Alien
To everyone else, it was just another day. Counting down the days till the big exit or counting down the hours until the clock told them they could be 'free' again to go back home where they could sit in front of the big TV and forget about their own life for 30 minutes or an hour. Some of us were counting down the days till the vacation comes to an end. Most folks were just walking around in a burger coma or a sugar coma. Then one day you read a book called Blindness. In this book everyone starts to lose their eyesight. Katrina looked just like this book, from the perspective of a newspaper or online news or from short blurbs on the TV. It was like the riots in South Central or the riots in Brasil or the riots in Bolivia except these particular disturbances are all in South America so we are not hearing about them. Or that it was the Roman Catholic church that kicked the US corporate nation out of there back in the 80’s. Nope, we don't hear too much about that one. The Pope was like, 'look, you can have the Middle East, Islam is too embedded for our missionaries to make any head way, but Latin America, that's ours.' And so, kind of like reversing the film on a video camera, the whole strip-their-resources-enterprise-ship pulled up its anchor and left, well, almost left. What do you expect, theirs still all kinds of money to be made down there. Money that cannot be traced or at least not easily traced. So, you wonder, why aren't those folks all complacent down in South America. Why aren't they all complacent like us up here. Aren't they in burger comas? or sugar comas? or TV comas? I just don't get it. Their leaders need to get their 'act' together.
To get a real picture of the world, forget about all the little day to day incidentals, no one's telling the "truth', enriched uranium, heavy water, missile silos, surge, escalation, cool, wow, how exciting. Eventually, warhogday will get boring, right? I mean, come on, 90% of humanity was burnt out on this shit back in the days of Bush #1 (G. Herbert). There's just so much stuff written about it all, It is a circle, not a spiral. The horses will run around the track and it does not matter who wins just as long as the burger comas et al remain entertained. Rubber bullets and tear gas for the ones who think they have a conscience, to some it is a booby prize to others it is a badge of honor to be displayed on video and text and converted digitally so all can exclaim and assuage their guilt. No matter how you try to slice it, you can not because oil does not cut very well as is the nature of most liquids unless they are frozen of course.
No, what we have here is a failure to communicate, within our own minds, within our own towns, within our own countries. It is amazing, or at least it seems that way to me, that their appears to be so much order. But, there really isn't any order if you don't want it. No, you can actually do what ever you want. Devo, i suspect is short for devolution, which makes as much sense as evolution which makes as much sense as entropy which makes as much sense as disentropy. And all of this makes sense in my own mind so I am probably the only person that will read all this and that is only because I wrote it.
The closest explanation you can come to is that memory is a function of addiction and the proximity of our sex organs and our waste organs are both horribly funny, highly entertaining and tortuous. But, due to the widespread biological symmetry regarding this sex/waste proximity conundrum among all of the sexual life forms on this planet, its ubiquity makes its influence invisible excepting the alien perspective. And this brings us to our alien song. So without further ado, I am going to present, a song written by an alien to you or me because I am the only one that has read this far, any way, here it goes:
An alien heart belongs to me
but I was raised by humans carefully
so please don't worry
when i start to say
that you are all
much closer to insects
then you are to me
Observe the world
& classify
divide
& conquer
everything you see
& transform it all into weaponry
Pesticide & herbicide
& genocide and this truth is
an army of boogey men
from which you hide
& every word is just a lie
& there's no one listening
no one to confide
To get a real picture of the world, forget about all the little day to day incidentals, no one's telling the "truth', enriched uranium, heavy water, missile silos, surge, escalation, cool, wow, how exciting. Eventually, warhogday will get boring, right? I mean, come on, 90% of humanity was burnt out on this shit back in the days of Bush #1 (G. Herbert). There's just so much stuff written about it all, It is a circle, not a spiral. The horses will run around the track and it does not matter who wins just as long as the burger comas et al remain entertained. Rubber bullets and tear gas for the ones who think they have a conscience, to some it is a booby prize to others it is a badge of honor to be displayed on video and text and converted digitally so all can exclaim and assuage their guilt. No matter how you try to slice it, you can not because oil does not cut very well as is the nature of most liquids unless they are frozen of course.
No, what we have here is a failure to communicate, within our own minds, within our own towns, within our own countries. It is amazing, or at least it seems that way to me, that their appears to be so much order. But, there really isn't any order if you don't want it. No, you can actually do what ever you want. Devo, i suspect is short for devolution, which makes as much sense as evolution which makes as much sense as entropy which makes as much sense as disentropy. And all of this makes sense in my own mind so I am probably the only person that will read all this and that is only because I wrote it.
The closest explanation you can come to is that memory is a function of addiction and the proximity of our sex organs and our waste organs are both horribly funny, highly entertaining and tortuous. But, due to the widespread biological symmetry regarding this sex/waste proximity conundrum among all of the sexual life forms on this planet, its ubiquity makes its influence invisible excepting the alien perspective. And this brings us to our alien song. So without further ado, I am going to present, a song written by an alien to you or me because I am the only one that has read this far, any way, here it goes:
An alien heart belongs to me
but I was raised by humans carefully
so please don't worry
when i start to say
that you are all
much closer to insects
then you are to me
Observe the world
& classify
divide
& conquer
everything you see
& transform it all into weaponry
Pesticide & herbicide
& genocide and this truth is
an army of boogey men
from which you hide
& every word is just a lie
& there's no one listening
no one to confide
posted by Dij at 1:47 AM
4 waves:
Is Blindness the book by Saramago? just looked it up and am intrigued enough to go find myself a copy.
Yes, "Blindness" was written by Jose Saramago, recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize in Literature 1998: "who with parables sustained by imagination, compassion and irony continually enables us once again to apprehend an elusory reality"
Well, that's definitely one to look out for then. Am glad to have come across your blog today, will be sure too look in regularly.
Thanx. "Blindness" transcends brilliance.
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