// In the past, people wrote on stones. Till today this is still happening in our beloved Future Unified Language. Here is a selection of preserved older and contemporary fragments. We will provide translations in due time, with a description of the history of each, and where they were found. For now, just enjoy the musicality and sense of the past. Soon to be translated into today's speech and style, so we can all understand. (IIII Mae, 2164) // ===== 0. Timely Poetics of Stone Writing and More ===== Written On Stone \\ Whit'red By Centuries \\ Of Weather And \\ Destructive Walkers \\ But What It Does Say \\ Is Not What It Said \\ When Meaning Was Still \\ Locked In Consistent \\ Descriptions, Related \\ Words, As If Invented \\ By One, And Not By \\ Many Like Now, Hence \\ And Maybe, Does It \\ Here Still Make Sense \\ Or Has It Become Mere Play \\ For The Ones Never Understanding Anyway: \\ The Actors Have Freedom \\ And Can Leave The Play \\ But Never Return The Same \\ And Even If They Would They \\ Would Hide Themselves Ashamed \\ In Their Forgotten Speech With Words \\ That Only Expressed Selfsatisfaction \\ For The Hidious Glory Of Individualism \\ While Today Every Sentence Is Like A Song \\ Sung By A Pluralist Choir For All With Many \\ ===== 1. THREE PLUS ONE EPITAPHS ===== WHATEVER DONE AND DID NOT FIT THIS LIFE \\ THEY FILED UNDER 'WEIRD' OR 'FAILURE' \\ AND NOW THAT A LIFE HAS ENDED ALL IS GONE \\ EXCEPT THESE WORDS FADING ON THIS STONE, DECAYING \\ A LIFE FULL OF DUTIES, CHOICES, AND PLANS \\ TBH IN TIME NOT A LOT WORKED OUT VERY WELL \\ ONLY THE BARE FUN WITH A DISTURBANCE ONCE \\ IN A WHILE AND A PITY NO ONE IS LEFT TO TELL \\ FORGET THE PAST \\ IGNORE THE PRESENT \\ CLAIM THE FUTURE \\ (YOUNG FARMERS CLAIM FUTURE) \\ NO NEED TO BE BURRIED IN YOUR NATIVE PLACE \\ WHEN SURROUNDED BY GREEN MOUNTAINS \\ (Saigo Takamori, Mao Zedong, Gívan Belá) ===== 2. THE ROOM ===== the walls, the ceiling, the floor \\ the piano covered with various objects \\ all stands stable and firm \\ but their bodies moved and \\ intertwined with subtle sounds \\ only to be heard from inside the \\ bliss, rage and extasy \\ till later on that dark lit night \\ the rhythms of hearts and breaths \\ unfolding slow but intricate \\ absorbed by everything and all around \\ the walls, the ceiling, the floor \\ the piano, various objects too \\ exhausted bodies and thoughts \\ moving further apart as the morning broke \\ ===== 3. There is nothing quite like it anymore... ===== The fields once filled with whistles and noises. \\ Birds and others now move awkwardly. \\ Useless energy welling up out of nowhere, \\ The cold and freeze fading below the heat. \\ The clouded sun makes all living dig holes, \\ Climb trees, try to hide and expose oneselves, \\ At the same time before the grass starts \\ Growing to turn at once to ashes. The piles of sawdust \\ That trees and plants have become, are blown away \\ by a sudden storm, an unexpexted blizzard \\ Very much wished for but feared, not loved. \\ For it makes it difficult to breath at times. \\ \\ And dogs don't bark anymore. \\ ===== 4. ODE TO THE HAPPY LOT. HEROIC SONG 1. ===== 01 WE ARE SO HAPPY NOW ON COMMON GROUND \\ 02 GONE ARE THE DAYS OF ETERNAL CONFLICT \\ 03 AND STRIFE AS WE BECAME EQUAL ALL \\ 04 WE DON'T LOOK UP AND NEITHER DOWN \\ 05 NAKED AS WE STAND WE ARE ALL BOSSES \\ 06 AND WORKERS IN EVERY SENSE AS WELL \\ 07 THERE ARE NO SINS AND THERE IS NO EVIL \\ 08 WHEN ALL ONLY FACE ONE ANOTHER THE SAME \\ 09 ONCE OUR LANGUAGE WAS UNIFIED AS FUTURE \\ 10 WE COULD ONLY UNDERSTAND WITHOUT MISTRUST \\ 11 ALL DECISIONS ARE IN THE HANDS OF THE CREATIVE \\ 12 WHICH IS NO ONE ELSE BUT OURSELVES: A HAPPY LOT \\ 13 DIVERSE WE STAND FIRM ON COMMON GROUND, COMPLEX AND AS ONE! \\ ===== 5. ODE TO THE FREE. A HEROIC SONG TOO. ===== DON'T CUT THE GRASS, ENJOY \\ LET IT GROW HIGHER, IN JOY \\ DON'T CUT THE ROSES AND FLOWERS \\ DON'T PICK THEM, DON'T FIX THEM \\ THEIR SEEDS WANT TO FLY \\ \\ MUNCH ON THE VEGETABLES RAW \\ AND COLLECT THE FRUITS AFTER \\ THEY FELL FROM THE TREE BEFORE \\ ROT AND MOULD TAKE THEIR SHARE \\ AS BIRDS AND DOGS WE STOOP \\ \\ LEAVE THE GROUNDS BARE \\ FORESTS WILL SPRING FROM THEM \\ RICH, AND DENSE, AND GREEN \\ THE BIRDS DON'T FLY BUT BARK \\ THE DOGS DON'T HOWL BUT WHISTLE \\ \\ refrain: \\ WE ARE ALL FORMER HUMANS, FREE! \\ ===== 6. Secretly she ate a fish. ===== hidden in a barrel \\ with almost no oxygen \\ \\ no one could see her \\ or hear or smell \\ \\ she felt being rolled out \\ in anguish and without orientation \\ \\ no one ever said she could \\ could not but the barrel rolled on \\ \\ she thought it must have been \\ something historical like a picture \\ \\ but then what time was it from? \\ then she secretly ate a fish \\ ===== 7. Secretly he ate a fish. ===== that is not supposed to happen \\ even not in there, without air \\ \\ it was an urge, a compulsion \\ an inner thought or worse \\ \\ the group in discussion was all in contempt \\ some wanted naopak to praise him in the end \\ \\ he dreamt of opening a big heavy door \\ he went into the freezer room \\ \\ and closed it quick, with a double lock \\ never to be opened again, while he ate the fish \\ \\ of course nowadays \\ where are the fishes? \\ ===== 8. An Anthro Apology ===== there are the birds thin \\ they eat no dogs and \\ they hop hop hop up \\ they almost fly again \\ \\ there are the dogs corpulent \\ they eat birds and everything \\ they hoover they soar and drop \\ they almost walk again \\ ===== 9. Love love love, eat eat eat, and then the poet succumbed. ===== Yesterday loved the clouded sunshine, the harsh hail, \\ And the turbulent wood dust winds over the waters. \\ Velocities and accelerations make our feathers grey, \\ You were on my mind while hungry and wanted to be devoured. \\ \\ Today was writing some poems in our future unified language, \\ About all things we may share and thought we could meet somehow. \\ Maybe tomorrow, just let me know what time and if you really want to, \\ But keep the distance so your hunger and habit will not butt in. \\ \\ Just thought it would be nice, \\ And be together in euphony. \\ Though we know that birds and dogs, \\ Don't mix beside the love that a~ \\ ===== 10. The act of love is to consume. ===== Flew in silently, all webbing legs folded \\ Noticed you writing in transceiver mode \\ Blocked out all what was beforehand or secondhand \\ Believed your honest gnawing wish and hope \\ \\ There is no resist, no wait, no flee \\ There is only the signal to consume \\ \\ Now you are gone, some emptiness remains \\ We humans of a split dog-bird double kind \\ Can only but agree to contradict in unison \\ And as you perish, I decompose as well and dazzle \\ \\ while diving in a rock \\ ===== 11. Before Done And Gone. A Political Essay. ===== Today the governing is invisible, private and common altogether. \\ The empty buildings from former times remain a symbol of how it went wrong.\\ After the era of managing management like elections and reports, debates, and consultations, \\ The times for inactive operationability have started and were consensually approved of. \\ \\ So nobody comes forward, rather all; \\ Only good faith and intensions, prevail; \\ No stratifications, just words and ideas; \\ to move up and down and are debated silently. \\ \\ The private means, the freedom within the common may be lost, \\ The councils have been abandoned for meeting rooms, discussion platforms and groups, \\ And decisions that were before never taken can surface again as we go along, \\ And all and everything can be effected before done and gone! Rejoice! \\ \\ ===== 12. Their Own Private Parallel Universes. ===== the end of the world \\ is just 5 hours away \\ by train of course and \\ by car just the same \\ \\ don't tell me \\ you can't make it \\ \\ sort of endof ===== 13. Warm up. ===== low \\ middle \\ high \\ \\ 4 counts \\ rest \\ twenty times \\ \\