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March 30, 2009

when I moved away

from that town
away from people posturing

before the great collapse

to another town
and on to another town

while the contours
of the great collapse crystallized


always leaving people behind
posturing and juiced up within
their very own weapons of
hatreds
ideological
theological
political

their opinions
decorated with common sense
and series of ignorances

I always felt
I escape a humanity
that was fortunate
to be born yesterday

born
into systemic ignorances


March 28, 2009

ENVY

When I peruse the conquered fame of heroes, and the victories of mighty generals,
I do not envy the generals,
Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great house;
But when I hear of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them,
How through life, through dangers, odium, unchanging, long and long
Through youth, and through middle and old age, how unfaltering,
how affectionate and faithful they were,
Then I am pensive—I hastily walk away, filled with the bitterest envy.

By Walt Whitman
May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892

March 23, 2009

as boys in Spain

we met boys from England
and talked intelligently about the boys of Rome

Years later I thought about this in Mazatlan
where I saw a group of English lads
eating and drinking in the restaurant

then cavorting into the sunset at the beach

how this and that beach
reminds of other beaches,
other countries,
same plays

acquire nothing

believing
into next to nothing
is sort of habit free

He was free and wild

what else could he be?

He worked in the rose garden
where else could he work?

i brought Him roses
He smiled
We smiled

what else could We do?

He had no habits

He was wild
We were free


landscapes forced

by mindscapes

into narrower
ever narrower frames

remember Acapulco
before the high-rise scape

ever since that time
I never liked to travel
but reduced all travel
to unpredictable moves
with boxes to be unpacked
minds to be discovered

and 'mind' is sooo modern
that you will be stunned
what language must reproduce
in today's hinterland


students leap

from their wealth of feelings

to other people's language
opinions
words

faulty thinking

fantasize alien figures

eat all words like fat
feed off images

and all beauty

all leftover feeling
fades

electricity went off

a winter storm rushed thru the area

i just moved some snow away
and off my park bench

now I can feed the birds...

I had just copied what follows...
because the lights flickered
the computer behaved on and off

and all the rest of my memories evaporated
into a darker darkness
which lasted about three hours:

---

used to go the the Bar
in Ann Arbour
last century

don't even remember the music that played
but I liked the DJ the music he played
and he gave me a kiss for liking it

what did I drink
it wasn't Pernod
...

and I wasn't sure what will be next
the lights flickered

darkness got everything settled
yet I wanted more

March 22, 2009

ate dead meat

again, extra lean Buffalo meat,
mixed in some blood pudding
but only for the spices

made some balls
boiled in water
to get rid of MSG poison


and again some vegetable flowers
that sat there for a couple of days
and turning a touch yellow, goes by the
name of broccoli

isn't that word neuter
to stretch the flower's taste anywhere
where fantasy tastes the best

and potato seeds,
next summer's crop
eaten today
boiled then peeled

followed by two pears
ate all seeds of the two

March 18, 2009

nothing ever really

rhymes

while
this world
propagandizes itself
with repetitions

only chaos
looks out
for words,
discovers facts

the political faith

convolutions

remind
of authoritarian
literature classes
suffered

where
professorial dogma
trumps politics

beginning with
gender prone
Oh so harmless fairy tales in general

ending with
misreading/misspeaking

of dear lad,
Billy Budd

March 17, 2009

for boys and pupils

five plus five adds up to ten

for so called adults
that can add up to anything
except a naive ten
"I don't believe in math!"

'all big numbers are too big
to ever return to zero'

and the flat earth
has joined the ex nihilo creationists

never resigned to facts
insistency wills the absurd

so that accountancy is nothing
but a no good belief system

March 16, 2009

while they weaved

and weaved
weaved always more

what

peoples` minds were busy
with thought

fantasizing `WOOL

a global

theater
with no strings attached

a continuous play that practiced
how to pull all strings

life so much

like a movie is

people apply to be
a 'real' person
subject to change

'real' role enforcements
Oh so voluntary
from within specialized fogs

an unending series
of complicit conversions

there's always THE big void

learn, think, speak, meditate upon
all the languages
all the politics,
all the philosophy
all theology and
Vatican's geopolitics always
in cahoots with the most powerful-
all that what language taught them

in all the languages
the Founders knew and spoke
and made them think
understanding humanity's plight


and then they arrived at a Constitution

understand what it still means
to the 'rational animal' called upon
to be human

there were so many
many "independences from..."
written and thought into it...

that newspaper closing towns
never will understand
and the internet will never understand

what this,
today's humanity
is faced with

denials, hellish times, brinks, cliffs
abysses, sacrifices, doctrines,
spiritual propagandas, irrationalities,
worthless currencies, productions of dreams
and infinite entertainments, mind closures,
histories cleansed, censored lost battles yet to be won
on an on

for those that subvert life
for some 'glory'
youth never beauty
always cheapest altar production
is


March 15, 2009

one moves

from civilization to civilization
to escape
their home-made barbarisms

yet they advertise
themselves

as the cleanest
the best family nest
there is

but heck
what the one translates
into a domesticated reality
Oh so purified

language drums up even higher
into what never is

as to legally and morally

X answered that

the Lee Gallery
was shut down

and
the Mo Rally
never got a permit
from the authorities

last week

we had still minus 35C
with the wind warning advertised
it went down to minus 45C

even so I sit outside under a nice warm March sun
from around noon until I feel nature's juices percolating

the snow is melting and wiggles its way deeper into the ground

the birds wait at feeding time
-I hate to advertise a human as a regular-
am I the bird do they imitate humans?

I've reduced the amounts of each
and several feedings throughout the day
so to get them off of this human habit

and fewer birds are indeed sitting in the apple trees

that was the idea especially once I rake up all leaves
and feed the birds on the ground so they all
go after crawling meat

once spring is here and snow gone home
I again look forward to dandelion's salad bar
any unforeseen snow

while a bit after that the sun gets so hot
from under this blue sky
so that only rural fantasy
can keep me going and going...


all the clover will come to live
like grass it will cover the ground
once they're in bloom
I hope there's more than one bee in these
surroundings, more than one from last year

someone told me last year
farmers like their poisons and chemicals
so if a guy like me likes bees
he should go elsewhere

yes rural living has its own gods
but then it says:

"There is probably no God.
So, stop worrying and enjoy your life".


yes, and last year's butterflies

especially now
since most of nature's life
lived in the past


March 14, 2009

the Wall

that came down
was among other things
a wall between Reformation
and vaticanic Anti-Reformation
that found its confirmation
in the pope's birthday celebration
last year, in the innards of the White House

The Second World War has not finished...
nor has the Anti-Reformation...

Just like Luther's Reformation
in turn caused the mother of all Anti-Formations

so was the American Revolution
the mother of all new beginnings
in search of an ending...

the 'Cold War' merely an interlude
within a much longer, older theme

history continuous under different names
so that for the next generation
all that is new
is merely so under different names

continuous unabated
unseen
unexpected

the greatest most secret Secret
remains most visible
once the understanding

removes all fog


words turn into tricky things

tell and commandeer
authoritatively
of what's so 'natural'

and
when you try to meet and ask,
try to interview the very 'Natural'

words turn into rats
all further knowledge censored

"The Natural' oh so speechless
remains off limits

words and co-thieves
and all their pro-originators
have disappeared


ignorance

always an institutionalized ignorance
that is, a continuous exclusion of knowledge

a certainty of a flea
as
specialist,
expert,
inspector of cadavers

ignorance
brings delivers certainty
a sure sequence of words


knowledge remains in a perpetual exile

propaganda lives off doubt, fantasy, illusion, the manufactured event

in this sort of small town

study all absent kindnesses

whispers flying towards you

assaultive sentences
that frame all intercourse
even within an alien shopping experience:

more border guard gaze
more Check Point Charlie gaze
-would make Franco proud

more no "Good" morning language
more and more anti- 'customer' stuff

you can't say social intercourse:
in this institutional model of a village

local coherence reinforced:
every rule and law of universal civility
reduced, an easy effort of circumvention

Human Rights Pudding
an assault on community spirit
a morticians gaze

post-colonial nostalgia
as if every gaze
praises false knowledge to be corrected
then "YOU TOO!"

game players acting law enforcement
every gaze a fruit of cultural re-enforcement

yet stuck within rotten fruits
from a Tree of Knowledge


so
travel from village to village
see fewer and fewer trees
yet more and more rotten fruit

assaultive language flowers blooms
no one eats, no one volunteers
for Human Rights Pudding


March 13, 2009

hallo readers

eyes see
brains know

and thought already
strong,
trained,
qualified
pre-prepared

all
within ready made words

even what's new
nothing but different

additions
substractions
cross-overs
of words

there's a love

of love
that loves words

and words
play with themselves
games

while
inadvertently
gaming
aims at humans


instant beauty

meets with instant relief
from all language

orgasm overrules liberates from language's intrusions
but language always tells it differently
it makes a story
while orgasm is pushed elsewhere

what was 'good enough and plenty' one time
for the students that hail against many times

turns into a never ending story
words copulating
extracting phrases
imitating

yet seldom praise orgasm
its world survives alone

from how low

language hails from

you'll see when it hits one day
the one day without you having said a peep

language erupting
against the non-peep sayer

as if deducting reducing
some sort of merit

from a never to be
never to be turned into a human

the force

behind
above
language

hidden
beneath

the visible,
the readable
the audible
the speakable

the sporadic
albeit a thinkable

is all there is: the Force-
there's no language by itself

if you don't quit

you're already possessed
by other people-
their masterly control of you

you'll never grow into an appreciation

or
some sort of understanding
of culture's making its separate sense
continuously changing
all without you

so quit

return to life

live to see
all language always moves
always goes by

language got no fixed address
it can never stop

only people, the many
must stand still

March 12, 2009

it's simple

there's one system for the human
yes, that human from within nature

and

there's one system for language
that one from which all troubles rise

the language system is the much faster system-
the human is much slower than any language system

the language system does anything it wants pronto
pronounces death, orders shooting

while the human system naturally lives much much longer
than the ever changing language system

this zoolike language system is nothing but a coercive system
that always wants to enframe the human system

humans learn to write coercively
love to write and digest language's bribes via complicity

yet if the human wants to be assertive
humans use writing,
struggle with language
to resist it

often the most beautiful
is surrounded by most dismal conditions
of terrible language

leave me alone
takes the form of distance

a separation from the always nagging language system
a forever insensible one


the place of meaning

is language

not some place called village
not in some things called humans

March 10, 2009

encountering

factitious
people

playing managers of beliefs

parading as nothing
but as enforcers
of cloned lives

March 09, 2009

how so

does one get

from
'the' brink

to
'the' cliff'

?

or
from c
back to b

?

wonder what interferes
with freedom of thought

the economy fell off a cliff

in near unexpected darkness
more or less

when apples and oranges
turned lookalikes
more or less

when believes and truths
combined their experiences
more or less

yet illusions keep on competing
for talking heads
wonderful brains
more or less

money evaporates
singing the blues
more or less

and all returns
under patriotic guise
are claiming rescuers' sacrifices
more or less

so all remains the same
more or less

unless everything
will be different

and free and enforced specifics
real actual differences

March 08, 2009

time in search of a new age

"There is no nonsense so arrant
that it cannot be made the creed of the vast majority
by adequate government action."

(Bertrand Russell 1872-1970
An Outline of Intellectual Rubbish)

March 07, 2009

language never hides

it's never there

unless its a
code, an
ode addressing the great
Deo written by
C. Doe, the unknown inventor of all possible fictions and laws

when beliefs grow bigger

than knowledge

when knowledges
compete with beliefs

when
facts are
reduced rebabtized remade
produce events

that make unbelievable
within an incalculable Variable X
within Reality Y
belief's fall

a machinery of certainty rises
from within unlimited games
of possibility

March 06, 2009

history

speaks and speaks and teaches
of hate's moral normal

while

LOVE
EVOL - ves

from
within

EVOL - ution
LOVE

March 04, 2009

the question

is not to question, unsettle you
but to question
the language
that is using you

four years

is always already enough:

four years Europe,
four years New Brunswick,
four years Saskatchewan already coming up this September

it seems I'm always moving in September
as if I'm still a semester's creature

without birthday in-between my birthdays
I learned early to celebrate
when I wanted what to celebrate
whatever I wanted
and
nothing to re-inforce authorities
providers of double-headed 'festivities'


so, another garden-house
but with a much bigger garden
anywhere where there may be such...
where no hammer no shots shut up the birds
where no whispers shut down the village


But with sunshine to sit under
with nights warm enough to grow cucumbers
and germinate beans and their flowers turning into fruit

and always on a bus line so to be close enough to an airport
that can carry me towards some sort of liberation

hope ! like a win in a word puzzle a grim grin
a fool's sense a one-way choice


no radio, no tv, no car, no humans
all masks must cease
am not looking for something other than what it is