S K E T C H E S
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Děvín-Kotel-Soutěska forest :: recording 01
Děvín-Kotel-Soutěska forest :: recording 02
Děvín-Kotel-Soutěska forest :: recording 03
Děvín-Kotel-Soutěska forest / Archeopark Pavlov :: recording 04
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## 12 July 2026
Deadening of culture happens bestmost under the regime of metrics and outcomes;
(zombie puppet theatres remain popular entertainment, though,
'mongst bread-and-wine afficionados.)
Insolence and Ignorance are two brothers who love to work together.
And those who employ them without selfdoubt always think they employ Knowledge and
Rightousness that they themselves have become.
Nie ma obiektywu i ujęcia będących wstanie pomieścić piękno tajemství lasu;
(jeden drzewostan oknem, drugi portalem — prowadzą Wędrowca poprzez siebiesam.)
In mildgold ocean of summergrass, hoppers jumped sideways like two
opposite waves (stood tall),
being here:there before Moses walked his people through the pages of
to-grass-hoppers-still-brand-new books (but,through the well-known lands).
Men in cafe toilets can finally fart like their bodies desire them to do.
(And what a wonder:
did our Pavlovian ancestors fart at will or did, too,
they banish the bodily reflex to some
specified, clean-washed cubicles?)
## 13 July 2026
What stopped mammoth hunters from extincting the mammoth but a sense of
balance that included
self-preservation?
What could stop binary money hunters from extincting the resources —
the branches of one Tree
keeping human existance solid & alive?
As the soil layers itself with history
so do we layer our extractive cultures with more strata.
(Only, does the soil forget its own healthy qualities in a sort of
culturr'gleba amnesia that
depletes it of its polyrich values in deep-and-rapid strokes of
self-globalizing Monototalism?
(A depletion of kulturr'nutrients from the culturesoil.))
How come both older (Aboriginal) and younger (Americas') cultures did
not remove the checks
& balances protecting them from obsessive hoarding and possessiveness
that the middle aged
culture (Europe's) so significantly did remove?
THE SPIRITHISTORY OF HEALTH
There lives a guardian angel in the shadow of one's Shadow
Let us call him genius
Let's call her juno
Call it daimonion
And be forever on our way to the blacksongs of light
that warm up through the darksleep of the Dream
we are all destined to live.
(Yet-abandoned for some doubtful comfort of the economic shackles of the my'nd.)
## 14 July 2026
WHAT FEELS LOST
(The fox is gentle;
The buffalo firm, mildly sharp;
The reindeer is full & protective;
And the hare is fluffywarm & disappears fast.)
The touch of animal fur: miles away
Yet, of familiarity immediate;
informing cultural sensibilities;
shaping beings of human;
The permeable crust of culture.
There is so much human here
(Where there used to be so little...)
Man is the dominant mammal of the globe
Who forgets his interspecies loneliness' shape & mould.
## 15 July 2026
Here,
I am speaking not of Numbers
here,
But of S E V E R A N C E
EverywHere...
Is there any rapture so timespacegreat as
Europa's occupation of thousandyears old First Peoples lands?
And should we feel guity — born-and-married to this continent,
or better heart-check our hardcoded relationships with Life?
This one thing that partakes us within
the time of the earth:
Our time in Life.
(Guilt & binarism is what obfuscates the feeling of Severance.
Pride & ignorance what perpetuates the Severance.
Reflectionlessness is the mountaintop sport of the second decade...
within the last millenium of still Emotion-Able Us?)
The myth of separation
(Subjects... objects... unconnectedness.)
Is such a grand, bone-traumadeep myth of Folly.
The myth of separation
(Subjects... objects... unconnectedness...)
Is such a grand, trauma-bonedeep myth of Folly.
How long 'till the rain?
(Forget new policies; Re'member Re'orientation!)
(Forget new policies; dis'Member mis'Orientation!)
(Forget new policies; Re'dream your naked feet Location!)
How long 'till the rain?
Culture is Current underflowing
the upper-outermost strata of human Consciousnesses.
(It is permeable—
it is permeable;
violent & tendernessable.)
## 16 July 2026
Życzyłbym sobie
zostawić po sobie coś
by w momentach wielkiej zgryzoty
dzieci naszych dzieci
nie marzyły o wehikułach czasu
by ukrucić życie swoim przodkom
za zniszczenie ciągłości gatunkowej
ludzkości
swoją wizją chciwości i czynienia pustyni tam,
gdzie istnienia lasu pielęgnowały las
zanikając milionami, ginąc tysiącami.
(Dlaczego przestaliśmy pytać w praktykowaniu:
czym jest życie warte życia
poza paranoicznym złudzeniem, że
życie się ma, i że istnienie jest tylko
jedno?)
## 17 July 2026
A QUESTION, A FRIDAY
How can
Man so deepill
become—
forget that the bosom
of Their Mother
is not a trampoline
to Mars
for the self-obssessed
neo-Roman
("Ave! Ave! Ave!")
centurions-trillionares few
but a sphere of Growth
of what was
what is
what will be
even what has never been—
Life's sacredness
in its Mysticfying
p o t en t i a l
(土 土 土)
?
NUTSHELL WITH:IN NUTSHELL
There is a friend of mine
(and Lightness is his name.)
There is a friend of mine
(and Darkness is his name.)
The former friend feels like God
when his burning children reach
the plants of earthsoil;
and he feels like the Destroyer
when his burning arms scorch
the food of earthsoil.
The latter friend feels like caring Mother
when he offers nightly sleep
& a shelter from the summer solarlings;
and he feels like ruthless Mother
when he is so traumaborn or sadness—
the inner collapse of vitality & joy.
These two friends of mine
live together in one place:
sleep in one kingsize bed.
Their sleep is the dream of dreams
that the LifeDream has With'in.
One cannot pertain existence
with'out the One other.
They are two lovers of all sexes
of all shades
of everything
alreadyet to be
& to be
soon discover'd.
(Aristotle's nature/culture
Descartes' mind/body
Christian good/evil
reason/emotion
subject/object
ideology/reality
victim/narcissist
it/I
grow as roots of radix'all socio-political suffering
that gets enfrozen therapeutically
into the dogma of Internal Problems
of "I".)
(To refuse the simplistic complicatedness of dualism
carried carelessly across Europa's centuries
is to pave the way for the Old:New Language
((( Cultura Humus, Gleba Humanus )))
of soulsoil
futurepast
living everyworlds
dying through re'birth
of:from the forest
of our limited Presence
in dis EarthTime.)
Perhaps
the Time has come
to RE'learn
how to Stop choosing Sides,
and just practice an everday innerdeep
D I V E
that asks questions:
Was I not born for the appreciation of the sacredness
of Life? (Not through religion, but through
the Gift of Attention
& the Humbleness for the Mystery: the source of
Creation
Imagination
All.)
OF NECESSITY
I am a Tree
and I need to Bark
## 18 July 2026
ILL'USSIONN
Ill
Us
I
On
Man & Nature is just the Ill'usion
Man:Nature
Mana'ture
mature
(The over'ture
between our coming & going to the living
reality of the Earth.
(However long that shall still be.))
Unsplit
All
Within
I Off
(All On)
## 19 July 2026
SWAYGAME
Did
Our ancestors
Observe the game of sway
the Wind plays with Trees
Their dancing crowns entertaining the kinetic sensibilities of
our human bodies?
How did we venture this far
Losing the capital of the world enlivened with itself?
And replaced it with human plastic:silicon:concrete:binary crap...
(You can't make money off people
wish:willing to sit for hours
swaying
with Trees in their shapeshifting dreamings
of the Day; waking Sun.)
## 21 July 2026
DE NOISESPEAKER
The noisespeaker Concrete
Is eating UP
Our ancestral lands
(Taking us DOWN, yet denying us blacksoil.)
There is a smoothened-to-death wall
Here
G r a y
(It prevents katabasis journeys.)
The smell of burning blackblood of the earth
Becomes
The digital birds-singing Shadow—the Product:
realmore than the earthy Caster
(Confuses attention; a masterpottery class of claymade blindfold
handed with fanfares to the human Consciousness.)
Dis'appearing water
Dis'appearing water
Gives hope for some
Newborn Prayers'rain
(O-risen! Or I sen.
Requiring a newborn Kulturr to be planted; to be sustained...)
Institutions are deadcultures:
Withering ferns made of plastic'paper
Quaterly-driven mountains
(Spiritual anorexia)
Flat in their depths
(Bureaucratically crowned:
the Throne'o'paperblood.)
The Shining Paths lie beyond the Outskirts
of our concrete-skytallglass reality
where the sensitive Anxiety&Imagination is understood as
Re'action Pro'found!
(Uncomfortable like hell.)
When one hollows oneself proper
One can stand tall & open his arms
In the middle of windplayed living, leafy world of bark & moss
(annual re'becoming)
Letting this Allness(lessness)
IN
De'manding nothing
De'morphing allthing
(Drunken with:on soberness.)
森林 森林 森林 浴 林森 林森 林森
As we seek relax'health'ion
In the secretsacred embrace of grand families of trees & all that
symbioses with them
Were our ancestors merely found—beyond the experience of S e v ere n c e
?
(How long
Until we say yesno
To the A-vs-B split
That shutters
Our inner homes...
How long
Until we understand
This to be
The onlyreal CURE
To our relationship
with the climate &
the skin of the earth:
The World's Soulsoil.)
## 22 July 2026
What is undemanding
Is unrewarding
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What is undemanding
Is unrewarding
(Unlike a passage through the forest
away from
the beaten path.)
DESTINED TO BE DEAD OR AL'LIVE
We are wasting ourselves
We are wasting ourselves
We are wasting ourselves
(slugging hundreds of weekend:escapist paths...)
Thousands of them figurines of Venus
Whispering underground
Not even gods & goddesses
Certainly not One-God
But a company to figurines of mammals;
the One Eternal Female.
(Was She heard all over the world when She had groaned?)
There is Life being born Here
Does It impregante Itself?
Must it have a Self AND be Wanderbout?
Can it be Here AND Elsewhen:Elsewhere?
Could it be drunk but a waterfall, again?
By those whose feet walk the easified concrete paths
in the sleep of neo-factoryial, acid rain?
In the 21st land where
nothing is of authentic obstacle to Man
& nothing is in truth rewarding;
nothing is seer-thought or from-dark-deep birth'd.
In the pink-adorned symphonified Grave
Our dead Culture lies dead:
Nothing appears as alive as a zombie (, here!)
Animated by the Faith-requiring billions:
digital coins, tangible hands, & commercial banks.
We are wasting ourselves
We are wating, (on) ourselves
We are wasting ourselves
(hectically snailing hundreds of weekend:escapist paths)
While the soul:forest envisions that we return to the Nothingness
Of Doing-Not
(& slumber in the daily dream of Eternal Thought.)
DE TAIL OF 2 SKINS
From the lushy greens—
which are engrained in The Fabric—
Which us undrain
We moved away
(And, still, move a w a y...)
Closer to the anxious lips
Of the Tension feeding
On the Disconnect.
Human lives are getting safer:easier
Yet a skin gets thicker
At the shore of benevolent e'motion
the 5day Ritual: Hectic droning and safe distancing
Takes place here,
While the other skin
Gets thinner:weaker.
The first one—is Concrete—
(it requires maddening comfort)
Willnot withstand the branch leaving burning marks upon its surface
Or the touch of deep forest that's Making Us
feel lost when
We are midst its core.
(And the dark of night terrifies (it is alive!):
through the Middle-Age Hollyflicks, among other follytolds.
(But Olderstories know: the Lunar & the Bark is alive with human-shy animals,
rain-happy shrooms,mycelial whispers, ancestral bones & little
fertile female figurines, & other horrors of which
we know too little to allow our selves to be permeable—being gentle:soft
& mindlessful like
the jellyfish-sort consciousness of the world'd soul.))
The skins speak to each other
In a sacred balance
Carried over
The Fabric threads
Interwoven
(Since Day One.)
When one skin thickens
The other thins itself down
(Is there a danger here
That if the forest one fades away
So will Us dis'appear?)
## 23 July 2026
There is so many people
Upon this earth
Today.
They seem blending
Into one another
Refusing holistic self-formation
but embracing brandization el colonial;
Our mammoth-hunting ancestors could have not
Survived
This way,
Not in a multi-faceted tribe
Where skills met
Consciousness met
Adaptation met
the Skin of the earth;
Where perhaps growth of skillful self
and the inner self
where still not apart torn
but walked the path
of togetherness.
## 24 July 2026
Crackling branches
Under feet
Same for palms holding Venuses
Same for palms holding plastic cans
Nothing of The Fabric changes
Nothing disappears
Everything holds a memory
Of itself
(Futurepast.)
## 25 July 2026
glasy Venusŭ
the Dragonless fire:s
CYCLICAL INFLUENCERS DESTINED TO KNOW TOGETHERNESS:SEPARATION
There is no such thing
As Individuality
(Independent—of its own.)
Only the ego-self people who
Either haven't left pre-adult climes
Or got their, newspeak talk, boundaries raised
Divide themselves from others
And, to a high'degree, are their own self-serving agents.
But to the porous people, permeable people, communal people
Behaviour is influenced by their reception of others
Or the Spirit of Community
To a degree that blurs their individual out'lines
And shapes something they are:notare—in potency, their tribal selves.
Because the empire threw different people in its own melting pot of
monoculturalism,
or forced acceptance of powers that be, people impose on each other
much more than tribal
community living practitioners ever could.
(A web of gravel, feather, fire and brick cannot resonate the same song
with its threadstrings
as a web woven by the same multi-generational spiders—weavermen—bound
to one landplace.)
GROUND WATER BEGS FOR TIME—FOR SILENCE
Let's
Preserve Water
lest there's nothing
more
to
carry
.
CARRIED BY THE WOOD'WIND
You carry yourself
around Trees long enough
you start sensing them
ancient
& whispering
soulsongs of the soil—
unique intelligences—
prime agents
of the living world
(so:now flately called
'the planet'.)
They carry something of themselves
into the afterlifeland:
being shelters
furnitures
homed'companions—
little cracks of the Whole
in the concrete blocks of Severance—
continue
their journeys
back to the earth
&
back to the aboveworld
(growing anew
among newborn whispers
of the same Old Song.)
NATUS-NATIONEM: I aM an AGINg relATION
Venus
the Mother:the Mystery
burning
in the fire:s
of One
Imagination
.
GRAPHITEFUL
Acknowledgements
Kind thanks to
Mgr. Zuzana Havlická, curator, manager and administrator of Archeopark Pavlov museum & the museum’s staff
Disclaimer
This work was produced with the financial assistance of the European Union. The views expressed herein can in no way be taken to reflect the official opinion of the European Union.
