26 April 2011

26 04 2011, London

Trois actualités d'aujourd'hui :

1) Al.
the love of my life
truth

2) An.
sudden loss
connection severed
obviously, unexpectedly
surprising and not
now it's just time
flowing ways
all was words
close
and now even they feel empty

3) Ri.
call from landline
come
together
simple and pure

25 April 2011

25 04 2011, London

I am bleeding on the inside
For this world

Which gives me everything
And yet
Doesn't let me have it
Really

Sometimes this abstract burden
Of barbed wire and cruel determinism
Of arbitrary rulings
Upon our lives
Makes my heart writhe and pound
Within the chest I thought was mine
But which, I have learnt, has nothing to do with me
And everything with territory and skin

They tell me I'm lucky to have them
My pay-off is security and wealth
But only if I respect their game
If I don't, well, tant pis!
It's majority rules in this world, baby
Or was that minority wins?

Doesn't anyone ever think that
Without wealth there would be no poverty?
Without security there would be no danger?

You've got it mixed up, girl!
They say
Girl
But oh no
They forget that neither is possible
When the soul is oppressed
By fear and hate and
Me versus you
Us versus them

Same bullshit, really

Yet my heart still pounds inside a skeleton
That will one day -
Indiscriminately -
Be rotten
In this Earth
The very same Earth
They told me wasn't for walking on
But ruling on

I choose not to believe!
But bleed, anyway

24 April 2011

24 04 2011, London

upon discovery that torture is not screams and flesh
and certainly not their image
rendered by tricks of light
and angles of cameras -
how absurd -
one is relieved

through the (boring) picture of synthetic pain
one can learn that pain has nothing to do with
foreign objects
and everything to do with perspective,
power

upon realisation that there is always choice
(how much do i need to believe?)
in terms of relation to

the choice to believe that screams and flesh
could possibly be the torture
we all fear
is dangerous,
it allows the abstract rules of life and death
as binaries, as light and dark
take over what is never whole
and rule!

as if they were black and white -
like this and that -
or white and black, rather

nothing else

and the images were that
with some red
how symbolic

one is relieved