[syndicate] Vampire Fodder...

[Alan Sondheim]

more therapeutic than cauterization; one thing I notice here is a 
continuous 'pressure' from the right that never remits, never weakens; 
whatever one might accomplish against it, is only momentary; it's a
kind of hunger. I begin to understand what living under fascism might
be like - that is, something which colors everything, seeps everywhere.
like capital itself. like pollution. - alan


On Mon, 28 Aug 2006, marc wrote:

> Hi Alan,
>
> Perhaps the darkness from others inspires the darkness from within ourselves 
> to emerge...
>
> The feral sadist within those who dominate our world and 'once' local 
> freedoms and minds need to be cut down, whether by poetry or by other actions 
> - either way, it can be therapeutic.
>
> marc
>
>> 
>> 
>> It's of course disturbing that this work (which I like), works of others, 
>> my own for that matter - we do literature and theory in the face of 
>> apocalypse; nothing happens - without power, it becomes therapeutic...
>> 
>> - Alan
>> 
>> On Mon, 28 Aug 2006, marc wrote:
>> 
>>> Vampire Fodder...
>>> 
>>> A vampire has lived with us through the centuries
>>> cursing our desires for autonomy, sucking at our
>>> potential to be what we want to be, blinding us
>>> from being, from being, sucking our souls dry
>>> spitting out, regurgitating our pain back at us...
>>> 
>>> we consume your bile with our weak-minded mouths
>>> knowing that you'd feed us if we did what was needed
>>> demanded, of a child who had to be disciplined and
>>> taught the ways of the world, and 'you are the world',
>>> and we, we, are its currency, wanted dead or alive
>>> 
>>> We are the nourishment of your feed, the hunted and
>>> tasty morsel, inviting you to lick your murderous lips
>>> we are 'finger licking good', packaged and processed
>>> to fit the double-sized pack, double wrapped, stamped
>>> and priced, appropriatedly stored and then ignored
>>> 
>>> left in a market, positioned in catagories like frozen
>>> stakes, chewy and gristly, yet tasty when turned over
>>> a spittle, roasted and seasoned, stuffed with dreams
>>> we are deluded, lost in a world that has no truths or
>>> solid reason - we are nothing but children suckling...
>>> .
>>> .
>>> .
>>> .
>>> .
>>> .
>>> .
>>> .
>>> ...on hope...........................................
>>> 
>>> a poem to George Bush and similar scum - by Marc Garrett.
>>> 
>>> 
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