A Few Hours with Kika

A lyrical pile of pigeon crap

by

Jakub Simek

that is so 2016

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Dedicated to my dear sister Kristina

Time is just a footnote to a place called home

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For My First Sister

Years pass bylike desert stormsbut the eternal sunshineshines alrighteven through the darkest nightbalcony, kitchen, PVC floorI tried to paint like you on that floormelted plastic inhalatorlots of funlamps glow among blocks of flatsyears pass bynow at the terrace we talk a lotabout the bizarre lifeand its anecdotal evidencethat it all makes sense

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KuboKika

Calm eveningswith vibrant discussionsyour deep thoughtsmy shallow memoriesyou help me to recall my childhood and define who I amMajor Lazerpiercing my soultattooing my breathI try to catch the temporal beauty of virtual materialitysearching through photos gives me vertigoI fell down the time spiral kitchen, balcony, pigeons,Petrzalka, You

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Solid Air

May you neverCold humid mist embarrasses us allby rendering us both visible and hiddenthe eternal frozen hand of lovedisassembles into dustwhen it squeezes firmlythe ticklish subject foundthe joy that evaporates instantly like the odor of cheap hot ramenlike the solid smoke that was tobaccoand still islike the phoenix that rises from the ashes of aeon barred reserve currency the love as pure lackingthe solid air is formed by subtractionby escaping void through selfish sacrifice by penetrating the thin layer of beautyhuman bone emerges through skinas the eternal fragile spiritthat is always brokenin solidarity with perishing hair of Nick Drake in the voice of Beth Gibbons

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Aperol bubble blocked

Every morning we enter a brand new worldduring night we die in our dreams creatures governed by habithoarding social capitaltime fizzles it outAperol Spritz turns into pisslife is an empty bubble in it

cork blocks it but preserves itFor god is loveand love is hard to captureeasy to disrupt anything

it preserves only under pressure

Slapped for praising beautyscarred for scared eternityfragile synergy of endless doubtsuntil the last bubble bubbles out

And eternity emerges in its subtle emptinessEmptiness is form

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Fighting Vice

From despairto art of bike repairmindfulness is shitbecause of the marshmallow problemthe more you focus on fighting vicethe stronger it becomesstop trying to forgetstop trying to forgiveyourselfshellfishdeep sea salty aggressive sinkingblinking timelessobscenerenderingof holy vaintreading on thin airdelicate as flowermade of marshmallowsburning in constant fireFelixrises from the ashesof twenty cigarettesevery morning

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is half of your life lostevery night you are reborninto a beastWarm Regards

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Fake it until you break it

I am an active investorin passive aggressivenessmy return on divestment is flatnull, stupid submergenceinto the void of your tranquil beautythe backbone of soul is facebookyour pale skin, red bruise, ginger hairI had a blurry dream of youthat I actually rememberedthe happiness that I invented and invited

The silly cat that is both dead and alive like all of usOnce we feel alivewe know we’re gonna chokeWhen we are dying we knowour bits will live with wormsand even stones are alivein this computational universe

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Unknown Known

Calm endless horizonsmashed the window of opportunityreoccurring purity of acid skiesand sleeping sickness flieslike a ticking clockwith a sense of urgencyticklish subject is foundin the eternal nightof charismatic structures and rupturesdisavowed temptationof inanimate immersioninto funand suddenlyall the lights are outHere comes the sun – You

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_rain

The thing between us is borderlineBordering on sugar and insanityBrandy glasses, dim lights, laughterUnrefined, not smartUseless like all the beautyMultiple entry visas that never expireOn a lost passport in a black holeTrain wreck on a one track mindNever/mind

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Seasoned by Sun

Like that kid who loved to stare at the sunI do it even though it burns my veinsWhen I don’t see you for daysI’m screwedLike ice age was nothingSeasons pass byBut when you do, it’s always spring

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Stormy Whatever

There might be one or two people who multiply your ordinary perceptions in life by thousandsYeah, one needs to run to feel the airand rain to blossomBut this sprinting emotional canceris eating away my soulI just swim through the extraordinary carelessly to remain saneThin, week vessel of subjectivitythat cannot hold your beauty and remain afloatit keeps sinking instead of thinking"Remembering,your touch, your smile, your warm embrace"Forgetting all the spiritless, pointless, deperate, embarassingattempts at life without you

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A Few Hours with H

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1.Rain, train to ViennaSaturday, TomasCafe Hangovergenetically modified stories seeing H through a window she stands inside supermarket to avoid raincooking, talkingvodka Kalashnikovthe past, stories of adolescent innocencedreams lost, broken faith lostasparagus, coffee, cakesweet memoriesinner peaceUbahn U2the need for stabilityserene way backtrees, tears, writingtraveling only in my bodyimmedient

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2.HyperrealityMoebius striplife is a strifeshort gasps at the missing wordshappiness is the opposite of seamlessself-aware Turing machines

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3.The Bare LifeBarren breathless heartlooking ahead inside my headfalse flagsDo you remember?When there was nothing?When there was nothing at all?lifeless stressless matterlessbarren soundless sigh

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4. HummingYears grow on metrees flow by menight bites at mesoul boils in mebrain freezes in mefeelings encompass methe ticklish subject foundthe petit ain the eyes of H

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5.Silent HOnly a few (h)ours, (h)ours, (h)ours(h)owls, (h)owlsoursjust oursto debug

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Sunny Night of the World

Moonflower ShopMayflower maybeVienna, the peace I have lost long time agoI just found suddenlytimeless asparagus in a timeless discussionbubble that cannot be burstbecause it is invertedand transcends our 4-dimensional space

past the cold dark sun and moonfearing to trespass the rulesyou need to let fear flow through your whole bodythe feeling that there is nothing more importantthan this momentthe unity we feel noweven though there is nothing, nothing at allthe serene borderline between tears and happinessthe sparks in the eyesand soul that wants to burst

I fucking love dreams that didn’t come truethat is the only precious thingbecause the worst thing that can happen to you is all your dreams come true and you even didn’t noticeThe Best Offertranscending beyond matterbeyond senses, beyond hormonesbeyond qualia, beyond imagination,beyond the impossible, beyond the square zerobeyond the principle of computational equivalence

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From Vienna to Eternity

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The Impossibility of a Peninsula

No man is an island, they say we tend to think we are all connectedto some kind of primordial continent of hopelanguage makes us humanand reveals shapes of our world and feelings

But can it name and shame that abyssof a cold ocean that separates us?And those deep sea ugly fishour inner monsters that bite our gutsand munch on our fears?One peninsula can hold two funny nationsone world, and it cannot hold a dreamof just us two

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Ever

The namethe name that gives you shivers in milliseconds the eternity arriveslike it never leftthere in the eclectic vibes of the dimly lit Radostthat overwhelming seriousness 90 pushups peaceful, delightful, frightening calmnessthe eternal idea of jazzplatonic painting of Norwegian woodsGod left, you arrivedGod arrived, you never leftshiny eyessuddenly, subtlya meaning comes to life

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Zed was

Full of life, aggressiveness and calmnesshe didn’t give a fuckmaybe just that one momentI tried to rescue himfoolishlyI cried, he criedwe embracedjust that one momentthen years went onwe parted wayslife went onAnd now Zed was

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Of life, game

Cellular, cellular; cellularautomatablank canvasof my vaporizing mindfrozen, stifled in eternitywith all memoriesbeing synthetic fakesI felt the horror - I don’t remembera thingjust emotionsof what, for what?time is computational complexitythere are deeper, much deeper layers that construct timeit is not continuous it from bitshitI don’t knowI don’tIwegroupmarkets

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lovetraded long after we are all goneat high frequencydown deep belowsnatched by a mantis shrimp

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Suboptimal Translations

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1.办公室 没 人Nobody Office他 的 声音 沙了His voice sand the五 颜 六 色 的 花 真 好 看Five Yen-colored flowers look really good不 要 取 笑 他 人 的 失误 People do not want to get laughed at his mistakes

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2．千里 之 行 始 于 足 下A thousand miles on foot at the beginning他 住 动 给 老人 让 座He lives move to the elderly so that the seat后天 我 就 回 国 了I went back to the country the day after tomorrow他 学 的 专业 现在 成 冷门了He learned profession now as popular a

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3．他 做 任 何 事 都 十 分 认 真He made things any tenth seriously羊毛 出 在 羊身 上The wool on sheep body打 完 球 ，他 觉得 一身 轻After playing the ball, he felt one light 这 个 超市 的 东西 真 便宜This stuff really cheap supermarket

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4.我 无 法用 语言 表 达 我 此刻的情。At the moment I can not reach my love language tables.树叶 都 落 下 来 了。The leaves are falling down here.你 这 是 为什么？This is why you?这 个 部门 换领 到 了。This sector renewal to.

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5.喝 水 不 忘 打井人。Drinking water wells were not forgotten.不尽然Not at all快考试了。Quick examination.积累财富Accumulation of wealth

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6. 一减一等于零。One minus one equals zero.太好了！Great!千里之行，始于足下。A thousand miles begins with a single step.大家选举他当代表。We elected him as representative.

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7.舍己为人。Self-sacrifice. 怕事。Timid. 天热，你吧上衣脱了吧。Hot days, you now tops off the bar. 民众的热情很高。Very enthusiastic people.

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8.孔子学院里有孔子的塑像。Confucius Institute has a statue of Confucius. 他今天有空。His free today. 我们都应该了解一些常识。We should all understand some common sense.不到晚上十点他就捆了。Less than ten p.m. he was tied.

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9.别着急时间还够。 Do not worry enough time yet.日程横还需要变更以下。 Cross also need to change the following schedule.机不可失时不再来。Now or never. 我跟他很熟。

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I am very familiar with him.

10. 只可意会， 不可言传。Can only be felt, not explained.他是自学成才。 He is self-taught.我保证完成任务。

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I promise to complete the task.听了着话， 他马上就发火了。After listening to the words, he'll be angry.

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Suboptimal Landscapes

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poems of yesterday

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Myself, my biggest frenemyFrenzy of restless thoughtseither too drunk to rememberor too sober for quiet nights

BalconyMy best friendconnecting kitchen with Godcountless lights cannot beat the darkness

VictoryDoesn’t look like thisyou need a credit top-up to make a calllife doesn’t have a post-paid plan

FelonyCommitted by sins of omissiona smile can be the most serious thing

RemedyA slow breath seems to take foreverexhaling all the silly attempts at happiness

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2.The outburst of pathetic lovelike poison, like the stupidtobacco every other hoursuffocating me tenderlywith a twistwith a twisted beautythe closer I am the further I amProject Sisyphusit still makes senseas only what we are losingwe really ownlike sense and sensesmeans and fencesmarriages and mortgages

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3.Half the sky

Ok, I get itI got fooled by Tagore sayingthe sky is too small for othersthan the two loverswho only for a couple of hourswere made immortal

Like I need to invent a whole new languageto talk to you between the linesor finally shut upand remain silen_

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4.I am a dam of dumbnessa flood of dirty watersa visual recognition softwareI see a silhouette of someonewho looks like youand my CCTV goes from black and whiteto full HD

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poems of tomorrow

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1.A being, the present continuousthe flipside of realitythe outrooted rotten hollow woodconstant fireyou have to blinkotherwise tears will flowthanks God for themDoes the world exist when I have my eyes closed?Hold it!I’m scared to let the precious moment slip

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2.Snoozing the inner alarmfree fallingdeep diving and climbingup againpathetic, ha?black tea with milk, one sugardevil on my leftthe periphery of attentiona ticklish subject lostdistant peace washed away at the sea shorered lights alertemptied minibar in my headswimming in the lucid poolin diver’s suit and a full gearescaping the chlorine pristinitylooking for a sunk yellow duck

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3.Dreams, the most preciousdistilled reality you ownthat will happen onceor notnot todaywho cares?in 412 weeksOr not

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4.Racing on the treadmill of affectionyou can press the pausetake a sip of that expensive Spanish bottled waterand change the machinefor betteror worseor don’t pausejust run on the same spottowards the unreachable screen of deathwhile Original Don is playing

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5.Imagine!all the people, imaginein Lyonsitting at the fountaintense, unable to movelooking for a reason and couragethere must be some dream to fight forlike to make some girl happy one dayno Range Rovers and beachfront houses

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1.The policy of poetrywords lose meaning upon utteringlike the smell of burning rubbercompletely naturalI can’t stand the distant proximitythe encompassing chokeyeah, sure, chemistrythe opposite of problems is deathgreen tea, no alcohol, no electricitycandle on a Fisherman’s Friend boxwriting because I like the sound of paper

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2.Anything goesbut I don’t know wherethe vibrations of sighthe borders where tears stopand have to returndenied visas for the lack of opennessthere is a place for improvementjudgment call busy

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3.Anywhere we go you leave a stampyour words and smiles stay putfilling the void of every little streetemotional geographycornered between friction and fictionI chose the latterlittering my selfish existencewith pearls of your uncanny rawness

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poems of never

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1.Storm in a Cup

A summer before the last summeron a bus I thoughthow below a perfect stormthere must be these ugly deep sea fish with lanternsin dark cold constant waters

Now, basking in the sunlight of the calm oceanI think about these ugly beasts againbut these stale waters are too shallowfor life aquatic

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2. Sudden Eden

creative unshacklingthe old me was fond of youI dumped itthis deep pathetic fartshook a distant universebut not our open spaceunbecoming graceshameless, fresh, childishkimchi, pickled radishselfish fetish mistakenfalse, unfair coldly calculatedarticulated but unspokenspeechless

expressive single-minded vanity

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3. Suboptimal Landscapes

grasping for despair, climbing over airdining with debt collectors and prostitutesreading them fairy talesabout brave malesturning the other butt cheekresting my tested mindno peace in my veinsI want to feel cold heartless strengthfree of dreams scattered on thousand plateauswords instead of picturesgaps instead of wordsbeeps, likes, updatesit is a small world

traded at a high frequency

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