Saturday, 13 August 2011

Consumer Frame

Tonight I am performing poetry at a money-themed event in the City of Gold - Jozi! Here one of the poems>

(this poem i will be performing in a dress made of 2000 beerbottle-tops)

Consumer Frame

welcome, welcome to the
consumer frame
it multiplies to the millions
feeding straight from the conveyor belt
of the factory
to the conveyor belt of your tongue

rattle rattle rattle around your feet

in your mouth
in your stomach
in your eyes
in your ears
it has taken over the world
buy buy buy
and do not stop
anything but stop!
billboards scream in your sleep
use buy use buy use buy
consume churn
burn guzzle
over and over

rattle rattle rattle around your head

you get drunk
of too many options
row after row after row after row
you walk and turn
and walk and turn another corner
in this mad
consuming world
drunk drunk
drunk of too much
too much!

rattle rattle rattle in your stomach

what are we buying?
do YOU know what you are buying?
Yes, we know everything
we are enlightened
we are informed
the labels tell the honest truth with its
detailed and well-chosen scientific language
we feel safe and informed

they even throw in a few
soothing words:
free samples
buy and win
and two for the price of one
bigger and better
and express
and guaranteed
great value
and be moved
because you’re worth it
and you are number one!

ah, i get happy and more assured

i read twice
just to make sure
they do indeed say:
our products are good
see for your yourself!
we even turned to whole foods 
whole grain
extra grain
reduced fat
2 percent fat
low fat
no fat
bio friendly
extra vitamins and minerals
high GI and lots of anti-oxidants
organic, free range and handpicked
unmodified and no MSG
no cholestrol
no sugar
no dairy
no wheat
no meat

and nothing

rattle rattle rattle in your mind

your conscience tells you,
wait, reconsider, don’t be a consumerist fool
but you don’t listen
you just buy buy buy
queues can be long
prices can go up
credit crunch might crush
inflation rates rocket
stock exchange quiver and tremble
shake and rumble
consume consume consume!
a raging fire into the long hours of the night
rattle rattle rattle with all its might

stop! stop! stop

we consume
guzzle energy we do not need
energy we only imagine
in colours of tasty and luxurious inebriation
drink drink drink
till you can’t anymore
till i can’t anymore

you think it is you frame your needs

ah! it is they, the invisible they, that frame your needs
by seductive slogans cajoling you
flattering your buying power
you think YOU have the power
oh no! it is they that  have the buying power
buying your soul
and throwing it to the dogs!

Thursday, 11 August 2011

Street Woman

Street Woman

she sneaks between the joints
she moves between the cracks
she jumps over the lines
she sniffs, she breathes the sliced clarity of this reality
she pushes through the dark alleys
always on the prowl
always on the lookout
looking forward and ahead
through the glimmer of oil-spills
she sees the ancestors of the streets
through the cracks in the pavements
she smells the verdant memory of forsaken forests
she is the street woman
her soul feels the rhythm of the unrest
her loins beat with the pulse of the shifting tar
she sneaks between the joints
she moves between the cracks
she jumps over the lines
through dark pools she walks
and still she sees what is over there
in her lies
the wildness
the innocence
call her child
call her witch
call her the free roamin' bitch
like a feral cat
she weaves her way through dark and light
sometimes seeing, sometimes blind
she winds her tread over the uncertainties of skin and mind
stitching together the scattered remnants of ecstasy still found
in the pristine crevices of the heart

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

on the thought of unconditional love

shakespeare once wrote Love is not love which alters / when it alteration finds / or bends with the remover to remove / Oh no, it is an ever fixed mark / that looks on tempests and is never shaken  
it says something quite beautiful but it is rather lost in idealism that smells of suspect romanticism.
so now i start thinking of it - unconditional love.

to love
without conditions
without face
without fluid body
without beauty
without heart
without smell
without appeal or allure
without sound
without frown
without desire
without form

we love within conditions, even if it is at times such perfect imperfect conditions
there is no way that can i love unconditionally - no no NO!
unconditional love has no skin
no touch
no feel
no drunkeness
no fire
no thirst
no animal
no madness
no intoxification
no instinct

what WHAT
do i want to do with such love?

the You
the I
are a condition that throbs with
conditional breathing
conditional blood
conditional sensuality
conditional hormonality

can i love the You unconditionally?
can you love the Me unconditionally?
free of space?
devoid of time?

can i love
the You without that look
the You without that depth of questing living
the You without voice
without skin
without head
without existence

then only can i love the You
 - unconditionally -
when the You and the I
have stopped

and do i want that?
do I REALLY want to love unconditionally?

no, not me.

we are too alive to live unconditionally
to love unconditionally

i might have no religion
i might have no eternity
i might have no definition for what love is

but i have dependence on
my essense as
living being
i have sense
i have need
and that makes me out of love
with unconditional love

i will be liar
i will be charlatan
if i announce love to function unconditionally
unconditional love is that love
for the blind romantic idealists
 - save their souls –
that love for the dedicated religious fanatics
 - save their souls too !

give me rather love full of groping
and precarious conditions
i want to get drunk
on an overflow of 
strivingly changing tempestuous temperamentality
i want to get lost and found in such 
finely cut imperfect conditions

to be able to love within the bounds of conditions
means much more than loving in the limbo-istic space of unconditionalilty

i'll celebrate conditional love
on condition
that it is a love that acknowledges its limits
its un-eternity
so that we do not cling,
do not mould
love into an unfathomable pit of unconditions.
conditions is ultimately
what makes us love and live.