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June 14, 2006

a pseudo-community

is nothing but a panopticum with trees and grass and its domesticating role,
with snow and its forced movements off the various architectural designs

soon you'll discover who's in charge, anointed,
with a perpetual eye on you:
some modicum of specific symptoms of your non-existence noted
setting in motion action alerts organised by the one's who rule
by design by ruse
rule over you

you're a receiver of reason's objects
words situate you as an object within visible and imaginary space,
a moveable sign within the supervised landscape

if you speak words,
know, no object can speak, make sense,
nor give reason

June 10, 2006

language is never decoration

other than its pretty frame
that comes with a narrower idea's fence

words are always poetry and ruses for attack and subversive entertainment
religious summons, pleadings to defer outroot nature

the animal objectified consumed by language's objects

law's fictions

beliefs of society
need a special class of translators, interpreters, role players
to surprise incognito
with instrumentalizing other's behaviour to actualize fictions

simultaneously

two could fuse
but language fails
to unite them

either language can create 'social relations'
or social creation must coerce 'unnatural language'

you drew

and lived at a distance
much further away than what your pen could draw

where your words failed
your hands drew what they could not reach

you never lived
but you lived for show

you represented the end
beyond touch
you tasted no beginning

no word

can describe you:

I can't describe you with my teacher's words
his feelings spoke in obedience of some proscribed curriculum
words of approved production

to put you into words
to put you grammatically in place

I would have to turn myself into a narrative
with words of lies that would freeze your liveliness


June 08, 2006

the teacher asked us boys

how do you know what I say is right

and the other teacher asked us boys
how do you know what you translate
is what it says it is

and the other teacher asked me
why I always laugh and smile

always the meeting of bodies
in search for words

and so we carried to the beaches
our vocabulary book

you observe nothing

until you notice
head and face behaving
on top of the body
not according to what words indicate

persecuted by opinion
each word hardens to a penalty

framed and injured
between words
even a respite hints at silent terror

all words are emphasis to distract
each gaze directed to inspect an object

thus not words
move these bodies
but done deeds

letting boys

minding the store
was easy, because you learned to trust nature in each of us boys
unencumbered by cultural influences and family power plays;

always aloof of all those that throw around 'official' language
in their respective dictatorship roles we moved through nature
rather than an already devastated culture

the mourning ritual was incongruent with the way technology was played with;
we were so natural to each other that we could not sit down, abandon each other
and relate to the televison screen or radio talk - these THINGS were most unnatural

we would rather walk together than get a ride in a car
or use up a bus ticket - we walked and talked and probably applied languages
we brought home from classes

so the surprise of the boys of giving the boys the keys and minding the store
stunned many boys; no there was no secret; neither the keys nor the money in the till:
no, it was total trust in the boy's nature, total immersion of his being
into a reality of his very own creative being within,
not one bit of a syllable of any doubt in his integrity or his atachment to THINGS

if you can relate to Shakespeare philosophically
you need not put on any costume or self-deceiving camouflage
and simulate life

the eye does not act

your voice is nature
our ears were in tune with words from within our nature

appeals to pre-democratic traditions

effectively neutralize democracy,
traps discussion of the here and now in an in-tolerant past,
smartly framing not rights, constitution nor contract
but pre-democratic status and prejudices
that tradition will never allow
an entry into discussion;

thus tolerance -a product of democracy-
is made wordless, becomes silent
within a regime of traditional coercion


June 03, 2006

a happiness there was

an envy of the world

an envy that is no more:

misery of the one
proclaimed for the many
the end of envy:

happiness
how random
not normal
an immoral statistician's luck
a probability unbecoming
there's no meandering of law or moral -
no happiness can legislate
an impossibility within
without the law


a tear or two
dead spots of ever fluider language

a smile connives with words
complicity's words unite
as if a sentence of the few
can liberate the many


go on go on

move back move back

fool the young
with history feed pablum
prune them minds
retrain their lust
make machinery
channel blood into streams
seduce then command all seed
coerce force create abundance

use up all of life not yet deprived
for a past
its echo rising nightly
its daily fury yet to come

new youth
gets a no-free-choice piper
language does not know
it shuns youth in the name of culture

a piper dreams of yesterday
that will come tomorrow