Some comments on 11 june 2021

Some comments on 11 june 2021

John Bjarne Grover

I moved into Zinckgasse in late 2009, but since I had a feeling that my new home could have been under surveillance and that parts of my work seemed to be subjected to attention via surveillance rather soon after it had been written even if unpublished, I had to write the poetry outdoors, in bakers shops and coffee points around town - I wrote 'Der Dornenstrauch' (440 poems) in that way. It was probably towards the end of this (2015) that the traditional female staffing of the places of writing (bakers shops, coffee points) started getting filled with males - and I had the feeling that this could have been about 'showing the bottom'. Was it that the grammar was too faulty? Of course no austrian or german could have written this poetry. After my next german poetry book, SNEEFT COEIL, it seemed to go into a campaign against a single point (the line 'in See stechen') in poem 10. Examples of such apparent campaign against this point in the 'SNEEFT COEIL' could be seen in this file and in this graffiti. (There was also an old story with a guitarist 'Audun', if I recall it right, from the 'youth garage' of Olav Skundberg). Formerly there were Black & Deckers drilling, now a new time is coming up. Last sunday 6 june 2021 I went to buy some semmels at Ströck on Westbahnhof and there were four friendly females serving customers there so I took the chance, even if a male was lurking in the background. When it was my turn and I asked for 3 semmels, he seemed to leap suddenly over to the semmel-box and mix hands with the female reaching for them, as if with a giggle trying to laugh it off - come on, John, it doesnt matter much that a male touches the bakerwares. Why such teasing, I thought. I bought the semmels I had ordered nevertheless but threw them in a dustbin on the way out - since I dont think this story is very funny. Just outside the door to Westbahnhof a female came bicycling with a giggle, as if she had just been cheated in the same way as I felt that I had, and I said a loud 'drittsekker' ('shitbags') - as for telling that it wasnt funny at all. I didnt say it about her - on the contrary it was quite friendly meant of me to tell that they shouldnt have cheated her (I do apologize if she misunderstood) - but some surveyor could have spied on the situation and misunderstood. When I later in the same day went for an afternoon walk, a car parked on a corner (Schweglerstrasse/Tellgasse) gave off a loud sneering 'Harley Davidson' roar with a flaring rip through the air. I went up to Krebsengartengasse where there was a graffiti, and on my return a little later there was a car parked on the same corner Schweglerstrasse/Tellgasse - could have been the same car - with a number that could have combined with a 'Davidson's hebrew lexicon to the idea of 'Judenblut'. Another big white van had also been present at the scene - it had stopped and seemed to look at the black roaringcar - so maybe I was only a third and non-involved part of the scene at the parked 'Ecker'. Whether this related to 'intelligence' on the scene from earlier in the day, I dont know. After all, my afternoon walk was on impulse and probably hard to guess in advance, so maybe one cannot see any link to me in this rather complex combination of sound, number etc - only a few hours later. The woman's bicycle outside Westbahnhof had been motored by normal pedalcraft when a roaring sound (my utterance) ripped through the air. Was it the Semmelweiss that was Harley? An ad for 'Scheibe-Käse' is up with possible reference to my probably ex nihilo piece called 'the dog from Bangladesh'.

Then on thursday 10 june I went for another walk when I came towards the corner Alliogasse/Giselhergasse and a male came and crossed the street for putting his cigarette out on the ashtray at the dustbin stand on the corner (a la the corner to Wiener Stadthalle where the woman had been on the ground at the end of the zebra stripes - see this file under 18 may 2021) before he went into a car and drove away, and I stopped some distance off while he put out his cigarette and I said to myself I think the words: "People are paid for this". I am sorry if this could be misunderstood, but it may be that he didnt hear it.

There was a car crash in Landsberger Allee (search this file for 'Landsberger Allee' in Berlin in 2004 when I went by, not far from Ferdinand Schultze Strasse: A car was lurking in the 'Grund' when it suddenly leapt out into the stream of rapidly passing cars in the moment when I went by. Is somebody planning a repeat of the 2 november 2020 apparently election-related story - a new election coming up?

The story from the zebras on the corner to Wiener Stadthalle - the woman lying on the ground - was a story of three: She and the two males that stood and knelt thereby. Could be these are the 'Barmhertzige Brüder' in the classic mythology, the good samaritans, but now turned into Adolf Hitler and Heinrich Himmler since the previous century?

An article on Indian Express reports that Aung San Suu Kyi will be charged by the military putsch authorities with import of walkie-talkie, corruption including accept of gold and leak of high political secrets. This invokes to me associations to my youth when I played some boogie-woogie and got a scroll of toilet paper (not the twilight of end-morgen) from Ole Krøtøe who had bought it possibly tax free on the boat to Strömstad, Sweden, I think, or some other border crossing - it showed simple cartoon drawings of naked women at the doctor etc. The style could resemble Elvira from the bathroom image (described in this article). Maybe Krøtøe gave me a hint of the cartoons of The New Yorker - but clearly that loopaper roll was not to leak a high secret and it cannot be said that I had my info to this article therefrom - although one could have guessed that there had to be a reason for this loopaper roll. If there are 100 sheets between perforations on a roll, there were not 100 cartoons - I guess that there were perhaps 8-10 cartoons that went in a loop. A 'Kamloop'? There were news recently on 215 skeletons of children found dug down at a 'Kamloop' school in Canada - at Tk'emlups te Secwepemc - a name 'Kamloop' which could perhaps be recognized from poem #215 in my PEB. In short, it is possible that there is a political attempt to lend a shade of unseriousness to my work and to insinuate that I should be reponsible for the dangers of a Black Sea Loop (from Turkey around the Black Sea towards Paris).

A train crash in Ghotki, Pakistan four days ago took place just before dawn. 'Dawn' = 'twilight' is a pakistani newspaper. 'Ghotki' in arabic could look like 'Cigar'. I am not an agent. Houserent ('Miete') is in Austria often paid by 'Einzugsermächtigung'. My incontinence (which eventually led to the retention and catheter - which some perhaps could call a sort of 'cigar' on the other side) started after I had bought the house in Szolnok - and there are reasons to believe that there are water pipes inside the adobe wall, to the left of the adobe-wall entrance door which is opened with key, with potential water flow that would be out of my control.

But, of course, people walking in streets or working in bakers shops can invoke associations without being involved in anything.

Possible sources of attention, cp. also this graffiti (from Goldschlagstrasse) with some similarities with 'Tk'emlups te Secwepemc':
Tu Fu: Ba zhèn tú
A brief story of alleged unsurveillance