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You think you *know*

but what you know is a version,

the vision & sound allowed to you

by those who control

the dissemination of information.

Be assured, whatever the topic,

it suits someone’s agenda.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Sadly, I’ve seen enough Western TV

to realize

that it’s main purpose is to

provide airspace for advertizing.

That it deludes and manipulates the people,

with deceitful messages that stupefy and putrefy,

is probably an added bonus,

but mainly, that hit new series

is a vehicle for selling shit,

things we don’t truly need,

bondage.

This is capitalism

and it sucks.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

“There now, isn’t that better?

We have the TV to distract us.

So much better than listening

to the sound of our own heartbeats

and contemplating the futility

of society and existence…”

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

It’s late.

I stare at the Test Pattern,

pretty in a sense,

when quiet,

serene technology of the 20th Century.

But then

the deafening tone shrieks,

public service at work,

to make sure you turn the TV off,

except I can’t.

It’s stuck.

And I’m stuck.

The piercing repeats

and repeats,

dementedly,

demonically.

Wrong time, wrong place.

A special kind of torture.

I try to shield my ears,

to no avail.

Life, today.

 

©ddr7hd

 

Today,

the powers that be

decided to be…

educational,

perhaps,

or

sow yet more frustration…

Induced dementia…

Two channels:

one showed chess,

one fencing.

The switch on the set,

today,

allowed me to change between the two.

Frankly, I couldn’t decide,

(a bizarre kind of dilemma).

My mind numb,

confusing commentary,

I wanted to understand,

instead I felt dizzy.

Totally overcome.

And

I fell down.

 

©ddr7hd

 

I don’t remember how I got to sleep,

nor for how long I slept.

No dreams,

hazy memory.

I came to with a horribly dry mouth,

groggy,

I felt like I’d been drugged.

The TV was on but silent,

the gray-white-black fuzz they call snow

pulsating.

I imagined it was falling

and, with a tight smile,

I imagine the real thing might be falling too,

outside.

My mind’s eye…

It might as well be Saturn.

 

©ddr7hd

 

Superheroes, cops, agents, and the like,

gone,

enter commercials, adverts…

selling banalities, souls, and the perverse.

Blaringly loud,

music jingles and clanging voices,

capitalist, consumerist overload…

*Blown!*

The TV seemed to be stuck,

it was dementing,

I tried to change the channel,

I tried to switch it off,

I tried to turn it down,

it wouldn’t budge.

It was torture.

“Welcome to the future!”

boomed an ominous tone…

If this was that,

the 21st Century,

then I was glad to be inside,

outside society,

to live and die,

hopefully in peace and alone.

 

©ddr7hd

 

My captors gave me a small television set.

Only two channels,

it reminded me of my childhood.

What were my captors thinking?

Those superheroes of TV,

fighting evil and blasphemy,

week after week,

the kind of shit that would send

normal people into breakdown,

but *they* bounce back,

again and again,

with a smile and a shrug,

to fight another day,

never tired,

never scared.

They are a bad example.

 

©ddr7hd