the systen
moans and groans
its perfections
become horrors of habits
neither subject
nor individual
re-appear
moans and groans
its perfections
become horrors of habits
neither subject
nor individual
re-appear
the physical Act
and
its verbal
wordy
alleged
ethical
triumphalism
unseen
spaces
invested
by
vices of politics
remain
unthinkable
unspeakable
hidden
fiddle
on feelings
the propagandistic
incitement
that absorbs
the actual world
into a likewise
novel ir-reality
re-voke
necessity
in-voke
contingency
which one day
will be the new
necessity
to be
re-voked
.
again
at a later date
via a new improved better needed
or whatever
contingency
...
...
...
...
...
within
words
says:
"integrate" !
but
it means:
"transform" !
Thus systems
don't just change
unbeknownst...
envelops
does
not mean
the so enveloped
is/are
in a state
of language
only practices
rule
conquer
disparage
on and on and on...
colonial practices live
practices
replace traditions
humans substituted
via practices
modern money
gets absorbed
by language
money
is
no longer surrounded
with silence...
... - ...
NO effect
ON the situation
an oral
moral icing
to act
as
actor
for
reading
others' texts
surpasses
mental ability
to let
thought
enter
a path of logic:
to wit:
ALL -
households
government
businesses
liquidate
all debt
immediately...
as
yet another
failure
Failure
from
non-thinkers
to be studied...
not
in
politics
economics
but
in
logic
in sociology
in small groups
in
cohorts
remunerating talk
talk
stuff
that stops
all thought
(albeit a guise
"beneath" an agenda)
"He wishes to see and hear himself,
and for that reason
he wishes to gain control
of those who see and hear."
From
the Metaphysics of Youth,
The Conversation
Water Benjamin - 1892-1940
" [ He, ]
the convert
of his latest conversation.
Now he has mastered
two languages,
question and answer... "
From
the Metaphysics of Youth,
The Conversation
Water Benjamin - 1892-1940
in an age
of new authoritarianism
within
diminishing
democracy:
crowds
are needed
to control
the public
observe pictures
brains wait
for words
official words
pour forth
from
within ideological facts
belief fits words
words fix belief
but
a gap
de-bridged
agape
agape
mutates
into
de-moted
re-gress
over-qualified economy
work-horses
depoliticized
a real dream
subjugated
makes visible
the close look
the haptic
the disintegrating factors:
culture"s use
the institution's tools
the suffering
the experience
the voice
speaks from
a horizon
a ground
words go forth from
an ocean gets deeper
but the water is still floatin'
as if above somethin'
simply mis-used language
scripted situations
propaganda like
fitted opponents
into succumberer' roles
merely
to befuddle
all those
un-familiar
with false thinking
calculable out-comes
hiding vs showing
so
sup-ply - de-mand
to
com-ply - com-mand
belief
in
language
gossip's accomplice
word-acrobat
character's grim face
elevated
to speaker
ideology
culture
formulated
for
warriors
ideologists
of
public opinion
as if
an eternal virginity
simply a continuation
of a group's behaviour
you
see acting performance like
watch word making
and hear mouth productions
a group's behaviour
continuing just as before
it's entrenched
a form of victory parading a virtue
repeating and rerepeating
in search
for meaning
systems
breed
make accomplices
yet reality
prefers
not words
nor sense
but
senseless
differences
into
a
TRAP
en-snared
en-framed
plays
that
PART
“Imagination
is the one weapon
in the war
against
reality”
“L’imagination
est la seule arme
dans la guerre
contre la réalité”
Jules de Gaultier (1858 -1942 )
grounded
in the recurrence
of the occurrence
----
is
the recurrence
as
instituted
as
the occurrence
.....
a legislated exclamation mark
...
a factual correctness
instituted ?
a lot of meat
a type
of I 's
a pity
language a game is
only language guarantees
tomorrow's sun rise
incertitude
an attitude subversively practiced
not
by democratic "people"
but
by operators
aiming at ever more money extraction
via unexamined traps -
Have no belief whatsoever
in any whatsoever expectation
the glue
within
the Law
of context
where
reality
as
an object
succumbs
obeys
a tyranny of meaning
the we
destroys constructively
ask
humans animals plants
formerly fresh water
newly enhanced air
arriving like 1915
as if numerical advances
need only a 1945 like hiatus-
fictitious dreams march
towards discursive status
classrooms country campus
all imitations -
name changers
not thoughts that arrive at betterments
but endurences marinated -
suffered
study
regnant particularism
not to confuse it
with conflicting particularisms
from
form
norm
form
precedes
content
content bounded
by norm
false pretences
from
within sentences
keep on deceiving
trap and part
like
populism
a trap
for
social movements
or
populism
a part
of
social movements
for history
a part
for sinking into forgetting
a trap
under the sun
in sunshine
under blue sky
surrounded as if by snow beach
I sat warm
my face burning now
from reflections of warm and light
and cold and wind and sun
still playing a winter theme
put some plastic on top of snow:
want to put out clover seed
onto that ground covered with snow
frozen sand deeply frozen sand
so hungry for some organic stuff
snow will melt and water will go away
and nothing will be left for my vegetables
no mulch to keep that moisture here
no worms to do their digging for me
I am what the garden one day will give me
but I will have to give my thoughts to it first
now and forever
utility
of cataloged prejudices
realized, practiced
words reward words
human against human
but off stoppages of thinking
culture acts "the medium"
from
its fog therein
institutions rise
redefine
the works the world
all words
fantasies
classes and elites
minimalistic rations of vocabulary
all hooked up
from within beliefs
paychequed harassers'
oppressors' forces
act
more and more
become culture's warriors
of "true" fly by night lies
and truth
are abstracta
smartly made concrete
via
some sort
of voluntary coercion
within custom and culture
or
through human acrobatics
using words
that shape belief
within the art of lies
thus turning language as such
into domains of controllers and enforcers
thus Micky Mouse became human
and accumulated fortunes
on the wings
of institutionalized fantasies
every collective cult a move,
a subversive training exercise
a coup d'etat
of a ruling institution
series of closural acts
from within unreason
a free "Good Night" entry
into further training
the thinker says
even so his culture told him
that his culture's forest
is already knocked down
one tree at a time
has no time left
to make more room
for fantastic visions
in-between
and all around
you'll see
a body moving,
yet it's an acting
a re-acting...
from nothing but a sound
like a whistle that delivers attention
a lifelong training yet to come
to unborn generations
via secrets
and planned lies
Oh how critics
disarm every move and thing
as if
from within compliance
not made of impotence
one of the animals, collectively,
civilizes nature
try to talk to a brain
given to perpetual training
by and for the use of authoritarians
gendered hysterics perform
re-perform
a specific form
as if as per ordered request
a void = an acting visibility
volunteering
the subject's brain
the sexless
act collective prohibitions
not loving your brain
inadvertently extends
the Master's authority:
umbilical brain rights
the Collected Works of J.S. Mill (U of Toronto Press; Liberty Fund)
and some of his father's stuff, James Mill
and Hume's Works,
and Lord Kames' Elements of Criticism,
and Earl of Shaftesbury's Characteristicks of Men, Manners, Opinions, Times
i'm, also into Davetian's Civility
and Susan Sontag's REBORN:Journals and Notebooks 1947-1963
and Judith Butler's latest: Frames of War
All of the above are independent thinkers that started thinking at home...
add to this more thinkers:
Foucault's Dits et Ecrits, 4270 pages of his writings except his books
Nietzsche's collected works,critical study edition, 9632 pages
Free life is short
too short
while democracy lasts
while playing with the thought
of baking a plum strudel...
but four plums - two by two's- were so tasty looking
that I tasted one
then my taste wanted many more...
can't get enough of what my eyes like
they know that I live from taste to taste
it always gets better
the tastier it gets
words stop here
but nature just goes on and on and on
in one direction
always
correspond to
extension
in some other direction
even "the soul" has its own news service
reveals
conceals
leave what it
reveals
to
leaks it
conceals
to be observed
whenever I go shopping:
there's no waiting
when I get to the check-out
only an obligation to wait
for the ongoing
ritualized 'entertainment'
to run its course
while words
press on
and on
whispers and faces
unite
enforcing '... a Good Day'
rhymes
while
this world
propagandizes itself
with repetitions
only chaos
looks out
for words,
discovers facts
theater
with no strings attached
a continuous play that practiced
how to pull all strings
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
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
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
X answered that
the Lee Gallery
was shut down
and
the Mo Rally
never got a permit
from the authorities
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
of love
that loves words
and words
play with themselves
games
while
inadvertently
gaming
aims at humans
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
is language
not some place called village
not in some things called humans
factitious
people
playing managers of beliefs
parading as nothing
but as enforcers
of cloned lives
does one get
from
'the' brink
to
'the' cliff'
?
or
from c
back to b
?
wonder what interferes
with freedom of thought
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
"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)
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
is not to question, unsettle you
but to question
the language
that is using you
institutional contexts
experimentally created contexts,
maintained contexts
even from within 'idyllic' landscapes
or from stylistically limited human life left-overs
from which views,
multiple or linear
as if a voluntarily produced expression
or otherwise manufactured supply of words
EMERGE
upon which multiple perspectives
are subjected to one-way ideology
- opinion of the day- formula
repetitions
interpretations
or testing
how far history practices
forgetfulness
that sort of step by step elimination of facts or lives
producing silently
an ever fresher saliva to its clientele
"The value
of
thought
is
measured
by
its distance
from
the continuity
of
the familiar."
-- in Minima Moralia: Theodor Adorno (1903-1969)
a future can no longer be 'calculated'
the state's 'mind is at a loss'
therefrom
an instability of a nation's political order
results
alea iacta est
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
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
as if not to enclose
people
in a system
like the rain forest disappearing
turning into flat earth surface
following instrumental language intrusions
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
applies only to identities
their roles can change
yes, one can change change change
identities
yet it is meaning itself
that may be refused
"Why do I not call up this image of gentle sweetness,
and place it as a perpetual barrier between mischance and me? -
It is because pleasure asks a greater effort of the mind to support it than pain;
and we turn after a little idle dalliance from what we love to what we hate!"
"The pleasure of hating, like a poisonous mineral, eats into the heart of religion, and turns it to rankling spleen and bigotry; it makes patriotism an excuse for carrying fire, pestilence, and famine into other lands: it leaves to virtue nothing but the spirit of censoriousness, and a narrow, jealous, inquisitorial watchfulness over the actions and motives of others. What have the different sects, creeds, doctrines in religion been but so many pretexts set up for men to wrangle, to quarrel, to tear one another in pieces about , like a target as a mark to shoot at?"
"If mankind had wished for what is right, they might have had it long ago. The theory is plain enough; but they are prone to mischief, “to every good work reprobate.” I have seen all that had been done by the mighty yearnings of the spirit and intellect of men, “of whom the world was not worthy,” and that promised a proud opening to truth and good through the vista of future years, undone by one man, with just glimmering of understanding enough to feel that he was a king, but not to comprehend how he could be king of a free people! I have seen this triumph celebrated by poets, the friends of my youth and the friends of men, but who were carried away by the infuriate tide that, setting in from a throne, bore down every distinction of right reason before it; and I have seen all those who did not join in applauding this insult and outrage on humanity proscribed, hunted down (they and their friends made a byword of), so that it has become an understood thing that no one can live by his talents or knowledge who is not ready to prostitute those talents and that knowledge to betray his species, and prey upon his fellow- man. “This was some time a mystery: but the time gives evidence of it.” "
"...that arch-reformer, that heroic deliverer, that mouther about liberty, and tool of power, stands gaping by, not feeling the blight and mildew coming over it, nor its very bones crack and turn to a paste under the grasp and circling folds of this new monster, Legitimacy! In private life do we not see hypocrisy, servility, selfishness, folly, and impudence succeed, while modesty shrinks from the encounter, and merit is trodden under foot? How often is “the rose plucked from the forehead of a virtuous love to plant a blister there!” What chance is there of the success of real passion? What certainty of its continuance? Seeing all this as I do, and unravelling the web of human life into its various threads of meanness, spite, cowardice, want of feeling, and want of understanding, of indifference towards others, and ignorance of ourselves, - seeing custom prevail over all excellence, itself giving way to infamy - mistaken as I have been in my public and private hopes, calculating others from myself, and calculating wrong; always disappointed where I placed most reliance; the dupe of friendship, and the fool of love; - have I not reason to hate and to despise myself? Indeed I do; and chiefly for not having hated and despised the world enough."
from "On the pleasure of hating"
--- William Hazlitt (10 April 1778 – 18 September 1830)
how marriage laws
constructed Europe's lands and power elites
via papal dictate
long
long before
America was discovered
and
to make things worse,
America "converted"
into
a separation of church and state,
and still much worse,
transformed
into
a break-way un-normality:
a 'democracy'
that
included an elusive right
to the pursuit of happiness
as if
to combat
the 'certainties' of Heaven and Hell
whose authors
never ever
were able
from
the beginning
to abstain
from
a disguised
and
sometimes
not so masked
spirit
of contradiction
it is not funny
that America does barely learn history
yet continues to suffer
pre-America
and "because of America"
antagonisms
collides with yesterday's content
and
colludes with today's meaning
from the surrounding fields
and stare at me
like locals
speechless faces
staring staring
at me
this place is so small
that many a good word will never arrive here,
a revolution of kindness forever foreclosed
can't define a culture here
only a local color eroticised
thus in cattle country all cows are look alikes
pre-sexed by dictate which is not nature's
thus all language, imported sentiment
only to be outsmarted
by local fantasies
torturers of dreams
deer thus move like humans
as already pre-sexed things
choicelessly coerced
only to perform complicities
repeating circular rhymes
acting hysterics
these are mere names
names
for titles, for roles
that play 'themes'
these roles never ever play
'character',
or 'person',
or 'individual'-
it's never ever 'moral theater'-
and if so
only as farce, disguise, displacement
themes
and only themes
are played by roles
themes
that the shape of the event
and events yet to come
demand,
abstract themes delivered
to the role occupant
.
reduces YOU
to an all-purpose classification;
the inhuman moralist
abhors any philosophy of individualism
the inhuman moralist makes you fit
for an ever-present
all-purpose explanation
atop of the cream of concepts
but then a new interpretation
made visible the ever present alignment
of meaning with power
exactly that same power
that is implied
in every question
no student dares to ask
cause whatsoever
that is not 'lifted up'
by an unspoken antagonistic subtext
listen to the public language spoken
word for word
and the 'sense' of it all
rests elsewhere
agitates ad hominem
as if an 'unusual event'
stands for watching language
like a star gazer's watch
not misunderstanding the 'beast'
but wallpapering the situation
as if from within the seen panorama
are original owners of a silence
that creates distance, perspectives on a used language
but its meaning remains illusive
meaning feeds off language,
meaning remains parasitic,
a philosophical/theological language game
people never interpret experience as such;
for that people circulate stories
and the story or its critique
become the real event
long after the experience
that's not what Subjects are for
because one never meets a human
that does speak of itself
never of itself,
as an unpruned creature,
but always institutionally domesticated
from within an unitary language
manufactured language
copy-righted by the state
between heaven and hell
copy-righted by the religious powers
that preceded all 'secular' states
a pendulum that easily measures
the state of democracy
as if a forced imitation spinach
undigestible
a menu bereft
yet liberated from diversity
a steering force
towards calamity
one hears officialdom speaking
one sees through these agents
agents of state
and of religion
to come more and more rejuvenated
language turns uniform, complicit
agents of agents over-rule
a congruent acting that speaks
not of itself
passengers in a train
by some force of form and norm
succumb
to an institutionalized uni-directionality
repeat themselves
as the already ideal idealization
is performed "on faith"
a ritual to which they never consented,
consent itself seduced within a ritual
ritualistic behaviour needs its kernel of force
delivered by those that got the females on their knees
within a ritualistic consent of a ritualistic group
so the homophobic speech act arises from within a delirium
remains a ritual within the realm of their very own historical delirious tears,
a forced consent, a ritual "on faith"
and absent minded lips repeat
speak the ritual and repeat
and repeat
the ritual speaks itself
not homosexuality
but the perverse control that is exercised
via homophobic speech acts
by leaderships and hierarchies
that must control and manipulate groups
for their own survival, success and glory
for nation and mother's milk;
especially female homophobes who are as if 'by nature'
stuck within an ideology of 'the sex to be sexed'
no two lovers have such a destructive cohesiveness
as that of an animal called group
that is always already on the brink of hysteria
fruit of prohibition's and repression's manipulators
it's actually utmost disgusting
to see such a group perpetuated
by those in their control
to whom all benefits
from a 'homophobia armed group ' accrue
preempts customer service in these parts,
brings the pulpit to the workplace
the employees are the serfs and servants to the bosses
and the employees act as their agents and control
and thus train the 'customer' which you're not and never
you are not a 'customers' in a church,
you're never as 'customer' of a god
but you suffer the modes of abjection,
the degrading speech acts
that the agents of the pulpit bring to their working floor
homophobia is the operating attitude of hierarchy
which either the post office nor the businesses have control over,
because the Charter of Rights is opposed by hierarchical forces
that control the agents
just as Human Rights are preempted, not recognized by the hierarchy
so are 'customers' an abject class within that sort of system
and the agents trained as per pulpit
that's what you get:
looks, grimaces,
speech acts that embellishes the agent as a group as serfs and servants
thereby redefining what used to be 'customer'
-outside the hierarchy
are these homophobic females
cover ups for lesbianism
within their very own world of hierarchy
that of course
does not thrive within so large groups
of an obedient female sex
and their subservient homophobic male sex?
speech act of male homophobia
related to female sex's behaviour
(hysteric, desperate facial expressions, 'brain drained')
in a public work place
within all the hush whisper closeness
within all the twitter of a nearly all female work environment
in which males
are subservient to
and congruent
with the female sex's homophobic discourse glue?
by how much does an already procreative female
elevate her husband's - his male sex's - standing
by practicing homophobic speech acts with a male first grader -
a woman acting out homophobic theatrics
in a business environment
how does the female sex with her male homophobic speech
train and turn homophobic males?
are making war on non-homophobic bodies
and practicing homophobic speech acts for public show
and true love's last speech act
contingent on each other?
since the collapse of the consumer ideology
within the realm of my local experience
businesses including the the so 'correct' post office
'are in the business of gossip and innuendo distribution
expanding their businesses into agents
of papacy, church, law enforcing apparatus
the local rurals are well ahead
and their culture congruent with local homo sapiens
some of these agents even lined up their women-collective
as if one inadvertently walked into a medieval whore house,
the first word some other 'business' agent uttered
before saying HALLO or what's your name or a smile:
"ARE YOU MARRIED?"
Now from here on every discourse of stupidy
that circulates here is soaked with perversions and sexual innuendo
homophobia and hetero glorifications
that should be the envy of the civilized world-
but "there are worse places with a Constitution'
I was told...last century...
now that sets the tone for more homophobia
and hetero glorification and its hysterics
within local businesses and their ethics
in other words the moral caliber
of the business inmates, hysterics et al
regardless of their advertised preferred gender,
family ideology and local theology and ideology
genitalia precede brain,
sexualized discourse surpasses all study,
all knowledge, all science, all theology and
all 'rural friendly family' propaganda
the forever 'unadults' are at it
with gutter and gusto
exists
beyond a few dismal words
a community received
to limit itself
within one voice
a non-identity
a cohesiveness
that drowns out
the unwanted
an unending chorus of sameness speaks
words play
neither 'in' this world
nor are 'of' this world
but wiggle within the body
and limited enough
they act straight ahead
towards an even flatter world
of more false acting
and beneath
fooled by gendered language
the in-human
lurks
remind of designed
neighborly mysteries
the written signs rest
on paper
bereft of voice
while the breath of voices
remain shuttered, codified
never earn the status
of beautiful weeds
nettles that are pretty
frequented by bees
that make honey
that do not deal in free flowing words
words that discount
words that must sting
learn a trade
now who says:
learn five languages !
to look through any thought
when it hits you
coming from a mouth full of words
denunciation's and command's inventions
of care as if love sacrifices
to one language
a reflection of one way thinking
to which the body
succumbs first
gesture's call
to order
or however that name
attaches itself to that creature
neither language can describe it
nor intuition has easy access to language
because what conforms to language
produces formulas, re-produces rituals
that grew up in territories of subjugation
and public sphere
remain relative
until congruent with dogma
the destination
of the sphere of politics
as if failed experiments
generate sense
make sense
according to the logic of myth
that plunges into a hiatus
a kind of ahistorical vacuum
from which
curiously as if by wanted contingency
abrogation of 'normal' legal processes
are made possible
what at first appeared as multiple interpretation
rises now as a singular force
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'
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
nothing but accumulated fat
for leaner years
a limit within an expanse of ignorance
for yet another generation to fail
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
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
faces with dead eyes
and worse than faceless made
worse than Munch's Scream
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Scream
dead people walking, hallucinating in front of you
spitting out words as if hiding within prayer
the repressed know each other
giving off signs
silent whispers
whisper for depressed ears always so very close near by
everyone is everbody's repressor
the exorcist's smile
the tantrum
the female male hysteria
the continuous onscene obscene whisper
as if blood rising from the earth
as red as the setting sun sinking
insisting on crooked words
to Hell with whoever speaks right
Your very own VOICE
thinks for me,
creates my thought
words never think
they merely multiply language
---
words really make a voice boring,
thoughts rise from the voice
but words as if to cover up
remove 'the speaker'
from voice, thought
and meaning
than meaning;
humans are slower than language;
with war language exits
enters a void
only an ideal reality on sale
by makers of superstition
seldom knows the culture
from which smiling arose
yet the grimace
speaks ahead of its time
against time
even in silence and no word spoken
no eyes ever met
an abstinence
that abstains from language,
shuns all words, no voice sounds
yet around you
language approaches two-leggedly
imagination on the wings of language
words hide behind gestures that hide the cult
as if you're witnessing proceedings
a ritual, an acting by many to diminish you, the stranger
the cleansing procedure the blotting out
the connivance the complicity
are these faces, protruding eyes
frozen into the most uniform grimace
performing an aimed repetition of cummunal terror
via language
trapped people within an invariable series of opinions,
trapped within their narrative,
trapped and stuck within their situation
a stubborn language not amenable to learning and 'education'
as if an unenlightened situation immune to information
but language as an imaginary object feeds upon other imaginary source objects
thus,
the effects of language resulting from manipulative causes
exceed all measurable facts
as if a concrete form only in the form of law
bites, a force that terrorizes
from within the situation, place of narration and fabulation
is so easy a word,
just easy enough
for entertaining prejudices
against nature
than the world of facts
facts 'disappear', don't repeat themselves
but words repeat
even transformed into lies
they repeat themselves 'negatively'
in the figure of some peculiarity
words are hardened into some 'fact'
words are signs that play "repeat"
but silence wipes out wars-
history an orderly disposal of what will be
the present is always silent and wordy;
nobody understands the present
the present is made up of real ambiguous relationships:
yesterday's language applies never to today
but is meant for tomorrow
so, to build on some retrospective ensnarement strategy
language rules within all relationship games
to create 'special' propped up 'subjectivities'...
the only real relationship:
solely and only with language,
pre-language dreams,
with indoctrination's reductive language's
forced words
believably mixed in
anonymous language
confiscates the body
reduces it to institutionally useful gestures
gestures that grow from within bodies
as if from choice words
it virtually "extracts" behaviours
as if converting words into blood
then into idols of obedient grammar
after language muddles against facts
reason quits
'culture' at its turning point
now exhausted and mythologized,
humans dehumanized
bodies de-constitutionalised
there's war,
an ordered series of sacrifices
tropes of choice
another generation 'loves'
a forced play of marionettes'
as if by choice
a false choice
dancing
on distant strings
same
as before all language
all were animals
speechless within nature
seasonally copulatin'
as if by choice from within
from themselves, from their very own experiences in life itself
they represent themselves as socially constructed,
socially approved automata, as mass-cultured rhetorical un- clowns
they deny what they actually do,
by painting socially approved 'pictures' of themselves
'false life' narrative pictures, really
nothing but affirmations of a being separated from reality
and deeply approving of socially approved fantasies
totally immersed in some symbolic order
they are always in need of a stage, a platform, a microphone
for nothing but their rhetorical acts, plays, shows
too numerous to give examples here
but wherever there's an office,
a gatherering of an audience
beginning with a socially approved gendered wife,
rhetoric trumps personal life realities
they always only can 'represent' a fiction
never themselves from within their ever 'false life'
in reality all their symbolic living is always opposed to all realism
For the first sentence that comes to mind to establish itself
as the best sentence for the purpose of an essay:
introduce a barrier: that's very religious;
remove a barrier: that's secular and very liberal
Either way, the essay
is thus grounded in the symbolic world of the religious
and returned to some modicum of de-centered reality
or grounded in some always-already de-centered reality
and forced into something otherwordly, the symbolic.
Use a polititician, a leader or high-powered personage,
all try to please both realms or more realms and confusion a plenty,
because the categories of this world and the other world/worlds
get confused and reason gets punished with wishes, prayers and hopes:
language games a plenty
that yesterday's 'present tense'
repeats itself tomorrow
as 'present tense' once more
as if language passes through the night unencumbered
or
does language's passage
transition back and forth
from human to animal from animal to human
like wars
never ending
repetitions
that language can't remember
its procedures flip flopping
always unaccountable
at certain times is no longer art
but complicity
like words that praise
art endorses
teaching classes at university
I was conscious of always avoiding the group in front of me;
by avoiding the group as such
I avoided the presence of an ideology
my motivation was simply some modicum of the pursuit of happiness in general
which never can be a group thing
but always a one-on one motivation eye to eye
whereas I had observed other professors
who were animated by aggression and leadership models
that propagandizes the group into believing
and shaming the group into some collective body
that is in need of continous preaching and verbal whippings from above
avoid any role whatsoever
never hide behind a perception of distance
if the group functions 'right'
the individual lives only to experience and to repeat an indoctrinated ideology
by force of law,
makes for forced intimacy
thus rhetorics of relation
speak of nothing but the law
always against nature
wraps round an idea that moves
homo sapiens like a mechanical puppet -
an ad infinitum acting
produced by an unending supply of ideas
only as long as it remains unknown
while ' they ' play the game,
unbeknownst, the game is playing ' them '
various masks are nothing but different possibilities
of yet other masks to come
as if reality is discursively empty,
a reality emptied of all its content,
to be replaced by history
" I have always thought the actions of men the best interpreters of their thought."
---John Locke ( August 29, 1632 - October 28, 1704 )
"The only fence against the world is a thorough knowledge of it."
---John Locke ( August 29, 1632 - October 28, 1704 )
pastry,
pear slices in vanilla pudding
made my eyes want to see lots of whipping cream
and another waiter brought another pastry
hidden under whipping cream
all this in the open under sunshine
at round tables with red table cloth
so many people
so many eyes to look at
so many tables to turn to
and soon some tables converged
towards the beat in the backroom
eyes looked for eyes
past the bar
towards the beat
another smiling day
on an unending afternoon
talked under these trees
and leaves touched me
so many many one by one
as if still green from falling
as if flying towards you
and our glass touched our lips
while the waiter's hand tipped the bottle
one more time
and the wind picked us up
drove us into our smiles
add up fewer inhabitants
than big town restaurants
can count up customers
small town language
all encompassing totalitarian
as if looking down from some pedestal
god-like given rights
much bigger than big town cafes
with their profusion of cake eaters
lovers of coffee with cognac
and cream especially whipped-up for you -
for you individually
because you're precious
take their chances
not to help advance ideas
ideas must be reversable
if politics wants to live by words alone
in this theatre, because of the things on the shelves
the actors playing roles, a mixture of roles and playing a mixture of something
what appears as human may only be acting as if human
practice of manipulative skills:
she to him: "look at this guy!"
and promptly his eyes are landing on mine;
so
she can command the movement of his eyes
do they know what they're doing, and they keep on doing it
if it's a command, her command
then
you can add a walking question mark to that which commands
she to the other shes: "don't talk to that guy!"
so
the shes of this group she controls
behind my back as if beyond my ears
she's massaging the other shes' ears
well no, there's no laughter, no smile
manipulative hysteria known to books
this structure set up for failure drama
continuous gossip circulating behind my ears
an ongoing contamination of any and every of her activities
camouflage as if efficiency by mouth
her eyes hide
then urge on via other's eyes
this continous
if there is continuity within her
it is continuity from without
streamlined people mouthless
that enables her to hide
behind the others who obey commands
a kennel of doggy things pavlovian roles
lust like hotdog's mustard
add to this seasonal illusions,
as if non-human empowerment calculates
in-between lines stuff
free from law
spirituality made visible
on this stage
gossip galore theatre
shes push on via eye contact, negative commands rule
complicit she voices
the body language beneath below the uniforms
the shame of nakedness
uniform within collective shame
is all language cover up
commands always interrogate
when signs s/peak - know
banana peelings always lack content
who knows who knows all shes walk on a slippery stage
in this theatre made of shelves and iles
of eyes that mirror but who knows
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)
the unborn are now licenced
to reshape death and the living
fantasy a form of action:
actions framed within fantasy
a belief systematized for whose happiness?
words through a dictionary
is nothing
but to use words from another mouth
is not enough
and reducing lived life to words
reduces life as if an incomplete formula:
life is a big word
and for big words there are no feelings
and for small words
feelings are too big
and at the beginning
youth thinks
words must be some secret towards progress
as words are provided by the elder like milk
for brain nourishment and entertainment
for history to repeat
there's a narrow frame
only an invisible heavyness inside that picture
and the time-frame for youth
getting shorter
all depiction lies within an imagined frame
as if the world is always nearby
yet it does not open into the daily world
and where there is no frame widening and bursting
all walls are false
made only for hanging things
not for living, but keeping apart
essential language is withheld from youth,
only allowable repetitives
keep on circulating and repeating
stories made by law generating law
much is out of the question,
the blinding frame looks to that -
knowledge need not apply
a sub-class fed word for word wholesome words
ritual and sports require their unitary masters-
roles that allocate, divide
generating invisible frames