efficient illusions
do not self-create:
their use-able victims
need to be logically produced
for whose ideological/theological
benefit?
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do not self-create:
their use-able victims
need to be logically produced
for whose ideological/theological
benefit?
divides
divides
divides
tastes all states
harvests all seeds
destroys all roots
that chased away all my birds
feeding on their wild bird seeds
a feeding interrupted
that reminded me
of universal barbarians
that succumbed to total illusion
followed by total destruction
christmas 1944//1945 in Berlin
when the basement shook
when bombs and their detonations
blew out window frames
and the straight christmas tree
tall as the living room
fell flat onto the floor
that was before or later
when Berlin's night sky
was burning ...
the rest is hidden in books
of dictators and popes
of their theories and statistics
and
if you look
black and white pictures
of flattened churches
Now not so new illusions
are upon us in 2008,
again!
lives via one of those many strategic games
that
what "makes" you - with permission-
feel good
like Halloween
a face altering mask
a tactic
a reform
to adjust your face
as per the designers' orders
very much organized not by the calendar
but at their
request
a sort of hidden but real war
that "makes" pleasures
so called "good"
delivers itself
hidden
masked
from within
some "uniform"
that talks
commands
the ever to be repeated
sentence
ideas add bodies
ideas need bodies
ideas become bigger,
doubling themselves
by substituting, eliminating bodies
words produce ideas
words metamorphose same ideas
recruit masked task managers
tactics of shock
thus zero level
Good and Evil 1945
meets its good and bad partners
in 2008:
words within histories of speeches:
an act desiring consequences
and all history
all of history
as if by designed plan
a super sized
one way relation:
idea minus 'all' unwanted bodies
beauty IS complete
even from a distance...
beauty touches
as if already as nearby as a kiss
but then language...
a totally irresponsible intervention
of an invention
so when the boy learned and learned
THAT language
traveled to that country
voila
the boy found beauty and more beauty
not an influence
but an identity lived
experience beyond language
as if not to enclose
people
in a system
like the rain forest disappearing
turning into flat earth surface
following instrumental language intrusions
my parents went to the forests
to collect mushrooms, berries and bird songs
when my father saw a landscape, found a motif
for his water colors or his oils
I always watched the relation
between the landscape
my father's eyes
and what he then drew
painted on paper
this sort of watchful patience
that nature gives you
while you see the grass grow
birds sing for you
while the whole landscape
arrives at your father's hand
all language preceded
my birth,
a leap-year boy
born head first,
at home,
in my mother's bed
in my home-town
that was utterly destroyed
by a dictatorship married to the church-
then both vanished
followed by yet another language
yet another ideology
you learn about language
by what language does to you,
what language itself claims
it can do to you
language creates its agents
from simple boys to giggling girls
teachers professors
soon you learn ideological nonsense
gods that agitate from behind thick walls
the masters of language
play and scheme
and soon the boy sees the stage
hears the words
and turns away
walks walks walks
away
fuses with another label
and now two labels
are supposed
to be a fusion
five thousand years old
all to facilitate distribution of legal tender
money
never mind who labels with whom and why
grammatically correct
never mind on behalf of whom
whose honey
-
and more words
populate ever more stages
as if worlds lords quasi popes
perform play
Humanity
it reduces everything
to words
-
before
communication
entered
into language's utopia
systems claim their language space
a room that studies adores loves hates
walls' unending limits
endless pleasures
extracted from prohibitions
a sort of an always unaccountable religion
that picks surprises
opinion's language
a genderless non-communication
but a poison
thick with weapons of words
gender trimmed people
pick up opinions
carry words
from mouth to ear
christmas
yet another command:
hail complicity
was for two hours under the sun
sitting on my garden bench
minus 25C
but with the reliable
sunshine
I'm always the boy I used to be
going skating sitting outside
the waiter serving warm drinks
boys showing off their pullover
their skills on ice
their laughter and love
this week I will start a few geranium seeds,
the sun is rising again,
days are getting longer-
reliable change
applies only to identities
their roles can change
yes, one can change change change
identities
yet it is meaning itself
that may be refused
careful
while words pretend an order
when my hometown stood in ruins
it was language preceding all bombs
that set the theater
for all destructions
as if by "poetic force"
those who put their words
in a certain order-
attempts at meaning
soon reorder their words
to attain a meanness
that confines
their identity
never to be commensurate
with the young
project of democracy
I'm probably ten years with this homepage-and internet-mail provider,
but today everything
was shut down, even their homepage, my domain,
mail-server, homepage, blog, the works.
But now everything is working OK.
Thanks!
Also, today,
my other internet provider is down,
because of the 95 year hotel burning down last night,
so their recording said...
Yesterday I got more bird food delivered;
today I have well over a hundred sparrows
in the garden;
but it's sunny,
the birds move between feeding on the ground
and back to resting in the trees.
One deer was here,
but left again when I went outside:
humanity already trained them
to be afraid, very afraid
of humanity...
Human Language IS
the mother of all violence,
so kindness remains speechless,
rarely practiced,
yet accused of
a sort of queer poetry in motion,
especially in these parts
while
I removed some snow on the southside
where I can sit in the sun at any temperature
if and when the sky is blue
one sparrow - sweet
sparrow talk, a few sweet sparrow notes
I understood
and as soon as I had cleared the snow
off some ground
I put out some wild bird feed...
and soon after
in full sunshine
there where a hundred sparrows,
I counted to fifty and then another another
another
and more and more hungry sparrows
in minus 45 C weather
now here in this area we got the most sunshine in the country
and while I sit under the sun
around noon or so
under the sun
all these sparrows
sit up there in the trees
have a community sing-in
non-eroticized, apolitical
propaganda free
money free entertainment
under free sunshine
extremely peaceful
bird twitter
about this and that
# Sunrise: 8:56
# Sunset: 16:59
WIND CHILL WARNING:
EXTREME WIND CHILLS TONIGHT AND MONDAY.
THIS IS A WARNING THAT EXTREME WIND CHILL CONDITIONS
ARE IMMINENT OR OCCURRING IN THESE REGIONS.
A RIDGE OF HIGH PRESSURE ACROSS THE PRAIRIES
HAS BROUGHT BITTERLY COLD ARCTIC AIR TO SOUTHERN SASKATCHEWAN.
NORTHWEST WINDS OF 15 TO 20 KM/H
COMBINED WITH TEMPERATURES AROUND MINUS 30
ARE PRODUCING EXTREME WIND CHILLS IN THE MID MINUS FORTIES.
CONDITIONS ARE EXPECTED TO PERSIST THROUGH MONDAY
WITH WIND CHILL VALUES RANGING FROM MINUS 42 TO MINUS 45 C.
.
am I
a part,
in a play of me
no art
no trap
no part
freedom
always here
only my very own now
nothing abstract,
no past no future
no speculative sacrifice
no lie spinning words, beLIEf
no theme, game, blame
fictions, frames that hope
only my own
always now
history
we noticed the rarity of democracies
and some saw,
victories and failures of papacies
where others saw, failures and victories of the above
yet other boys
always kept their mind unclogged
unharmed by intrigue-
propaganda's love
advertised as if free from hatred
the dictator shot himself
and the great demontage took over
and later, when we boys played Monopoly
we were always reminded of that simulation
of real world worthless money
when no food nor electricity nor heat
were purchaseable
creates non-thinking:
a win an always one way outcome
to train for
to apply
another set of language
to the 'other' side
yet to be made invisible
as if language 'sings' of the invincible
but language lives off an invented faith
words believe in
language games
within propaganda
a kid's games
a sport
enforced
kids
abused
impressed
repressed
controlled
via language games
language transports series after series
of lies into adults
-belief's propaganda
propaganda's beliefs-
all mediators stage and act a spectacle
swim on hope's fictions