The Broken Stone of Corporatism
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Somewhere between conception of ‘power of mind over mind’ as ‘Panopticon’, ‘Big Brother’ watching ‘wilful’ constraint of human potential subjugated by technological means to the objective of ‘creation’, life ‘caste’ as no more than ‘unit’ productive of profit in the embodiment of ‘externalisation’ as politics, of man as ‘object’, not to say ‘plaything’ or as variety thereof to the top 2% as inner party of the ‘Stateless’ in global domination of the ‘full spectrum’ seen; somewhere between such ‘paralysed force or gesture without motion’ prevailing towards humanity, is where America is ‘now’ in reality as ‘Dystopian’ – this particular Economic Depression being well entered into, as ‘shaft of truth by lie’ aka ‘illusion of recession’ being shattered., such as where ‘ we’ lie ‘now’, amidst broken glass as crystal to nightfall – in ‘shock and awe’, as embryo of potential so constrained by lack of oxygen.
Give or take a little, as in ‘percentage’ – as per creation of object from the humane?
As ‘Bachman Turner Overdrive’ sang all those years ago, (stutter omitted): ‘Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet’?
- Unlike those in Gaza, Iraq, Afghanistan , Lebanon … the list could go on. What Depleted Uranium can do to ‘gene pool’ not being part of ‘news’ in corporate ‘speak’?
This small article trying to interpret ‘interpolation’ between ‘the detailed’ and ‘the real’; detailed as being by hack under ‘self imposed censorship’ apropos of ‘corporate line’ guided by ‘Stateless Bastard’ following inevitable pathway in the realisation as abrogation; seeking by way of opposition to be ‘free’ in making minor adjustments of ‘calculation’ requisite to appreciate further such genius as Orwell, Huxley and Eliot in their forbearance of vision, as eclectically synthesised – and ‘synergistic’ as would be concerning the progress of human evolutionary trajectory as characterised in the ‘if…then’ – as become ‘unpleasantly pragmatic’ … aka ‘ head ‘em off at the pass!’
Freedom is fun – Life is joy!
‘Unpleasantly pragmatic’ as euphemism; for ghetto, for ‘Supermax’ prison, for ‘trailer park’, for shredding of constitution, for the greater ease of dictatorship so ‘confessed’, for ‘sucker going down’, for the tolerated disparity of quality of life under ‘freedom of the market’ – as spells out no more than ‘expropriation’ as creature formed of hatred as division ; legs akimbo to the rape by greed unconstrained.?
As is in process of ‘becoming’, or as would be to ‘plan’ or ‘scheme’?
Or; as listened to by ‘little man’ concerning the invasion of compulsory sex morality as in being grabbed by ‘short and curlies’?
Never mind the Third Reich, Wilhelm – what about the Fourth?
For we live on a ‘tide’ of Empiricism qua Science, do we not, on the brink of digital stream of zero and one as can facilitate ‘Panopticon’ as subjugation of consciousness, as expression of power of mind over mind; washing over brain after the Chinese fashion of ‘Hsi Nao’ by virtue of imperative; as detailed by Thoreau?: ‘Technology’ so developed as by disciplined application of pragmatic rationale as to be resultant within insight of particular genius American:‘Lo! We have become the tool of our tools’
Walden, or Life in the Woods in being as ‘outside’ externalisation – or indeed a ‘Walk on the Wild Side’ as Lou Reed could put. ‘Walden’ being some kind of parallel of forty days and nights? Beyond political control? As revised by B.F. Skinner form of ‘operant conditioning’?
‘Psychologist American’ indeed? Advance upon Pavlov, as dictatorship abolished – with purpose of establishing another? Never mind ‘man as dog’ – what about ‘man as pigeon;? ‘Meet the new boss not quite the same as the old’ – to collective howl of salivating dog of Capitalism?
Not to say jackal.
Such ‘Dire Straits’ as to lead towards cry : ‘I want my MTV’!?
‘Booming, buzzing confusion’ of neonate clear? Such be the phrase of William James, though his namesake, Henry, also has a point in ‘The Turn of the Screw’ ?
The ‘watching’, in being as fear, the categorisation, in being as imperative, the constraint of potential in ‘control’ :of ‘gain’.
What it all be for?
It has been said that when we lie down to sleep at night – those of us as yet can midst all ‘the howling’ under the moonlight – we do so alongside horse and a reptile.
Study of neurophysiology and psychobiology revealing the ‘graduality’ of evolution, the building upon as assimilation of ‘conscious’ realisation – in Freudian terms: ‘das id’ underlying survival which evolution in expression has seen fit to ‘sublimate’?
Say nought of Marcuse, as introducing ‘counter concept’; in the repression seen as wilful as broadcasting from spinmeister playbook?.
‘De-sublimation’ writ large and Poltitical as ‘Fascism’?
There being also the ‘bicameral’ nature of brain to consider, and the ‘corpus callosum’ or bridge over troubled axons as Heraclitean concept of ‘flux’? Say nought of Simon or Garfunkel; way of water (of life) flowing troubled? The trouble with the times become as so much as must be not of spoken of?
Night becomes day and day becomes night, as rational, logical left fades into irrational, intuitive right?
Or as put in film ‘The Godfather’: ‘Just when I thought I was out – they pull me back in!’
Above all to ‘survive’ in Panopticon as expression of full spectrum dominance supreme – we must become ‘predictable’?
Must not cross the line concerning individuality of expression, must be subjugate as act of prostitution intellectual to ideology comprehensible; must be ‘formulaic’ in the calculation in absence of originality, as of will idiosyncratic being surgically removed.
As is vestigial given the ‘orthodoxy’ which must be?
Must become accustomed to being used by language rather than having the joy of using; pretension so being as to ‘deployment’.
Must be as ‘lock’ to hypothesis, as salivating enzyme to the breakdown of freedom as being key? ‘It’s Fascism, Emile; as in ‘Fischer’ of men?
Must be as restricted code to the elaborate of Bernstein?
The ‘stamp’ as of boot of destruction creating ‘acceptable face’ must be on as ‘product’ or ‘bum steer branded’ and not of as by definition on ‘maverick’ as would run free, wild as to destiny of birth, or intent benign?
‘Language’ must become science rather than art; reading between the lines must be constrained as ‘margins must become acceptable’; must be a pale to avoid being ‘beyond’…..
Acceptability so defined tight whence there is totalitarianism; form of ‘Corporatism’; insight as per Benito.. Whence the singularity of ‘spectrum as can be dominated’; so reduced. Must be as reality is so become; yoke of totalitarianism so beckoning?
Under such cultural milieu of repression it is perfectly acceptable to ‘hate’ so long as is ‘directed’ as Orwell delineated clear, the energy being ‘contained’ by third party as rape of mind as psycho politics; as Huxley so detailed in the division of foetal ‘constraint’ of oxygen starvation leading to caste as ‘ontogenetic’ – indeed as Eliot expanded upon through concept of ‘hollowness’ – for as love can make one full and ‘resonant’ with joy so can hate make one empty and ‘dissonant’ – with what amounts to the song , sung off key by willing executioner, of the body electric as ’life’?
All Dystopian vision carrying as ‘quintessential’ the death of joy as implicit variant as to ‘denouement’ seen – and as recognises the ‘fluence thereby?
For Orwell it was psycho political; the language – the ‘shock and awe’ of mental constraint brought about by combination of form and structure based upon perverse desire primarily of political nature. For Huxley it was bio political, the ‘scientific’; not so much the ‘product’ of the machinery of the brain as the machinery of the brain itself as underlied by foetus in the formation, and as could be controlled by factors ‘Scientific’; after the fashion of Shelley as conceived in ‘Frankenstein’ – or ‘Monsanto’ as corporation – way of genetically engineered agricultural product?
For Eliot, it was imagery in conjunction poetic which served to delineate tragedy of the descent or degeneration of potential as can be ‘circumscribed political’?
Listening to Barack Obama becomes: ‘the sound of rats feet over broken glass in dry cellar’? ‘Ours’ – as so become?
Hollowed out by Wall St. – take the money and ‘run’ – for no one will have the ‘cajones’ as in parallel realised to the fairy tale of ‘Emperor’s New Clothes’: to cry such as ‘Uncle Tom!’ – and thus is ‘racist’ apperceived – as card of spinmeister played? ‘Please Sir, can I have some more?’ – as in ‘’What the Dickens’? Child so neutered as to be ‘headed off at pass’?
‘Truth’ cast in the shadow of spin, as pragmatic as game of chess, rules being made by ‘spinmeister’ representing the absence of ‘grey’ as acceptable pale.
‘You are either with us, or against us’, indeed.
Scars too deep, pain too much for to be picked upon, such ‘cabin’ to be lived within ‘voluntary’?
For ‘spinmeisters’ have their own ‘race card’ to play such game?
‘We’ (not as of Zamyatin) must return to the origins of our thought, as a process political, being always of ‘moral economics’?
Yet to try to do so is inherently ‘revolutionary’; in so far as there must be collective summation of the abrogation of potentiality to so do as part of ‘Social Contract’?
It: a necessary sacrifice, as we gather ‘neath flag as ‘fortunate son’ and ‘daughter’ – to sing ‘our’ anthem?
‘Hail to the Thief – ‘Prince’ among being the ‘Chief’’?’
The perverse beauty of the American system of ‘Democracy’; that it trumpets loud the notion of ‘individuality’ – while ‘selectively’ trampling upon the very seeds of same?
Ask questions, reject platitudes, query accepted definitions; realise individuality?
While the State: Shouts loud about freedom while imprisoning so many; shouts of quality of life while having ghettoes which would shame ‘Third World’ in terms of average life expectancy, lectures other countries about rights and responsibilities -while running Gulags ‘fed’ by extraordinary rendition?
Phraseology of ‘sex and travel’ coming to mind?
Overthrow closer approach to ‘Democracy’ while upholding same?
Queries Geneva Convention while refusing to conform to definition of law as at Nuremberg Trials by way of exception?
‘Water my board’ boys – I’m ‘coming up for air’?
Not ‘torture’ in the new reality as would be made; way of American Century?
Thy protest too loud?
The remnants of American Constitution, as in First Amendment allowing freedom of speech, become as ‘irony’ given the marginalisation of such exercise away from the line expressive of ‘corporate control’ as in the concept of the death of Democracy by ‘a thousand memos’?
‘Never a trace of red’, indeed.
Way of ‘cut!’ – as cry of Producer such as Leni Riefenstahl.
Or ‘State’ – as ‘Shark’ in ‘Moritaten’?
Having many teeth, and showing them ‘pearly white’?
Sometime all too soon all those lies to collapse into old ugly mess; the inevitable hubris of pretension form of ‘Empire’, ‘New American Century’ going the way of ‘Thousand Year Reich’?
A song called ‘Angry American’ is playing this juncture my small world; spirit enjoined in so far as my origins are as of ‘51st State’ or ‘Airstrip One’ as Orwell so put.
Such be the ‘full spectrum dominance’ as ‘ all Americans now’? As have the ‘Mossad disease’ – ‘ by way of deception thou shalt do war?’
There being thereby some story of flea as come to ride elephant, let alone tail as wags dog?
If you want to understand what prevails in America; why things are as they are, by all means read Orwell. By all means read Huxley. By all means read Eliot.
But for ‘now’ comprehended, by an American of the 11th State; the recommended read of this small article is ‘The Librarian’ by Larry Beinhart.
There’s an American with his finger on the pulse, form of prescience.
Work so cleverly disguised, giving new understanding as to why things as they are?
Belief being that ‘true Americans’ as are as ‘innocent’, are ‘unwilling executioners’, and as that liars are ‘made’ – and not born?
Such belief being an admirable grasp of reality in spite of illusion, in times of ‘eleventh hour’, and as even at noon, darkness as would fall?
Under such sword, the conviction being that Humanity is as ‘Damocles’?
Or as Eliot could put: ‘Must’ it be that lips as would kiss form prayers to broken stone?
STEPHEN MARTIN can be reached at: email@example.com