Archive for the ‘Black Swan’ Category

And the last thing I need to hear

is politicians and wannabes spouting and espousing

the need for progressive policies

and/or conservative values,

both oxymorons.

Change for change’s sake

and retention for the want of a bowel movement.

Like, who wouldn’t want to be known as progressive?

It’s a natural aspiration,

of course.

But the word (and world) has been hijacked.

Change does not always equal progress

and a step forward often results in many steps backward.

Study history.

Likewise conservatism,

a security blanket,

but, really, is the world here and now,

people, place, society,

so great that we want to preserve it, as is?

Go back into the hole you came out of,

one might say.

In between the devil and the toxic sea.

Turn on, tune in, OD, drop out.

Humans are stupid…

Bears have the good sense to hibernate.

 

The weeks pile upon the days,

the months melt into years.

Time loses meaning.

I don’t want to go forward

and I don’t want to go back.

Meaningless or not, time still passes.

And my every effort seems to become more and more futile

and, ever more hurtful,

resentfulness consumes me.

Discordant and awkward, messed up.

 

Exploitation.

Exploiltation.

Exspoiltation.

We mangle words,

we mangle people,

concepts explored,

money made

at great human expense.

The market is happy

but it makes no sense.

Like meat left to rot,

we spoil

for Dollars and cents.

Humanity debased.

Lives destroyed

wills crushed,

possibilities gone,

beautiful things desecrated.

Capitalism:

the world is a poorer place.

 

Adriatika,

Croatia and nudity,

like bread and butter.

 

Tito was no fool,

Croatia has Lamingtons,

Serbia chagrin.

 

The masses are asses,

as they say in all the classics.

Behind the scenes,

strings are pulled, faces plastic.

Lies, lies, and exploitation.

Democracy is a dangerous illusion,

a perfidious panacea,

like Madison Avenue and Hollywood –

cover your ears

and shut your eyes during the advertisements –

the sharks smell your blood,

they come from near and far…

Fear progress and development.

Ignore the influential voices, the catchy jingles,

Lust and lies.

They want to waste your time.

They want to bleed you dry.

 

Fragments.

I’m sorry, it’s not the cohesive whole

(which I want and need it to be)

but it’s all the gods are currently allowing.

Fragments of salad.

 

Thoroughly modern, you like what you like, personalized and unique,

well, at least, you thought so,

until that weird episode of that TV show which you normally like, with the weird guest star who said we’re all manipulated to like things by “the powers that be”, to sell advertizing and products we don’t really need, to suit someone else’s agenda.

It confused you but it made sense for a couple of seconds when you were high one night, vibes still playing on your mind, and you realized that you like *all* the popular things, the same as *all* your yuppie, millennial friends, and that there’s nothing personalized or unique about your likes at all.

And, now sober, that thought still vaguely haunts you, every now and again. And you don’t know, but you pretend you do and, for safety’s sake, you make sure to follow the direction of the style gurus and like what you’re supposed to.

After all, who wants to be so unique

as to be an outcast?

Depleted, in a fundamental way.

Like a cannibal has taken a bite out of my soul.

… 

Long day.

Exhausted.

Long week.

And the promise of more to come.

Sigh. Such is life (would you really want it to be short?)…

No matter the demands, the drain and strain,

I feel different somehow,

within myself, a better place, perhaps,

like I’ve turned the corner

(or maybe I’ve simply gone around the bend)…

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