SON OF A NIETZSCHE

"It is increasingly apparent to me that the philosopher, who is necessarily a man of tomorrow and the day after, has in every age found and had to find himself in contradiction to his today: his enemy every time was the ideal of the day." F. Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

Oh! l’amour n’est rien, s’il n’est pas de folie…

Photo: Leonard Freed "Il y a deux routes qui mènent à la vie. L'une est la route ordinaire, directe et honnête. L'autre est dangereuse, elle prend le chemin de la mort, et c'est la route géniale."  * "Oh! l'amour n'est rien, s'il n'est pas de folie, une chose insensée, défendue et une aventure dans le …

CAIN’S BOOK

Alexander Trocchi - Cain's Book "If I write: it is important to keep writing, it is to keep me writing. It is as though I find myself on a new planet, without a map, and having everything to learn. I have unlearned. I have become a stranger." "My friends will know what I mean when …

SILVER APPLES

"With your moccasins of dark cloud, come to us... "My only world is sound... Oscillations, oscillations... Electronic evocations of sound's reality "You can see love waiting inside the velvet cave​- excerpts from SILVER APPLES's lyrics

FLAMINGO TONGUE SUNDAY NIGHT, BY HENRIK AESHNA/EROS EN FEU – DIONYSIAC CHRONICLES FROM THE HOTEL LA LOUISIANE

"how I hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity”  william burroughs "today i only believe in the pulsating of my veins bleats the forgotten crooner while les enfants de saint-germain-des-prés set fire to the terraces on saturday night & pretend tomorrow will never come" henrik aeshna / eros en feu "i will eat the Goncourt …

DAWN – DIONYSIAC CHRONICLES FROM THE HÔTEL LA LOUISIANE BY HENRIK AESHNA/EROS EN FEU

"i'm screaming, i met you this wayyou're nice to me like iceplease, please, Baby Lemonade" - Syd Barrett, "Baby Lemonade" …& yr pink lagunas in the sky at dawn like a timeless south american landscapeyr quivering fingers stained w/ nicotine & orgasmyr insomniac flowers's eyes still dripping w/ last nite's dreamsyr morning breath sprouting from …

BUD POWELL’S MELANCHOLIC SYMPHONY ON LARGACTIL AT THE LAST HOTEL – DIONYSIAC CHRONICLES FROM THE HÔTEL LA LOUISIANE BY HENRIK AESHNA/EROS EN FEU

“il faut que ce feu commence à moi. Ce feu et ces langues, et les cavernes de ma gestation. » antonin artaud Henrik Aeshna/Eros en Feu, Hotel La Louisiane, 2020 Inside, the unmade bed, the scattered journals & notebooks like a storm conspiracy, the scented candles filling the air, the wonderful hysteria created by the lovers …

I AM NOTHING I WANT EVERYTHING 1 – DIONYSIAC CHRONICLES FROM THE HÔTEL LA LOUISIANE BY HENRIK AESHNA/EROS EN FEU

i am nothing i want everything - wine visions love sex ecstasy - the hotel room fills up with foreign chants - i've no idea where i am but the strange certainty i am a coal-seam fire in the dark playing russian roulette with Time over a bottle of rouge cigarettes old divorces & memorable …

EXPERIMENTAL POETRY: JÓZSEF BÍRÓ – MINAMOSOGNO, an irregular mini – opera in three acts / movements (HUNGARIAN/ENGLISH)

JÓZSEF BÍRÓ MINAMOSOGNO an irregular mini – opera in three acts / movements ( - in memory of János Pilinszky - ) ( prologue ) luggage lamented pawnshop wondering tile unlimited saved obligee’s plotting mutates bride in-milk specious wealthy square-built salt-idol lynx-eyed merciful revolutionary informal disadvantages rifle MINAMOSOGNO rendhagyó mini – opera egy felvonásban / …