Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Stick your pageantry up your arse where it belongs

Hey! Where did everybody go?
These expensive and arguably elegant prisons are all you have to show for it?
These shiny cockroach cars, resembling more and more some sort of urban tank - air-condition and crash-cushioned; tech’ed up to the eyeballs, rear-view camera’d with guidelines for reverse parking.
Have we sacrificed all of our skills to the great god known variously as value for money*; progress; the new; the next level; the future… and more recently just plain la-la-la-lah! Buy me!?
Do we prostrate ourselves nightly before the TV-Eye, better described as The Voice of Authority; there to be fattened on a diet of sugar and shit; tomorrow’s lie is the same as today’s: Obey!?
Information is not the same as knowledge.
Information is in the hands of the powers that be, and still they want more, now they want our respect for their entrepreneurial skills; now they want us to love them; now they want us to suck their dicks.

*Surely a contradiction in terms

This was written on the occasion of the Marriage of a bastard prince to a mix-race princess. The princess's father was deemed a little too unsuitable (unwell) to attend. The princess was walked down the aisle by the cuckolded husband of the prince's mother, and all the peasants prostrated themselves in a mock orgy of adoration.

Monday, May 21, 2018

134 Years Ago...

... in an earlier incarnation of Capitalism:

Friday, May 18, 2018

'38 Rue Utopia ~ Ep.7

Shut up already,
~ Prince ‘Housequake’ 1987

Aurora ~ Remedios Varo

“Ghosts! Ghosts! Ghosts!” chant the kids as they run the perimeter.
The entertainment has not abated for them over the weeks as some of them have started to disintegrate; bits of flesh and the occasional sinew-encrusted bone, an exploding eye which elicited equal parts horror and hilarity; occasionally one will lean into the fence causing a spectacular explosion of black blood and ochre bone. Gore-bits now litter the perimeter; still the zombies continue to stare with hungry yellow eyes (those who still have them), and they sure do smell bad: all grey and powdery, like when the dogs have been rolling in rot – the tell-tale perfume of Guy’s Plague.
Daniel stops to check the situation more often than he’d like; they’re not going away; he hopes they'll fall apart completely sooner rather than later since the battery-drain is starting to worry him; there’s been no sun for a week and the wind is barely enough to turn the blades on the windmill.
“Don’t get too close,” he shouts above the kids’ chanting, “or you’ll end up just like 'em.”
“Goat, goat, goat” they return, but without their usual vigour when they see that Daniel’s not in the mood. Giggling, they scatter to their various chores rather than endure a lecture.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Beauty Resides


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Which is not to say that beauty resides only on the surface where the light is reflected in such an entertaining manner. While light is refracted by the surface it continues yet into the depths. And while all that resides there is often not illuminated by that particular element; that ray of energy that allows us to see; this is not necessarily a bad thing; yes, in primitive terms the darkness is a possible source of danger, but the same dangers lurk in the daytime, the night just brings them closer.
But what do we call beauty; what beautiful?
It seems we only perceive beauty in that which reaches the eye.
What of the ear?
The sound of the city at night, when heard from the perimeter.
The myth of silence.
The wind waving branches of tall trees.
And what of darkness?
The night does not rob us of our sight, it merely forces us to rely on the other senses in conjunction with the visual; it allows greater reign to the imagination; greater reign to the subconscious; the creative.
We must therefore conclude that beauty is not exclusive to the domains of light and surface, not owned by the glossy-surfaced primary-coloured celebrity, not just in the easily influenced eye of the beholder.

Monday, May 14, 2018