Tuesday, 3 May 2011

of Nothing

dead creatures dwell in all the other rooms
comfort extreme unemotion
i’m lit up from within
we carve televisions here
-survive in the night-
out of memories of the sea

beautifully (,) tears ¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿
dark grey flowers / toxicity
music from the other rooms
-not all of them- madrigals,
echo madrigals, drifts
away from us & close up to our mouths

bounces a ball & it runs down the slope
with slow & calculating violence cut the price tag from the toy
fuck myself
forget the sea & its lonely voyage
fuck nothing & Nobody
“i’m lit up from within” / there has been history, but there is no longer any

When the economists say that present-day relations — the relations of bourgeois production — are natural, they imply that these are the relations in which wealth is created and productive forces developed in conformity with the laws of nature. These relations therefore are themselves natural laws independent of the influence of time. They are eternal laws which must always govern society. Thus, there has been history, but there is no longer any. Karl Marx, The Poverty of Philosophy, 1847.

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