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now look at the 'picture'
nice illusion as if something 'real'
people prefer
to put themselves 'into the picture'
so to be taken for 'real'
pronouncing about themselves
from within some frame
from a fantasy that acts as if 'real'
seldom really enjoy what they're talking themselves into enjoying
they soon turn blind and delegate to enthused actors;
the world in general must change to fit many an actor's role-
the world hurts, harmless it is
all animals now look as if they have transgressed
long before the prime minister became prime minister
I was invited to acknowledge to his face
that he would become prime minister "one day"-
well that day came and went...
my refusal at that time
and many a refusal subsequent
was based on histories of people
that used to make history themselves -
their discourse had evaporated
sort of by force...
yet history made yet another turn
and the discourse of the one
has turned into a 'spiritual' subtext
of yet another prime minister
in other words, while the essence
of both their discourse was well packaged
preserved sustained within a series of people
it was forever nothing but an unprincipled floating
in the form of history
studied, understood, applied
a sort of repeatable matrix
same characters you meet over and over and over
so that only life itself becomes not a bore
but how language creates
the same types
to fit the same created constellations
that lead to war and wars
within a long cycle
so you're not surprised
that your judgement of forty or so years ago
proved intuitively
or based on real life experience
proved correct
managing by moving around
away from words that are indeed not real,
unreal the behaviour of those
who claim
under cover of their group's words
being within the words of that group,
as if 'they' speak "the truest" words
words remain objects
as much as they derive their fantasies
therefrom
was always a weapon of distraction,
truly political at that
never a metaphor for 'real life'
never a substitute for 'history'
always an indicator of networking idiocy
from which 'higher characters' evaporate
nothing is ever created
except subtractions of time
thus nations fall down into the real
as a generic child really
I saw so much acting in front of me
on the stage, in the theatre
that I never lost that antenna for affective reactions
performed to some text, snippets of grandiose ideology,
dramaturgical theology, roles of bureaucrats,
or a factotum trained in the art of not plurally playing 'themselves'
in other words,
I never met people who are not possessed
by an affective performativity
linked to some law, to local prejudices,
to personal lies motivating their intentions
real -unencumbered- people
are never/seldom found
within a conformist/destructive culture...
that accurately measures today
far superior is
than the future
that will maybe be
still fighting with past's fictions
nothing but accumulated fat
for leaner years
a limit within an expanse of ignorance
for yet another generation to fail
of the animal
beneath the guise
of words
performing a mirror
made up from words
the collectivity approves
it grins
at best a demolished ego,
never a person is
nor an individual to be
collective grin sustains all
sustains a continous ritual
from within this performance
never ending repetitions
hail
obey
perform
buy their kids
deceptive masks
that absorb ' made by nature'
kids' faces
and kids now act their false appearances
acting out as if sincerity parades in public spaces
then train to go begging door to door
merely kids only kids the only non-adults
as if newly minted pagans
converted innocence
training in the art of begging
and so does the enemy train behind masks
to never to disobey any bosses' orders
yet the real enemy
laughs and laughs and hides and hides
behind
the dramaturgical calendar
that true and cruel Master of the Ritual the Repeatable
turning adults
into true marionettes
that must keep on performing
they must obey
like their never again innocent kids
of soft harassment
in these latitudes
from north to south,
in these post-colonial times
that can't yet decide between civilization and barbarism,
while the ruling Masters pace their selling floor
while downgrading humans to third grade vegetables
and fifth grade quality fruit and whisper targets
all collective fun cohesively assembled
made from pure viciousness
to market a strange 'whosoever owns it'
business
"to be a member of anything, to join any official organization,
any association or small club... is to lose one's honour,
to debase oneself, since everything is so low " --
Gustave Flaubert, December 12, 1821 – May 8, 1880......
one adds up:
one factotum, another factotum, another another...
behaviour congruent
words conform
love obeys tantrum
factotum and faith
united they fall
history's words never fail