Poetry Break

Props for the “Battle of Moscow” Opera

Here is a photograph of a “war prop” a dummy plane from the Russian Newsagent Pravda. The people in Moscow are coming to see the stage set designs for the Opera “The Battle of Moscow” which they will all be taking part in… Everybody knew it was fake, and that it was all just a Grand Opera. They decided to lie about it to their children and grandchildren because it gave them an angle of sympathy by which they could deceive their children into believing fairy tales with scary bombing stuff in them and bogey men like “evil Nazis” and stuff, and how their parents and grandparents must have been so brave to fight off such evil… The Russians learnt this generational trickery from their Masters – The Germans, who have taught them everything they know….

The Medium IS the Message

“The Medium is the Message” – Marshall McLuhan

Aachen, Germany, Robot writing the Bible.

Funny story where McLuhan, was shown a printing error of his phrase “The Medium is the Message”, it read instead “The Medium is the Massage”, to which he accepted as being also true… Thus “The Medium is the Mass-Age”.

Third Reich Pilgrim Part II extract

I stood alone, in the fading afternoon light, contemplating the great home of the Prussian dramaturgy – that most significant contributor in the morphology of fanciful stories and stagecraft of universal history. The imaginations of set-designers and opera composers had transmogrified their festive costumed clowns into great tyrannous Gods of Historicism! I was beginning to wonder how much my puny individual brain could take before it overloaded and broke down completely. How could I change my thoughts, change my ideas, become new. Be a Neo-Nazi! As I am, changing everything there is in the world with my revolutionary thoughts, through magic gateways of the werewolfen Reich. I am the REICH! New Reich Awaken!

The wall of the Neue Wache was a pale screen onto which I projected my thoughts, under the darkening boughs of forlornly shaped trees, my thoughts plunged deep into the ages of man, through labyrinthine constructions and dimensions of overwhelming complexity, a single thread tied me to another realm and another I beyond this existence, I clung to it, like a dangling mountaineer on a precipice, staring down into a frightful blackened abyss below with only my own consciousness for a torch light. I had the strange feeling that no man had ventured this far into the Labyrinth and lived… Do I climb back up the rope, or do I keep going down, down into ageless, incomprehensible fathoms, untrodden by all who had come before me? I wanted to cast my crown of futility into the endless void and detach myself from the trifling shreds of decaying narratives that plastered the props and sets of this staged burlesque called Life’; the humans were Life Actors, acting in a Theatre of Life, connected via some monolithic integrated circuitry each human is now a small chip, equipped with a quartz receiver and a fused silica photomask little code-carriers of Werner von Siemens’ technologies. The electronic locomotive train itself was a product of Werner von Siemens and his Berlin Corporation. The ancestral home of the Siemens family is Goslar…

Music Break

Rosenberg takes an afternoon nap.

I used to believe that the Nuremberg Trials were real! I did not know that it was just a hoax, and a movie with B grade actors from Moscow… Look at Alfred Rosenberg here, looking like he is having an afternoon nap! Looks like he is even smiling for the camera, which he should because it is a faint knowing smile for those in on the joke… And now I am in on the joke! LOL… Nice one German, nice one, cant’ beat that German sense of humour… Rosenberg…LOL…Looks like a serene little Buddha… When a man is hung, and recently someone I know hung himself with bike chain and the result is ugly. I mean when a man is hung there is a reason why the executioner would put a hood over the head. When a man is hung to death, especially with the method used in the Nuremberg Movies, a man’s head almost explodes! The blood capillaries burst, the face becomes horribly contorted and grossly swollen to such a degree that it becomes unrecognizable, which is one of the reasons why, men were hung in the first place by the neck, because not only is it very painful but it is horribly disfiguring for the corpse. But old actor Rosenberg, from the colonial outposts of Germany, from backwater hicksville towns like Tallinn, Riga, and Moscow, I mean that is funny in itself, Rosenberg arrives in Germany from Moscow at the height of WWI…. Yea, right, he should have been apprehended and hung as soon as he crossed the border into Germany! Rosenberg would never have even been allowed entry into Germany, if Germany was in anyway serious about its his-stories, but it is not serious, it is joking and we can all laugh along now. How wonderful to be in on this little joke too, but, I would have preferred it IF SOMEONE HAD OF FUCKING TOLD ME FUCKING EARLIER!!!!!! Just kidding, I am not angry, I am just writing that as a bit of hyperbole for literary effect… Just like old Actor Rosenberg did….Literary effects…But did he even write anything, I mean his writing is not very good for starters… But he was just a hick from dumbsville nowhereland, not like he was from the Prussian Aristocracy or educated in a great University in Germany or something… A “Russian educated emigrant”! LOL…. Oh, too funny….The poor guy could hardly speak German, what’s he going to do, get a real job or something….It’s funny… But is it funny? Is it or isn’t it? Time for old actor Rosenberg to take a little nap, he is very tired after a long day acting, good night little old Rosenberg, sweet dreams… I could go on and on about how fake Rosenberg is…. But I have things to do, like real work…

Ehrean Geist Ig Nazi music label?

https://www.discogs.com/ Ehrean-Geist-Ig-Nazi/release/ 12029506

https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=HUYJbvV4Ilc&bpctr=1530049757

This was just released, so I have been just informed. But I know nothing about it. With song titles like “Magic Gateways of the Werewolfen”, “Ehrean Geist”, “Ig-Nazi”, “20/88”, the musicians and producers must be familiar with my writings with Hermitage Helm and Siddharreich.

So, just saying, that this label is not me, even though it uses my terminology, which is strange, because usually there would be some sort of contact made with something so obvious… But, anyway, that is how it is, as far as I know, it is anonymous…. But sounds quite good for a demo recording, and I quite like it…

Ehrean Geist


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