we prosper at the moment and think it is eternal,
a human weakness amongst many !
and we do so without realizing the inherent fallacy of endless growth
as a consequence, we come mock balance
and we come to worship the excess and comfort
we have deludely confused with growth,
with development and prosperity
we boast our sophistication as our bellies swell obesely,
as our minds overflow with the weakness of self-pity
and as our spines bend and cower in pathetic fatigue
we develop with greatest challenge and ordeal, and nothing about it is easy
but only the results linger in the end
and the struggle gets lost in the static aether of history
no-one remembers
no-one wants to remember
we do not have to remember
anymore
no past, no future !
only a utopia of broken glass and concrete
no nostalgia, no tradition
as long as the merchandise stays cheap
no justice, no peace !
as long as the charity of hypocrisy
ever turns its wheel
no pride, no self-respect !
on these heaps of plastic and styrofoam
we have become swine of bad standing !
and we have lost our respect
for nobility
for ancestry
for honor...
tradition replaced with decadence
modesty replaced with promiscuity
strife replaced with technology
existentialism replaced with cynicism
and the adoration of heroism replaced
with the martyrization of weakness
soulless emaciated figures creep
across the asphalt steppes
across the parking lots
across an endless decrepitude
of modernist architecture in ruination
we brag about philanthropy, humanism,
charity, solidarity and egalitarianism
while our children are raped
in the darkness of their very negations
but don't mention about it
here are no problems !
here are no hurdles !
we have created a culture
where people become "nice", "pleasant",
"decent" and "well-behaved",
but we have completely forsaken the art
of nurturing and fostering a hero, a warrior
we ignore the wisdom
that only kids with fucked up childhoods
become something in the end
and we shower them instead with the idea
that everything is okay
and it is a culture of mediocrity !
where mediocrity is lauded and awarded
it is a culture of indulgence !
where self-constraint and will-power
have become some ideals of history dispensed with
alienation, nihilism, spiritual emptiness
bloom in the gardens of a modern world
and all the botanists have gone insane,
feeding the flour beetles of hedonia,
nurturing its pests and vermins,
culturing a terror without value
without direction
and without moral sense
mass lassitude, erstwhile pride depleted !
equanimity and integrity but a memory fading
in the hive-mind of the shopping mall hordes
rhapsodic about not life itself
but about what in life can be purchased !
like porcelain vases filled with rotting flowers
are the cubicles and offices of our brave new world
like a pack of sorry adulterers moaning in stock and bondage,
whipped and mocked all the way to the ravenstone,
the human mass moves, yet still they are smiling -
they do not understand their fate.
they do not grasp what they have done unto themselves
but i see clearly
i carry forbearance and the werewithal to act and react
i am designed
a hunter
a lover
a person
but i am condemned
to a world
of shopping,
of hating,
and of non-persons
and upwards i turn my head
and upwards i scream my angst :
is the cobra no longer fierce beneath its reptile hood?
is the fire in the eyes of tigers no longer red and hot?
are the deeds of men and wombs of women no longer bearing culture?
nothing anymore to kill
nothing anymore for which to fight
nothing anymore to overcome
nothing anymore to explore
here we have goods !
here we have commodity !
here we have comfort and the ever proliferation of ease !
why build, why work, why create
when you can buy ?
dignity, honor, reputation and self-respect
means nothing now
when they are put on shelves
for the hungry fool to consume blindly
cheap wisdom for sale
cheap pleasure for sale
cheap comfort for sale
nothing feels different
nothing feels good anymore
nothing wills to be different -
except i !
i am different
i will to be different
i shall acquire difference
and i shall proclaim this difference
as independence
my library contains the obscure epistolary wisdoms
of multi-centennial correspondences
between dogmatic bishops and so-called heretics !
i have letters in hundreds, in thousands, in tens of thousands !
and we shall remember when the night comes
that only one letter differs
a total lie from a from a life total !
appendix :
it has been said :
"power corrupts,
and absolute power
corrupts absolutely"
this is a falsity.
power does not corrupt people.
it is people who corrupt power.
and that is what ultimately happened to us
and i horripilate !
i awe in fear and terror
i gaze deep into the **** of Gaia
and i taste therefrom what i can
i fall onto my knees
before the anti-clockwise chaos-vortex
that is love
and love opens my eyes, and i see !
and what do i see?
i see
the end
of the world
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