a town always within a town
from town to town
yet there, texts fit to repeat its people
there, words fill up to the edge to say the same
yet their town, they claim
is always different
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from town to town
yet there, texts fit to repeat its people
there, words fill up to the edge to say the same
yet their town, they claim
is always different
but the hand that chisels
the shirt that fits you -
admire the taylor
that covers up your nakedness
but words are past times
smart warriors too
that put you in range
and false they turned
and their feelings shunned and dead
they carried on with false words like slaves must carry water
and each word testified religiously to their making sport
and each word copulated with the order of the day
all rules became a mission's lie to be fought for
they were bought out by the state
of things their greed loved now
their life hardended into concrete as if a lie turns true when engraved in stone
entered our spaces
we boys were with our feet on the ground
and swimming in the ocean we were weightless
and nights we rose with the stars
yes, and a nightingale was mediating with his song
one friend cried
and we crawled into each other's tears
and we recalled each other's ways:
Promise! I'm always your friend
and each night
we boys moved
to another tent
until we came to rest with our best friend
sunset and sunrise
had their purpose again
we had no radios
we boys lived within our very own words
some brought their books and
we conjugated each other's words
we grew together like a classic's text
was so useful that all rains brought us boys closer together
when we left the tent
assorted rain from above was our friend
and we walked ever so close
towards the thick forest
and then entered as if into the greenest cave
that could stop for us all rain
that comes and cuts the grass
never to see the seeds of grass
his mind's behaviour pushes ahead
without regret he cuts grass short and orderly
pushing forward grass technology
to round out the mortgage on the house
and if his mind should ever grasp a meadow
that could have grown limitless from all seeds unseen
the unknown boy will be called something like a grown man
who was not cut short by nature
but apprenticed and then made use of
by culture's sport
tentative- beware of perfection hidden coercively in texts
beware of norms: enforcer of absolute categories
series of events indicate the fiction of the law now circumvented
only to eviscerate it further
then to recall all that which was before to be implemented once more
no congruence with grammar as if an essence
no word fits a patchwork of events that retires texts
no action ...ever pretty
no sport not to advance your body against...
no word not to turn your mind against...
all fruits of unquestioned complicity
repeated daily
to decipher flaws
in the other's practice
if it's art or camouflage
if it's turning and a chipping away away from reality
an act put on
to hide even deeper
within a no-where-land of a village
a peculiar anti-mall like behaviour
that sharpens one's perception
to staged acts
the cheeks of the face
enacting a repetiton
of a merely perverted know-how
as if a dance of perversities
for commercial purposes
a wall
visible enough
thick enough
never to be pierced by words
and soon all naked trees
were covered up with leaves and more leaves
and soon wise men learned
and used words
to cover up with news
all that which is
and all that which is not to be
you and me
have their function
as destruction
of you and me
words carry forth their arrows
informed by authority
until you and me
are made speechless
fenced in trapped by sharp arrows
poison of words
until the movie ends
and
words return
take over the day
and
words tell what feeling was
and how life
always was a hero's war
via a movie
life itself plays in movies
image and music inform
your feeling's conformity covered up with news
an object -i am- comes to life in the eyes of others
when i - the object-begins to resemble something other than a dead object,
an object subjected to some 'higher' form
and if dead, this state creates commotions around me -
the object made useful, authority's fodder
sincerity reduced to 'true' interpretation of the movie,
your feeling tuned by some song a harmonic object, desire's substitute
language a few words already heard by others
used language, second hand between you and me
relates always to something 'outside' us - to others, not to 'us' -
the objects to be levelled, objectively transformed
by law that informs language
downplay the object
so that idelogy comes down to life so law rises
sucking up all objects -
the formerly you,
the i's
all into some totality, the Great non-human object
with that which is given them:
as if an ever more constricting diet of imagination
lifelong to be repeated
which constitutes their community's organism,
no head, but a collective obedience
all subjectivity eliminated;
one public voice, a meaningless opinion
like a thunder, a unifying sound addressed to everyone:
everyone responding in a uniform voice
a sensibility alien to choice that never practiced liberty
an imagination infested with fear of the stranger
a community copulating in darkness ever darker
their very own flesh a plague of fantasies
language's product
no neighbour knocks at your door
to enhance your freedom to cry for more liberty
nor to inquire about your progress towards your individuality
neighbours - public opinion's most loyal servants
always sinister as any enemy
spying from across the border
and there
where there is no theatre
each figure parades its masque in conformity
each extreme movement a true representative of authority:
specialist and executor of lies
thrive only with physical reinforcement,
like a law enforced like bricks embedded in cement
thus all lies embed in sweet harmony's coercion
like all love ordered accords with irremovable law
nature's gain rebuked all words turned dead
there's much danger
where there is much paper money
no tree returns from enhanced inflation
a hit parade without songs:
history without wars
speak not,
sing what no word can tell
if we would return to before all these words
we would have friends
that speak in silence
and each other's understanding
would show unencumbered
that need to be transformed
thus culture stays the same
only words change
and those who speak are made either
narrower or taller,
turned into warrior,
only poets take a fall
about texts ruling coercively
dark as night
as bright as coercive texts
forcing themselves upon the free play of daylight
the repetitive horror of walls
when minds enter into crisis
signifying language's end
and an old nation by a different name
all meanings subject themselves to review
a transformation turning over life's order
a tradition of coercion bereft of any future
hailed as an advanced return of a better past
and the battlefields red from blood horrific scream
are at last dead
silenced in every curriculum
they relate words to each other,
orderly sentences
molecules of grammar
then ejaculated orders
imply relationship's failure
language's scripted crime
by some measure
a form of pain, a stranger to nature
go as far as math and formula reach
then expect the boomerang, the echo,
the most singular event at the end:
a loop closing in upon itself
lives its secret,
humans act their words
all noise hints at logic's failure
return all words to song
so time's wounds
can reach the understanding
belie life
a word: life's ultimate competitor
come to a standstill
sentences collapse into themselves
a language dissipated,
defeated voices
constitute themselves as traders
readers are traitors
once they pick up images as tools and crutches
illusive fortifications, walls construed as belief
not themselves
but alternate between those
who hunger for them
reversals of words
draw no lines
join no circle
think no frame
yet time acts,
relies on words alone