MEMORY
DEATH
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Oh, Ahab Swearers (draft)
time flies
and old soldiers never die
if babies still cry
politicians still lie
ruined cities lie still
and old soldiers never die
if babies still cry
politicians still lie
ruined cities lie still
with the ghosts
dragged out of their flesh
on accounts of merchants
diamond rings flashing
plucking the heartstrings
wet eyes like sailors, chasing spectacular bling
dragged out of their flesh
on accounts of merchants
diamond rings flashing
plucking the heartstrings
wet eyes like sailors, chasing spectacular bling
----
oh, Ahab swearers, my Kurtzian forebears
briefcase bearers and web--meme declarers
you Atlases of the super--structure
had to scratch an itch, so
you had to shrug your shoulders
----
passing trinkets to the dinks, snatching material aspects
surveying the planet
stealing magic. man is thought--less
centered in the profit web
silk threads hang out his ass
don’t ask
----
the mind’s turning
an eternal task
yet no one hoped for this
Sisyphus, I’ll take my pistol
and put it to
your temple
depress my firing stud, destroy
you bitch
execution style, as
my index twitch hear the
button click see
the beam squeal bright
and hot across the sky
through your drying eye
see your boulder rumbling down
squishing caterpillars
flowers and bugs
oh, Ahab swearers, my Kurtzian forebears
briefcase bearers and web--meme declarers
you Atlases of the super--structure
had to scratch an itch, so
you had to shrug your shoulders
----
passing trinkets to the dinks, snatching material aspects
surveying the planet
stealing magic. man is thought--less
centered in the profit web
silk threads hang out his ass
don’t ask
----
the mind’s turning
an eternal task
yet no one hoped for this
Sisyphus, I’ll take my pistol
and put it to
your temple
depress my firing stud, destroy
you bitch
execution style, as
my index twitch hear the
button click see
the beam squeal bright
and hot across the sky
through your drying eye
see your boulder rumbling down
squishing caterpillars
flowers and bugs
----
oh, Ahab swearers, my Kurtzian forebears
briefcase bearers and web--meme declarers
you Atlases of the super--structure
had to scratch an itch, so
you had to shrug your shoulders
----
oh, Ahab swearers, my Kurtzian forebears
briefcase bearers and web--meme declarers
you Atlases of the super--structure
had to scratch an itch, so
you had to shrug your shoulders
----
Thursday, September 1, 2011
paolo freire - prose fragment
“Please tell me you didn’t park on the deck Miranda.”
“I didn’t.....I didn’t, baby. And you know why I didn’t?” Their voices fade as they pass by me. I hear their footsteps passing too, in that narrow walkway which exists as a secret path from street to parking lot between my apartment complex and the next. I’d just taken a shit and was enjoying myself, reading Paulo Freire on the toilet. There was the mild odor of my excrement in the air, and sun shone through my tiny bathroom window onto the pink bathroom tiles. I wondered if they could hear me, if they could smell me through that small, high window. How would they feel if they knew I was there? What would they think of the slim, red volume I was holding between my hands?
“I didn’t.....I didn’t, baby. And you know why I didn’t?” Their voices fade as they pass by me. I hear their footsteps passing too, in that narrow walkway which exists as a secret path from street to parking lot between my apartment complex and the next. I’d just taken a shit and was enjoying myself, reading Paulo Freire on the toilet. There was the mild odor of my excrement in the air, and sun shone through my tiny bathroom window onto the pink bathroom tiles. I wondered if they could hear me, if they could smell me through that small, high window. How would they feel if they knew I was there? What would they think of the slim, red volume I was holding between my hands?
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