uzin@mo = art + food + kulture + muzik + fiction + états d’âmes + karnet + exploration des sens + erotika + littérature de l'étonnement + inspiration + chronique

Friday, April 21, 2017

konfessions of a bradbury kollector: writing soundz (wordz by alfred balcon)

still remember the first bradbury words that went into my soul.
it was a book about burning books (in the future).
a pure revolution in the making.
erudite explosion like a volcano out of control.
a dark carnival.
oh so much texture.
like sound and vision.
u were the teacher.
i was the student.
from that moment on, i started collecting all that you have even written.
every collection of short stories.
every novel.
like a hungry vampire hunting for fresh blood.
collecting. reading. writing.
my own literary creations enhanced by your everlasting talent.
zen in the writing.
at last, my life had a meaning.
and then, on june 5, 2012,
while I was still listening to the echoes of your ground-breaking career,
your voice went mute.
typewriter shutdown.
life shortage.
anybody home?
fuck all.
total blackness.
and sadly, the word empire that u provided structure for,
that u have once built for us, apostles, with your own tears, blood and sweat,
should never ever be the same again…
another black day without you.
i dream of the day that I will finally meet with u in the afterlife.

yours truly,


Muzik pairing:

Warm Leatherette / The Normal


Monday, April 17, 2017


Almost midnight / I close my eyes / I am afraid of what comes next / afraid to see what the world will look like when the page of the calendar will be turned / darkness euphoria / fear of everything and nothing / fear of the wolf / fear of the deadly kiss from the Babylon whore / fear of the melody that my blood sings in the parking lot of my unconsciousness / fear of the cemetery rebellion / fear of what lies under my bed / afraid of all human kind / afraid of what I am not / fear of what I might have been / fear of being abandoned / fear of aliens / fear of your socially transmitted venom / fear of your putrid cunt / fear of tomorrow's stinking remorse / fear of going out / afraid of being afraid / fear-o-mania...


Muzik paring :

I'm Afraid of Americans - David Bowie



i knock at your door
but u don't open.

i call u on your cell
but u don't answer.

i touch your skin
but you get away from me.

i tell u that i luv u
but my wordz get lost in your indifference.

i share with u my concerns about our future
but you fall asleep in my face...


Muzik pairing :

All Wrong - God Lives Underwater