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SUPPRESS

SUPPRESS Suppress all those voices we do not want cannot bear anything that is rational, empirical, logical, poetical grounded in the real life critical context of struggling human beings take away those songs and stories that ask us, plead with us, implore us to, insist that we take an altered perspective, see the world differently listen to what the other side has to say God forbid! Leave us to our solid faiths, our complete beliefs which we are determined to persuade you of fair or foul whatever it takes human beings are meant to believe not to think are meant to follow not to lead meant to serve be no ways be free be gaslit to think there’s is the best of lives than can possibly be summit of our cynicism sublime stupendous hypocrisy.

FLOW

FLOW I came because of cash flow problems, ended up on the river which must have had a sacred meaning once despite being the colour of stewed tea but we all had a nice lunch — correction, everyone had a sensational lunch but me taking a turn for the worse tottering off to the tiny aft toilet (adding to the discoloration of the waters no doubt) Oh life, against the current, can be a harshly blended mixture. And me here because of matters of terminally negative cash flow not so everwhere: here houses big as colleges whose manicured gardens sweep down in lush green to the river’s edge and here is one strikes my fancy as an African replica of the Palace at Versailles lost in wonder for a moment of breathtaking economic speculation (Marx on the Moselle) but then time to go home the boat turned around. Post-lunch the workshop am here to facilitate running softly downhill.

AT ROME

AT ROME

they look back
longingly at Rome
whose triremes ruled
the Mediterranean

whose legions kept
control over
much of the
known world

whose slaves rebelled
and were crucified
along the entire
length
    of the Appian Way

by the monstrously
rich General, Marcus Crassus

who would come to
be captured by the Parthians
and fed molten gold

DEAD DOG

DEAD DOG

Truth is a
dead dog

let it rot, let
it putrefact
let it smell
let
   it stink

don’t let them bury it
hide or celebrate
the fact
     it is dead
with their complicity
by their agency

don’t let them cover
it will concrete or
a brass plaque
build a mausoleum
a cenotaph
   the mother
of all monuments

give speeches in its
praise, celebrate its
former life

for if truth is dead
there are no lies
no duplicity
       no hypocrisy.

so
    dead or not let
them not

                    bury truth

let it lie where they slew it
let it stink.

OWNED

OWNED here in this city where the great founders are buried lies a tomb with flowers a physician lies here a healer, curer of diseases, all human ills pity the disease he could not cure, a sickness that has spread like wildfire infected all in this region was the sickness that owned him that drove him led to his death and burial here out of the light, in this revered resting place