Eurasia
Definitely
Key exchange
information
Hash
Number sequence
asynchronous
Consumption rates
Data stream
Secret whisper
Digital dialog
Zero one
information
App
Chat window
Pop up close
Download
transfer
population
Packhorse
Proviant
dynamite
Satanic
Provisions
Nwo
cycle
plate
reformation
28.1.2017 Tbilisi
neo
we are played
in a matrix movie
on a cyber horse
in a glitch of Tbilisi
post soviet
last call
neu-romancer was Pechorin
foggy city – snow clouds
Caucasus – minus space
you
anti hero
food stamps
negative land
psycho wasting
the concrete master
went mad
1.2.2017
The young poet
Poems – bigger than life
Poets – more important than death
Punching
Wagons
Revolution
Sad dogs
Hunger
The NKVD
The girls are used as hot-water bottles in our ice-cold beds
Bring us more hot water bottles and more poems
From the publishing house
Poet and poetess we want to be
Artists
The German crowd
despise
Mutti sends remittances
Bank book
Cheap cigarettes
Red wine – bulls blood
We are being monitored
Dresden 1987
Armed men attack TV tower in Kabul
Armed men attack TV tower in Kabul
tick tick chak chak
Dust lugs and gravel sprayers
ricochets, turban shreds
sovereignty of interpretation
Rubber burns
The transmission flickers
The cleaners are allowed to leave the building
A suicide bomber blows up at the entrance
Blinding grenades crash through plasterboard
Glass splinters hissing in calves and cheeks,
The speaker moves the tie knot into place
At least some of my colleagues were killed.
There are supposed to be three more assailants on the compound.
If the program is just as mendacious as ours, you can understand it well.
8.11.2017
Black Poison
If love knew the end it would not happen
It finished like an empty lip stick 104
Its shining black plastic body strikes your lips
I’d
love to put it playful in your sweet vagina
now
kiss it on your velvet hairs
wear your dirty slips as a tribute on my head
bite your neck
once I saw your beauty
felt your eyes
missed you
your perfect body parts and smile
reckless times
black beautiful lie
I smashed your mirror
headache in the morning
survive
black ice
28.1.2017 Tbilisi
time traveler
the blocks of sticky seconds
dried up the road of rocks and hope
side horses carry ax and wood
fiber cables batteries Nokia phones
a trader of intel the depressions are a plus
that knowledge made him numb and slow
grit noise booty slippy gravel
straight up the path to former Zemkale
documents, passports, bribe in place
the fresh Yen on USB are hype
that fat face fixed on png
with the swollen eyes of dust and fires
this fine line of now and no
that August the official border was none
as time was stopped
the goods could run
13.3.2017
Hadji Murad
Earth chips decompose
Crushed to crumbs
Not a centimeter of earth is given away here
Or sold
The blood is spilled so the green grass grows better
The March wind from the high slopes cools our sweating foreheads
The horse
Trembling and puffing
Dead
Swallows hiss through the willow trees
And seed – crows pull up cheekily and
magpies
We can eat the earth
Because we are forgotten and
Daring
A skirmish
Tsik tsir zilp tak tak tak
Red silk scraps flutter
suspended
coordinates
tangents
The idea
second lengths
The Chechen time
4.5.2017
At Khasavyurt
Sulak- Sunja
Grapes and cement
Oil change, Tyre center
Checkpoint HMG
Concrete, Aul, Steppe
Pebbles are in special offer
Diesel, young weddings
and smoke clouds
draftees
Diva- best fur
Breast weir, ball helmets
Babayurt and Kislyar
Diagnostics of all allergies
Fresh meat
Cafe Alysham
Magnate mattresses, fur acceptance
Road construction and Venetsianka
cables
Tank, roundabout, mosque
Laminate, Evacuator, Wallpaper, Tron
Tiles, fresh plaster, economic
Batman, Chai, dried fish, Tron
Restaurant Lon-Don
Ital Moda, Paralon
Engine block and megaphone
Poplars, Jackdaws
Walnut trees and pastures
Chechnya / Brandenburg
A hawk flies away
2.10.2017
Paris-Berlin-New York
Paris
In the studio
Above the Champs des Elysees
The huge mirror
Of the world
Shifting continental shelves
Berliner painting
Red blue
7000$ Bitcoin
Oil to Zero
Epic Economic fights
Speculation about an enemy
A global people control
After the war on drugs or terror
“It” started the war on health
New York City
Mandarin duck
at China Town
Manhattan
Lovers on the World Trade Center
21 December 1998
Alone from the bar on top of the world
In the heavy wind a fast kiss
Two pigeons hiding
The sad musicians play through the evening
Looking onto the long centuries
Behind and before us
22.04.2020 Tbilisi
The student
A student made of snow
A soft moon with dark shaded eyes
Lays in a cyber elastic negligee
At the Mies chaise lounge
She asks me about the champagne picnic
Near Baku
Would we meet
Or would we miss again
Or should she come to Dagestan
Or better to Derbent
Where she was chained once before
To the lion beasts at the city walls
And a loud feast began
And 1001 men screaming for life
Chanting and beating
For their dream of falling in her thighs
To taste her holy source
Of joy and wild desire
Like the city of New York
Mirrored in a gem of fire
Tbilisi, 03.05.2020
Kyber Pass
Transform life
into digits
0101010101
kisses
an eye brow
lips
a foal
dirty snow
the pain in your heart into
random numbers
how does that feel
to reshape
a smile from digits
a bone 3000 years old
printing memories to plastic 3d
coarse
missing data
the tectonic fissures
of Kyber Pass
31.01.2017
Gobi
Salty morning wind
Wheezing and crackling
Saddle leather – the shepherd bitch dances
Red armist in felt, Kyzilkum
With the bay horse
Viands sabre shining phalanges Mauser
Tamarisks fluttering desert buntings
By order to the mischief
A letter from Lara
In the canvas
Tea and ink
Naked breasts caress
memory
Water bottle, four papirossi
26.2.2017
The guardian
Along the Sea the black
Stands the unknown fighter
In the old grey coat
With the Schmeisser gun
Slung on his back
Watching the fine horizon lines
Blurring space of dawn and night
Open cut waves, rolling thunder
A tanker in emergency
Burning oil and bitter fume
I’ll get the sailors out
Their kids are waiting
Wives feeling strange disturbance
Hold out some moments
Your angel comes here
7.7.2023
Tron’s Manifesto
Left, Two, Three, Art: Tron’s Manifesto
Nobody has the power over the images, nobody owns the world.
The digital wave has thrown the old reactionary art into a smoking shambles.
Our flowing consciousness follows the billions of pictures. From the first blink to the last dying gaze. These are the strong, unique and beautiful as terrible images that our existence does worth living:
Mother, the first Christmas, a great love, own children, a line in the desert or the sea’s horizon. The unexpected images enlighten us.
Against the reign of the banal, the stupidity and the greed. Art must return as reconnaissance invading the unknown spaces of Visibility.
Can it?
Real-time digital tsunami waves have conquered our realities. In milliseconds our weak physical focus fails to set the right attention.
Will only instincts choose the important images ? What makes their importance ? Images that provoke thoughts and images that enforce our decisions. New economies ?
Ongoing, adjusting our reflexes, we test new attention filters for stimulus amplification and noise reduction. Our consciousness is a consciousness in transition.
We urge the continued expansion of our critical sense. Give us a better awareness for all! See, reflect, evaluate, act.
Reality. Claim. Aesthetics. Action. Expectation. Ethics. Say. We have a visual right. Dancing the virtual.
We create, manipulate, govern. We shock and enchant the world with new images. Frames of individual decisions becoming waves of societal change.
We are artists without art, stumbling as aging trons through endless digital spaces. We dare for a new visual future.
Light of aesthetic information: Critical projectiles hurled by the angry fists of imagination and reason.
Hans Heiner Buhr, August 2009
Tsinandali
The
chilled glass
with the delicious tones of tropical flowers, straw, honey, sun, apple, melon, citrus and notes of quince, mint, ginger, grapefruit and pepper
was empty.
Tsinandali, 25.04.2020
You are special
A special friend
A sniper – a sniper’s sniper
A superior human
Smart
Sweet
Slim
Strong
A stealth shield
Swan
Saxon
Hey! you, what are you doing?
Sugar
Sick specialist
Sell me not
So fast
Saturdays lasting
So so so so
SSS
Say, if you understand the information, you have nothing to fear
12.04.2020 Easter Sunday
Silk road
A fly
Below the Saksaul
A white line
A dead camel, bones
Ants, on the rotten skin
Barren horizon, a moon
Tracks into space, concrete, Industrial wasteland, very far to
Aral
Miles of freight trains to Russia go along the flat lakes with the millions of birds
Fresh water from Pamir to Kattakurgan
I take my Cabrio ride with my maps, clock, glass
First to Sharshara Tandyr-Kebab caraway lamb and pine and then
Over the pass with the Chinese traders to Fergana
I buy a grey quail, a chukar partridge, a golden oriole, a vulture, a warbler and an owl,
Let them go to their homes
I buy the fine painted porcelaine of Rishtan
A rusty Kalashnikov in Margilon was whispered
Eat the herbs with citrus salad in Kokand
With Uzbek cats
And Vodka and Chai
With the Georgian lady
Smoking
Under the territorial roofs of the state of the Khan
26.04.2020 Tbilisi
Risks
After the reverse terror
And intelligent killings
In distant unfriendly countries
No longer frightened anyone
They brought back
Creative death strings
Direct monitoring
Unforgiven debts
Vague survival rules
To their own punks
Nobody could predict
The risks of the future
07.05.2020 Tbilisi
The end of the west
With
Disbelief
I
Realized
That
This
Is
The
Suicide
Of
The
West
10.04.2020
System poem
_
Trump/Putin/Xi (multipolar/decentralized/local)<————> DeepState,MSM,EU (unipolar/centralized/global)
_
April 2020
Curfew
Shock and horror
Invisible enemy
People rush along
Look away, diagonally on the floor
From 8 a.m. the minimum distance is increased to 150 cm
A forgotten madman laughs softly from the basement hole
clawing his nails into the leg of my pants
I tear myself away
Shadows change under the moonlight
Like sheep in panic
Freezes and hypnotizes
Friends are accused of the disease transfer
Taxis may only drive with the windows open
Mask control, delusional injection
The protection rules are fully enforced
A third of the population can no longer afford to rent
Think about it
Put your head under the running water
Shave
After shave
Pushups
Spring air
Youtube
Wake up!
March 31, 2020
awakening
The
Great Awakening
Comes
When
The Bank Account
Is
Empty
10.04.2020
minimalist poem 1
–
scam
–
Minimalist poem 2
–
The truth control is lost.
–
14.04.2020
Minimalist poem 3
–
Looking onto the centuries
Behind and before us
–
Minimalist poem 4
Scam
Hoax
Sex
Virus
Bitcoin $ 8894.574
Minimalist Poem 5
The Internet
is
Decentralization
of
Information
+
Bitcoin $ 8897.288
is
Decentralization
of
Money
20.05.2020
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11/2017
From Sno to Juta
Ice melts from that fat boring mountain
Dust clouds nuclear mushrooms
Dried Sno frogs for bazaar
Time of the fake history
In 20 years heroes into biznesmen
With Samsungs and Delicas
Hope and greed
Hyenas
The Argonauts came here
The Crusaders
With packhorses and shells and swords
To Roshka, Tianeti, Sheki
Pilons, electricity from Russia
To Turkey, to Pompeii
Bitcoin mining, highways
In the Rooms Hotel your connection interrupted
Central directives, comments disabled.
De-monetized, account deleted.
Full channel panic EU propaganda.
State media fakes reality.
5.7.2019
Sad Khevsur
Cheese
Potatoes
Butter
Revenge
Fighting with two swords
On a foggy mountain
An enemy of bastards
And dirty lice
The alcoholic son
Was lost
His face on heavy earth
We draw the cross
26.09.2019
In the secret gardens
In the secret gardens
With the many shadows
Plants, lamps and silent witnesses
Softer your skin never was
Black silk worms, ornaments, lipstick, lashes
Deep memories touching surface
Doors open and close
Russians whisper on the stairs
Of bullets, manifestos, dynamite
Eye shadows, glowing legs
Proof of heaven
Mirror living
Follow the lines of our former lives
Licking your vitamins
In the soft October light
We are the subjects of reflections
Holding to the lovers promises
Aftershaves
Airports
Broken by the day
18.10.2018, Tbilisi
In the art prison
In the prison of art
Ivory tower
The Sassanids pass in the distance
Helis and Stukas don’t notice us
In the lonely fortress of beauty
Scraps of words from unknown languages are being blown out of the Caucasus by the wind
Into the ears and eyebags of dreams and intuition
At the center of conflicting energies
Pole fields tug at the substance
Feet and bones burn
Within the sacred limits of pure art
Where even the lemon trees wither and radioactivity dominates the ideal concept of dividing pure creation
What is lie here and what is the truth is still not clear
And yet there are big bear faces here and fresh paw prints in the snow up by the forest
There are Khikhvi here and wagtails and steppe rollers
Every new crisis tears down concrete locks made by bad architects and poor planners – cement B37 Blue
Jays chase each other, ravens
Thoughts, poems, sketches, doubts
Colours
Gallantry
Silence
3/6/2022
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