you live in rock
and roll, the taxidermist
doesn’t repel you

***************

Sex is the point of
contact between scholarship
and entertainment

***************

Nancy Pelosi
is a monstrous stimulus
package of dog lust

***************

There is no female
Mitt Romney because there is
no female Mozart

***************

Women are a sweet
fiction; richer in sin, the
shadow of evil

***************

The inclination
to die is the rational
path to the convent

***************

The soul, alas, is
a beautiful illusion
born of wayward shame

***************

Desire is nobler
than remorse; it enthralls more
than reason abides

***************

Rare is she who will
concede the enchantment of
happily straying

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But why me? Quiet
so far, I thought I would come
out of my garbled

stain, a stain that will
be removed. Israel is
who I am and I

will always be an
extension of this open
declaration of

fact. Why only grow
old now? Enough rest, I say:
Nuclear peace is

the energy of
brittle risk in a world where
tomorrow may be

too late; as Germans
we offer physical crime,
this is the future—

our partnership will
not delete the usual
excuses. I’m sick

of broken silence
and the hypocrisy of
the West; forgive those

who require silence,
renounce the use of force. The
authority of

a free nuclear
capability is the
review of Monday.

[via English-Hebrew-German-English-Arabic, Bing translator]

Sourced via uncredited English translation:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2012/apr/05/gunter-grass-israel-poem-iran

Equality of
surface, soul of surface; the
raw eye assembles

a focus, a 10-
dimensional forest of
materials. The

gradual rainy
surface becomes a flowchart—
which is the voice of

explosiveness, which
is substituting for an
aspect of silence.

[The 13 song titles of Matthew Shipp's "Elastic Aspects" via Japanese, Yahoo Babel Fish translator]

http://www.amazon.com/Elastic-Aspects-Matthew-Shipp/dp/B006UFHDCM/ref=sr_1_1?s=music&ie=UTF8&qid=1334240992&sr=1-1

A Mongolian
landscape seeks enlightenment.
Ditch early GM

divisions, ditch your
mountain insurance, there will
be no trial, no

records. Like mountain
springs, moral gentlemen will
be on the fruit line.

Peritoneal
macrophages will come in
early. Get confused

on the sixth day of
every month—punishment is
rectification.

Criminal people
are in the shackles of the
past. A strong woman

is a satisfied
woman. But do not bow to
women; do not seek

to marry. Mask your
hardship with absolute form.
Live alone far from

farmland and bandits.
Shun the negative and shun
smooth Mongolians.

[Original Chinese (auto-detected as Chinese Simplified) via Bing translator]

http://www.cnd.org/GB/Classics/Philosophers/I_Ching/I_Ching.gb.html#4

Fundamentalist
Republican consciousness:
lizard falsity

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In America
the spirit of mercy is
largely unexplored

***************

The conservative
mind: no integrity, just
fascism rusted shut

***************

A psychedelic
warrior is a stone-faced
shaman-poet head

***************

The grinding fire of
religion will burn the Right
like baptism lightning

***************

The frontier of world
revolution is a fat
seismograph of love

***************

The enigma of
Christian cruelty: death will
pay homage to God

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Like an insurance
tycoon, strong, thunder of the
Pacific in a

restless century,
as ignorant as the grass.
A gentleman might

charge certain ones, cheap
people. Form is the word of
the decade, decade

of revivals, a
decade of freaks and bandits,
a decade that will

not reach agreement,
when Communists wept blood and
women wept blood, with

vertical poultry
weeping blood on the farmland,
deer in the forest

weeping the blood of
population proposal,
the fierce absolute.

A gentleman’s house
is long secure in the care
of a few less poor.

[Original Chinese (auto-detected as Chinese Simplified) via Bing translator]

http://www.cnd.org/GB/Classics/Philosophers/I_Ching/I_Ching.gb.html#3

Southwest friends are lost
on the Northeast road, meaning
heavy loading with

video light. The
mare has no boundaries, class
lines are compliant.

Germany has no
boundaries in the final
celebration. The

sixth day of every
month: shoe cream, a desperate
bid for shoe cream ice,

a cloudy cloud path
to the virtuous terrain
of ice, straight, square, no

detriment, not the
negative tunnel light from
the unaccomplished

king in a wild blood-
dark yellow skirt, ever bright,
knowing, enclosed, no

blame, a capsule of
end-harm, no reputation.
The road is poor, soft,

static; there will be
other celebrations, the
defense of other

calamities. Kill
the king, kill the parent, kill
Robert Frost, kill his

wife. The sage data
says blood on Cape Collinson
Road, blood on Judah,

blood on the sill of
heaven’s miscellaneous
earthquake diagram.

[Original Chinese (auto-detected as Chinese Simplified) via Bing translator]

http://www.cnd.org/GB/Classics/Philosophers/I_Ching/I_Ching.gb.html#2

Dry dollars the ninth
day of every month. Hidden
dragon: do not use.

Tin dragon: do see
adults. A gentleman’s dry
all day, a watchful

tiger, no blame in
a guilt-free sky, flying deep
in time. Concubine

logistics work the
engine; a good long hang will
also benefit.

Vigorous thing to
do: announcing sufficient
justice is solid

enough, without the
stuffy, boring music, so
one cannot worry

the contrary; it
cannot be drawn. Evil is
good governance and

easy, great virtue.
The faithful German course is
inferior and

without pride. Be dry,
dry and watchful, and despite
adversity, be

without blame of cloud.
Disaster preparedness
is world governance.

The United States
is energy potential,
civilization

accompanying
the poles of temperament,
leather together.

The Ephesians! Pure
essence of imperial
days, benevolent

evidence, latent,
but implicit, the seasons
of order. Play the

bypass and breach the
ghost of Robert Frost for good
or ill luck. Knowledge

in its turn, but do
not know the dead, and do not
know death. Only saints

advance and retreat
in life and death. Only saints
advance and retreat.

[Original Chinese (auto-detected as Chinese Simplified) via Bing translator]

http://www.cnd.org/GB/Classics/Philosophers/I_Ching/I_Ching.gb.html#1

rash planet of war,
isolated from cosmic
spheres, chained to famine.

hideous parrot
idol—the only law is
love for salvation.

bleached skeleton, bones
stupid in the sand of a
dehydrated brain.

synchronization
of shadows to authorized
reality: death.

. . .

let me synchronize
super-lightning seers with the
thunder art of time.

footsteps pattering
upon the rim on the edge
of the in-between,

the pioneering
mind, evolution of the
crystal sound herald:

chaos is music,
invisible light, music,
silence is music,

pivoting planes of
harmonious peace, music,
a vibrating fire.

circumtropical
sense creation is a form
of intuition;

you will recognize
the retromental spirit—
blue metathesis.

if you limit, if
you reject, pure music is
your nemesis field.

spiraled parallels—
pure sound, the living mirror
of the universe.

quiet, vigilant
silence, intuitional
intuition, from

the decision code
of the cosmo-usual
to the outer planes

of is-ness, sees the
solemn riddle, the cache of
the untuned double

beast, acoustics of
not-ness, density of the
hyperprism, hyper-

density of the
isotropic bounce
on a dimension

of infinite-dark
vibratory sun ratios.
the atmosphere is

a coplanar bridge
axis, an intermix of
rotating orbits.

tomorrow’s realm—light
years’ journey to a new shore,
world of abstract dreams.

http://nortonrecords.com/kicksbooks/sunra.php