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a boomerang
a sum of syllabels
an inner circle game of as if
winks speak as if
from the convoluted body
auditing by walking around
this random path encounters no accidents
no impossibilities
hits upon false feelers
originating within deep deception:
perception's calculus
prostitutes its excess
in minima
now
it is always
it was
no more today
memory only tells
how it was
there's no more today
that opens up unexpected
possibilities
hesitation's time, freedom's time pure
fending off schizophrenic choice
while language turns into void's poverty
time's value gains thru hesitation
watch all questions that narrow in,
the unexpected answer
gestates within hesitation's freedom
time quakes
can afford to look back,
a nodal point, a place of respite
yet peace creates no believers
it can't compete with wars' deceivers
destruction lurks
always looking forward
as if peace is bad
do not esteem your body,
but you esteem all systems;
mind and soul - slaves -
system's tools
the mind that hides your body
while whoring for the system,
the soul pro-pagan-dizes,
em-bellishes the slaving mind
and a taste for morality
that hungers for a taste of judgement,
all history thus turns into present tense,
every character turns into farce,
always rises as a fiction only in hindsight
timequakes collapse time, evaporate history
only peace itself, self-reflectively,
can constitute history
when language once again founds limits
limitless timequakes-
language no longer seeks sense
it is as if no one lusts
for freedom's reason
from the dust
if it could not cover its falseness
with the words from mortals
marbeled David
stands proud a non-liar
all words beyond
cover up his nakedness
an ongoing battle for words
falsifying reality
remains abstract and nakedly calculated
its picture is not a summary
but a diminuition
that reduces and hides
beware of symbols that subjugate,
pictures make unthinking possible
it's not art but craft that changes substances
all news is abstract
that's why it must -sic-paint reality with pictures
the meaning is always yours
just like the stuff you buy
its meaning goes with your money
always to them
words expect your meaning
like the dog expects his bone
copulate randomly to fill a field of concepts;
in due time meaning attaches to them
making possible that these concepts sprout
like rain falls here and there
cleanses and makes seed sprout
meaning is beyond those
who stage events
the actor profits from his act
not from its meaning
the eye produces guesswork
perspectives are the eyes' freedom
no word knows what it knows
what we really live
happened always already at the limits
unconquered fissures aren't oscillators for words
but how come
seeing makes people blind
until the 'right' word hits them?
gains you your freedom -at least within-
when you're condemned
in the words of the other language
when culture changes
and sincerity betrays,
truth beyond reach
no matter how astute your observation
ready made phrases have no feeling in them,
so how do people stay human
continue to pretend as the reasonable animal
when your language punishes not you
but your kind
and the a malicious smile
wins the game
produces a lover
words freely reproduce
each other while pushing saliva's luck
and within desire's convoluted string of grammar
a sort of pre-law narrative greets the idea of love
as if the law knows not how to abandon lover's luck
no entertainment
no opportunistic morality
can show the void upon us
after liberation that can free up minds,
happiness secure in freedom,
a peace that is no more
having a taste for morality
and a taste for judgement
positioned opposite to morality
that came from the news conference showed
the speaker a prisoner of his vocabulary
and bereft of mind,
emotions stood united
as if on believers' firm ground
advancing towards nothing
other than up a few nodges
higher faster up the hierarchy
home of unreason,
affirming belief not in reason,
voila, enters coercion under sadness' mantle
thus was cut the chain of time of gene-rations,
sad passions rose albeit as if from faked flowers
and hushed as if into liberating prayers
time purchased from freedom heretofore
was sold out
"I don't think you get wiser because you got older...
you got to make a conscious choice
to become more liberated more tolerant
more whatever more insecure whatever...
the more you learn about yourself
the more insecure you become...."
--Boy George: Much Music April 2001 interview
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-B9v5bSjnk
you're always
only as young
as when you loved best
there's no before, no after
no theme,
no perverting higher purpose story
only a continuum
of incomparable pivotal experience,
the truly incredible that defeats language
experience after experience
two singulars that never meet
beauty always already tastes from a distance
unencumbered by language and forever will,
beauty knows no plural, no grammar
beauty tastes best
not to be confused
with idealism, procreational dictat,
judgemental moralism
or other language products
had some friends,
boys who had no father,
fathers the war had shot down
the bullet in my mother's purse
was brought home from war
and was no longer lodged in my father's lung
he was seventeen and already among the dead,
patriotic madness poisened families for all time
and all was lost thrice
in two wars,
in-between two wars
and when my father met us boys
he was alive as if he was still seventeen
determined our boys' life
because we played in their rubble
after the madmen were gone
and people moved by by the thousands
and the trains were filled to above their roofs
and hundreds came to our doors
asked for food
churches bled their sins
hiding as if for eternity
under their own ruins
and a madman
entered our history books
we boys entered life
as if after history
as if history happens only in books
as if madmen congregate only on theatre's stage
as if the theatre of madness had closed down
wiggle forward, in waves
within an unnarratable dark continuum
a repetition's identity
nothing but a long-term model
recuperating
thus a leader's words, a sowman
inadvertently becomes a crafted continuum
on the backs of those who were free not to learn
history's wavering
unseen seepage
infiltrating mind's wordiness
How a Subversive Mickey Mouse comes about and thrives:
"Any work with a new form
operates as a war machine,
because its design and its goal
is to pulverize
the old forms and formal conventions."
--Monique Wittig (1935-2003)
"The value of thought is measured
by its distance from the continuity of the familiar."
-- in Minima Moralia: Theodor Adorno (1903-1969)
"The reason it is now so necessary to think through fiction -
while in the past it was a matter of thinking the truth-
is that 'I speak' runs counter to 'I think.'
"I think' led to the indubitable certainty of the " I " and its existence;
" I speak" on the other hand
distances, disperses, effaces that existence
and lets only empty emplacement appear.
Thought about thought, an entire tradition wider
than philosophy, has taught us that thought leads us
to the deepest interiority.
Speech about speech leads us, by way of literature
as well as perhaps by other paths,
to the outside in which the speaking subject disappears.
No doubt that is why Western thought took so long
to think the being of language: as if it had a premonition
of the danger that the naked experience of language
poses for the self-evidence of "I think."
and
"In short, it is no longer discourse and the communication of meaning,
but a spreading forth of language in its raw state, an unfolding of pure exteriority.
And the subject that speaks is less the responsible agent of a discourse ...
than a non-existence in whose emptiness the unending outpouring of language uninterruptedly continues."
--'Maurice Blanchot: The Though from Outside'
by Michel Foucault (1926-1984)
befriend the mind
towards an alternate reality
laughter corresponds
leads to an alternate state of mind,
when you voluntarily laugh
caricature aims at your perceptions
like a word that takes you hostage,
like a belief that turns you into your own liberator
you're always free,
no need ever to explain:
how come we're free ?
is really hard work
subverting 'reality'
as if it's not an ideological space
the professors teaching fairy-tales,
politically speaking
were the authoritariens,
the true anti-pickyourchoice
masters
above all, a great living being,
it being understood that living in this case
is just as much experiencing as reflecting.
The work then embodies an intellectual drama.
The absurd work illustrates
thought's renouncing of its prestige
and its resignation to being no more than
the intelligence that works up appearances
and covers with images what has no reason.."
...
"Expression begins
where thought ends.
Those adolescents...
who people temples and museums -
their philosophy has been expressed in gestures."
...
"To think
is first of all to create a world
(or to limit one's own world,
which comes to the same thing)."
all Quotes
from Myth of Sisyphus, Albert Camus (1913-1960)