Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Prole dance and abandonment

What I wanted to say is being said
We hold ourselves hostages
Our captors: pets, plants, TVs, computers, rooms, apartments, houses, complacency, laziness, routines
Proles and philistines do the prole dance
It’s like this: one, two, three, turn, one, two, three, turn
On and on and on and on
Seconds turn to minutes and minutes to hours
We start with pirouettes on our minds
Daring free-style moves, but end up with the one, two, three, turn, one, two, three, turn
Old, and tired
Disillusioned and overweight
I don’t abandon you
I abandon cages and the captors within

Monday, December 19, 2011

Don't look up

This is for those who made the mistake of looking up
Keep your eyes on the ground, on the small pebble, on the fine grains of sand
Don’t look up; you’ll see the boulders, the hills, the mountains rising to the skies. They'll frighten you
Keep your eyes on the leaves, what nice colors and shapes! The small branches, the small capricious bush, the flowers, aren’t they neat?
Don’t look up; you'll see the sequoias, the red woods, and the immense forests of the Amazon. They'll unease you
Keep your eyes on the small details, the nuisances of your job, the grievances caused by co-workers. Worry about being on time, worry about getting off work on time
Don’t look up, you'll see the world's riches, sailing on monetary flows, and plunging right into the mouth of the insatiable beast. You'll get a glimpse of those it crushes, and you can definitely do without that sight!
Keep your eyes on your own groceries, your own TV set, your own car, your own tank of gas, your own pile of trash, your own plate of food, it’s so small!
Don’t look up; you'll see the ravaging of our planet and the indifference of the murderous millions, hypnotized. You'll see the
pollution spewed forth by the ever growing malignant tumors called cities, the trash that piles up without end, the starving children groaning under the heartless tyrants that serve us well. You might not like yourself if you do
Keep your eyes on the marvels of the time, the car – what a neat invention! The plane – wow! Computers, TVs, radios, electric lights, paper, ink – what an ingenious creature man is!
Don't look up, you'll run smack against the questions that still stand before us, and realize that the gadgets that make our life easier, don’t shed a sliver of light to reveal who we are and what we do here. You might lose your high self-esteem
Keep your eyes on your bible, the preacher, the choir, and pray to the Lord for all his blessings, listen to the message of salvation with your head bowed; if you believe hard enough you’ll save your soul
Don’t look up, you'll see the billions killed by religion, you might get a glimpse of the religious sacred-books and sacred-symbols – bearing murderers in their holy exterminations. The contradiction might make you doubt your God