Inhalt
RAVEN IN RED SNOW
hey, sparrow
on one leg,
soon will come the snow
all of us are –
in our fields –
one-day-cicadas
in vain writhes
in the web the moth –
the spider has died
clear definiteness of the midge:
behind is – the lizard,
ahead is – the flame
long ago abandoned
nest does not remember
the wild geese
never moved
the flower under hanging still in air
dragonfly
whim of the wind –
the withered leaf had come back to
the burnt tree
the warmth of baby rats
can you preserve inside yourself,
killed rat?
having broken down loose –
the tear will not revenge
on her eyelashes
no longer pecks
red snow –
fell the raven
had set the bird free
came back and burst out sobbing
near empty cage
don’t fear webs –
you’ll have your death amongst
the blades of grass
BLACK SAKURA BLOSSOM: BLACK GARDEN 1
1
from hard snowfall
fell down the bough –
the butterfly awoke!
2
the cicada
in the grass that burns
the rain won't find
3
revenge the Beauty
for every Hurricane
killed with Roses
4
only in death of
the beautiful doe –
the wolf is Splendor
5
four cuts!
the worm is longing to
four ways
6
the panther
leaps at... the rustle
of dead bees
7
no one can
subdue: the leap
in Abyss!
8
onslaught
of caressing bumblebees
the rose broke
9
petals are vanished –
the rain brims over!
vanished the flower
10
stab!
cut! hack up!
the flight of butterfly
11
only instant of a killing –
for praying she-mantis
is Revolution
12
killed and piled in stack.
by lonely eagle-owl.
lonely mice
13
vanishes in a sunbeam
to show up again
the grasshopper
14
no one took notice:
the bee fell down in
the spring stream
15
in running tear
the eyelash finds it’s
Death
BLACK SAKURA BLOSSOM: BLACK GARDEN 2
1
O how convulsive
is the paw when caught by you –
the trap for wolves
2
the hoarfrost
whitened the web –
it's broken!
3
in the soft navel of
the bee... the tender
horns of snail are rested
4
how perceivable
is snail when crawling
the edge of the blade
5
the impossible can happen
for the ashes of the butterfly –
the kill of flare!
6
the bough is broken,
thrown in dirt –
all of a sudden... is rimed!
7
the bliss of the bloom!
the bees cannot crucify
the moth
8
the leap of flower
at the bamboo well
suddenly deafened!
9
the blood on the snow...
intensifies the purity of
snowflake
10
stands up against all
the rabid wolf –
O I’m with you!
11
the beautiful butterfly
instead of taking part in orgy is in
the ant-hill!
12
broke away from the trap:
no Nirvana for the paw
that was left
13
all have flown away...
only the battle of specks of dust
inside the flower is left
14
for melting snowflake
the child's tear –
is a perversion
15
can you revive
tomorrow,
dead dragonfly?
BLACK SAKURA BLOSSOM: BLACK GARDEN 3
1
when flower's turned:
the petals... flutter,
the butterflies bloom
2
falling leaves
pass ahead of the still
snow
3
the wild geese
went astray –
the sky is endless
4
rime
inside
the honeycombs
5
the snail has entered
its labyrinth:
the Minotaur!
6
the unity
of smallest drops is...
the tsunami blow!
7
O how strongly
the wolf can love...
the torn roes!
8
the hole
in the leaf made by the worm is...
the Abyss!
9
to burn the temple
by the Shine of
the Sunny Bee!
10
the snow is soaked
with the blood...
the she-wolf runs
11
locust come!
the fields are fatigued
with the flower beauty
12
the hail has killed
all worms on you, meaningless
lotus
13
the snake bit...
and again it nestles up to ground
like in a grief
14
no one can see:
the purity is covered by
the speck of dust
15
without pity dies
the tenderness of –
the broken boughs
BLACK SAKURA BLOSSOM: BLACK GARDEN 4
1
O praying mantis,
don't kill this butterfly –
the dew will do it
2
mania of aroma!
even ordinary flowers
are craving to kill
3
the saw keeps gnawing –
so silent remain
the trees
4
torments of
rushing about of
the midge
5
the state of order of the rain!
in every drop is –
Chaos
6
no one is
searching now for –
the Perfect Hurricane
7
light dragonflies
in their dreams see fears –
O wake them up, Horror!
8
just
to sting and
die!
9
isn't logical the sequence:
the suicide of flowers follows
the death of cicadas?
10
in the orchid will not awake
the bumblebee: the sap's
so sweet
11
snow doesn't melt...
the willingness to die –
in Bloom of Spring
12
O how eager is
the wind to lynch
the rose!
13
to torture petals there is –
a tender touch of
soft caterpillars
14
pollen is
eviscerated by
the rustle
15
the dust is blown:
the dead butterfly looks
through the glass
NOTHING OF MATSUO BASHO: NIHILBASHO 1
1
the dream of butterfly
that butterfly is dead
is Reality
2
the rat is soaked
with the gas and burnt –
the running fire
3
the bell
has tinkled on dead
hawk
4
the water in the stem
of orchid will flood
the waterfall of dew
5
humble, wasp!
you are refracted as
a bee in dew
6
flutters the worm...
but seen is
butterfly
7
fleece of a bumble-bee
under scales of
lizard
8
the wind through
the roses... quailed the eagle:
the execution by the petals!
9
becoming lucid
with hooting of
the eagle-owl
10
the warm inside
the thinnest
stem
11
in owl's feathers
hides the ant –
it snows!
12
petals are bared like teeth –
bristled up with thorns
the she-wolf of roses
13
the vortex
of smallest
stings
14
the leap of flower –
the bee has blossomed out
all of a sudden!
15
the trap
of body's shut –
the bullet's caught!
16
in the bottom of the tear
the scale from wings
of moth
17
there is no old pond.
there is no frog that jumped
in water
18
the lonely blind buzzard
is left on winter ground:
the wind is fierce
19
the torn wing
of butterfly has...
never landed
20
went to pieces
the mummified
grasshopper
21
no one feels sorry for –
the spider that bit
the child
NOTHING OF MATSUO BASHO: NIHILBASHO 2
1
the beauty
of machaon – isn't it the end
of web?
2
web
after web: no one
can fly through
3
squashed is
the snail: and all of a sudden –
the same shape
4
even supple
boughs are broken...
tenacious snow!
5
without tremble falls
the barely blossomed
bud
6
the copulation
of butterflies on thorns
of cactus
7
the nectar of the mournful
flowers was sucked
by the proboscis of the bee
8
geometry
of Death: the triangle
of mantis' head
9
the trap
of wings
of butterfly
10
the web is torn away:
clings to the void –
the spider hangs
11
amongst the fragrant
caterpillars... the bee
without odor
12
the fluffs
of dandelion will die
in cells of honeycomb
13
revenge is –
mother of the honey
bees!
14
the hit
with brass-knuckles!.. instead
of meditations
15
in bud
there is no dew –
the perfect silence
16
to swollen vein
has stuck the snail –
no way it's torn away
17
the precipice
is hid in...
the Abyss
18
all petals
are torn away! no sense
in life of wind
19
inside
to sink the bud
in dew!
20
the fall of bumble-bee
in Abyss
of the drop
21
the pointed shot –
but whirls over and over
alive butterfly
NOTHING OF MATSUO BASHO: NIHILBASHO 3
1
the trace of bird
in air – is seen before
the bird shows up
2
the ice
inside the flower:
the snow of sap!
3
the leaves inherit
the rustle
of the snake
4
torn wings
resurrect
the butterfly
5
the buzzing
of the bee has stunned
the stalk
6
the music of the flower
never starts until
it Vanishes
7
never betrays
only What
Kills
8
O only Death
is more important than
the blossoming of flower!
9
the berries that are ripe
desire to be poisoned with –
curare
10
with thorns
has blossomed out
the rose
11
O feel orgasm,
the ant
princess!
12
the flight of butterfly
is in solidity
of stone
13
the rest of
the speck of dust on the scale
of moth
14
the Death
from immortality
of females
15
the chain of Infinity
is in suicide of
links
16
to walk into the stream
of resurrected
rats
17
the inside
of the flower has –
the tracery of snake
18
the fire
tempts in vain:
the butterfly is timid
19
to reign as a bee
in madness
of nectar!
20
all of a sudden
got detached the tail
of lizard
21
everything will be the hive
for dead
bees!
NOTHING OF MATSUO BASHO: NIHILBASHO 4
1
remember
about Heart
of the speck!
2
severance
of the petals makes
the Whole Rose
3
the leap
of squashed worms
in lightning
4
the labyrinth
dies away inside
the snail
5
the wounded butterfly
crept into
the flower
6
the spider with its web
has concealed
the fire
7
at the reflection
aims
the mirror
8
the tail
throws off
the lizard
9
the tremble
and the shiver under
the skin
10
the thinnest
vortex
in the teardrop
11
the clanging
of cicada in the piece
of ice
12
in the bee
has gasped
the wind
13
the swallow
casts the shadow
of the black kite
14
the path
in air
through petals
15
the lack of drop
on the tip
of the leaf
16
the fall of buzzing
bumblebee... in chaos
of soft caterpillars
17
gushed out
without streams
the rain
18
the tremble's caught
in the trap
of thrill!
19
stings of dead bees
shows the path to cold
of dead nestlings
20
back into the speck of dust
compression
of the explosion
21
on the other side
of the Void of the butterfly –
is the Nothing of the wolf
LOTUSES OF THE EVIL: PUREPOND 1
1
the old pond –
the frog has leapt...
no splash!
2
more fearful
than storm – the Smooth
of Pond
3
to shudder
with the Other
Spring!
4
more fearful
than gas chambers –
the aroma of the flower
5
seek after
the Other
Evil!
6
evil
of purity of pond
is the Lotus
7
more fearful
than tempest – is the Emptiness
of the Flower
8
to shudder
with the Other
Autumn!
9
more fearful
than the explosion – is the First
Snowflake
10
leaves
burn down
the wind
11
with sprays
bristled up
the drop
12
the Abyss
falls
in Itself
13
the Poison outside of
the poison Kills
Absolutely
14
the easiness of Horror
is more terrible than
the fear
15
the tiger sneaks
on its own
hair
16
the bit of fluff has separated
from the dead
hawk
17
to entrap
the trap
by wolf
18
the instant
of the spring
snow
19
the bumblebee
awoke inside
the flower
20
the flower came to itself
in the midst
of the Storm
LOTUSES OF THE EVIL: PUREPOND 2
1
the grasshopper
has comprehended the leap of
the tiger
2
the might of opening
of the severed
bud
3
the wave of fan
made of the stings
of wasps
4
the worms
did not disavowed
the petals
5
dirt
is the
lotus!
6
the liberation
of the sting from shape of
the bee
7
the Abyss
won't close on
the paw of wolf
8
reading “I-tzin”
by “The Flowers of
Evil”
9
the bit of fluff
is always harder than
the chasm!
10
to touch the tear
of the dead
rat
11
the sudden
turn of
the snowflake
12
to last a little bit
with tiny
drop
13
the vivid crackle
of the dried up
moth
14
the Light cannot
gnaw through
the paw
15
die –
and remain out of
the petals!
16
the trap
is caught by
the snare
17
the snare
is caught by
the Abyss
18
to live
the stab
of knife
19
to live
the spurt
of blood
20
by butterfly of Zhuang-Zi
to crucify
Dao!
LOTUSES OF THE EVIL: PUREPOND 3
1
how looked like
the Nonexistence before
Its' Absence?
2
the leap of
the grasshopper
without legs
3
quietly expanded
the little lump
of warmth
4
needed is
the bite of snake
by petals
5
when absent is
the track – there is
no footprints
6
the delicate
inside
of the stone
7
the snake
has lost its way
in the worm
8
the tremble of the dew
in the labyrinth of
the snail
9
the spider revives
from its Own
Web
10
tearing off the wings
re-creates
the butterfly
11
from Void –
passing dying –
to the Absence
12
the dance
of the dragon on four
specks of dust
13
to frighten
the mirror with the shivers
of the hawk
14
contracted the cold
into the little lump
of warmth
15
run of the doe
without one
leg
16
roaming of caterpillars
in the abandoned
ant-hill
17
silence
of the dying
branch
18
the leaves
are let away
by the stem
19
the Truth of
stripping off
the skin
20
from Nothing
the whole
rose
LOTUSES OF THE EVIL: PUREPOND 4
1
the tear of Christ
betrays
the bit of tear
2
snow is melting
in the bill
of the eagle
3
all of a sudden
gushed out
the dew!
4
peal
of the bluebell
under the hail
5
grandeur
of imperceptible
death
6
when there is a muteness
the silence is
the thunder!
7
abandoned nestlings
are being nursed by
Death
8
fallen leaves
are for the dead
wind
9
the warmth of baby rats
is in the killed
rat
10
even if
the drop of
dark!
11
to break the cage
inside the flying
hawk!
12
withered tree
flowers
with the flame
13
the triumph
of the sliding
of the tear
14
to save inside
in order to Execute
outside!
15
the killed
by roses is himself
the Killer of the Roses
16
the rose is
to be stabbed by its own
thorns!
17
the kill –
is the Most
Tender!
18
the butterfly
has broken the drop of
tear
19
Satori
in the state of
ash
20
the leap of tiger
from the tip of
the speck of dust
LOTUSES OF THE EVIL: PUREPOND 5
1
death of the lotus
in the pose of
cobra
2
trembling
of the broken
webs
3
the beaming of the blood
on hair of
the wolf
4
narcissus
is full of
sap
5
hara-kiri
of the every particle of
Light
6
the snow that
lies is falling
quicker
7
the clap
of fluffy eyelids of
the eagle-owl
8
the snowflake
gives birth to
Power!
9
Death –
is the most
fragile!
10
suddenness
of butterfly among
the snowflakes
11
there is only the snow
in the abandoned
nest
12
tremble of hairs
on the belly of
the bumble-bee
13
it is
a New Shiver –
without fear!
14
the sudden
speed of
the wind
15
the happiness of the
Instant
Death!
16
all of a sudden there is
a lightning there is all
of a sudden the thunder
17
the lighting has not
discerned
the dragonfly
18
the chasm couldn't
grip
the Void
19
wasn't in time to sleep
the autumn
bumble-bee
20
the butterfly
is late for
its Death
LOTUSES OF THE EVIL: PUREPOND 6
1
fear,
O Light,
to cry!
2
the Fire has left
the bounds
of the flame
3
bits of
fluff form
the tornado
4
to become the venom
for the children
of the nectar!
5
O just by yourself
sap the nectar,
bee!
6
to cut off
not the petal
but its leap
7
the Hurricane
recoiled from
the dandelion
8
radiant
dirt on the dark
purity
9
the drop of dew
revived
the rain
10
the fury
of dirt showed
the lotus
11
the snail
passed ahead of
the swallow
12
revenge
with wings
of the moth!
13
to clean
the dust
from the mirror
14
the butterfly
meditating upon
the web
15
to cast the Terror
by the very delicate
pollen!
16
Nothing of
the Flower is
the flower
17
the leap
of the Abyss into
the butterfly
18
untwined by itself
the nest
of the bird
19
the entrance
to the labyrinth
of wasps
20
the sudden bite
of the dead
wolf
ART OF WAR
"First win,
then seek the battle"
Sun Tzu "Art of War"
Sun Tzu doesn't
know
it:
in careless
fluttering of the butterfly is –
the Art of War
silently the hawk
flies up high –
Banzai!
Battering Ram of the Bee!
instead of nirvana of
the torn out sting
to turn
yourself in One Single
Hit!
reminded of hara-kiri
protruding from the belly
sword of the locust
Dao didn't
give birth to
the empire!
De didn't
feed up
the emperor!
squeezed the emperor's
silk; crumpled the embroidered
dragons
die, chrysanthemums!
the world is under the reign of
Diving Bumble-bee
right under the feet
crawl and crawl
the worms
attack of the butterflies –
the flowers explode with
blooming!
thousands of kamikazes...
do not betray them, emperor!
better die Yourself!
danger –
in the tear of kamikaze there is –
Tsunami!
the boughs salute
Death; thrown up
yellow leaves
with no fear blooms
the first primrose to be the First One
to Die
gust of the wind!
one dandelion captures
the whole field
revenge is –
in the heart of every
speck of dust!
the Triumph of
the Burning of the Moths is itself
the Empire!
in the Fire the dew didn't
leave
the leaves
breaking through
the Great Limit
with the ram of ashes!
away, emperor!
in Their Pure Fire
the moths are coming
ZEN OF THE CONTROL SHOT
remember: the flight of
the swallow – is the part of
the Purity of Hate
the weak Dao
destroys
the universe
just enough is
the glowing of
firefly
to kill the Morning
with the drop of
dew!
plague is just
for fondling
the rats
avidly
to drink
the mud!
long
enough lied
the purity
abomination
and deception of
the pure
pray to
ancient
beetles!
the butterfly
squeezed
fangs
the doe won't
loose
the face
to see
the tears of fish
in the water
to feed
life
with violence!
nectar itself
laps
the bee
to know how
to Kill
to kill!
the good never
will win
God
snow is
more terrible than
rime
to chastise from
minuteness
of the smallest
shift of
bullets in
the charger
to live only by
Jerks of
Death
Eternally
Opened
Flower
ONLY TO KILL WITH THRILL
the sleeping
moth
died
revive -
to die
forever!
when
there is no one
to kill –
you may
kill
nobody
to kill
is – not
to kill!
self confusing of
all nirvanas
by Sankhya
abrogation of all
the decipherments of
God
to kill the dream
with the Dream in
the dream while sleeping
jerk of
Absence of
the Butterfly
exhalation with
the cut
throat
sounds
of the smallest
bells
only!
to kill with!
thrill!
to revenge
More and
Further
to revenge
Deeper and
Higher
to speak
the language of the
Executioner of Dao
to live
in intervals
between executions
to feed on
the flower
pollen
to drink the dew from
the flower
petals
Only!
To Kill With!
Thrill!
to learn
Death from
Roses!
to learn
Death from
Death
THE LEAP OF THE FROG OF BASHO
the way of haiku
is the Way of
Abyss
theatre de
la Crueldad
Noh
mask for
tearing off
the face
with own
chopped off
head
to fly into
petals of
the rose
the Abyss
didn't look into
the chasm
the Flame
didn't become
the dragon-fly
too strongly
cried out
the Fire!
that's
all for
the truth:
the speck of dust
in the Emptiness of
the Wasteland
Basho hadn't
protected
the frog
just
still
pound
never
fallen
drop
to nowhere
didn't fly
the raven
if
crucified
the worm –
eyelashes
run into
the tear
to stay on
broken
legs
stay, bitch,
on broken
legs!
this is Other
Flowering of
the Garden:
don't want
to be
a Flower –
then
Bloom with
Blood
HIEROGLYPHS OF WORMS
the Mystery
of Eternity in Its
Finiteness
to show the edge
when blade is
absent
to follow the trace
of the Flame in
the Fire
Nothing
casts away no
shadow
to splash out the nectar
for the sake of the drop
of mud
to read
hieroglyphs
of worms
hissing bee
humming with
stream
the grass
hunts on
the wind
the dandelion
as the Mystery of
the Explosion
poking of the infant wolves
into the dead
mother-wolf
to build
Lost
Emptiness
to catch
the butterfly
by bits of fluff
the tiger
leapt out
of the tiger
inosculating
of cut up
worms
howling of
the wolf guards
the swallow
the thorn of the rose
saved the sting of
the bumble-bee
the hair of
the tiger cannot
be cut
the tragedy
of falling
drop
the specks of dust
play themselves their
Death
to pull out
from inside
the rose!
O bloom,
flower, removing
all of us
TERROR OF THE ROSE
ants don't
pray to
Heaven
all of sudden
to crash down
under the snow
Tracery is
wounded with
windings
exhale with
wounds of
the wolf
trace of!
the tear of!
the rat!
to break
the drop into
droplets
end of
the beast of
autumn
howl of
grief of
deer
dogs
tear off
carrion
carrion of
the tiger still
will leap
break-through of
the crying
hawk
for ever
ramming
mantra
gist!
of the conspiracy!
of all!
to show yourself up
on the Other Side of
the Form
in different way
to think of
Jesus
what else
can I
do?
to force
to die
the No?
Nothing!
Already! Never!
No!
if
you are
a Rose
be able
to break
the stem
pull up
your
roots
CHILD OF THE TERROR OF THE ROSE
in the pollen of fluffy
bees find the sobbing of
the wind
child of!
the Terror of!
the Rose!
rose is
more raptorial than
the wolf
lotus is
more frightening than
the tiger
burst into cry
with the spurt of
the snake
gesture 6
against
66
the eagle
turned over
in the air
Sky is beyond
the consciousness
and mind
pranayama of
the cocked
trigger
the shot
between two
petals
the tracery of!
the spurt of!
blood!
to kiss
the thrown
mud
to kiss
the slaughtered
rat
the Mystery of
the Very thin
Locating
Emptiness is
outside the emptiness
and empty
the gift of
the wild
fight
to hit!
to hit!
to hit!
evolution of
elements of
Chaos
faces of
the ancient
beetles
the butterfly
brought down
the Sky
the drop
didn't become
the blood
SATORI OF SHOOTING OF SAMADHI
the world will collapse
from Great
Insanity
needed are
the New Forms of
Mania
needed are
the New Abysses
and Chasms
to kill!
Covert!
Chiefs!
trembles
trembles
trembles
every
bit of fluff of
the hawk
Satori of
shooting of
Samadhi
carnage of
roaming
mantras
today
dies
Dao
Buddha
will Overtake
Death
only
for the reason
and to
be a scale
on the wings of
butterfly
extend
Death for the sake of
War of Nothing
Death for the sake of
Nothing of
No
not "measured"
and not "weighed
on scales"
to kill the most
beautiful
females
to live
amongst the rats
and eagles
Total!
Darkness of!
Dao!
"Prima Linea" of
liquidation of
Lao-Tzu
outside god
Wild Jerk of
Abyss
the killed
became Much
Stronger
BIRTH OF ZERO
bees don't have
refuge in
jewels
the shot!
the flower's born
in the center of brow
drops
for the battle of
the hard rain
the unborn
is being born
further
to slash
yourself and
leave
the leap of
the shredding into
the grasshopper
no one
rolls dead
scarab
up
the leap of
the bottom
leap of the tiger
and of the Real
Tiger
dance of the bull
on cremation of
matadors
Buddhaness of
eating up
carrion
Death
in the End of
Downfall
Downfall
in the Beginning of
Death
Buddha –
only the part of
the worm!
gripping
the hawk with the beak of
the bumble-bee
to take the splinter
out of the soft
bits of fluff
only the explosion
perfects
further
fell off
the rime from
the boughs
orchid
in the orgasm of
dew
paradise of
blooming of
the rose
the Void is
for No
Nothing
DAY OF CRYSTAL KNIVES
take away from them
Your Own
Death
Nothing of
unborn
child
the sound of
wiping
the mirror
Day of
Crystal
Knives
to shutter paradise
with speck of
Dao
to shutter hell
with little hair of
De
to flow as
a drop from
the leaf
to kill with
"splash
in silence"
the strategy
of snowflake
battles
ritual of
getting sink wolf's
teeth into
the dew
rushes about
in rage
who can
thrust with
the petal?
kill of Existence
in Nothing
Isn't!
the thrill of butterfly
is more pure than
the courage of tiger
the rat opens
its third
eye
interlacing of the tails
of scattered
lizards
grains of sand
are overfilled with
precipice
reflection of the tiger
breaks outside of
mirror
the Great War of
germinating
grains
the hurricane
has sheltered
the ear-stem
Triumph of
defeated
tears
UNKNOWN SIGNS OF GOD
Spirit begins
from the worship of
the mother-cockroach
from the fall of
imperceptible
drop
from the attack of
the invisible
dragon-fly
to gush out
as a flow of
blood
each
each
each
womb is
cleaner than Holy
Mother!
only thus
says
Spirit:
was crucified
not Jesus
but the tree
moth resurrects
Before and Earlier than
Christ
unknown
signs of
God
trace of
the squashed
moth is
the light of
the heavenly
lightning!
wolf of the Spirit
is fed by
the shot
rage of
blazes of
the Sun
the flow of Fire
drew the rose
in
drops
cripple
the rain
faster
lose
your Power!
faster
lose
your Might!
through
the smallest
speck of dust
exposing of
Great
Emptiness
just
moved
the leaf
DEAD HEAD: CAPUT MORTUUM
blade of grass is
beyond the complicacy of
tracery
the absence of
exhaustness of
withdrawal
helping rats
in Time of
Plague
to stroke
heads of
viper
knives are
held by
wounds
to decant
potassium
cyanide
the black kite
seeks only
air
pupil of an eye
widens in
the light
contemplating
autumn
bumble-bees
lacking
bullets in
the charger
speed of
stripping off
a the skin
bringing
the tree in
trance
opening of
the unbloomed
bud
in itself
crumbled
leaf
face of
flying
swallow
ricochet of the bullet
from the sides of
the skull
Charon
does not prepare
funeral
Decease
doesn't die
from Death
Hard Rain –
Not a Single
Drop!
no longer
anyone
dies!
the Blood flows
from
ItSelf
DENIALS
we are not
worthy of
Death
the Void is
not our
sanctuary
we are
not to show
Nothing
nirvana
plays
Death
for you
is inaccessible
Decease
we all
simply will
die
without
Nothing
there is No
without
Pure Burst of
Death!
O Gautama,
shoot at
Buddha!
to burn
not the tree
but Boddhi!
whisper
sunk in
scream
terror of
primordial
frailty
mind of
dying of
the beetle
the last
coupling of all
scales
the power of!
the grip of!
little paws!
thorns
are the
rose
passes of
severed
fingers
interlaced and
unlaced
the tracery
leaves
rejected
boughs
wild geese
fly
away
instant of
scattering of
rats
CHARMED WITH THE DEATH OF DEVIL
they
will again
betray you
I
don’t know
when
stand
behind my
back
aim
without fear
at the head
shoot
right in
the back of the head
turn me over
and shoot in
the face -
if
there is still
a face!
quietly
whisper at
the temple
touch
the chapped
lips
you
mean
nothing
forget
your
name
no one
sees
any one
they
can’t be
saved already
the Gift! of
Absolute!
Waste!
the worm – escaping
cocoon – explodes as
the moth!
explosion of
the worm really is
the butterfly
rupture of
the butterfly really is
God
if there is God –
there is no world
any longer
what
else I
can?
beneath is
the heaviness
of trap
above is
lightness
of the web
AZ: NOTHING AND FURTHER!
the Abyss
falls in
Itself
Dance of
the Dragons on
the skin
to control
the Divine
Feet –
Stamp!
Stamp!
Stamp!
only One
Deadly
Dance
Breaking beyond the cruelty
For the Sake of Other
Aggression
legs of the bumble-bee
touched
the pollen
Charon!
Buried!
burials!
to keep
the Light
by Extirpation!
to keep
the Dark
by Extirpation!
Breaking
through Nothing
and Further
knocking of the wolf-cubs
against dead
mother
she is
your mother
too –
she is
my Death
too!
to pity is-
how to kill
all!
the moth
becomes
the blade
to control
the Divine
Fingers –
Shred!
Shred!
Shred!
it is the Way
through passage of
Condemned –
the Way is only
in the eyes
of Beasts
to the Temple
of Chrysalises of
Butterflies
NIRVANANEVERMORE
beasts
had stolen from us
beautiful bodies
we won't die
like
petals
there is
ahead
no flower!
snowflakes
die instead of
butterflies
the purity of
the worm-eaten
apple
just opened
the rose – right away
the attack of bees!
the tracery of the moth
destroys the pattern of
the matrix
to Kill –
more important than
to save!
and then
ants
gushed out
to grip
the tremble
by the Thrill
just having missed
the snake bites
the Void
Air
kills
Water!
the wolf is
dead but
concealed himself
the spider blooms
with petals of
legs
quivers
the finest
hair
the leap of grasshopper
into the calyx of
the flower
the drop didn't
throw off
sprays
the cat didn't
leave
baby rats
Nothing didn't
destroy
Abyss
the Tempest didn't
change
Nothing
the last
speck of dust
fell down
THE TRUTH OF FIRE
an hour before
hung still in air
the dragonfly
someone
hailed
the child
outside the drops
gave s start
leaves
now
honey
bees
will come across
the dead
mouse
tornado
fucked
the tempest!
no more
there will be
lies
you are –
lacerated
womb!
you are –
croaked
female!
leap of
"heavy
grasshopper"
to hide yourself
in another's
flash?
to hide
you in Avoided
God?
the tremble
picks out
by itself
you
never
were
Nothing is –
the only
house!
Nobody is –
the only
guest!
to die
together with
the trees
to die
together with
the grass
just a little
bit of
fire
and
there Is
Nothing
Only!
the Truth of!
Fire!
MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND PAIN
there
is no
flower
brain of Buddha
longs for Syphilis of
Nietzsche
bees give
their pollen back to
Dirt
to cognize
Blackness of
Dao
to cognize
the Executioner
De
personally
lynch
Lao-Tzu!
for too
long lied
Purity
Mark Chapman
shoots "the cover of
the record" -
in growing dull of
replete
nerve!
new attack of
females of Charles
Manson
The Mystery of
Coming of Ismail
Ax
Jesus of
the Initial
Worm –
Buddha of
the Last
Drop!
What
Terrifies
the Terror -
Makes
frightened
the fear!
today
you will
die
breaking through
with thorns of
bumble-bees
Pure!
Impulse!
To Kill!
Non-existence of
Unbearable
Light
Mystery of
making it More
Enigmatic
the lizard of
nothing but
the tails
THE WAY OF PURITY OF THE WOLF
four inches of
the ancestral
way
turning of
the Fire into
the Flame
the head of worm
re-creates the whole
body
untwining of
the dried up
stem
the hit of
the drop into
the drop
praying mantis
balances on
the stem
to shoot at
yourself without
warning
with swarm of wasps
has bloomed
the rose
futility of
mind of
rats
Nothing –
but is Much
Stronger
all!
in petals is!
the Abyss!
breakthrough of the dragons
through the holes of
the worms
the moth
writhes in
the fire
flicker of
the trembling
eyelashes
now throw
the scorpion in
the cradle –
the child
will sting
first!
the fields had
crossed over their
bounds
the leap of
the wolf without
body
the aroma of
the torn out
heart
the grip of the Sky
down the spiral of
the snake
the shot
in the first one
in sight
APOCALYPSE OF PURPLE BEES
Dao is –
a privy
place
"Buddha
is
a toilet-paper"
resurrected
Christ fucks
off
off
off
off
fuck yourself
in Your Own
Purity –
you didn't sight
fallen
swallow!
in the center of
universal
happiness
revenge for
the killed
wolf
revenge for
squashed
ants
to find!
The Point! of Explosion!
Only!
to shake up
in the Emptiness
the dragons
to play Death
with human
figurines
eyelashes
pulls apart
the tear
sudden pain of
blazed up
grass
Brahma
chooses
Collapse
Nirvana
begs for
Death
Paradise
demands its
Downfall
Christ
doesn't want to play
Resurrection
Buddha
cuts his
throat
Dao lasts
outside its own
salvation
Fall! Of All!
Light!
Figures!
NEVERMORE OF DEAD RAVEN
isn't
the Shine
too shiny?
Black
Mass in temple of
ant-hill
the moth is
more black than
snow
inhalation of!
the very!
explosion!
to writhe inside
the shut
cocoon
to give the Sun
your own blood
to drink
raven dies
in deep
snow
death
riddles
the Decease
to whirl
and whirl
by bites
to lead
the tribe of
bullets
to rise after
the control
shot
the grass
breathes
further
bliss of
leaps of
wolves
the tiny beam
in the finest
drop
hatred
for everything that
is "a man"
tell
that it is
not so?
yes -
it
is!
it's time
to become
Nothing
"Nevermore" of
the dead
raven
the Great
Scream of
the rat
just
a spit of
blood
CULT OF THE SUN
sun is –
the last
Fuhrer
beasts are –
only the members of
the Party
only the flight and
freedom of
birds!
let
all angels
die
there is
no tinge of
"good"
there is
no tinge of
"evil"
there is
no tinge of
"human"
nothing but!
the battle of!
butterflies!
return back What
Is above
God
Dao is
happy for
nobody
shit of
the bees is above
Buddha
wounds of
the lamb are above
Christ
it's time to!
revive as!
a worm!
it is the worm that is
the revived
flower
black butterfly is
for the sake of
white butterfly
white butterfly is
for the sake of
black butterfly
let!
all! die!
angels!
here It is
The Last
Mystery:
the sound of wings
of Fluttered Up
Butterflies
must
Kill
the god
must
Kill
the world
AVENGE ME
to implant
electrodes
in brain –
the rat presses
the "button of
ecstasy"
the Orgy
without wish to
survive
the rite of
Unappeasable
Frenzy
to spread
Death on –
testers!
to let out of
the cages rabid
dogs –
to tear!
to tear!
to tear!
invisibility of
inner
mourning
disjointing of the tear
at endlessness
of little tears
to fall into
the sobbing of
the finest
to seek in fire
for straw
dogs
to protect
the senseless and
the finite
fluffiness of
chopped off
legs
this trembling in
the Midst of
the Sun
the shaking of
snouts of
little rats
the crack of
breaking
shell
continuous
transpiercing of
snowflakes
to interflow with
falling
drops
to wish
not to survive
too strongly
to wish!
not to survive!
too strongly!
to pull
the gun
trigger
......
avenge
me
Impressum
Texte: Photos by TheaterOfCrueltyNOH AZsacra
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 25.10.2008
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Widmung:
I dedicate this
bitter and difficult book
to Great Holy India,
spiritiualness of which
will yet force
the East and the West
to unite in
Misterious Shining