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I think you made some good points in your post.

I just added you to my Google News Reader. Keep up the good work. Look forward to reading more from you in the future.

“masturbating blue to a jealous green”…hahahaha…very original…

Lol Wudisha, For both positive&other af mekfet… thanks

Felasfit… medengeT? aanchi yemtiyiw neger hulem afen indaskefetehn neww.:)

wude,
What an idea!!
…word artist &…interpreter sounds like a circus duo…:)
u think there’d be a chance we’d dive into nonscence after the interlude …?

semi….aldenegeTshim when I jumped from doo doo, horses, and surgery scaples to world systems, modernization minamin??…I couldn’t believe it myself!!! gud eko new!

felasfit
u r doing it again! u never fail to amuse me. I have an idea..Y don’t U and T-Pk hold a seminar for English majors, poetry lovers, literature students, ….I just know it’d be one of a kind presentation…excessively refined…with intellectual and emotonal appeal!

#2

it’s hangover worldly linux operating systems
for surgery scalpels undergoing testings

It is old remaining (hangover) practical, focused (linux) and grounded (worldly) methods of operation (mode of operation of society: ethics, tradition, family, community, religion,) that are to be used as methods to fix (surgery) the world back to the form desired for full functionality (restoration of a dysfunctional world ).

[operating system evokes a whole virtual world—that’s why I’m working with a global perspective about our messed up world to be fixed (surgery is usually to fix something). A hangover is being stuck with the old i.e linix OS: ethics, tradition, family based on a long history and understood only by the experts who are fluent in it]

These methods dissect (scapel) through to the core and soul, yet these forms are still in testing….because…

because television envisions a tale
from the tail end

the popular media and popular culture (tv) envision imaginative narratives of events or stories (tale) from the end goal, that which will follow (tail end) not from the truth or ethical or even functional way.

[ Money is what will follow, the goal that comes at the tail end: which all are envisioning. Implying: The current system makes money:tail at the center of the vision while it is honing in on the stories and narratives it broadcasts. The broadcasts shape the understanding of the world about the dysfunction within it, it is the primary mode where masses can realize REALITY, yet the money-minded media skew what is broadcast depending on what sells]
tail gated neighborhoods hoodwink naysayers

(tail) Isolated (gated) living settings (neighborhoods) [i.e. lives which are isolated from social consciousness by the chains of tails (the end goal: money)] are isolated by chains built from money (tail) and commercialism. These settings of commercialism and money blindfold and deceptively taken in (hoodwink) those who resist (naysayers) into the new system (westernization, modernization, Americanization, commercialization) .

[The world population has many settings where people are isolated from social consciousness by the fences built by money. These settings fool and blindfold even those who are mindful to get lured into a money-hungry culture: Americanization/ commercialization/ capitalism?]

neigh sayers from the horse’s mouth
stop horsing around
listen to this whore sing around

Those who send out the message (neigh sayers- media-masters, decision makers about tv programs) from those concerned and affected (horse’s mouth) stop sending out the message and pretending to embody those affected (horsing around) when the one selling herself (whore)sings.

[The ones who are truly affected by the system (developing world) have spokes-people, or story tellers relaying their stories, such as the media: consider Blood Diamond, Constant Gardner, Tears of the Sun, Hotel Rwanda big blockbusters from Hollywood. The “neigh sayers” are not really neighing but saying the neigh, and they’re “horsing around” not being horses, so they’re embodying those concerned for a temporary period. Yet the west: home of Hollywood and news companies etc… stop to listen to the whore sing.]

listen to this whore sing around
bubble gum sins abound
hounding grey buses for acid trips in brown

She is selling her dignity and resources (whore) for aid/money and alliances/customers. They listen to her sing [passionate, heartfelt, soulful, touching message] in her pursuit of money. At the same time, sins from fleeting pleasures (bubblegum sins: pleasures of money, sex, drugs and rock n roll), multiply. Then this whore who’s selling herself is stuck pursuing ( hounding) dismal, common place and criminal routes (grey buses) for hallucination trips (acid trips)which allow an escape from reality.

[The whore is the leadership of corrupt governments in the developing world. She sings, beautifully, she makes a cry and plee (like the type Ethiopian governments make after drought disasters calling for a rescue to the magnitude of MJ’s “we are the world”). The whore sells herself everyday for money, she is corrupt and does it for money. However, her singing does not bring sustainable change, and she’s yet again stuck searching out the same “bubblegum sins” and even seeking out dismal, common and criminal routes for hallucinogenic trips which block out reality.]

you think god has a colon?
sullen, mulling over which commode to turn into divine doo-doo

Do you think God is able to isolate out the waste and save the clean useful part (colon)? He is actually sullen, dismally looking out at the impure world. He’s looking for those individuals (commode: just furniture not the whole house i.e. individuals not the whole system/country/world) that are waste receptacle (commode: toilet) those that receive the result from the impurity [corruption, suffering, disaster…] whom he can turn into divine doo-doo [sullied fecal matter- impure divinities: hatyategna tsadqan]

ooooh scratch that….
how bout KrunkART!!!!

LOL…hahaaha….betam asakachihugn wudisha ina yTirsSintiricho .
Wude…Cheers! indewim lehuletachihum
…yemin cranberry juice!! …beTeJJ miDir? Bezich beGomasawa Qen for every meal teJJ yemil policy …after all, whoever could afford it had tella/tejj back in the days right?

Toothpick, eshi yihulilih min yidereg ingidih…alefkut leZare….
Btw, I’m glad u’ve promoted urself from ur one liner jokes. You’re more fun this way cos we’re getting to know u better…maybe too well bout what u doo

Wude…I’m lovin your tirgum!!…I see where u’re going with it…and sorta my version of where u’d get:
prolly after ur imaginigs of the yardies, u’d be talking bout the ones who’re lured in (naysayers), and the way the sound of drugdealing can resound (neighsayers stop horsing around listen to whore sing around) when real addict drugdealers (whore) pursue extreme lows (sin, grey bus) for fleeting pleasures (bubblegum, acid trips)

…its appears pretty easy for toothpick poems to evoke thoughts about things that you ingest to get Krunk The first time I read the interlude, my thoughts were about vices: khat/chat then…drinking…now wude’s talking about yardies and their snuff…
Toothpick, Maybe you can start an art line by the name VICEArt that would sell poems to the Krunkville masters up in Amsterdam, London (wude, you can direct him to yardie-ville, right? ). The objective being, to sell poems packaged along with alcohol, khat, marijuana etc…This would be the tagline: loving the art and deepening the pleasure. All the gatherings would be exponentially more intense!! Especially in the limbo between getting tipsy/high/hyper and completely off the charts…! what an untapped market!

For real tho….On the subject of words in place of paint. Words evoke emotions just like paint: each one usually carries several phrases, meanings, implications and thoughts within it, potentially different for each person… Sooo streams of words can be encoded streams of gibberish.
But with words…you may be running the risk of their lack of universality (depending on reader’s level of education, willingness to look up stuff:… about linux, liver minamin!!)

I think I’m getting somewhere with the last poem…but will prolly be using only a part of it…I’m shocked by the subject I’m getting to!!! lol…guess that’s where what u see and read depend on what u care about/think about….

Toothpick – You are just as adorable as you are a genius. On top of it all, according to wudnesh, polite even in person. How unique!! I am just proud you are an Ethiopian brother.

Felasfit,

my bad on the misnomer. it’s an unprecedented slight of mind. yiqirtashin imatsenalehou, yiqir tiyign zend be’getachin be’panadolachin be’jesusiye name please, tenkiw.

*ahem*

so yeah … moving on … is it gibberish? i think it is, if you’re looking for “content/subject” the same way you’d look at a painting of a still life. i’m just trying to see how people react to just words/phrases/sounds etc without the fences of “meaning.” *shrug* that’s all. so … if you see something, you see something … if you don’t see something, then you don’t.

ok … i’ve had way too much coffee. and unfortunately caffeine is a natural laxative. so … let me go doo doo what i gotta doo doo. maybe that was entirely too much information.

maybe not.

krissmars lik ende ityopia telebision aleqe. yidebral. vacation finish. now life is just static. where is ababa tesfaye? dehna hounu lijoch, yezare qelqaloch yenege dembaroch. dehna hounu! dehna hounu!

Felasfit, at least, u now know why I enjoy my drink….cheers! (don’t u cheer me with a glass of cranberry! bring on the real thing )
If that’s why u got the nick, yimechish! Ay felasfit, how do u expect T-Pick to get the name right? Last time I heard, he had difficulty telling Friday from Sunday!
Owww, and this is getting worse…but Maybe I can guess this part…

for surgery scalpels undergoing testings
because television envisions a tale
from the tail end
tail gated neighborhoods hoodwink naysayers
neigh sayers from the horse’s mouth
stop horsing around
listen to this whore sing around
bubble gum sins abound
hounding grey buses for acid trips in brown

or Maybe Not! but definitely made me picture a member of the Yardies with leftover ganja/wisdom-weed in his back pocket….and ‘spray and pray’ in his sports car…walking down Brixton, in South London…under the cameras installed by Scotland Yard.
Felasfitye, I know I know, but can’t I be complicated too? Maybe I’ll understand his writing better

Wude,
lovin’ the funny quotes… ayeee alcohol… cliff has a pretty screwed up justification- dude’s prolly drunk when he wrote it
I hear ya bout profs and PhDs…esp in the liberal arts…some just become soo jaded that they take all interest out of an intriguing subject.
bout the felasfitnet…to be honest I picked that name cos I wanted to completely and iskemechereshaw deconstruct nolawi’s argument bout naz girls which was sooooo wack!!! But… as I’ve gotten older, taken some good courses (and joined bernos ), I’m realizing/accepting/embracing my brainianic-analysis-junkie side. I’m glad bernos has articles to get me all hyped into them…

Shanti,
I’d say something round 3.5-4hrs total on diff days to go through everything & write it up…After I got the first section…It kinda made sense in ze mind — the hiccups were: the da vinci code look-alike and the colors…bicha yTirsSintir complicated neger new yetsafew. Guess just like abstract art…even if he was “throwing paint around” as he seems to be confessing, it may have been the elements which gravitated toward the hidden, interpretable cohesiveness of the poem…a message from the “soul of the universe” – [hrase from "the alchemist" -- it's an amazing book! ...]

Toothpick:
u got the nikname wrong…it’s bgFelasfit…Get it right!!
… do you mind sharing what u were thinking bout or whether they were just arbirtrary words fit together?
I guessed u were visually/tangibly working with the words: cos of the way u had similar ‘looking/sounding’ words in lines close to eachother…and the way u’d alter letters to make new words.
Here’s my initial reaction to the new poem — is this gibberish? lol for real…
what’s the title?

Shanti,
I love your deconstructions and interpretation … totally refreshing, it is

here’s another one … if you care to shed some light on it for me. for me, honestly, these are just free rambles, without any overarching themes and/or interpretations (at least not consciously). it’s sort of like painting with words. you might see something, someone else might see something else … and some might just go “hm, whatever!”

it’s hangover worldly linux operating systems
for surgery scalpels undergoing testings
because television envisions a tale
from the tail end
tail gated neighborhoods hoodwink naysayers
neigh sayers from the horse’s mouth
stop horsing around
listen to this whore sing around
bubble gum sins abound
hounding grey buses for acid trips in brown
you think god has a colon?
sullen, mulling over which commode to turn into divine doo-doo
doses of dew baptise roses into wet petals
salvador dali lama raping llamas for gold medals
to come millions of times
chameleons of rhyme changing meters
to neon flashes above the head of st. peters
paint peters down the can vans
transporting campbell soups to whole war fans
where’s st. andrew? where’s andy?
is he tagging sterns of bask yachts?
or kitschin’ in the kitchen?
bitchin’, dude. straight bitchin’!

Wudisha… they reeled you in too! I liked your piece, especially the one about Cliff and his reasoning behind drinking

yTirsSintir – love it!

bG: How much time did you spend dissecting this interlude to nonsense? I tried and trust me I did… but, I had to get out or else I would have been calling the county psych ward home… hmm, that might actually have been away to get over my addiction to Bernos… there is a thought!

Wudisha, I love all these sayings, I try to repeat them when necessary but damn they come out all twisted and often meaning something totally different.

Felasfit, u definetely know yourself..seriously, you chose the right nick. Now, what I do is skim through what u write relating to the poem…and take time reading the rest(less headache!) Shakespeare is much easier than what u put me through here I enjoyed western literature class which included some shakespeare play so much that I went on to take Shakespeare class next. But the professor who taught the Shkspr class, who happened to have PHD on the subject,was the most boring(just read the book..gave it no life at all)and made me wish I didn’t take it. I think betimirt bizaat debari honalech:)
So, according to you;

So…our protagonist is still undecided whether to drink over the top and climb the mountain of intoxication or not

well, how about help him decide?

Sometimes when I reflect back on all the wine I drink,
I feel shame. Then I look into the glass and think
about the workers in the vineyards and all of their hopes
and dreams.

If I didn’t drink this wine, they might be out
of work and their dreams would be shattered.
Then I say to myself, “It is better that I drink this wine and let their
dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver.”
~ Jack HandyWARNING: The consumption of alcohol may leave you wondering what the hell
happened to your bra and panties.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“I feel sorry for people who don’t drink. When they
wake up in the morning, that’s as good as they’re
going to feel all day. “~Frank Sinatra
WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are
tougher, smarter, faster and better looking than most people.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading.”~ Henny Youngman
WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may lead you to think people are
laughing WITH you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case. Coincidence? I think not.”
~ Stephen Wright
WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to think you can sing.

~”When we drink, we get drunk.When we get drunk,
we fall as leep. When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven. So, let’s all
get drunk and go to heaven!”~ Brian O’Rourke
WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause pregnancy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To some it’s a six-pack. To me it’s a Support Group. Salvation in a can!
~Dave Howell
WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you can logically
converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And saving the best for last, as explained by Cliff Clavin, of Cheers.
One afternoon at Cheers, Cliff Clavin was explaining the Buffalo Theory to
his buddy Norm.
Here’s how it went:
“Well ya see, Nam, it’s like this. A herd of buffalo can only move as fast
as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and
weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is
good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the
whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members.
In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the
slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain
cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first.
In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells,
making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That’s why you always
feel smarter after a few beers.”
WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you are whispering
when you are not

The colors part, and the thing about respiration…ine minim algebagniiiim…and don’t think any amount of munching would …

dekamawochu alemin yiqebwatal…
so sex min agebaw?????…(????? raping, masturbating)
It seems to be the medium for change of the shades weaklings [addicts] color our world…?

Wude Shakespeare alsh? — ere gud! kaleminim tiritare I would struggle in that class, let alone making up exams!!… my days attempting a literature course weren’t pretty. Antony and Cleopatra minamin….power…manupliation kibirtise…The whole new language thing, the subtle yediro cultural references ….I couldn’t take it! [switched to history or smth]…just happy watching romeo must die etc….:P …power to u for braving that challenge though.

I’m sad my wanderings have come to an end
& I’m leaving wonderland (as kiki would say…
btw kiki what happend to your art guru hottie? Did the new years midnite kiss happen ende?? ere fill us in!!)

Dear yTirsSintir ,
what inspired your “rambling”? do you imagine some of the phrases in Amharic? Just as u “dream in Amharigna” do u also “imagine poetry in Amharigna”?
thanks for the poem the talented Mr. Toothpick hope u keep ‘em coming…
luv,
adnakih negn keKemisse

Let me simplify my unintentionally unclear/complicated last post (thanks for pointing it out wude!) – here’s the short version that doesn’t dissect the small words and get caught up in a tangle – as requested, u’ve been warned , tho I think it’s not so bad that it causes headaches:

~ Drinking alcohol: allows for a rebirth
It fuses vulnerability, ignorance and inexperience with boldness, vigor and self-assuredness (the lines bout mary, holy ghost, virginity minamin…)

This makes drinking and getting drunk very tempting!!

*But drinking also pushes someone over the limit…getting too drunk makes one completely out of control, possibly depressed – taking someone to their ultimate low…. (the most, my least…)

So…our protagonist is still undecided whether to drink over the top and climb the mountain of intoxication or not

But then again!! We only live once!! (breath on lease minamin…)
^Efoyta, relief, relaxation and releasing inhibitions are the HIGHs of life!!! (expiration minamin..)
And when the kebereta/reverence of relief is overlooked, it is a sigh- yasazinal….
Relief should be respected and given priority in our lives.

Continued…(last one!)

this basic, solid and artful truth (sculpture) of the priority to efoyta is elusive to many who don’t believe it

[poetic depth in this line: the fact that a sculpture is used to symbolize truth shows there has to be someone with the ability to interpret the truth/sculpture to understand the importance of relief, someone to read through the details to the basic]

the stand where the preacher preaches (pulpit) is being eaten away by addicts who are servile, indebted and dependent alcoholics!

The preacher preaches about the highs of life: efoyta and relaxation found through drinking

Leech-like, dependent alcoholics stop others from hearing the message from the preacher: blocking others from learning the lesson of relief!

— I have no idea what’s going on with all the color stuff!! Too bizarre for me to metergom!!

Final line: the colors (the different shades/tones/hues of weaknesses i.e dependents & addicts)
The weak engage in over-zealous screams that echo, “let go!”
All these weaklings push toward a resolution of the dilemma: intoxication
…they cry out, drink!
THE END!

So basically…the interlude to nonsense…is sort of a disguised nonsense in itself.
But also it is a deliberate complication by the poet which explores the dilemma about how much/why/to what effect one should drink.

The interlude is essentially the dilemma within, before one dives straight into the nonsense of drunkeness.

Sorry wude…will take ur advice next time