my face burning now
from reflections of warm and light
and cold and wind and sun
still playing a winter theme

put some plastic on top of snow:
want to put out clover seed
onto that ground covered with snow
frozen sand deeply frozen sand
so hungry for some organic stuff

snow will melt and water will go away
and nothing will be left for my vegetables

no mulch to keep that moisture here
no worms to do their digging for me

I am what the garden one day will give me
but I will have to give my thoughts to it first
now and forever

that I have to help the soil here
-and its life within-
to come to life too and stay alive...

but snow and cold somehow cover up
are in balance and neither giving in yet

that greenhouse -I call it that-
to the East, the morning sunshine is waiting...
waiting for me

yes, everything here is new
a new beginning for me

...never in tune with language
only in touch with nature

centuries speak
silence lives

via

fancy
frivolity
illusion

priests and politicians
meet and ritualize

within
double-headed institutions

language's masks
cure all failures

processes history
likes what imagination likes

verbosity
fortified with dreams

coercion fails
failure coerces

last week I got sheep manure and topsoil, altogether fifty-four bags...

not much snow out here,
two rabbits, one white, one brown

cold at the beginning of the week, minus forty Celsius and colder,
but when the sun shines as if spring is already on its way...

between end of October and the middle of February
daily daylight is under ten hours

so in February again with more sunlight
vigorous plant growth goes over ten hours into spring and summer...

nice sunshine from the south, then from the west in the sun room
and more and daily more
starting with December 21st

words reward words
human against human

the paychecked factotum
fortified
via prejudices

empowered practices
groups rule ! dispense

prejudice galore ad infinitum
by virtue of their employment status,
an empowerment via pay cheque

confront
the buyer,
a non-status entity

intruder
in prejudice's heaven

a number
an institutional devise

a mask
an illusory devise

a human
a submissive devise

you obey them

in the guise always
of fictitious practices

tongues do them
automatically

no words need apply

culture acts "the medium"

from
its fog therein
institutions rise

redefine
the works the world
all words

fantasies
classes and elites
minimalistic rations of vocabulary
all hooked up
from within beliefs

paychequed harassers'
oppressors' forces
act
more and more
become culture's warriors
of "true" fly by night lies

via
some sort
of voluntary coercion
within custom and culture

or
through human acrobatics
using words
that shape belief

within the art of lies

thus turning language as such
into domains of controllers and enforcers

all users of verbosity

all productions of fictions and lies
all beliefs
all dupery

all impotences of clapping hands
that pay for clappery

all cries for more war
all results from language's failure

all sacrifices the lust of beliefs
lusting for more ever more belief

doctrine's verbosities
rhyming with morals' ever more morals

halloweening
all done
under cover

as if
words live
turn into "miracles"

from fat promise
to peace of words

convoluted ethics
that screws behaviour
via intent, convoluted will

all words elevated
into higher value words

all brought to you
via
ever more words

on the wings
of institutionalized fantasies

every collective cult a move,
a subversive training exercise

a coup d'etat
of a ruling institution

series of closural acts
from within unreason

a free "Good Night" entry
into further training

only a conceptual scene
encountered
counts

"subjects"
performing illusions

verbosity of words ?

whips of concepts
visibly performed?