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een liefdesbrief aan amsterdam (by ryan bartek)

een liefdesbrief aan amsterdam (by ryan bartek)

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Quasi-Poem spoken word piece on Amsterdam, Nederland by Ryan Bartek. Completed/Posted on 10.12.13 for more info on the author or to download free books/music visit www . bigshinyprison . com
Quasi-Poem spoken word piece on Amsterdam, Nederland by Ryan Bartek. Completed/Posted on 10.12.13 for more info on the author or to download free books/music visit www . bigshinyprison . com

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een liefdesbrief aan amsterdam 
c/o Ryan Bartek (10.12.13)
 
een liefdesbrief aan amsterdam 
Beating a dead horse thats pummeling you in return, avictorious desideratum amid the sordid meat scream. From the shadow-cast ghost-steps of iron rain symphony it is toyou, Dearest Amsterdam, whom I offer this useless, profound commentary. My best friends are cities, and I consort with music. And you, staunchest of comrades, are my finest ally.The meat grinder ponzi scheme of your Pinocchio DonkeyIsland is precious, profane, preposterous. Like MerleDixon, you are cold brotherly love. You and all your dirtyDutch tricks. No slotstuk of touristic rampage, no restsave for the pee woods of the freest park in Europe. In mycountry I am a loser, but in your realm I am the Omega VondleParkTroll. Amsterdam – one stop shopping, everythingyou need right at your fingertips. Your flawless cardboard sign HEMA sharpies, cannaboid amnesia and finest socks onearth. I never understood LSD until I understood you, mydarling. You make me fall in love every time – you & youreternal garden-legion of dread-headed Aryan goddesses & pasty white snow queens. Your two hour hitch-hiking maxwait time & assurance that the FBI will never find me here. Amsterdam it is never your fault, solely mine. If a nachtgrows soft, it is simply of volition to my ever increasingsense of alienation. Amsterdam, a lesser man you would  break. But is the concept of €1 cinema too radical anotion? Can we just ditch the little old bathroom ladies?I'm so glad you're not French, because it's fucked up toeat snails. Spared of Fukushima and not a FEMA Camp on thehorizon, your cops politely ignite my joints. A resin caked 
 
ground-score every five meters, and not a gunshot echoesthrough your night. I highly appreciate the €50 AIDS-cleansed hookers, but just because I'm a psychopath doesn't mean I'm not a feminist. Amsterdam, your cultural toleranceis so profound it borders on self destruction. You inspire me to collect scrap metal like a Moroccon cart pusher. Ireally don't miss the sector of my brain we mutually fried,even if I can't recall these sentences halfway throughtyping them. Amsterdam, ich bin der kaiser von shieseinglese & a harvest of spirits thunderstruck by fogclarity. Hand in hand & lies conjoined we will pretend yourcultural nexus tapestry invented Speculoospasta, though youcreated something far greater in your industrial outskirts– a place which I am proud to call home, even if I cannot pronounce its name, where the definition of churchsanctuary reigns unrestrained. Amsterdam, stop looking at me funny. You & your squat colonies pregnant withamphetamines & infinite neuron disfigurement. Nederland,you really should look into that deal the Dutch Royals cutwith Hitler before taking the first boat out of Dodge. Marijuana is not your national treasure, but rather TheHague. How do I break it to your volk that in Americasoccer is a sport for women and little girls? Even your mightiest athlete is dubbed a “foot fairy.” Don't shoot the messenger Holland. And please remain cordial to theBelgians, even if they never cut the grass. Dear Amsterdam,deaf and blind parades are choking the arbitrary fallacy.I'm drained of ink. You & me & Mr. Sugar Cube buddy. Let'sdo the dirty hippy dance.

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