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The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist. –Roger ‘Verbal’ Kint, The Usual Suspects
Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, supple and staccato enough to adapt to the lyrical stirrings of the soul, the undulations of dreams, and sudden leaps of consciousness. This obsessive idea is above all a child of giant cities, of the intersecting of their myriad relations. -Charles Pierre Baudelaire
The abiding question of any Epitaph remains ‘Why?’ as per the contingencies thru which ontology itself attains ‘realization’?
For these small quarters there remain numerous attempts to answer this question; primarily form of an ontology of ‘mind’ which would intimate as explicate the relationship between material need and perception, empiricism and language – and a ‘raft of consequence’ which follows on as ‘logical’ and ‘deterministic’ within material confines.
‘Why?’ is perhaps the greatest question which Man can ask – and it leads to the acknowledgement of moral force which is beyond mere reduction in terms of paradigm of functional/dysfunctional as would be ‘averted’ through the Ockham’s razor which ‘dialectical materialism’ would be?
Why are we ‘living’ in an environment which can be so clearly intimate of ‘end times’ such the parabola of ‘austerity’?
Why have we become the tool of our tools (Thoreau) in as much as we permit the constraint of our consciousness to be comprehensible ‘socially’ at price of so much sufferance permitted commensurate; why are we allowing a panopticon to be technologically facilitated as denies so many as the price of so few ‘benefitting’, such the expropriation, such the arrogation?
Why is life possibly to become extinct on the planet on which we live – as much as there a ‘denouement’ in progress?
Why has such beauty been degenerated to such ugliness?
Why has the child of giant cities as Baudelaire describes above been orphaned thru myriad relationships denied to point of such solitary intersect?
-Are these words of the poor, those at the bottom of the pile – are these words which ‘mainstream media’ as a Corporatist ‘phenomenon’ would not have permitted such the control of ‘currency’ become truly ‘austere’, form of pathological denial?
Or is ‘this’ a sustainable trajectory of what amounts to an evolution?
The fact is that Politics can never be ‘Empirical’ in as much as it must always call into question the concept of morality, and in so far as Corporatism can claim to be ‘Utilitarian’ or ‘Realpolitik’ epitomic it condemns morality to the sidelines; to a marginal existence reflecting the abrogation of potential as much as it is predicate of ‘un necessary death’ (?)- and make no mistake, we are ‘living’ in Corporatist times; whereby the lexicon of ‘Newspeak’ is become as a pre requisite ‘mortgage’ (death grip) concerning our being capable of ‘existence’ which entails subjugation to a ‘machine’, and the attendant degenerative corruption of potentiality as the abandonment of the love which is real in favor of the ‘love’ which is false; and so to the prevalence of illusion over reality as lie over truth demanding denial symptomatic to the extent of the pathological?
No unquestioning obedience here!
For there is an unspeakable evil at work concerning the destruction of a beautiful as wondrous gift; it would be unspeakable of as much as it would be unacknowledged thru illusion and denial as the ‘pathological’ prevailing- and in so far it would have certain questions unasked, much as it would have ‘wrong questions’ (Pynchon), ‘paranoia’ (Burroughs) and war waged as per the ‘rationale’ (Goering)?
-For who amongst us wants war as would entail our own untimely death and that of our ‘family’; who wants to see a world devoid of all creatures great and small such the wondrous diversity of life destroyed, who amongst us wants a dead planet for so many hundreds of thousands of years before life arises again?
As it will.
Who amongst ‘us’ indeed -but is not of us despite the subterfuge and disguise, but as a bastard to truth can ‘spawn’ or make precipitate no more than same to abrogation, and which must accordant eliminate all genuine love of life as ‘sui generis’ to a replacement under ‘Realpolitik’: of the false, the liars, the stateless, the blind followers of the pragmatics of usury as degenerates of ‘corruption’ – whereby there is a necessary hypocrisy as much as there is an abrogation of gift in favour of the ‘utilitarian’; the pragmatics of stuffing of orifice material as reflects the void spiritual whence mere ‘gangster’ lauded, honored with reward and accordantly laden down by mere baubles, bangles or beads at such cost of unsatisfied quench – and as would lead to more as become less; such the ‘philanthropy’?
How bad does the Panopticon have to get; how much the constraint imposed upon consciousness before we are liberate of the prison – does it require death? Or can the con in the ‘Panopticon’ be seen before then – as much as illusion seen as a mere ‘trick’ – and our faith in such as ourselves as in gift divine – for there is far, far much greater than ‘us’ as there is indeed far lesser such the spectrum so reduced absurd– and that there should be room for all rather than some perverse philanthropy of population such the control, such the manipulation, such the euphemism become Corporate to point of ‘Globalization’?
To denial of the Eureka!?
How much the disparity between the promise and the reality; how far the marginalisation of ‘money incorporate’ entailing a machinery of death running concerning ‘hope’ and ‘change’ assassinated -as much as illusion ‘triumphant’ and denial ‘victorious’, – to the Pyrrhic deadly mechanics of mere rogue caste as hero whilst the many, many innocent die to a sufferance so inflicted upon the altar of temptation which is so abysmal to be tolerate of?
For there is a ‘playbook’ of Globalization, that would not be known, but that it be played in America ‘first’ as a prototype, and thenceforth ‘spun out’ to shores new ‘Geopolitikal’, and that such playbook be born of ‘necessary’ death, so seen such as illusion of hegemony revealed, much as war a racket become ever greater incorporative such the complex corporate ‘military industrial’?
As so much the ‘greater good’ – so it goes.
The forbidden word of politics remains ‘Socialism!’ and it is a word which equates with survival in spite of the merchants of death which should have hegemony under the quiet assassination of Humanity, of Life, which Corporatism come to represent as a mere pathology rampant? Corporatism is death as much as Socialism is Life – and under the pragmatic utility of hegemony there should be no shout; no protest – rather there should be a quiet line up and march in step towards the concentration camp of illusion aka ‘austerity’ as unquestionable necessity – there being no other way to the cruelty of illusion inflicted?
The slow death by a thousand cuts of those whom should proclaim ‘life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness!’; this exemplified by the Worlds’ largest Corporation as much as the minority so ‘benefit’; the Wal-Mart ™ checkout operator ringing up his or her own subsistence as much as the customer of same exemplifies the denial; and towards same in the myriad so become uniform is seen as necessary the death of such as JFK, Martin Luther King, Bobby Kennedy and so as to beyond, such the ‘Geopolitilikal’ hegemony as incorporates Hussein, Gaddafi and Assad as would be to an inevitable ‘progression’ of the dominance of a small minority expense of the vast majority concerning the establishment of a ‘blok’ in the control of ‘currency’?
And ‘we’ have always been at war as Orwell claimed?
‘Socialism’ become a dirty word like: ‘fuck’, ‘cunt’, ‘asshole’ or ‘cock’ – condemned to the realms of ideological masturbation by an abominable orthodoxy which will brook no thought, let alone imagination – and so would be unquestioned, unchallenged in the homogenized mass of uniform reduction to point of a sterile abrogation?
A sterile abrogation which limits the concept of ‘giant city’ to a ‘Metropolis’ of orphans, such the stirrings of the soul so abandoned in the rationalization thereof by way of hip hop electronic/digital celebration?
The ‘red under the bed’ has become a ‘pinko paedophile’ such the metonymy, such the alliteration – as would incorporate the pragmatic of Corporatist hegemony in the ‘affirmation’?
For the slow death by a thousand cuts is the death of truth above all, such the bastard austerity as evidences the prevalence of Satanic illusion as would ‘incorporate’ all creatures great and small – and as would render them to an oblivion beyond even memory in the small print?
For memory is an aspect of life; as such it can state something meaningful – it can truly ‘illuminate’?
We cannot proclaim anything these days remotely approximate of truth but that we would be censored – but it is far better to such degeneracy that we should not even think as could lead to speech, much as there is a heading off at the pass as would be prevalent, pragmatic and ‘politikal’ which finds a consequence in the wasteland of hollow men?
But that there are words on paper as a ‘Constitution’?
-As much as what we got here is a ‘failure to communicate’?
These small quarters lack the words, but that there should be remembrance of those who had, and such as follows, and as are true Americans as are part of the body of Humanity as can liberate truth?
A tale of how end times came to be, such the common aspect of the politically contemporaneous, to a ‘plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose’ beat of the political drum in the jungle urbane of neoliberal orthodoxy – which but a precursor to the death of thought?
The abiding question remains concerning the faith which Humanity is, realized in the myriad of everyday interaction as would be so reduced to being meaningless concerning fundamental goodness.
It is a political question:
‘Why, given the goodness of Man, is the world such a mess?’
Is this just another way of stating that the child of giant cities is still alive, in so far as there is yet present the obsessive idea of a myriad of relationships constituting no less than Utopia?
As Blake said verily:
‘The fool who persists in his folly will become wise’?
Stephen Martin can be reached at: firstname.lastname@example.org