Friday, 26 June 2026

what a beautiful name....Jahorina*

 Hot of the cool presses, soon, the best book on how even the oldschool shaman in the proper oldschool wilds,  couldnt cope with a REAL country 'child' and ran away scaredy cat ...

and i didn't like it at first but nothing else to do but persist

with it.

Now....exactly.... (I think they understood my Tolle-hate cos he did so much damage, all that pondering who the fuck am in Now.... when actually all it is is that if you really did spend your formative years even taking the cable car up the nearby hills......you are different....


The fake poet didn't write Saddeye about Lowland junkies for nothing!

 

Anyway poetry and Lingua Francas...

I doubt one could even explain to the two true genius minds, and  more perfect 'English' than anyone bought up in PAstyshire or certainly The north by Pandypanted fat lanyardists 

(that WAS interesting! the BBC occasionally has a mind even if i saw through them a decade ago as ALL smiley PAndyness is always the same, as was quite adequately covered even in Lord of The Flies....   eventually their conch will crfack and they will in respsonse gouge your flesh with the spikey bits and attempt to eat you... "... i wrote about him for a decade from up close [ so says the woman journalis] .. he was so on message just perfect smiley PAndy... and very social media savvy.....  smiley smiley good vibrations, and frequency.....  really lovely smiley Northern bloke from next door...good egg ALL around.... until one day when his coppers got a bit NAzi and i asked him a REAL question outside his carefully controlled air conditioned comfort zone.... suggesting all was not quite perfect in his King of the North [  i only write that as a sane person knew dont watch their awful game of Thrones either, as one had already seen what it had done to their brains, eaten them alive -and now i get it ....  they can only think in terms of fantasy TV... me i never did belong]..and fuck me he went brittle sour and you could almost smell his nasty real side ready to chuck their cloth capped  aciddrops at my face... "

[Media show wedsdayaft up on the hill]

you get what .....you AREtoo,  people.


Anyway poetry would be the solution if it were ever possible to just possibly translate the almost most perfect line of it ever, written by one of the most awful people ever .....whom every awful ex military factoryist, retiree wants to copy haircut-wise and attire....

.i know them even my one great 'white hope' i bet she went lard-lumpen, too ...why she is so sour and not exactly very soulamatey... 


anyway back to maybe-mountainbabes...

cos thats all there is, you are either actually EMBODIED by them....

cos they are bigger than you...

and put your ridiculousness into perspective

Never mind Serbia should go to the fuckin HAgue and take out a case as the yank net cant even offer basic so called human translation services its so so thick




Even with THE greatest line in the English language under their fat belts

they of course couldnt incorporate it

(even if its even there in as i told the thirteen year old daughter of them, on the first day at Hocus Pocus on Dad's day ... "  read your own folksey hometown book The Virginian its simply magnificent ...  and you may just make it one day if you remember my long wise speech about the two languages you are now immersed in i know both even if the English invented spin way before Maddison Avenue  and thus are far harder to pin down ... your lot could not write silas, or even better  example, your name book, Herb's lydia........ this lot could not come up with your Virginian... but then there are so many other culturally enforced  completely untranslatable differences over many words...and you live Mid Pond now between the two..... use that Island well....  it is a privileged place at least for brain development, if you can survive the nongenetic immo disease of it often causes a fuse to blow, two cultures... two sets of values....  " ...i know she will never forget an ACTUAL fatherly talk in front of silly sunglassed and hardbrollied mum and even dad his head burried in his tech... )

anyway back to the impossibility of poetry to travel
And fascist internet oppressing even  


indeed i would sue  for damges whoever has fascistically done THIS


(Linguistically, they are the same language. However, politically and culturally, it is called Croatian today. "Serbo-Croatian" is the historical, umbrella term used when referring to the common language)
i still have my 'serbo-croat' dictionary even if sadly not used enough 
Correctly named to represent the order of victimhood being those naughty Croats were the first Jennie...

Anyway how on earth does one translate   what i guess is untranslatable even if the lazy web cant be bothered to try...






the pure poetical absurdism... the next level of: words are all sillyism...
even a jowly ultra preppie could manage, to share ... even if he didnt write them.... 
Only one man really got 'love'... 
Which incidentally its rather interesting i was watching a 1940s old yank film  'noir' ...i must find it again...what was quite extraordinary was how the big fat meanfaced sheriff...
as he was assuming all sorts of heinous cannibalism among his villagers... all suspects all baddies at heart he knew...
And yet...
twas the way he kept referring as if it was the most normal natural thing in the world " so that one the greasy mechanic, my first suspect... he is in love... with hertoo... and him the overweight panting one is in love with  that one there..... " and his eyes didnt even flinch double take at it being something harmful in any way.... indeed being maniacally in love quite the norm not even worth a note in his copper's jotter.....
And i don't like crime films...
Funny that how quickly - just a few decades,  a silly people can flip it on its head and make it exactly the opposite of what it never was....  never mind, the only  fun game in town, that used to keep even fat Yanks alive and kicking... 
The good kind.


* ... it really is a case of i am sure even Sarajlije.... if they hadnt been conned into joining in the worldwide con of ANYone being able to know what the non 'physicalist' world is (physicalist has now superseded 'scientific-materialism', so says Sam he has the occasional use... ) never mind make money from the UNKNOWABLE....   may understand that even a day out up in the nearby hills are the correct remedy to all this ridiculous ego and differentism... we hill people are different.... and BETTER!

we would never have allowed the shit to fill up Gwerk Creek....

Hill people just DO stuff- REAL stuff....  even if there's no point as the Lowlanders own everything as they merely worked in offices for years to grab it....all

and the pension pots too

Hill people could never do that....  thats what we are