diff --git a/Alembic.md b/Alembic.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..89831a8 --- /dev/null +++ b/Alembic.md @@ -0,0 +1,633 @@ +--- +author: +- Mattia Mascarello +title: Alembic +--- + +=cmr12 at 40pt + +CC BY-SA 4.0 Mattia Mascarello\ +Distribuited under the ["Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International (CC +BY-SA 4.0)\"](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/) license + +Poems by Mattia Mascarello + +Anywhere the wind blows + + -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -- + Current Edition: January February March April May June July August September October November December + -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -- + +Mattia Mascarello,\ +Alba (CN), Italy\ +\ +[Github](https://github.com/MatMasIt)\ +[Telegram](https://t.me/matmasak) + +Thanks to all of my friends. + +**Preface**\ +My stream of thought is stored in this container as I progress to read +it Essentially, a collection + +Cogs +==== + +Cogs of Ice\ +Tick and Slide\ +Subdivide the Time in Time\ +Slow or steady to demise\ +Who shall melt and who shall dance\ +On the thin floor of life? + +Parcel +====== + +Wherever may I find my body wandering and where I lay my hand\ +A lone and unknown land\ +Just follows me and never leaves\ +Oh when has this begun?\ +To them I say let there be\ +a land I know and love\ +and not the parcel nature gave\ +to spare with me alone. + +Rolls +===== + +An old typewriter lies on the desk\ +Rolls of types and rolls of life\ +the impression of a hot coffee\ +on a cloudy morning\ +and the prints of a dead hand.\ +Oh young age, regret and retribution\ +The keys' noise covers my thought\ +and the noise that I bear inside. + +Friction +======== + +Friction\ +Friction\ +Metal scraping\ +Glass beheading\ +Where we're heading?\ +Sleep and\ +tick and\ +turn and\ +twist and\ +walk and\ +sit, for what?\ +Desist?\ +Your calculations\ +fail. + +Machines +======== + +Polygons of vision\ +A field of empty vectors\ +Directed to imperfection\ +Escape your judgment\ +Machines of flesh\ +Which make machines\ +For this you see\ +'tis what thee be. + +OK +== + +Ok\ +Why?\ +OK\ +What does it mean?\ +What do you mean?\ +This is ridiculous\ +Ok\ +The alarm is sounding\ +Ok\ +For well you see the waste this\ +all be\ +O\ +K. + +Masters of Doubt +================ + +Do you feel good?\ +Do you feel fine?\ +What must be word\ +that you make so flag of yourself\ +When you proceed\ +To bury the dead. + +Second Line +=========== + +Buffer of thought\ +Distilled and saw\ +It keeps bouncing inside\ +Until you drown it in fire. + +Steam +===== + +Steam, fire, electricity\ +Some machines feed on it\ +Some machines die on it\ +All walk on the ribbon\ +It goes extremely wide. + +Imaginary +========= + +Flow\ +Fly\ +In the sky\ +Slowly tired\ +Not explored anything\ +Neither being admired\ +But still\ +You may try. + +Sweden +====== + +What shall say thee?\ +2418\ +Walk to the beam\ +Shines so lightly\ +Moves so brightly\ +When you'll think then\ +Don't complain me\ +For what I see\ +Is the most wide sea. + +Contempt +======== + +Acknowledge it!\ +Acknowledge it yourself\ +The forces that behind you\ +are pushing your contempt\ +You see someone up there\ +but no-one but yourself\ +You think the freest free is what\ +the heat has quickly fled\ +No intention to assimilate\ +let alone to adjudicate\ +The superstructure of your thought\ +is laid upon bones. + +Resonance +========= + +Glaring eyes to the public\ +you notice something:\ +an entity which resonates\ +the same frequency as you\ +Be sure as well to keep in phase\ +that's what you're going to do\ +because if not you know that, too\ +you'll cancel whole in two. + +Beat +==== + +Beat him! No, don't despair\ +There's always a second place for losers,\ +that's hell\ +Beat her!\ +Look at your foe in the eyes\ +You might both as well call it a tie\ +For in this fight the only winner is who doesn't cry.\ +Was that anytime?\ +Well, everyone stops fighting when they die. + +Walk +==== + +Walk downtown,\ +looking around\ +The movement, the sound\ +The rubble on the ground\ +changing\ +slowly chaining\ +Men walking in the snow\ +Where do they go?\ +What do they know?\ +A solitary chimney\ +Is coughing up some smoke\ +You sit on the edge of the plane\ +Which separates from them all. + +Act +=== + +A close call\ +It's ringing\ +You might as well pick up your phone\ +Oh, look, it's your friend\ +He's asking what you've done\ +Interact is all you do,\ +It flows inside everyone and all\ +What did you make of it? + +Bell +==== + +Rain and Snow\ +Outside a shell of shells\ +So while outside it's cold as hell\ +You ring the bell, for dinner's served\ +However don't rejoice so much\ +because you it's not for you to know\ +what then you'll tell. + +Blue +==== + +Looking in the eyes\ +the broadcast just begun\ +for there's some connection\ +which requires no waveform\ +oscillators dance, that's sure\ +but what might they do\ +when the only station I am tuning in\ +is you. + +Red +=== + +What Irony of a substance,\ +powering such squalor\ +mess of cogs and sweat\ +But when the oil leaks\ +the pain deceives\ +that friction's gone.\ + +Casino +====== + +Wait\ +This game is rigged!\ +What did you expect?\ +Someone's gonna have to finance\ +heaven and hell. + +War +=== + +Go away and come\ +command\ +sustain\ +engage\ +and train\ +terrain\ +TERRAIN\ +TERRAIN! + +Trees +===== + +Hands in air\ +fog is there\ +dark and light\ +all perspires\ +when you're there. + +Violet +====== + +Violet, light blue\ +you know the\ +address, too\ +the corners of\ +the world are\ +shining there\ +for you.\ +Even when your soul denies\ +you're bound\ +by what's outside. + +Reflection +========== + +Eyes stare at\ +eyes\ +The same soul inside\ +yet shall we say\ +we feel afraid, insane. + +Smile +===== + +A symile of smiles, emerged\ +from what seemed\ +like crying.\ +Despair may be\ +a pretty fun affair. + +Tear +==== + +Tear, torn, cut apart\ +select your product from\ +the list\ +a little scalpel\ +may fix that\ +but what lays on the floor\ +is hard to reattach + +Void +==== + +Beyond black\ +beyond white\ +beyond cubes\ +beyond lights\ +beyond love\ +beyond lies\ +it's not just what\ +hearth and mind deny\ +it's what thy were\ +and thy shall be. + +Dust +==== + +Writings on a wall\ +a tree and its\ +snow\ +What acheivement do you keep\ +in your mind and in your soul?\ +Many speakers of all minds fly and dance will\ +tonight\ +While the dust settles\ +inside. + +Buyeth +====== + +To everybody's contempt\ +today is the event\ +The day when you must pay\ +for the uncherished bliss\ +we all have been denying\ +before it was taken by\ +fire. + +Gates +===== + +Bad,unjust\ +war and lust\ +we shall decide\ +what you be must\ +Dancing as a dancer\ +Sleeping as a sleepr\ +Heat,\ +speeding cars,\ +metal and wooden planks\ +Your nature shall not stand\ +where we not demand. + +Sweat +===== + +Brick and bells\ +On which an old man leans\ +Not tired by age,\ +but by life's appeal\ +For who lives in a dream is sleeping\ +and thus he's keeeping\ +his life of sweat. + +Tin +=== + +Laying on a bed in a late early after noon\ +The pitch black and the tense muscles\ +The will to grip to the comfy cushion yet the urge to act\ +The incessant\ +time\ +awaits\ +one's\ +alarm.\ +Laying inert like tin battles with the soul\ +Until one wins on his own terms + +Stereo +====== + +The downhill pipe\ +all leaks and all flows\ +jets and steamy puffs\ +shielded and shivering\ +break and set fire\ +collide and deny\ +barricade\ +Don't fade, don't regret\ +admire\ +desire\ +but rageous be\ +against the passage of the time.\ +Flames shall be your soul\ +and your touch shall be fire.\ +Intertia and hiding\ +only stack yourself\ +up your back. + +Alley +===== + +Shelf\ +void and book and shelf\ +and laughter and cry and joy and pain\ +throughs books and shelves\ +to read the mess\ +away, far away\ +it tangles in itself. + +Light +===== + +Good little sky\ +the bruising of the night is silent and shy\ +you flucutate over the land of the tired\ +which all contend.\ +Oh, apprehend\ +the solitary smoke\ +which comes from the fire\ +which burns in the pond\ +of tomorrow's light.\ +And when the vastness open their eyes\ +do not deny\ +the burns of light. + +Explode +======= + +Time washes streaming through\ +mind and soul to cleanse the bowl\ +to which it fails, it does again,\ +the rage subdues, the sight restrains\ +in the vast field of which we are made. + +Again +===== + +Calmly and slowly\ +methodically inquiring\ +perfecting, note-taking\ +the plain of life is the battle field\ +on which the players move their\ +little\ +plastic\ +figures\ +Again and again\ +On the brink of war\ +You never truly wash them away\ +For they come in waves, back and forth\ +The stasis long, but the tempest strong\ +Irrupts in your home\ +and shatters it in tiny cardboard pieces\ +Again and again\ +So you walk alone in a calm windy night\ +chill for your hands but not enough for your soul\ +and whatever path you choose\ +you swing your arms and you speed your pace\ +to outrun and trick the rain,\ +but through the intricacies of life\ +in spite of reason and disdain\ +the painful drops fall through the ground\ +to be collected in your veins\ +And all the parties you chill at\ +all the calls you pick up or dial in\ +each keystroke\ +each click\ +consumes the sky\ +in which you walk\ +in this sunny night.\ +Again and Again. + +Flow +==== + +Bitter and toxic\ +may well be\ +the sweet relief\ +to occam's seam.\ +You hug on your sofa\ +the insanity of a morning coffee\ +which just left you alone\ +in a puddle of mud\ +after much tribulation and desperate objectives\ +you're happy, sad, relieved, deceived\ +it is enough to let the flow\ +spill on the ground\ +at sunset's noon. + +Night +===== + +I am alone under a night sky with empty eyes,\ +a deafening silence,\ +and a cold face\ +bleeding in the pond of my life\ +knives contend\ +the supper chimes. + +The backrooms +============= + +Here are the backrooms\ +again.\ +The palpable shadow\ +just melts in thin air.\ +The vortex of people that\ +fly here and there.\ +The flicker of the neon lights\ +gets\ +in\ +the\ +soul\ +and all is rare\ +in the empty void\ +I hare\ +but never move. + +Cointainerland +============== + +An industrious shipyard\ +in a lonely field\ +behind a modest platform\ +sudbdues the sight\ +as the hot metal travels in the windows\ +and scrapes away the thoughts\ +of a moist summer day\ +spent on a plastic seat. + +Stormy light, Permanently night +=============================== + +It's day.\ +And I won't do anything.\ +The metal cuts the sky.\ +And I shan't do anything.\ +It's permanently night.\ +Would I do anything?\ +Souls rain by an upper bridge, on a stormy city train.\ +Would I still do anything?\ +They're blending or they might.\ +And I should do anything?\ +A boat is sailing by\ +all the symbols that inspire.\ +Here is not all alike.\ +I shall do anything.\ +Tonight.\ +No time. + +Feedom standings +================ + +The sparkling taste\ +of the\ +august air\ +conditioning\ +in a sweet-sour mall.\ +Raves the human fire in ice\ +freest touches humanity whenstone and fire itself.\ +What freedom is the one to\ +void itself?\ +Ethics class in a fancy hotel\ +while the metal clangs\ +crushing the human flesh\ +under a green sky. The mirrors hurt it\ +Glass breaks apart in the fashionable\ +ideological parade.\ +Where do you stand? + +Sliding Doors +============= + +Sliding doors\ +slide slaying\ +time laying down\ +the evil soul they\ +lie but retain\ +when they slide\ +in your face.\ +Nevermind. + +Boys? +===== + +The blushing heat of the soul\ +when the hugs touch the sky\ +and the night dwindles by\ +and burns the eyes of death\ +and kisses the fresh grass\ +that grows inside\ +my, my. diff --git a/Alembic.pdf b/Alembic.pdf index fec0bcd..fac9953 100644 Binary files a/Alembic.pdf and b/Alembic.pdf differ