Kata-valami

Normal science

[English translation of “Normáltudomány”]

I see I see I see now
I see I see I see now now now now
I see I see I see you’ve been studying
I see I see you’ve been studying much
you’ve been studying very very very very very very very much
you’ve been working hard
you’ve been thinking hard
you’ve been suffering
you’ve been sweating blood
you’ve been keeping vigil
you’ve been doing exams
you’ve been doing research
you’ve been going to the library
you’ve been consulting
you’ve been reading
you’ve been photocopying
you’ve been summarizing
you’ve been extracting
you’ve been boning up, if had to
and finally you’ve achieved something
you achieved something
you have written a thesis
you’ve been publishing
you’ve been publishing very very very very very very very much
but it’s all just normal science
normal science
normal science
normal scientific kludgework
normal scientific kludgework
normal scientific kludgework
fuck up your paradimgs
fuck up your paradimgs
fuck up your paradimgs
fuck your paradimgs up

But then but then but then I’d rather
But then but then but then then then then I’d rather
I’d rather watching watching watching
I’d rather watching watching watching the banks of Danube
on a very bright Autumn day, walking by the banks of Danube,
in the shadows under the bridge the home of a homeless man
September then October, November then December
I’m wondering how he can do it through the winter
I wanna know how he shall do it through the winter
me, who knows only of cozy warm rooms,
I wanna know how he shall do it through the winter
Would you say, it wasn’t ever more cold for them, ha-ha
when I’m also cold in my coat in my well-heated room,
meditating over their ways of doing through the winter
I wanna know how he shall do it through the winter
Of course of course of course so
Of course of course of course so so so so
I see I see I see now
I see I see I see the banks of Danube
much water has been washing the banks of Danube since then
and I see I see I see now
when the spring will hit in
the city will be flooded by
degenerate homeless people
when the spring will hit in
the city will swarm with
deteriorated homeless people
— in such a mild weather
in such a summerish winter
how could natural selection be in operation?
By the banks of Danube
by the banks of ancient Danube
by the banks of the dark waters of Danube
by the banks of bitter foamed Danube
how could natural selection come to my mind?
It’s all just normal science
normal science
normal science
normal scientific kludgework
normal scientific kludgework
normal scientific kludgework
fuck up your paradimgs
fuck up your paradimgs
fuck up your paradimgs
fuck your paradimgs up

Ágnes Heller

[English translation of “Heller Ágnes”]

If I had a choice to be born someone else
I would like to be Ágnes Heller
I would like to be Ágnes Heller
I would like to be Ágnes Heller
although I believe it would be hard for me to take up with the idea of believing that
Blondie has sung in Hair
and not that Debbie Harrie has sung in Blondie.

I guess I met her one time — she has weighed me on the scales and found wanting
when I used to believe that the way to philosophy leads via philosophy major
I was too big for my boots after scoring maximum on the written entrance exam
but then at the oral exam, as I was sitting in front of her in my witch moccasins
she asked me about the connections between Nietzche and logics,
given I claimed to have such an intimate relation to them….
I guess I haven’t put the proper emphasis on some nuances

I guess I met her one time — although probably it was Mari Ludassy
nevertheless, I’m sure she was a woman and a philosopher
back then I haven’t put the proper emphasis on such nuances
anyway, since then I can be driven out of the world with Nietzche
oh my, I was pretty much worn down by mentioning his name one time, not to speak of twice
I’d rather sing about Ágnes Heller

Sometimes I’m wondering about her life —
about the connections of life, dictatorship and creation
for example, I was playing with an idea… What would have I done
if, say, back in the communist regime a cop had tried to get me to become an agent III/III?
And I realized it wouldn’t have been a moral dilemma for me at all —
I would have told him, “sure, Sir, please ask for a cup of coffee while I sign this form”
I would have been such a dolt that I couldn’t have comprehendended what my autograph means on that worn sheet of paper soaking in beer
“oh nevermind”, I would have told myself, “it’s so unrealistic that these pen-drawn lines would make a significant difference to my life, cheap bureaucratic games, and at least finally he will get off of me” —
and then I think maybe I am the one from whom you could learn what it stands for: “beyond Good and Evil”

Although I believe I don’t need fictions
to make a testimony to the fact: I am who I am
Well, I remember well that girl
that very-very much drunk, blind drunk girl
unconsciouslessly drunk crippled drunk drunk girl
I wanted to call a taxi to take her home
but when she started to urinate in the bus stop
I tought I take a breath-length pause in aiding her…
When I got back, a homeless man was trying to pick her up
a drunk, stubbly homeless man in leisure suit tried to pick her up by a can of wine
and I was watching them while a bus entered the bus stop
and the homeless man led the girl toward the bus
and it has run through my mind:
I shall defend the virtues of the girl
or I shall get a pleasant night for the homeless man —
I will regret both
Of course, while I was meditating, they have fled by the bus
and I banged my head against the wall
I just wanted to be chivalrous, truly, honestly
a real alpha male
a never returning opportunity
but then I contemplated:
I demonstrated to the world what is the true meaning of applied philosophy.

If I had a choice to be born someone else…

Lite Hungarian bittersweet

[English translation of “Kis magyar kesergő”]

(… because of anna… so for anna)

Every farewell is treason
and of course every treason is farewell
more precisely every treason is an implicit farewell
and every farewell is a treason becoming explicit
or something like that
even I don’t really know what I meant to mean
but hey, not as if I care…
He who flies by plane over the land
for him, the landscape is a map
and he doesn’t know where was living here Farkas Mihály

My wretched soul is in yeast again
and this makes my heart fulfilled with pain
and this makes me overwhelmingly sad
but hey, never mind it pal, I say to myself…
He who flies by plane over the land
for him, the landscape is a map
and he doesn’t know from where has come and to where has gone Farkas Mihály

I never say the word “sin”
The notion of sin is a taboo for me
And any time I think I shall be free
I immediately realize all the embers of my hope are ashes
but hey, my truth is after all contextual
He who flies by plane over the land
for him, the landscape is a map
and he doesn’t know who was and who has became Farkas Mihály

There is a girl I love

[English translation of “Van nekem egy szerelmem”]

There is a girl I love
she’s just not with me
I’m walking down the avenue
and I see the girls
a curly, one in sunglasses, a clever and a brave one
I’m toing and froing and the girls are coming
And they all just make me vomit

There is a girl I love
she’s just not with me
I’m by myself and I don’t mind
at least I can measure up the girls
if one looks at me kindly
I pretend that she turns me on
in fact, I just vomit, I vomit
I don’t need you other girls

There is a girl I love
she’s just not with me
Girls are coming along hand in hand with boys
which makes me wonder
how can the guys go out with these girls
who just make me vomit in stream?